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nightscythe · 24 days ago

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the primarchs as dom/sub

sorry if this has been done before, I just couldn't get it out of my head. based this on my more dark view of the lore/universe and how I write them. there is a secret third (sixth?) option, vanilla.

nsfw, 18+ below the cut. mostly pre-heresy

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the lion: dom. top of the charts. in his everyone is there to serve him, and you are no different. into all that humiliation and degradation, thoroughly enjoys the way you writhe under him and beg him so desperately. he'll hold your face towards him and ask you if you really deserve him in that way. makes you beg until you're crying. he just looks at you lovingly and finally gives you what you want, not before he makes it agonisingly slow for you. will still please you just to prove a point and he's surprisingly good at it, especially with his huge hands and his tongue. loves you deep down, but truly believes its his place to be above you and telling you what to do. gets you to clean him up afterwards and maybe lets you lay with him.

fulgrim: switch. it's too easy to say he's into everything, but I do believe he would try everything at least once, and is happy to indulge anything he likes. sometimes that's putting a collar on you and admiring his view as he tells you step by step what you'll be doing next. sometimes it's being held down to the bed with the softest of ribbons as you pour hot wax over his chest. he wants to explore what there is to offer and if you're open to it, so is he. so that does mean odd things as well, unexpected little kinks and treats along the way. admires the marks left on both your skin and his, as long as its not permanent.

perturabo: soft dom. doesn't like giving up his control to you, but doesn't reach the hard limits of dominating you fully. his touch is soft and his words and commanding, but only because he is usually like that. probably prefers to not treat you like another one of his men behind closed doors... but still doesn't want you telling him what to do. most probably tried it once and hated it (secretly didn't mind it but he struggles with actually acting submissive, as much as he wanted to be babied some more). there's not many kind words, just pulling your hair where he wants you, grunting as a return of satisfaction, pushing your face into the mattress but giving you enough room to breathe. its a personality thing, really.

the khan: soft dom. he would explore with you, try many things to understand what they are and how they feel, but ultimately he wants to take care of you. the natural result of that is someone who's stroking your cheek and hushing away the tears as you choke on his cock for the seventh minute straight. calls you his baby (or like, something equivalent) as he watches you use him to get yourself off, whimpering and moaning his name, something which genuinely warms him. can make any day better for you, loves to whisper to you how much he cares for you, loves to make you forget anything bad happened with those hands and fingers of his. tucks you in afterwards, protects you with his whole being. aww.

leman: vanilla. my most controversial take. my feeling is he craves connection and someone who understands him, and he's a passionate lover. that isn't to say he wouldn't try being dominant or submissive (probably the latter less so) but his preference is vanilla. something pure filled with emotions. he's so caught up in the moment that he doesn't have time to stop and thinking about telling you to what to do and how to do it. he just goes with whatever happens. maybe externally he puts on a gruff and domineering persona but actually, that doesn't matter to him. he just wants to see you happy and whatever that takes he will do - so he'd happily try any of the kink stuff you wanted. just don't expect him to want to be called daddy/master/etc or submit to you.

dorn: switch. thought about him being vanilla but I don't think he would be. its an interesting world to explore. he's perceptive to whatever you need, but understands that one person has to take a submissive role, and one person a dominant role. maybe that goes to extremes sometimes and he's telling you to call him sir, or he's presenting himself to you tied up (because you may have enjoyed that), but mostly its just the soft things. likes it either way and lets you take control most of the time. only thing he's precious about is giving head, he will always do that in the most submissive way, like he's feasting on nectar from the gods, blessed with each move of his tongue. an interesting experience, to say the least.

curze: soft dom. thinks it is his place to be in control but isn't precious about it like some of his brothers. not as gentle or as caring as he could be during sex but he certainly takes the lead and has something to show about it. wraps his fingers around your neck, holds your hands down against the bed so you can't move, leaves bite after bite over your neck and chest until you're covered in a reminder that you are his. in the same vein, quite possessive, and his more dominant tendencies seem to come out of that is threatened. would probably overstimulate you to let out his frustrations and remind you again that you are his. greedy is the word. wants all of you, to himself, forever and ever. kinks is a different story, but is holding your head underwater until you cum a really dominant thing..?

sanguinius: sub. sorry but like, the first ever thing I thought about with him was calling him a good boy. a very soft lover in general, he lets you take control and thrives off being told how well he is doing, that he's the one who makes you feel this good. isn't afraid to whimper for you, lay down all his strength just so you can tie his pretty arms to the frame of a bed and stroke him over and over again until he begs for it. endures it all just so he can see you ride him. lets you push him around test him. oh, he loves it when you tease him. cockwarming. rubbing him through his clothes. whispering to him that he needs to wait, but doing everything in your power to make him cum there and then? would do absolutely anything for you.

ferrus: soft dom. a bit vanilla at first, with actions and feelings not being his strongest selling point. a man of practicalities seeks to understand everything about you and learn your interests. but of course strength and perfection is key to him. everything he does is dominant. it starts with seeking you out, pushing you against the wall, lips ghosting your ear as you feel how much he needs you. the smirk when he feels how wet you are from just... the thought of him. every movement is precise, and equally intense. you feel all of him, and he makes sure you understand that he is in control here. making up with him in this manner may result in more dominant, hot tempered moments, telling you exactly what he's going to do, and you're going to like.

angron: vanilla. maybe a bit controversial as well. was thinking soft dom but then changed my mind, he's just naturally imposing and domineering but not dominant. when he had the capability to understand love and relationships in that way, I feel it was very personal to him. he wanted to feel the truth, not arbitrary words of praise or command. so therefore it does not steer in a particularly dominant or submission direction for either of you, it's a moment of you being truly together. probably the least kinky as well imo. as time progresses it becomes more feral, more of an untamed desire, which is still unmatched to either side. personality wise he is probably more dominant though so take that as you will.

guilliman: soft sub. but like close to vanilla. he doesn't need to be told what to do or pushed around, but just a little guidance. someone to kneel beside him, stroke him slowly, maybe play around with him to test his limits, really learn to understand him. very eager to please you especially when he's between your legs looking up at you with his eyes wet and eyes devious. just tell him he did well, you enjoyed it. makes him come back for more. almost a bit timid, afraid he may hurt you in some way, shy as well. of course by the time he is resurrected he's just baby boy™ but also a regent so the second he has some time away from, you know, being the regent, he just wants forget everything else going on and get lost in you.

mortarion: dom. how could he be anything else? at first its just letting out his frustrations but then it's something more. primal. there's no maybes with him, no suggestions. he tells you what to do and you do it. sometimes he would be a bit softer, but its rare and usually when he's tired or his mind is elsewhere. he's in control of everything, he tells you when you can cum, he tells you when you can move, and god forbid you don't listen to him. if he hasn't given you permission well... its a week of edging and desperation for you. likes seeing you helpless before him. but when it's all finished and his needs are dealt with, he's got his arms around you and he won't let go. a weird way of registering his feelings.

magnus: switch. thought about this one too long. sometimes he'd love to be cared for, have his hair stroked as you praise him. other times, he's got you up against a wall and using all that size to his advantage. kind of like exploring what their is to offer, but his preferences do not lean towards dom or sub individually, maybe just a very small amount towards sub because he feels utterly useless without being told just how well he is doing. doesn't mean he's not smug about it when he finds you alone thinking about it. that's when his more dominant side comes out. if we are talking about demon form though it's definitely dom all the time.

horus: soft dom. it's not that he can't be fully dominant. he can. but why do it when he can be taken care of with soft kisses and making you happy too? hence the soft bit. likes to watch with his hand in your hair as you suck him off. tells you to take a little more of him and softly encourages you, never forces you. it's like a subtle hint, one you will get, or he'll just add a touch more dominance for show. discovers the daddy kink by accident and is fascinated with it. show daddy what a good girl you've been. holds your hands down as he's behind you. praises you gently and rewards you for small things during the day. probably loves going down on you as well as a reward for bigger things. but he'd never take it too far, he just enjoys the simpler things.

lorgar: sub. so eager to please. wants to be rewarded. he'd be on his knees for days if you'd let him, begging, wanting a small taste. even just your scent makes him hard. would wait for your command to do anything - touch himself, touch you, etcetc. whines and whimpers until you finally let him cum each time. at first its seems like he hates it but he does very much like it. any time you don't tell him what to do he looks lost and needs your guidance. based on this he would always let you be on top and especially likes it when he can look at you and worship you. every part of your body is divine to him. any time you're apart he's thinking of you and wondering when he will next get to hear your voice command him around. whipped.

vulkan: soft dom. super protective of you and isn't afraid to show it. has you take about your day as he goes down on you. tells you not to stop and looks to you curiously when you can't get your words out straight. is always so gentle though he could never reach the level of dominance like some of his brothers, its barely even soft dom - it's gentle, passionate, but every single one of his movements means something. tells you how well you are doing as you take his whole length and holds you close. likes hearing every sound you make and still asks permission to do everything, uttering things like may I? as his lips and tongue finds your body. really cautious of hurting you.

corax: dom. nothing soft about him. maybe to everyone else he looks like he would not value anything physical, but really, he's an absolute...menace? has you over his knee letting out his frustrations one spank at a time. likes it when you cry his name. rubs you through your clothes and laughs when you're an overstimulated mess on the floor. master/slave dynamic at some points. and it feels like it goes on and on for hours with him, he plays out fantasies in his head, has you on your knees then in his lap making you watch in the mirror as you cry and beg. but afterwards he would clean you up every time and fall asleep with you between his arms because he's quietly, and a lot less obviously, devoted to you too.

alpharius: soft sub. though he could be anything. i like to think one twin is soft sub and one is soft dom, which would technically make the single entity a switch. is it too late to change? considering I see him as a bit of a yandere it may be a bit of a surprise, but his darker side is outside the bedroom. inside, he is sweet and innocent, he's begging for praise and to be held. has you straddling his lap with your fingers in his mouth making him wait patiently for you to be ready to actually please him. handsy, touches you everywhere, barely contains himself around you. you'd get suspicious when he tells you to stop, throws you onto the mattress and takes you from behind... but hey, they don't know what each other are like. daydreams about you though. has a little notebook with hearts around your name but no one can see it.

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I know not everyone will agree but I hope I at least made you think!!

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730architect · 3 months ago

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picture your face - L4B (1.2)

part 1

part 2 yay!! i started writing parts of this all the way back in february and finally got around to fixing it up into a completed work. This takes place the night of the october 11, 2024 episode of smackdown for context :) this will be the final part of picture your face but i will def write more l4b because i miss them dearly </3 enjoy my sweets

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wc: 7.8k

tags: 18+ MDNI!! liv4brutality, hatred, conflicted feelings, past liv morgan/rhea ripley, angst, cunnilingus, face sitting, light dom/sub, strap-on sex, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, nipple play, it's sweet at the end, lmk if i forgot anything

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It had been exactly one week since Rhea had been laid out on her hotel bed, scrolling on her phone mindlessly when she got a notification alerting her that “yaonlylivvonce and 82,385 others liked your photo.” Rhea blinked hard, rubbing any sleep from her eyes that had collected from the long day she’d had. She couldn’t register what she was feeling. Disbelief would be an understatement, but so would confusion. Was this another one of Liv’s pranks that she had pulled with the encouragement of the rest of the Judgment Day?

Well.. if she wants to play games, let's play. Rhea thought to herself as she opened up her contacts. She scrolled until she found the one she was looking for and pressed “message”. Rhea pondered her options. What should she send? Eventually she decided on something simple. A smirk formed on her face as she finished typing out her message.

“I guess you really were watching me.” Perfect.

Rhea hits send and turns her phone off for the night, images of another plan brewing in the back of her mind before her body finally allows sleep to overtake it.

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Rhea stormed from the ring back to the backstage area after finally getting her hands on Liv and her pathetic posse of sorts with several referees following after her, ensuring that she would leave the premise. Fading fan chants and the enraged yells from the referees fell on deaf ears as she navigated the maze that was the Bon Secours Wellness Arena to where she had hastily parked her rental car. Her body was hot from the adrenaline but her attack wasn't enough to satisfy her ever-increasing lust for revenge. She wasn’t sure what she wanted more, her title or to make Liv suffer under her hand.

Rhea knew better than anyone that the odds were stacked against her, especially now that Raquel has aligned herself with the one woman she hates the most in this lifetime. She needed to think smarter. All this hostility and aggressiveness hadn’t done her much good and her patience was running thin. She may have Liv beaten physically, but psychologically? That was a whole different playing field.

She ponders her options to herself as she makes her way to the parking lot after narrowly escaping a scolding from Nick Aldis for her invasion of his show. She gets into her rental car and lays her head back onto the headrest, drumming her fingers on her thigh while taking a couple deep breaths to calm down before she drives back to her hotel.

She eventually buckles up and goes to put the car into drive but stops abruptly when she sees the top of a familiar blonde head hurrying from between the cars in the parking lot just a few rows in front of her, followed by two taller brunettes.

Rhea watches as Liv and Dominik are ushered into a large black SUV by the latest addition to their group, Raquel, who has been serving as a bodyguard and now apparently a chauffeur of sorts to Liv since her interference during Rhea’s match at Bad Blood. Rhea’s heart rate increases, blood rushing in her ears. She can feel herself growing more belligerent at their fright.

She observes as Raquel climbs into the driver's seat and reverses out of the parking spot. Rhea ducks her head a bit in an effort to remain hidden from them as she debates on whether or not she should follow them to wherever it is they’re staying, thankful for the tint on her windows. She debates for a solid 15 seconds until finally putting her car in drive and peeling out behind them, making sure to keep a healthy distance in order to not blow her cover.

Rhea discreetly followed the trio all the way back to their hotel and watches as they give up their car to the valet service as quickly as they can before they rush inside. She decides to call it a night, not in any mood to hunt them down all the way to their hotel rooms, at least not at the moment. She circles back and merges back onto the highway leading to her hotel, mind still racing. She spends the rest of the drive lost in her thoughts, in a trance over all the ways she can make Liv pay for all she’s put her through over the past 7 months.

Rhea wanted her to suffer. She wanted to make Liv feel the same hurt and betrayal she felt while she was sitting at home, icing her shoulder for hours on end until her skin was blue and numb to the touch. The thought of Liv on her knees, begging for mercy as she looks up at her, blue eyes glassy with tears and terror has Rhea shifting in her seat; searching for at least a little bit of friction to relieve the familiar ache she felt in her gut whenever she thought about her. Rhea pulls up to the front of her hotel sloppily, tossing the keys to the attendant hurriedly before rushing inside.

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Rhea makes it to her hotel suite, deadbolting the door behind her before making a beeline for the bathroom. She tears her clothes off of her body hastily and jumps into the shower, letting the cold water run through her hair and down her back as she takes some much needed deep breaths. Rhea runs her tattooed fingers through her hair, trying to focus on the chill of the water on her skin, or anything else really. Anything to get her mind off of the women’s world champion. But despite being doused in cold water, it does nothing to cool the heat building in her core that she's been fighting since she left the arena.

She runs her right hand down her body, her left still running through her dark hair. Tattooed fingers dancing lightly over flushed skin, feeling the groves of the goosebumps that formed beneath them. Her fingers make their way to her breast as she thumbs over her nipple piercing, feeling the sensation shoot straight to her aching cunt. Low whimpers spill from her lips as she lightly pinches and twists at the piercing, the sensation making her delirious.

Rhea allows her head to fall back against the glass walls of the shower while her fingers trickle down her figure, allowing them to ghost over her most sensitive parts. Visions of Liv dance behind her eyelids as she slips a finger inside of herself, moaning quietly at the intrusion. Rhea shifts her hips forward slightly, jaw going slack at the feeling of her fingers curling up inside of her due to the adjustment.

Rhea cries out Liv’s name. She imagines Liv seeing her like this, getting off at the mere thought of her. How she would drop to her knees just before Rhea could reach her climax to finish her off. Rhea lets out one last pathetic whimper as she gushes around her fingers, heart hammering in her chest while she rides out her orgasm. This wouldn’t be the first time she’s pictured Liv while touching herself and she was positive it wouldn’t be the last. Rhea finally pulls her spent fingers out of her cunt and brings them up to her lips, sucking them clean. She sighs contentedly around them as she sinks back against the glass propping her up.

Once her heart rate had returned to normal, Rhea reached for the soap and finally began to wash her body, getting lost in the scent of tea tree and steam. She washes her hair and turns the shower off when she finishes, stepping out and grabbing a towel to dry herself off with. She hums to herself as she dries off and pumps lotion into her hands to massage into her skin.

She had changed into sweatpants and an old band tee she wore religiously back in Australia. The fabric was soft and worn from years of use and had a bleach stain on the collar. Rhea was drying her hair with the complementary hair dryer the hotel provided when she heard a pounding on the door. She turned off the hair dryer and unplugged it, storing it away before going to answer the door. She assumed that it was just housekeeping making their rounds and asking if she wanted any clean towels.

Rhea turned on a lamp to provide some more lighting before swinging the door open. She hadn’t checked through the peephole of who it might be, face going blank when she sees a blonde at her door. It was Liv.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Rhea demands, glancing around in case Dominik or Raquel had been hiding around somewhere ready to attack.

Liv rolled her eyes at the hostility. She knew Rhea would be borderline impossible to talk to, she had spent at least half of their former partnership trying to get her to just make small talk with her until they had finally warmed up to each other. A whole lot of good that did her. “I’m just here to talk.” Liv replies calmly.

“‘Talk’ my ass. Do you think I’m stupid?” Rhea scoffs, still wary of a potential attack. “Why are you here? How did you even find where I was staying?”

“I asked around. Not like it was all that hard. Now are you gonna invite me in so we can talk or are you going to force me to stand out here like an idiot?” Liv retorts.

Rhea narrows her eyes at her. “How do I know that this isn’t an ambush?”

“Rhea, if I wanted to attack you I would’ve done it already. Now suck it up and let me in.” Liv snaps, fed up with their banter.

Rhea takes one final look around and sighs, stepping aside and granting Liv entry into her hotel. “Don’t mind the mess, I just finished showering.” Rhea comments, suddenly confused as to why she was asking her rival to disregard her mess. This was her hotel, she could do whatever she wanted. And she definitely didn’t owe Liv of all people an explanation.

Liv disregards her statement, looking around and takes a seat on the edge of the bed, facing Rhea. She’s dressed in a sweatshirt, shorts, and tennis shoes. All neutral colors. It seems that joining the Judgment Day had stripped her of her usual fun and flirty color palette. Her blonde hair spilled over her shoulders and down her back and her tortoise Prada frames were perched on the bridge of her nose. She watches as Rhea shuts the door behind her, locking them both inside.

The silence is deafening. It’s been over 2 years since they’ve been in the same room as one another without ripping each other’s throats out. Rhea stands in front of Liv, looking down at her with her arms crossed over her chest, making her muscular 5’10 frame look even larger. Liv swallowed hard as she looked up at her, trying to look as unfazed as possible.

It had been one week since Rhea had posted that photo on Instagram that had her in complete shambles. Liv had spent the past seven days trying to forget it even happened, so much so that she had even deleted Rhea’s unopened text message from her phone. And she had to admit, she was doing a pretty damn good job at distracting herself. That was, until today. After Rhea’s attack, Liv found herself consumed by her yet again, this time even more. The fact that Rhea was willing to do everything in her power to find a way to get her hands on her, even if it meant crossing over to another brand for a night, it all just made Liv so lightheaded. Well, that along with the repeated blows to the head she had taken in the ring.

“So… what was so important that you needed to come to my hotel to talk to me?” Rhea questions, her glare never wavering.

Liv looks down at her sleeve and picks at a loose thread in the fabric. “I wanted to talk to you about…” her words trail off. Rhea cocks an eyebrow at her, impatient. Liv peeks up at her through her glasses and sees her visible irritation before taking a deep breath and blurting out, “I wanted to talk to you about what happened last week.” She says the sentence so fast it almost sounds like one long word.

Rhea’s face doesn’t change at the admission, remaining frozen in permanent annoyance. “What about last week?” she asks despite knowing exactly what Liv is referring to. She wanted to hear whatever pathetic explanation she had to offer up.

“Listen, what happened was a complete accident. I didn’t mean to press any wrong buttons or anything, in fact that would be the last thing I would want to do.” Liv explains, eventually looking up at Rhea as she twists her hands. She seems genuinely agonized over the whole situation which Rhea finds hilarious considering it wasn’t even that big of a deal anyways. Maybe Rhea had finally knocked some sense into her during her attack earlier that day.

“Yeah, I figured it wasn’t on purpose. I posted that caption in order to get a reaction out of you, which I knew I would and I did. So why come all the way over here to plead your case? Was it the beating I gave you earlier?” Rhea chuckles, honestly humored by the circumstances.

Liv huffs in annoyance. “No, it was not the beating. Fuck you for that, by the way. It was the text you sent afterwards.” she admits.

Rhea nods in understanding, uncrossing her arms and sticking her hands in her pockets. “So you came all this way because I confronted you? That’s a new one.” she replies. “I still don’t understand why you’re here though. You could’ve just responded to my message. Hell, you could’ve even attacked me on RAW. So, why here? Why now?” Rhea presses, determined to get an answer.

Liv seems at a bit of a loss for words. She didn’t imagine their conversation lasting this long while still somehow remaining civil. “I don’t know. I guess I just thought it would be better to talk in person about it.” she shrugs lamely.

Rhea lets out a harsh laugh. “Talk? All of a sudden you’re focused on talking after over 2 years of hating each other? I knew you were dumb but not this dumb, Liv.” she smiles, canines flashing. She shakes her head in amusement. “Why even stalk me on social media? We beat the shit of each other every single week.”

“Since when do you regulate what I can and can’t do on my phone? Your account is public, people are going to check it. If you don't want that, maybe consider hitting the private button.” Liv snaps, her usual sharp attitude returning.

“Oh, Liv, obviously people are going to look at my account. I just didn’t expect someone who had successfully taken quite literally everything away from me to be so obsessive.” Rhea replies, leaning down so she and Liv are eye to eye.

Liv pushes herself off of the bed, standing before Rhea in defiance. “I think that’s really fucking rich coming from you, Rhea. Especially considering you haven’t left me or my family alone for months. But sure, I’m the one who’s obsessed.” She challenges.

“Here you go with this ‘family’ bullshit again. You know just as well as I do that they’ll never really be your family. You’ll come to learn just as I have that they’re all a bunch of conniving, selfish lowlifes who don’t care about anyone but themselves-” Rhea begins to taunt her but is cut off by a hard shove to the chest that pushes her back a mere couple of inches. Liv is nowhere near as strong as her but Rhea appreciated the effort regardless. The woman had guts, that was for sure.

“Don’t talk about them.” Liv hisses. “You’re just jealous that they love me and not you.”

“And what have they done for you? Besides occasionally hold your hand up after a victory? That’s not love, Liv.” Rhea argues.

“Oh, but you know what is? You have pushed away and betrayed every single person who has ever loved you and you can’t even bring yourself to own up to it.” she retorts.

“Very few people have loved me, Liv.” Rhea dismisses, not allowing the harsh honesty to penetrate her heart.

“I did.” Liv professes, her eyes overtaken by sorrow and hatred after her confession. “I loved you more than anyone else in this business and what did you do? You ruined my fucking life in front of the whole world. So excuse me for wanting to rub my victories in your face.” Liv laughs harshly, despite finding nothing funny about the circumstances. She had spent so long convincing herself that she had moved on from what Rhea had done to her that she couldn’t realize that with each passing day she cared more than she ever did.

“Do you have any idea how hard it was for me? Sitting at home, barely able to move my arm at all, being forced to watch you and Dominik every single week?” Tears brim Liv’s eyes, a sight that makes Rhea’s heart ache horribly. “Did I really mean that little to you?” she whispers, unable to stop the tears from falling down her cheeks.

The sight in front of her makes Rhea’s chest hurt. She had always imagined having Liv a crying mess at her feet but not like this. “Please don’t cry.” she says while reaching out to brush away the fallen tear but is stopped by Liv’s hand pushing hers away.

“Don’t touch me. You don't get to comfort me after what you’ve put me through.” Liv asserts softly, wiping away the tears herself.

Rhea nods in defeat. She may not like Liv but she understands where she fucked up, regardless of not being able to admit it. God, why couldn’t she just fucking apologize? Maybe it really was too late.

“If it hurt you so bad to see me with him, why even choose Dominik?” Rhea asked quietly.

Liv smiles softly before answering. “Because I wanted to hurt you, why else? Hurting you will always give me a satisfaction that no championship ever could. Yours was just a bonus.” she winks.

“You sure you’re still not obsessed?” Rhea cocks her head to the side, looking at Liv with a smirk.

Liv leans in even closer. “So what if I am?” she questions defiantly.

Rhea decided that she’d heard more than enough. Throwing caution to the wind, she snaked her hands behind Liv’s head and entangled them into her hair before swallowing her words into a heavenly kiss. Her movements caught Liv so off guard but she managed to move perfectly with her, melting into her touch. Liv couldn’t ignore how fucking good Rhea felt against her mouth. With Rhea’s hand behind Liv’s head, she tilted her face up so she could deepen the kiss. Liv kissed her back with the same feverish passion, gently coaxing Rhea’s mouth open with her tongue, further intensifying the kiss. Rhea groaned against Liv’s mouth, feeling the other woman’s plush lips smile against hers at the sound.

Liv felt an unmistakable heat flicker between her legs as Rhea’s large, calloused hands explored her lithe body. She let out a blissful sigh into Rhea’s mouth, which only increased her frantic desire even more. Rhea redirected her lips to Liv’s neck, kissing and sucking like there was no tomorrow. Liv knew that there would be marks left in the morning but she couldn’t care less, not when she had finally gotten what she had been craving for years on end.

Rhea clumsily guided them back a few feet to the bed, refusing to part lips with Liv even after they almost tripped over each other. Rhea gently eased Liv down onto the bed, her mouth never leaving her neck. Liv’s hands had found their way under the hem of Rhea’s t-shirt and softly scratched her perfectly manicured fingers against Rhea’s muscled figure, enticing a soft groan from her.

“Fuck, Liv…” Rhea whispered, her breath hot on Liv’s skin.

Liv let out a soft giggle and tugged at Rhea’s top, a silent plea for her to take it off. Rhea paused her movements for a moment and complied, pulling the fabric up and over her body agonizingly slowly. Liv sat up on her elbows, making out the soft imprints of Rhea’s nipple piercings through the fabric of her bra.

Liv found herself rendered speechless, staring up at the mountain of a woman standing in front of her. Her eyes followed the lines of black ink that were embedded onto Rhea’s torso, imagining how they would taste on her tongue. Her breath quickens as watches Rhea run her tattooed fingers over the material of her bra strap before hooking onto them and pulling them off of her shoulder. Rhea tugs at her bra with one hand while the other unhooks the clasps behind her back. Rhea allows it to fall off of her figure, exposing the top half of her body to Liv like she once did in the locker room all those years ago. A moment Liv finds herself replaying in her head more often than she’d like to admit.

“Holy shit.” Liv whispers, feeling almost lightheaded at the situation she had found herself in. She feels her face heat as Rhea chuckles at her reaction.

“You gonna keep staring or are you gonna get to work?” Rhea teases, hands reaching up to palm at her tits, thumbs grazing over her piercings. Rhea hisses softly at the sensation and rolls her head back.

Liv’s mouth immediately waters at the sight before her. She takes Rhea’s words as a challenge, pushing herself off of the bed and standing before her once again. She takes off her glasses and places them on the bedside table before kissing her lips softly once more as her hands find themselves gripping the flesh of her breasts. She feels the cool barbells of her piercings under her fingertips. Rhea’s breath caught in her throat at the the sensation of Liv’s hands roaming her body, her own hands gripping the blonde’s hips tightly. Her breathing grows ragged as she watches Liv trail her lips from her lips to her collarbone to finally her sternum and the flesh surrounding it.

Rhea watches wide-eyed as Liv’s tongue laves at her breast, her fingers toying with the other in order to stimulate her as much as possible. She fights as hard as she can from allowing any noise to escape her throat, knowing that it would do nothing but inflate Liv’s ego even more but she can’t help the mewl that slips past her lips. Liv glances up at her, releasing her now swollen nipple with a pop. Her mouth forms into a satisfied smirk, kissing where her mouth just was before before asking a satisfied “you like that?”

Rhea rolls her eyes, that same familiar annoyance she usually felt around Liv sinking back in. “Shut the fuck up and put your mouth back on me.” she says irritatedly.

Liv cocks her eyebrow at her, the mischievous glint never leaving her eye. “I think you could ask a little nicer, don't you? Especially after all you’ve put me through?” Liv taunts with a pout, her fingers tracing hearts on Rhea’s skin.

Rhea huffs before letting out an exasperated “please.” She lets out a groan when Liv shakes her head stubbornly, not impressed by her lack of enthusiasm.

“Please what?” Liv doubles down on her stubbornness.

Rhea eventually swallows her pride, which she almost chokes on before finally pleading with the blonde.

“Fine, fuck, please just touch me.” Rhea borderline begs, looking down at Liv through her eyelashes with an anguished look painted across her sharp features.

A dangerous smile appears on Liv’s face at the sound of Rhea’s desperation. “Much better.” she hums in approval. She palms at Rhea’s breasts a bit more, feeling her skin heat beneath her hands before sliding them down her body. “This what you wanted?” Liv asked, unable to conceal her wicked smile.

Dominance was not something Rhea was willing to give up easily and she knew that. Liv didn’t know how long she had until Rhea could regain her composure and slip back into that commanding persona she never seemed to step down from, so she knew had to make the most of the time she had. Rhea nods hopelessly. She was usually such a giver but she wanted nothing more but to be taken care of at the moment. She was positive she would return the favor later on but right now, she craved the opportunity to forfeit her ability to think for the time being.

Liv gently lays Rhea down onto the bed, her raven hair fanning out around her head. Liv’s nimble fingers make their way to the waistband of Rhea’s sweatpants, fumbling with the waistband for a moment until she successfully unties it. Rhea lifts her hips off of the mattress so Liv can pull her pants out from under her and down her legs as she inhales the scent of the cashmere lotion Rhea had massaged into her skin earlier. Liv runs her hands up and down Rhea’s thighs, each caress creeping closer and closer to the waistband of her gray boxers. Liv allows her fingers to creep between Rhea’s legs and run along the small wet spot that had formed there.

Rhea whimpers and shifts at the contact, causing Liv to tut at her, feigning disapproval at her squirming. Liv hooks her fingers into Rhea’s waistband and pulls them down and off of her figure, exposing her dripping cunt to the soft light of the room. Rhea’s clit peeked through her swollen folds coated in her arousal along with the piercing that adorned it. Liv grows hungry at the sight, heat beginning to pool below her hips as well. However something catches her eye.

Liv squints in the dim lighting, her eyes taking a moment to focus since she didn’t have her glasses on anymore. She is able to make out a tattoo, no smaller than half of her thumb. The black ink had been manipulated in the shape of an eye with three dots below it. Her logo. Memories from years ago flood her brain like a tsunami. When she and Rhea had gotten so stupidly drunk together after a show that they had somehow stumbled into a shitty tattoo parlor and demanded matching tattoos. They decided on each other's logos on their bikini lines. They were so drunk that they didn't even feel the needle of the tattoo gun penetrate their skin, holding each other's hands as they got them. The exact details of that night were still hazy even now, as the Don Julio had gotten the best of them both that night but one thing remained: the tattoos served as an unspoken promise. No matter what happened, whether they loved or hated each other in the future, they would always be linked to one another. For better or for worse. Like wedding vows, almost.

Liv traces the tattoo lightly. “You kept it?” she whispers, eyes finally meeting Rhea’s.

Rhea smiled softly, immediately understanding what she meant. “Of course I did. Why wouldn't I?”

Liv attempts to smile but can't quite bring herself to do so. “I don’t know… I figured you would’ve had it removed or covered up or something. You know, after everything that happened.” she confesses, her eyes falling back to the tattoo.

“That doesn’t change what we had together. I was a dick, I know that. Removing it would’ve only further cemented that.” Rhea replies, slightly ashamed to look at Liv as she says this. “Do you… do you still have yours?” she asks timidly, afraid to hear the answer.

Liv’s eyes brighten at the question as she nods. She slides her shorts and underwear off before crawling onto the bed next to Rhea. Rhea’s eyes soften at the sight of the two R’s embedded onto Liv’s skin, leaning in to kiss it softly. Her strong hands grip Liv’s hips as she distributes kisses all over her stomach.

“I want you on my face.” Rhea professes, accent taken over with a soft rasp.

Liv clenches at her words as her hands cup Rhea’s face. “But I wanted to take care of you.”

“You can take care of me by shutting up and getting on my face.” Rhea grins. She doesn’t allow Liv to protest, using her strength to place her right above her face so Liv was hovering right above her mouth, just centimeters away from her lips.

Rhea flits her tongue over Liv’s now aching clit, almost in a lazy manner it was so slow. Liv let out the breath she had been holding and laced her fingers into Rhea’s hair, desperately fighting the urge to just shove her face into her dripping cunt. Luckily, Rhea understood Liv’s anticipation and began to dip her tongue into Liv’s sweet folds, the ball of her tongue piercing catching on her clit. Rhea began to use a finger to gently stretch her out. Liv’s chest heaved and her heart raced as Rhea flattened her tongue and ran it along her clit before gently enveloping it into her mouth and beginning to suck.

“Mmf- fuck.” Liv whined above the dark haired woman, tossing her head back in bliss. She felt the familiar warmth in her stomach begin to ignite and grow and spread all over her body, touching each of her nerves and setting them ablaze. Liv gripped onto her hair tighter and pushed Rhea’s face even deeper into her heat, ultimately giving in to her desires.

Rhea let out a muffled moan both at Liv’s actions and at the taste of her, sending vibrations through Liv’s already trembling body. The sensation caused Liv to let out a choked moan as she began to babble praises that she couldn’t even verbally finish. She was a mess. She felt Rhea’s piercing swirl around her clit, enticing desperate moans from the depths of her soul to rip from her throat. Liv could feel her orgasm approaching quickly, her legs beginning to shake around Rhea’s head as a result.

“You gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” Rhea hummed into Liv’s folds as she continued the assault with her mouth, drunk off of the taste of her.

Liv nodded dumbly, unable to even form a coherent thought. “Yes- yeah… oh fuck, Rhea.” she babbles, hips stuttering with every grind.

“Go ahead, baby. All on my face… every last fuckin’ drop.” Rhea slurs, her words melting into one another. She gripped the flesh of Liv’s ass tighter while holding her against her face as she intensified the motions of her mouth, determined to make her cum in ways Dominik could only dream of.

Liv does exactly as Rhea asks, eyes rolling back into her head and jaw going slack as she cums. One of her hands released Rhea’s hair and began to strangle the bed sheets surrounding her, twisting and wrinkling them in her vice-like grip. Rhea continued to lap at Liv’s clit as she re-inserted a finger into her, pumping at a steady pace. Liv could barely think as her legs spasmed from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She clenched around Rhea’s finger, hot white lights beginning to blind her vision as Rhea continued to stimulate her.

Rhea finally removed her fingers from her still leaking hole before Liv rolled off of her and sank into the plush pillows of the mattress. She looked over to Rhea who had brought her fingers up to Liv’s lips which of course she opened welcomingly. Rhea watched in admiration as Liv sucked her juices off of her fingers with closed eyes. She had entered a euphoric state as her mind began to settle. Liv opened her eyes after hearing the soft groan Rhea had let out at the sight of her fingers down Liv’s throat as she continued to clean her up, not wasting a single drop. Liv nearly orgasmed again when she saw the entire lower half of Rhea's face absolutely soaked with her sweet juices.

Rhea leans in to kiss her deeply, allowing Liv to taste herself one last time before pulling back with a smile. “Stay here.” she says, mischief blooming in her eyes. Liv nods obediently, she would probably do anything Rhea asked after an orgasm like that. She watches Rhea roll off the bed and walk into the bathroom, enjoying the view as she walks out of the room. Liv hears Rhea rummaging around her belongings softly and wonders what she may be searching for. She had almost fully recovered from her orgasm when Rhea walked back in. Liv turns to face her and feels her jaw drop when she sees what sits on her hips.

Rhea walks in with a purple silicone strap-on attached to a black harness strapped to her hips. She pauses at the foot of the bed and nods her head at Liv, a silent is this okay? Liv’s face breaks out into a smile and nods back eagerly.

Rhea grabs her legs and pulls her closer to the edge of the bed before climbing on. She kneels between Liv’s legs and spreads them wide, positioning the tip of her strap to just barely tease her entrance. She runs her cock up and down Liv’s slit, collecting her essence. Rhea leans down and spits right where she and Liv meet. Liv’s breath hitches when she feels it hit her pussy and looks up at Rhea with pleading eyes.

“Please.” Liv begs. She almost sounds like she’s on the verge of tears with how desperate she is. Rhea feels her pride swell seeing her like this.

“Please what?” she asks cockily, throwing Liv’s earlier question back at her. Her thumb slides up Liv’s thigh and settles on her clit and begins to rub slow circles, almost in an attempt to coax the answer out of her.

Liv’s chest heaves at Rhea's ministrations, her mouth falling open slowly and her eyes glued to where Rhea stimulates her. “Fuck me. Please just fuck me… I’ll do anything.” she pleads as she rips her eyes from Rhea’s fingers and returns them to her piercing blue eyes.

Rhea smirks in satisfaction. She removes her fingers and Liv whimpers at the loss of contact. Rhea decides to compensate by slowly pushing her cock into Liv’s aching cunt, letting out a strained exhale as she does. It takes all of Rhea’s willpower not to fuck into her like an animal at the sound of the prolonged whine Liv lets out as Rhea’s strap stretches her out. Rhea thrusts into her at a slow pace, allowing Liv to adjust to the feeling of having herself filled to the brim over and over again.

“Faster, please.” Liv breathes. Her nails dig into the skin of Rhea’s biceps in almost painful anticipation. The arousal Rhea felt while seeing her like this couldn’t be compared to any other sentiment on the planet. The way her blonde hair unfurled around her hair like a halo, she looked like an angel. An angel that Rhea couldn’t wait to ruin.

Rhea increases the speed of her thrusts, bottoming out in Liv’s cunt with each one. Liv’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, mouth agape with the most sinful noises spilling from her parted lips. The backs of her thighs began to ache with the constant slapping of Rhea’s skin against hers, her speed never slowing except to torture the poor woman. The squelches of Liv’s juices dripping from her weeping hole from each thrust made her head spin as they stained the sheets below her trembling body. A sheer creamy ring of white forms at the base of Rhea’s strap. How long has it been? It felt like an eternity, the way the pleasure seemed never-ending as Rhea continued to ravage her body like a woman possessed.

Liv couldn't do anything but moan Rhea’s name and make pitiful attempts at forming sentences, her words dissolving into whimpers in a matter of seconds. It should be embarrassing, really. And part of her was embarrassed. Embarrassed that she had let mortal enemy have her like this after 2 years of denying herself what she knew would be a destructive paradise.

“This was what you wanted, wasn’t it?” Rhea sneered down at the blonde, her voice dripping with malice yet adoration. Her thick accent overtaken by a harsh rasp, sweat forming on her brow and dampening her hair slightly. “You came all the way over here with your stupid little fucking apology prepared just to end up like this, didn’t you?” she pants. Her muscles bulged and glistened with sweat, her back adorned in angry red scratch marks, courtesy of the woman underneath her, to accompany the ink on her skin.

Liv made another measly attempt at responding to yet another one of her degrading comments but her mind seemed to short circuit as Rhea pressed into her even more, nearly folding her in half the same way she pinned her opponents in the ring. Liv cried out in pleasure, causing Rhea to laugh at her. Her sharp canines were on display, looking as happy as ever knowing that she was the only person who could get Liv like this. Liv could lie and pretend all she wanted with Dominik but they both knew that he couldn’t hold a candle to how Rhea made her feel.

Liv looked over at the mirror beside the bed, seeing exactly how fucked out she was folded up beneath the very woman she swore that she hated, watching as she let her do whatever she wanted to her. Rhea grabbed her face with a heavily inked hand, forcing Liv’s face in the direction of the mirror.

“My god, look at you… look at how much of a slut you are. Just a stupid, needy fucktoy for Mami to use whenever she wants, aren't you baby?” she cooed, leaning down to kiss and lick at Liv’s neck. She’ll never get over the taste of her. Sweet, tangy, carnal, hers. All hers.

Liv’s eyes meet Rhea’s piercing blue ones in the mirror, her body aching with pleasure and fatigue but still managed to nod along pathetically to her words. “M’all yours, Mami… all yours.” she whimpered.

Liv watches Rhea’s eyes light up at her confession. “That's right babe… this is all for you, I’m doing this all for you. Fuckin’ love this body… this pussy… this face.” Rhea says, her words slightly slurred. Her thrusts began to stutter, the piston of her hips becoming erratic as she chased her high the same as Liv did. Her strap fills Liv to the brim and stretches her out until she's delirious while the back of it hits Rhea’s clit just right with every stroke, her moans and pants mingled with hers.

“Fuck m’gonna cum…” she whispers, not trusting her voice because she knew that it would come out as a whimper pathetic enough to rival Liv’s as she replies with a strangled “me too”, gripping onto Rhea’s shoulders for stability, biceps flexing as she holds herself up.

“Wanna ride you.” Liv mumbles. Her words are almost impossible to understand with the way her moans overpowered them but Rhea was still able to somehow comprehend her. She nods and pulls out before being quickly shoved back against the pillows. Liv mounts her lap and sinks back down onto her cock in a frenzy, a mix of whimpers and Rhea’s name spilling from her lips uncontrollably.

“Shit, baby… look at you. So fuckin’ worked up over me, aren’t you? Taking my cock so fucking good… like you were made for it.” Rhea praises, looking up at Liv in awe. Liv’s head was tossed back, tits bouncing as she rode Rhea fiercely. She slows her movements to grind down on Rhea’s hips. The back of the toy rubbed against Rhea’s piercing, making her almost incoherent. Rhea grips Liv’s hips and fucks up into her, matching her movements.

“That's it baby, give it to me. Come on… show me how fucking bad you want it.” Rhea grits, kissing at Liv’s neck as she does. Liv intensifies her movements at Rhea’s words, her face contorting in pleasure.

“Fuck, Rhea, right there… god, I’m so close.” Liv whines. Her thighs ached but she deemed it worth it with the amount of pleasure she was experiencing.

“I know you are, baby, I know. You’re being so fucking good for me, angel. C’mon, give it to me… cum all over my cock.” Rhea purrs, her accent like velvet.

Liv’s eyes roll back as she feels heat bloom in the pit of her belly. Her second orgasm hits her like a freight train. She cums with a loud cry, her body spasming as she curls herself into Rhea’s arms, burying her face into her neck. Rhea strokes her back and smooths her hair, kissing her shoulder softly until Liv finally stops shaking. Rhea gently lifts Liv up off of her lap just enough to pull the strap out of her and returns her to her previous position.

They sit there for a moment, holding each other. The silence around them isn’t deafening like it once was, but is now tranquil. It lulls their racing heartbeats and sharp breaths as they melt into each other’s embrace. Liv pushes herself off of Rhea’s body, eyes heavy with fatigue and something else Rhea can’t identify.

“You okay?” Rhea asks softly, hoping she wasn’t too rough.

Liv nods with a gentle smile. She was more than just okay, really. She tilts her head slightly and gazes at Rhea, a realization having hit her. “You didn’t get to finish.” she points out.

Rhea smiles, touched by her thoughtfulness. “That’s alright. I’m more than satisfied.” she reassures her. Sure, she was very close earlier but the contented bliss she felt at the moment made up for the lack of orgasm in her mind.

Liv shook her head in protest. For the first time in a long time, she felt like she actually owed Rhea something. “Please let me.” she says in a soft voice, her index finger following the tattooed lines on Rhea’s forearm. She doesn’t need to specify what she wants to do. Unspoken communication had been one of the things she and Rhea had been the best at back when they were a team.

Rhea sees the genuine tenderness painted across Liv’s features and agrees. Liv rolls off of her before Rhea attempts to undo the harness around her hips before she’s stopped by Liv’s hands. Liv motions for her to shift down the bed and lay back completely before she unfastens the harness with ease, sliding it down Rhea’s legs and tossing it to the side of the bed. She positions herself on her stomach between Rhea’s legs, bringing them over her shoulders so they could rest there. Rhea’s cunt is coated in her own arousal accumulated from being inside of Liv for so long. Liv plants a sweet kiss right on Rhea’s clit before beginning to devour her.

Rhea’s back arches up off the bed when she feels Liv’s tongue swirl over her swollen clit and the jewelry that embellished it. Her fingers found themselves gripping Liv’s hair, pulling lightly as she moaned her name sweetly. Liv inserts a finger into her hole and pistons in and out of her gently while sucking on her pearl. Every move she makes is meticulous. Every lick, every suck, every penetration isn’t without intention. Liv isn’t in any rush to make Rhea cum, in fact she wants her to savor it for as long as possible. However, she isn’t surprised when she does in only a matter of moments. Rhea mewls Liv’s name and nothing else as she climaxes around her fingers, like her name is the only thing she can think of when finally arriving to a state of everlasting ecstasy. She’s far quieter than Liv but Liv feels that her noises mean so much more than her own do.

Liv remains between Rhea’s thighs, placing small kisses here and there until Rhea finally catches her breath. She crawls back up to join her where she lay and places her head on Rhea’s chest, kissing it when she does. Liv listens to Rhea’s heartbeat slowly return to its normal steady pace. This all feels so intimate.

“You wanna spend the night?” Rhea asks quietly, her voice almost a whisper. She doesn’t really even fully understand why she’s asking, considering she and Liv technically still hate each other. But she would be an even bigger asshole if she made her cry, fucked the everloving shit out of her, and then kicked her out. The last thing she needed was to give Liv yet another reason to want her dead.

“Sure.” Liv replies, equally surprised at both the question and her answer. She rolls off the bed and follows Rhea into her hotel bathroom, unable to ignore he dull ache in her thighs from the vigor which Rhea fucked her with.

Inside the shower, they take turns washing each other. Nothing else in the world seemed to matter besides them in that very moment together. The warm water washed away the soap on their bodies and any residue the kisses they were unable to stop giving each other had left behind. After they had dried off, Rhea let Liv borrow another one of her shirts for the night before climbing into bed together.

Liv nestles herself into Rhea, inhaling the smell of laundry detergent and body wash as she did so. Rhea wraps her arms around her as well and holds her close. They lay in the dark room quietly for a few minutes before Rhea breaks the silence.

“So… are we ever going to talk about this?” she asks, a bit apprehensive of what this would mean for not only their relationship but Liv’s relationship with Dominik as well.

Liv thinks to herself for a moment, unsure of how to go about things as well. “I’m not sure, to be honest. But don’t think this means that I forgive you for everything you’ve done.” she says.

Rhea chuckles, and the sound warms Liv’s heart more than she’d like to admit. “I know. And I still want my title back.” she responds, unable to hide the smile in her voice.

“Oh, I’m sure you do.” Liv giggles.

They sigh, feeling satisfied and fulfilled. They both knew that this was only a matter of time coming. It was honestly a miracle they were able to hold off for as long as they did because one thing was for sure: they would never stop coming back to each other.

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snowball-doie · 7 months ago

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| pairing: sub!Renjun x Dom!gn!Reader

| warnings: 18+ MDNI. Somnophilia vibes (He's awake/lucid). Jerking him off. Whiney Renjun. Softer sex than I usually write. Focus on aftercare.

| wc: 2k

| aurora's note: this was originally written as an fem!oc x male!idol!oc fic for me and my friend. i apologize if i messed up changing the names/pronouns. please let me know if i missed anything so i can fix it. thanks!

The trash left on the counter was a clear indicator that Renjun had gotten home from rehearsals early, by some miracle, and it seemed that he treated himself to some take out before stumbling to the bedroom to take a nap. You sighed. You weren't going to fault him for being as exhausted as he was all the time, it was something far out of your control, but you weren't going to bother with all the take-out trash on the counter when you were tired too and just wanted to see your Renjunnie So you neglected the chores and walked towards the bedroom. Sure enough, as expected, Renjun was laying in bed, in his daytime clothes, on top of the comforter, his knees tucked up slightly while he rested on his side so that his back was facing you as you watched from the doorway. He really had just plopped down the second he could.

“Gwieyo…” you muttered under your breath.

You closed the door behind you before approaching the bed and slowly sliding on top of the covers alongside Renjun in order to not stir him. Renjun was breathing lightly rather than snoring, which usually meant that he wasn’t dead asleep— If he were, he would have been snoring so loud that you would have heard it the second you opened the front door to your shared apartment. You dared to move closer. Truthfully, if he was out of it, you didn’t want to wake him… But you also couldn’t help yourself from wanting to hold him when he looked so adorable it squeezed your heart and twisted your stomach until you couldn’t think straight… So you carefully reached around him, one arm snaking under his weight while the other went to the top of his hips, and you pulled his back close to your chest with a content sigh.

Renjun whined slightly. “Hi…” he grumbled, half awake.

“Did I wake you?” you whispered in his ear. He shook his head. “Were you waiting up for me?” He nodded. You smiled and kissed the soft spot just behind his right ear. As you gave him a loving squeeze, he whined again and shifted around, trying to roll his hips over so that they were facing down into the mattress. “Where’re you going, hm?” You held him as tight as you could without bothering him.

To no one’s surprise, your hands began wandering mindlessly around Renjun's body, though there was certainly always a goal in mind whenever you had him in your arms like that and you elected to tease him. Renjun knew it. He tried to pretend that he didn’t understand because it riled you up, and this time was no different with the way he closed his eyes and acted like he was falling asleep in the hopes that you would either surrender completely or continue and give him exactly what he really wanted— You weren't stupid either. Whenever he tried to hide himself from you, that meant he didn’t want you to know about something embarrassing… Usually it had to do with wanting you. Renjun had a bad habit of getting desperate when he was tired, and you had an even worse habit of wanting to use him whenever you had a long day at work. Whenever Renjun looked so cute, it was impossible to hold back. If he was tired, submissive, and whiney, you realized you only ever had one option, honestly.

Your hands worked their way under Renjun's shirt, your palms laying flat on his stomach while your fingers massaged and scratched gently at the different parts of his stomach that were a mixture of both soft and proof of his hard work in trying to work out with his group members who wanted to help him get abs. You didn’t care what he looked like. He knew that. You liked in the winters how he’d have more for you to grab onto when you were bored; and you also liked the summers when he was working out constantly and dancing until his muscles were more noticeable than usual. That was why Renjun could find comfort with you, however, because no matter what would happen, you would be by his side, kissing his cheek, and whispering praises in his ear.

As you played with Renjun, his stomach tensed. It was reactionary to how cold your fingers were and how the lingering touches across his torso were starting to tickle, but most notably to both of you, it was sending all the blood and sanity downwards. To test your luck, you trailed your fingers upwards before ghosting them over one of Renjun's nipples. He gulped and bucked his hips backwards slightly. You grinned to yourself. When Renjun didn’t protest any of your very obvious intentions, you did as you pleased by moving your other hand down to the hem of his pants, finding easy access under them, and the second you made contact with his erection, Renjun rolled his face into the pillows to cover up a pathetic moan that he was embarrassed to let you hear. Of course you couldn’t let him get away with that.

“Let me hear you, baby,” you whispered in his ear.

He shook his head slightly.

You wrapped your hand around his length then drifted your thumb over his tip. As another moan left him, you couldn’t help yourself. The hand under his shirt immediately escaped so that you could grab his chin and force him to look straight, his pants and gasps echoing throughout the bedroom.

“Wanna hear your pretty sounds.”

Renjun continued to moan with every exhale when you pumped your hand up and down his length. Every now and then, your thumb would tease his tip to discover that he was slowly leaking for you, which meant that you had him exactly where you wanted him: Wrapped around your finger. The faster you went, the harder he panted. The more you teased him, the more his hips wiggled against the mattress and your body that was still pressed tightly behind him.

“Please,” he begged breathlessly.

You hummed a curious tone, unsure of what he meant.

“More… Faster… Fuck…”

He tried to hide his face again, but your grip on his face didn’t waver, and you even gently hooked your index finger in his mouth to make sure that it stayed open. You touched him faster. It wasn’t like you could deny him such a request when he asked so nicely and he sounded so cute you thought you were going to lose your own sanity too.

“Close,” he mumbled against your finger.

As an act of encouragement to keep going, Renjun then sucked on the finger in his mouth. You knew by the way he couldn’t hold still or keep quiet that he really was on the edge already, his desperation was getting the better of him, and all thoughts seemingly left him in order to make room for the pleasure and praise you were providing.

You used the leverage of having Renjun wrapped in your arms to roll him onto his back while you continued to quicken your pace going up and down his length. Renjun didn’t even seem to notice the different position. He was so focused on cumming that his eyes were squeezed shut and his toes were curling in the sheets so that he had enough stability to buck his hips upwards into your touch. You removed your finger from his mouth before quickly leaning in to kiss him. He whined pathetically.

“Cum for me, Renjunnie.”

Just then, you used your free hand to play with his nipples under his shirt. He leaned up to kiss you as passionately as he could while grabbing onto your shoulders, his fingers digging into the fabric of your dress shirt that you wore to work that day for a very important presentation you had been stressing over for the entire week. His hips stilled. He moaned your name. And you felt liquid dribbling down your hand and onto his pelvis.

Renjun slumped after the height of his orgasm passed, but he still had enough energy left in him to kiss you one more time, albeit a lot lighter and with a hint of exhaustion behind it. “Thank you…”

You kissed his cheek lovingly. Looking down at his body, you saw that he’d made a mess of his pants and shirt that he’d worn for the day, which you expected, which was why you had rolled him over so that you would only have to wash his clothes instead of having to change the sheets when you were both so tired. Renjun was already half asleep again. His eyes were shut, his breath was calm, and his limbs were limp in different corners of the bed. You giggled to yourself.

“Stay here, okay?”

He nodded vaguely.

With one more kiss just beneath his eye, you rolled out of bed to grab a wet washcloth from the bathroom which you used to wipe up some of the cum off of Renjun's skin. He hummed at the feeling of the warm water against him.

You kissed one of his exposed hip bones. “Do you want one of my shirts?”

Renjun nodded silently again.

So you went to your drawers to retrieve one of your oversized pajama t-shirts— Though, ever since you moved in together, your oversized shirts had become more Renjun's than yours since he loved wearing your clothes so much, and you had no quarrels with that, not when it made him more alluring. Along with your shirt, you picked out a pair of boxers for him to wear while sleeping. He didn’t like anything constricting while in bed. He liked to tell you that he was so over having to wear skinny jeans and tank tops on stage for the fans that he just wanted to relax whenever he was at home; You never expected him to wear or do anything he didn’t want when it was just the two of you, so you tried to help him out as much as possible.

“Sit up for me a bit, baby,” you cooed gently.

He pouted and lifted his head up, but he refused to go any further. You rolled your eyes then helped him upright so that you could take his dirtied shirt off and throw it to the side with the rag you used to clean him up.

“Arms up.”

Renjun decided that was the moment to be a brat by not cooperating. You were somewhat used to it, however, so you easily got each of his arms through the short sleeves before sliding the shirt over his head with a tired grunt, which seemed to wake Renjun up slightly because he peeked at you with one eye to check if you were alright. You comforted him with a peck on his lips. His eyes fell shut again in the midst of you laying him down and lifting his hips in order to take off his pants to replace them with the boxers.

“Better?” you inquired once he was changed.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

With an exhausted sigh following changing out of your clothes and into your own pajamas, you fell into bed, collecting Renjun in your arms once more, just as before, his back against your chest, your hands wandering his body, but this time with the intent to comfort rather than to rile. Renjun stole your right hand and kissed your knuckles. He held your hand close to his body, propping it under his chin.

“I love you,” he whispered.

You kissed his neck. “I love you too.”

Seemingly immediately, the two of them fell asleep like that, unable to escape each other’s hold, unwilling to release the other.

#op #fanfic #renjun #renjun smut #nct #nct dream #nct dream smut

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vhyunjinverse · 1 year ago

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ONCE A MONTH

gn!reader x neuvillette (18+) | not proof read

summary : When the hydro dragon’s in heat and need to lay his seed..what better option than you?

warnings : breeding kink, mentions of “heat” (THIS IS NOT a/o/b.) slight!sub Neuvillette, oral (m receiving), virgin!neuvillette, loss of virginity

“Are you positive that you want to do this?”

“Yes..of course.” You look down at the contract nervously. You felt your mouth run dry, looking over the words you glanced at three times before, and your signature at the bottom. It wasn’t normal for this thing to happen- not in Fontaine. You guessed it was different with Neuvillette, since he’s the Hydro dragon. It was only right that he had something like that going on with himself. You hand him back the paper before smiling softly. His expression was hard to read but you saw his small grip on the paper as he filed it. “I’ve never done this with anyone else before.” Neuvillette’s cheeks were a small shade of red. “Is that alright as well? It’s not stated on the paper-“

“It’s..alright sir.” you smile. “As long as a get to help.”

“I’ll see you in a week, then.”

“Yes, of course.”

Never in a million years did you expect to sign your freedom away to be the fuck toy of Neuvillette himself once a month. After all, it is an opportunity of a lifetime.

“Is it too big to fit?” you stared at Neuvillette’s naked frame. His broad shoulders, neck coated in sweat as his hair flowed down his back, the hydro symbol on his lower stomach.He panted heavily, lips parted as he stared at how much you leaked from your hole..perfect little hole he couldn’t wait to destroy. thoughts clouded his mind, his eyes covered in a slight gray haze as he clenched his hands, obviously holding back from taking you right there.

Your mouth hung open as well, the length that hung between his legs bother heavy and leaking. “I-I’m sorry I didn’t warn you first..” he goes to apologize, shaking hands reaching out towards you. “Perhaps we should have prepped more-“ he rushes out, “No- no Neuvillette it’s okay!” You sit up from the silk sheets and motion him forward. He’s in front of you in an instant. Your hands crept up his thighs, beginning to kiss the girth on his lengthy cock. He moans softly, throwing his head back. You felt your ears warm..here you are, sucking the cock of the chief justice of Fontaine, and being the very first to do so. “You’re..perfect as always.” Your tongue dances around the skin, moaning softly as you felt his nervous hand place up top your head.

“You feel- good. Better than pillows…” The groan that left his lips went straight down to your sex, throbbing for him, waiting for him….it belonged to him now after all. “Ah~ yes..y-yes right there please..” He was a mess. His red face warned you of what was to come- why you were here in the first place. Taking care of Neuvillette’s heat. It was unheard of, but he was different in some way after all, he needed to lay his little dragon seed..who would say no to that? You stroked the rest of his cock your mouth couldn’t reach. Neuvillette was a mess. “oh..oh god-!” He whined, hips instinctively moving to thrust into your mouth. You look up at him, hands in your lap while he fucked your throat to reach his orgasm. “I..I can’t hold it in..I-“ He chokes out a moan, holding your head on his angry cock while coating your mouth.

Every drop tasted like heaven. Neuvi looks down at you, face flushed as he let go of your hair, panicking. “Y/N- Im very sorry I don’t know what took over me.” He wipes off the corner of your mouth. Shaking your head you stand, wrapping your arms around his waist. “You’re perfectly fine..” your thigh brushes up against his cock, still hard. “And we aren’t done.”

Neuvillette slept comfortably, you could tell. The bed sank slightly along with your body while stood there, mouth agape at the sight of your wet sex open for him. Your head laid on one of his pillows, ass in the air. His hand hesitantly touched your soft skin, his thumb pulling at one of your cheeks to expose your hole just a bit more… “May I?” Neuvi asks. You hum softly in response.

“I..I cannot hold it in anymore.” Neuvillette’s voice grows heavier, feeling his thick cock against your thigh. “I want to fill you with my seed, and although I cannot reproduce with your species, I would’ve loved to see your stomach full and round with it.” He presses up against your hole, groaning as he slowly started to enter you. Inch by inch causing you to moan aloud, hole tightening around him. “Thank you, for taking me.”

#genshin impact #genshin #neuvillette #monsieur neuvillette #neuvillete x reader #gender neutral imagine #gender neutral character #neuvilette genshin #neuvilette smut #genshin impact neuvillette #neuvillette genshin

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narcissistshandler · 1 year ago

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More of Jake Kim x top!male reader please! Like the reader help Jake to unwind after a long day (and also can you please add 69 position too, like somewhere in the story?) Thank you in advance!

𝗠𝗔𝗗𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗖*𝗖𝗞

✧ 𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦 male reader x jake kim/kim gimyung

✧ 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 top!amab! reader, bottom!jake, 69, blowjob (jake giving reader), rimming and fingering (reader giving jake), anal sex, very light sub/dom dynamic alternating between sub/dom jake and sub/dom reader

✧ 𝖠/𝖭 This one is another that was in my drafts for weeks because I got lost in the narrative, sorry for the delay

Not even if Jake wanted to he would be able to hide from you how tired he was, so even in front of your slightly worried look he just smiled as he let the bag slide from his shoulder to the floor, giving you that usual bright smile and fell into your open arms on the sofa in the living room. There were deep circles under his dark eyes, and even the daily phone calls weren't enough to make up for it when Jake spent the last few days away from home, training and looking to learn more about his dad.

"You need a shower," you said, arms tightening around his waist so you could hold him closer.

"Wow, thanks, I missed you too, [name]," he replied, feigning annoyance that broke within seconds as a chuckle escaped his lips. You weren't wrong though, Jake spent the last few hours on on a long journey in a stuffy bus because it was the last option if he wanted to get home today and Jake couldn't stand being one day longer away from you, from what was left of the Big Deal and from home.

"I missed you," you stated, lifting his chin with your index finger so you could take his lips in a kiss. "So much."

Jake melted against your chest, the weight in his shoulders seeming to melt away as your lips molded against each other. His mouth dropped open for you in a show of submission that didn't sit well with him. But Jake was damn tired and he couldn't think of anything better than to lay back and let you have your way with him.

You pulled back, breaking the kiss, your hands trailing down Jake's rigid back over the sweat-soaked t-shirt - from shoulder blades to coccyx.

"You're tense," you commented. "Dinner, shower and sleep?"

And as tempting as that offer was, Jake countered:

"Bath and you fuck me until I pass out?"

One of your hands came up to run through his hair and Jake could almost see the thoughts running through your head, but more than that, he could feel you slowly getting hard against his stomach and he almost instinctively moved to touch you, hand open falling over the tent that formed in your pants.

"You-" you started, but cut yourself off with a soft moan, eyes darkening. "Okay, whatever you want, yeobo."

The freezing water under that Jake did his best to take a quick shower under and make sure his body was clean for you was unable to lessen the heat building in his body like flames slowly getting bigger. The odor of sweat was replaced by the smell of soap and water and when Jake pressed two fingers inside himself to make sure he was ready and clean for you, his dick reacted in an interested twitch even under the cold spray. That's when he decided he couldn't wait another minute.

You were sitting on the bed, back against the headboard, naked — as Jake had ordered you before entering the bathroom —, cock hard against the stomach with the head red and oozing, begging to be touched, you didn't however, never would dare touch yourself without Jake's express and clear permission and you hadn't received it in weeks.

It was hard to know which of you two was more looking forward to having the other after so long apart.

Jake dripped all the way from the bathroom to the bed, wet footprints and water droplets left behind on the floor and then onto the sheet as he climbed onto the bed. In erotic familiarity, placing each leg on either side of your hips and sitting on top of you, like a king on a throne. The feel of your bare skins touching sent an instant thrill through his veins.

Your hands landed on his hips, cocks mere inches apart. Jake melted under the attention, an almost basic need to be near you, under you or over you igniting all of his senses, more than he needed to breathe or eat or sleep or drink, he needed you and it was getting harder and harder keep thinking straight.

"How do you want this, jagiya?" The title of 'sir' or 'boss' or 'master' for when you felt more submerged and obedient than usual wasn't there today, although the lightness in your tone was the same as usual, a silent plea for 'please tell me what to do'.

"First," Jake began, gently rocking his hips. Your cocks rubbed together briefly, the sensitive tips bumping into each other and mixing the leaking pre-cum before Jake's hips drew back again. Your fingers tightened on his waist as you watched the lustful display. "Kiss me."

You did. You kissed him hard and longingly, wistful after all the days you spent apart, fingers sinking into his skin and pulling him against you as your tongue slipped into his mouth.

Jake's mouth opened easily for you, hand finding your hard cock that pressed against his. You were already wet for him, already oozing even though he barely touched you.

Jake's fingers barely closed around your cock and each pull drew familiar, erotic sounds from you that were lost in the kiss. He knew you made even more delicious sounds when his mouth was on you, when your cock worked its way down his throat at whatever pace Jake decided he wanted. His mouth watered at the faint memory of your smell and taste; hole tightening.

He pulled back, breaking the kiss and lowered his attention to watch the bulbous head of your cock disappearing between his thin, callused fingers, semi-transparent beads of pre-cum wetting them.

"I want you inside," he said, the honey-sweet words rolling off his tongue. "Get me ready for your cock."

You snarled like a wild animal and he felt your cock twitch in the grip of his hand. Jake can't help but laugh, proud of himself for having such an effect on you.

"Go get the lube and stop teasing me or I might come before I even get inside you."

"Dare and I'll put a chastity belt on you."

Jake gave you two last tugs, finding it difficult to stop touching you before getting off of you and crawling to the end of the bed where he could reach the lube on the nightstand among other toys stored there.

You fixed your pillow and moved to lay on the bed, patting your chest. "Come here."

He went with a wide, perverted smile on his thin lips, handing the lube into your hands before positioning himself as you wanted.

Your free hands soon returned to help him position himself, pulling him back until his ass was close to your face. Jake's legs sank bent into the mattress, wet cock dragging against your chest and your own cock ending up at a tempting distance from his face. Despite the excitement bubbling in his stomach, the new position brings a flush to his cheeks. Jake couldn't stop thinking about how he must look in your eyes, all open and exposed and within easy reach of you; tight balls visible between the legs and hole twitching where you could now see with your hands holding his ass cheeks apart. Embarrassment aside, he really liked it.

Your breath hit against the wrinkled muscles, a mere forewarning of what was to come before your tongue made the first contact. Jake melted with a loud groan, falling completely flat on top of you, all strength seeming to leave his body.

Your fingers dig into his skinny ass, spreading it further apart as your face sinks against him, your tongue, wet and soft and so good, rubbing against the tightly contracted muscles, licking and kissing and making his hole a mess of saliva and spit. Completely dirty.

His entire body shudders under the stimulation and your tongue is fucking him, pressing its way inside and the muscles in his legs immediately tense, rocking back powerless against the heat of your mouth as he struggles to get more of your tongue, needy. And it's not enough and at the same time it's so much, so much and he wants more, deeper, more-

Jake knew he was being loud, he knew he was being damn loud and damn needy as he rocked back against your mouth, one of his hands reaching behind to help keep himself open as he felt one of your fingers easily slide inside his relaxed hole, and then another one. He had missed it. Missed you, the sex with you.

With his other hand, Jake took your cock and brought it to his mouth, eyes falling closed as the familiar weight slid into his mouth and onto his tongue, the bitter taste of your pre-cum making him moan as soon as it hit his senses.

Your tongue pressed inside him, right between the two fingers you held scissors apart inside him and a muscle in his leg jumped. He could feel his hole opening and closing, tightening around the intrusion, the combined sensations of your fingers and tongue eliciting a insane pleasure from him.

Mind overheated, Jake didn't even notice that his mouth had stopped working. He just kept your cock in the heat of his mouth, making no move to suck or lick. Like your personal cock warmer, saliva pooling on his tongue and eyes drooping shut in an attempt to deal with the intensity of your touch, he gave in to the sensations. It was a strange thought that didn't scare him, if Jake could pick his paradise then this would be it: rationality turned off with sweetness by your hands and mouth, body being used by you.

Jake's cock dripped nonstop, occasionally twitching where it was pressed between your and his bodies. His feet sank into the sheets, legs trying constantly to close, body continuing trying to curl and tighten in involuntary reactions.

Your fingers slid along the sensitive walls, just a little deeper, seeming to play with him; in, out, rubbing and pressing, until your fingers curled inside him, hitting his prostate and a moan died in Jake's throat.

His entire body was so hot Jake didn't even notice his cock spilling out. The orgasm came easy and smooth, coursing through him in gentle shock waves that had his hole clenching around your fingers so hard it felt like it wanted to suck on them. Moans echoed around your cock in his mouth, spittle running down his parted lips and then chin.

You gently rocked your fingers in and out of him, helping him ride out the orgasm, wet tongue sloppily licking the rim that clung to your digits. Jake clamped his lips around your cock, sucking weakly as small shock waves ran down his spine. His dick twitched again, spilling every last drop onto your chest, his balls squeezing tightly.

Then your fingers were gone, leaving him devastatingly empty. A whimper rose all the way up his throat.

“Shhh,” you shushed him. "Hush now, love."

Your firm hands moved up to his hips, moving him off of you with an ease that never failed to make Jake's mind short circuit. He loved it when you moved him. He went easily, mouth now empty, letting you lay him down on the bed, chest against the sheets, muscles relaxed and malleable under your power.

"I'm going to fuck you now, yes?"

Jake groaned, gripping the sheet between his fingers, eagerly spreading his legs for you.

He couldn't force himself to form coherent words and he didn't even need to, all that existed was the fat head of your cock wet with Jake's saliva pressed against the open, relaxed rim.

Then you sank inside him, with one thrust. Jake felt his muscles being stretched with a burning sensation that sizzled through his spine, your cock pushing its way in until it sits completely deep inside, your hips resting against his ass. The preparation hadn't been enough to rid him of the pain, you both knew that the burn of stretching always left Jake trembling, yearning for more.

“So tight for me, Jake,” you murmur, lips against the heated skin of his shoulder. "So good, so sweet, such a pretty whore."

Jake sobs at the praise, eyes falling closed as he surrenders to the overwhelm of being filled, the sensation almost too much, leaving him trembling beneath you, sweet hole quivering and twitching, sweat running down the back of his neck.

And you just stay there, weight steady against his lean back, rolling your hips against him without rushing, feeling Jake's hole opening and relaxing gently against the pressure, like he was made for this, like he was made for your cock and nothing else.

#x male reader #x top reader #x male top reader #x top male reader #lookism x y/n #lookism x male reader #lookism x reader #lookism smut #jake kim x male reader #jake kim x reader #kim gimyung x reader #kim gimyung x male reader #kim gimyeong #lookism fic

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missdaytonawrites · 2 years ago

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liar • a. anderson

summary - manny and abby find you alone one night and take you back to the stadium, abby does everything in her power to swallow her feelings about you. even if it means pushing boundaries and lying. (enemies 2 lovers w/ abby's mean ass.)

WC - 4k

cw/tw - 18+ MDNI, post!outbreak abby, mean!abby, afab!reader, talk of guns and infected, seriously abby's unreasonably bitchy, talk of alcohol, abby cannot tell the truth to save her life, dom/sub dynamics, hurt/comfort kinda??? fingering (r! receiving) getting caught (if u squint girl, not really) apologetic!abby. slightly, every-so-barely, for a literal split-second... sub!abs, (mainly sub!r tho..) spitting, tribbing ooooh, abby smokes cigarettes, so does r! apparently, little bit of fluff, i kinda hate the ending?? maybe a pt. II to this will happen idk don't ask lol.

A/N - ..heeey people... here it is!!! i recently (like two days ago recently) gained a pretty serious injury on my pinky toe and i've been literally bed-ridden so i had no choice but to get this out. i love this song, i've heard this song live, this song is so request-this-is-based-on coded so!!!! (*edit* nonnie if u see this i hope u love it mwah) i kid you not i started writing this on the two-hour drive home from the paramore concert and i've just now finished it. i'm super personally proud of this and i will say -- YOU 100% HAVE GOT TO, LISTEN TO THE SONG WHEN YOU READ. with most of my other fics, it's really optional but for this?/!:?):!; put headphones in, turn this song on loop, AND THEN READ!!! it will completely enhance the fic. thanks 4 readin as always, love you crazy bitches.

"love is not an easy thing to admit, but i'm not ashamed of it."

this was fucking gross, the dirt was cold and wet. bordering on mud status and now seeping into the cloth of your shorts & t-shirt as you lay into the earth. you were tired and just needed some rest before you continued on. the old abandoned house you had been using as shelter became over-ran with some infected while you were out one day. so it was back to the forest floor for now.

gross, cold, and wet. the way she had found you, curled up and fast asleep on the ground, she almost wished that she felt bad. she didn’t though, instead for a split second she forgot manny had been following behind her as she took the barrel of her gun to press into the side of your face. she pressed in a little harder and you shot awake at the feeling of something touching your teeth through your cheek. your eyes fly open and they’re met with two shadowy figures above you.

one is a lot larger than the other, the one who had been poking you with the gun crouched down to get a better look at you. through her inspection, manny could be heard behind her muttering something about “we can’t just leave her here, abs.” abby didn’t really care for what he was saying, instead she was silently cursing herself for the emotion that began to crowd her train of thought. abby had toughened herself up enough so these sorts of things wouldn’t happen. she, or the rest of the WLF couldn't afford any emotional attachments. abby didn't need to be going out and developing crushes on sleeping beauties in the woods. yet here she was…

maybe that's why she grew to detest you so severely. treating you so harshly so her mask didn't slip, it was the only way for her. especially the night they found you. she couldn’t even begin to fathom how badly she wanted to just grab you up, take you back to clean you off and keep you safe with the rest of them. instead, she shook you (and manny’s new found excitement, like they found a stray puppy) off, pulling her gun away from your face and stepping about eight feet far from you to speak with manny.

it was back and forth the entire time, manny weighing in all the pros while abby lays out all the cons. true childish banter begins to ensue and abby begrudgingly agrees to bring you back with manny, claiming he’ll “deal with any consequences.” they walk back over to where you lay, awake and pissed. you had just started to fall asleep for fucks sake, “look, you’re coming with us. don't argue and just be grateful that it's we who ran across your ass and not some raider." abby sighs then pinches the bridge of her nose, you would like to argue but the darker haired one looks rather excited for you to be coming, so you bite your tongue for now.

it had been six months since that night… six months of falling in love with your new life at the stadium, six months of manny becoming the closest friend you’ve ever known, six months of training.. six months of a total cold shoulder from abby. you didn't even know if you could call it that, lord knows she never spared her snarky comments towards you at dinner or when the two of you got paired together on runs. always saying something about how you never do anything right, then carrying on while she tells you all the reasons they should've just left you there in the forest to rot.

you take on each day with your head high, trying not to let abby bother you. even if you couldnt seem to crack her fucking issue with you, reminding yourself that everyone else enjoys you and is glad you joined them. especially manny, he was a great pal, always sitting with you at dinner and reading with you. one night he had pulled you out of your book and talked you into having a drink with him, so you did. the two of you passed the bottle back and forth all night, intoxicating yourself enough to blab about abby.

“i just don’t fuckin’ get it, i guess.” taking another swig, you chuckle and hand manny the bottle back. “maybe i just see myself differently than she does.” he looks like he’s thinking and before he can say anything you start again, “does she talk about me? i mean, have i done anything to her that i’m just oblivious to?” manny doesn't say anything, just throws back whatever is left in the whiskey bottle and looks at you sympathetically.

“she doesn't really talk to anyone about things like that, maybe you did.. nobody will ever know.” you sigh and cross your legs. you and manny enjoy the silence for awhile before there’s some shuffling to the side of you two and then just like magic, there’s abby. rearing her mean little head like she heard you twos conversation. much to your chagrin, she did and as she takes her seat next to manny she whacks his shoulder and grumbles something along the lines of “couldn't save any for me..?”

abby's presence captures all of manny's attention while she talks him into going to grab another bottle, you sit uncomfortably and slightly tipsy as she finally convinces him. he gives you a little salute before heading off, leaving you and abby alone. you feel the liquor drop like an anchor in your stomach and your eyelids become heavy, you suddenly aren't sure how much longer you wanna stay.. where did she come from? if she was listening, why? you could have sworn manny said everyone else was out for the night..?

you’re so deep in thought that you don't notice abby has moved closer to you, and has been slowly muttering in your ear this whole time. it isn’t until she is literally snapping her fingers in front of your face, that you pull yourself out of your trance. when you turn to look her in the eyes, you notice just how close she had gotten. taking a sharp breath she starts again, even slower this time, like you wouldn't understand if she were to say it any faster. “i don’t see you differently, i see you for what the fuck you are… n’ i can’t say i’m the biggest fan”

you swallow and feel as if you’ve shrunk beneath her very gaze, “keep my fucking name out of your mouth, got it?” subconsciously scooting away from her, you nod quickly and avert your gaze. she snaps again, and your eyes shoot back to hers. “say it. tell me that you got it through your goddamn head,” and she moves closer. “now!” you squeak out a shaky “got it!” before standing and making your exit. on your leave, you can hear abby laugh at the situation from down the hall.

she has never taken something that far before? you can’t even recall a time she’s been that close to you before. guilt starts to float around you like a cloud above your head. you cannot believe you let her bother you so much that you left without saying a “good night.” or “thank you!” to manny.

flopping face-down on your cot, you conjure an idea; you rummage through all of your belongings to find some pen and paper. you write manny an explanatory note and let him know a little about what happened.

finishing up your letter, you can faintly hear him and abby laughing from your room.

“ah, abs.. you’ll have to get over yourself and tell her eventually.” he sighs and you can hear abby hiss at the thought. “nah man, i’ve already-” and then you remember how shes made you feel before, you decide you’re done eavesdropping and suddenly decide to no longer give manny the piece of paper you had been writing him. crumpling the note, you throw it at the wall and lay down to read.

an entire two weeks pass, you can confidently say you’ve not once thought about abby. her lack of kindness fails to phase you as the days pass. you’ve stopped eating with the group, opting for meals in your room instead. you’ve only really talked with manny only enough to ensure you and abby aren't partnered up for anything. it was smooth sailing for another two weeks, a whole fucking month passes and you cannot believe she’s really left you alone. you honestly didn't think she was capable, but alas, she hadn't even barely looked your way. you can’t help but let your mind race before you sleep about why? was she respecting your request? had manny scolded her? you remembered what manny had told you and settled with the fact that you’d never know.

one night, as you make your bed and pack your bag for the week, there's a quick rasp of knuckles on your door. “heeeeey! i know you’re in here, let me in.” manny, and he sounded drunk. unlocking the door and rolling your eyes, he stumbles in and flops down on your freshly made cot. “we have got to taaaalk..” he hiccups and rolls over to face you, “i need to know, please-” burping and then bursting out in laughter he rubs his eyes and sits up. “what reeealllyy happened that ni-ght.” you didn't think you could roll your eyes back any further than they did at that very moment, practically dismissing him you say: “i don't know what you’re talking about, what night?” burping, he looks at you like you’ve lost it, “c’mon, don't do that. i just want to know if she's telling me the truth…”

in that moment, your head whips around and you’re sure your eyes bugged out of your head. “the truth? what did she say happened?” manny matches the shocked expression on your face for a split second and then erupts in laughter, you worry for what he’s about to say. “look, don’t let this- this, don't tell her i said this.” swallowing and moving closer to him, you sit on the cot with manny while he tells you this extravagant story all about what “happened” that night.

apparently, that night, you told abby to her face that you thought she had a problem with you. apparently, on that same night you also caught an attitude with abby and got in her face. apparently, you stormed off in a drunken rage after allegedly jumping all over her case.

furious, you were so fucking mad. there were simply no words in the goddamned english dictionary to fathom how angry you were with her. she lied! right through her teeth! to manny of all people! about you! there was no holding back anymore, returning to the moment, you spare no gory details as you tell manny what really happened. to say the least? he wasnt very happy, you told him you were scared of her and didnt say anything sooner because you swore to “keep her fucking name out of your mouth.”

the conversation sobered manny up enough for him to apologize on abby's behalf and then exit rather quickly, leaving you to go to bed. you just can’t justify falling asleep, though. not until you make a plan, to your knowledge abby has no reason to be treating you the way she is; the only thing to do now is talk to her. you can be civil, at this point you just need to know why. so in a futile attempt to sleep, you rehearse with yourself what you’re going to say to abby tomorrow.

you wake up to bright sun, bam, right there in your eyes. you practically hiss and you turn away from your window, regaining your vision when your senses are flooded with an overwhelming scent of pine… you thought you were having a stroke, so you sit up and take in your surroundings. upon further inspection, and the realization that you’re definitely not having a stroke, you look around your space and low and behold..

there’s abby. hair falling loosely about her shoulders, still in her pajamas, sitting there just as annoying as the sun. you see her and glare, the tone of your morning immediately shifts and you turn away from her the same way you did with the morning light. grumbling something at her about how she needs to leave and how you two would do this later. you thought your point had been made until she grabs your arm and stops you from laying back down.

“look, i seriously can’t do this anymore.” she pulls you hard enough that you’re sitting up again. “i feel so fucking guilty, i don’t think i could even put it into words.” you almost laugh in her face, actually. “can’t do what anymore, abby? walk around and spew nothing but hate for me?” you realize how close she is and you reach out to shove her. putting some distance between the two of you, she opens her mouth to speak again but you interrupt her. “is it the whole lying to manny thing that made the guilt finally kick in, anderson?”

she returns to her spot in the chair on the far side of your room and sits, she chews her cheek while you rub your eyes. “don’t got anything to say now, huh?” she looks at you like she wants you to finish.. so you do. “i told you to go away, abby. we could’ve handled this later.” she stands up and walks over, sitting and occupying the empty space on your mattress next to you.

“i can’t keep living like this. fuck, fuck!” she shouts and stands, wiping her hands on her forehead. “i don’t know how to do this, and you aren't making it any easier.” you are genuinely astonished, in utter disbelief that she’s the angry one and that you’re gonna have to spell this out for her. “how about sorry? maybe go tell manny yourself that you are a fucking liar?!”

in that very moment, smoke might as well of blown out of her ears like a damn cartoon, “yeah. a liar.” she huffs and sits again. “lied to manny, lied about wanting you to keep my name out of your mouth.. lied about hating you.”

your jaw dropped, mouth literally hanging open as she continues, “i don’t know why, there’s no excuse. i am so fucking sorry.” she moves closer to you and puts her hand on your arm, gentler this time. “i haven’t said this to anyone in years, but i think i love you.” gazing down to her hand on you, then back up to her eyes you swallow the lump sitting in your throat. you don’t know what to say.

“abby, i,” you sigh and chew your lip, “i wish i knew what to say, this is all-” and then her hand moves up, silencing you when her thumb swipes over the expanse of your lips and then rests at the corner of your mouth. she leans into you and offers you two more words, “don’t talk..” then closes the gap between you two.

your lips are like heaven, everything she could have ever wanted. every night when she would fall asleep dreaming of them, this is it and more. she feels like she is fucking floating. she doesn't know what to do with her hands; they tangle in your hair, slide and touch your arms and then come up to cup your cheeks while she pushes into you impossibly further.

she breaks the kiss every now and then to mutter an “i’m sorry.. m’so so sorry, baby.” pulling away completely to admire you. she’s panting so heavily as she goes to pull your tank top up and off, immediately ducking down to take a nipple into her mouth. the cool air of your room hits you, head rolling back and around when you peer down at her, she locks eyes with you. pulling off you with a pop, she comes back up to kiss you again. except this time, its not a makeout, just short desperate pecks all over your face while she hurries to get your shorts off of you.

you help her out and shimmy out of them, completely bare, you fall back on your elbows and spread your legs for her. she lets out a low whistle and shakes her head, chuckling as she whispers, “goddamn foolish to deny myself of this..” bringing her middle and ring finger to rub circles around you.

she moves them down and pushes the two into you, twisting and curling them against your walls. you gasp and drop your head again, hands balling up into fists. abby notices your open mouth and kisses you again, pushing her tounge into your mouth and really fucking kisses you. her free hand rolls your nipple and then wraps in your hair, exposing your neck for her to suck and bite. “pussy’s so good..” whispering against your neck, fingers still fucking you while crude sounds bounce and echo off your walls.

she pulls her fingers out and hovers them over your clit. she looks down at your dripping center, wets her lips, and then looks back at you. “may i?” she asks and brings her fingers to her mouth to taste. her eyes knock to the back of her head and she brings her fingers down to rub you some more, “god, please let me, baby”

while you barely manage to moan out a response abby has already wondrously found her way down to your core, latching herself to your clit. she groans into you while your hips instinctively buck into her mouth. as if the sensation of her devouring you wasn't enough, her fingers plunge into you. writhing beneath her, your hands find a home in abby’s hair; and if her head weren’t literally between your legs, you would have stopped to comment on how soft her blonde locks are.

abby continues to fuck you with her fingers when all of the sudden, her mouth is pulling off of your pussy and delving into your lips yet again. the contact has you whimpering and an unfamiliar heat sizzles in your lower belly. you pull away from the kiss in attempts to speak, but to no avail as she simply just follows you back and keeps kissing you. “don’t run from it, baby.. don’t run from me.” she pulls away from your face and drives her fingers into you, fast and mean and determined.

your breathing quickens and you’re suddenly so much more aware of the way she's leaning over you, the darkness in her eyes, the way she’s heaving as she watches your body react to her touch. you’re close, so, so indescribably close to the edge; just about to explode beneath her when.. knock knock knock!

“abs?! you guys in there?” manny, banging on your door to innocently check the status of you two’s “making up.” abby’s eyes flicker down to yours and her free hand flys to her own lips, pressing a single finger to them, hushing you. “i got this, stay quiet.” she whispers and gives you a peck then clears her throat. “yeah man! we’re all good, just talkin’!” she shouts at him, never once slowing her pace while your orgasm just bubbles within you.

manny laughs, “cool, cool. just wanted to make sure you aren't like.. murdering her or anything.” abby laughs this time, murdering something else for sure, and lets him know you two will be out soon enough. you hear his footsteps trail off, and without a second to think, abby’s kissing you again. you whine against her lips and she coos, practically begging you to cum on her fingers.

“let go, give it to me baby, please.” your legs spasm and she chuckles, bringing her thumb to your clit as you gush onto her fingers. hips circling and following the movements of her thumb while you ride it out, abby watches in amazement. she removes her fingers from you as you come down, and makes quick work of her own bottoms. discarding them on the floor, she grabs one of your legs for leverage and swings one of her own over your torso. positioning her pussy right over your own, she trails a line of kisses down your calf and to your knee. resting her forehead against your leg and huffing when she finally grinds down into you.

your mouth falls agape, and you reach to touch her; any of her. her arms, her hips, her chest. gasping while she bites the meaty part of your calf, you buck into her and she throws her head back at the increased friction.

“such a good girl, y’know that..? so fucking good..” her hips rut back and forth and sweat drips from her forehead and runs down your leg. looking down at where the two of you connect, abby spits on to the both of you and fucks you harder. she’s the one to whine this time, so fucking pent up from living with you for fucking months and not already doing this. guilt starts to grow heavy in her stomach again and she whimpers then kisses your ankle, folding your leg to rest against her shoulder. she looks down at you and cups you face, clit still rubbing against you. “m’sorry.. fuck.” she grips your face harder and her pace quickens, incoherently mumbling out apologies and you feel your second orgasm start to swirl.

you shush at her and move your own hips quicker to keep up, “no, no abby, please..” she throws her head back again and her hands move to grope at your tits, you look up at her with forgiving eyes. nodding, as if to telepathically tell her that it's okay. that you want this and that you forgive her, she nods back and groans as loud as you’ve ever heard. you lightly tap her bicep and bring her back to the moment. whimpering, “gonna cum again, abs, please..”

she breathes and nods her head again, “m’almost there baby, almost..” sniffling, she really pushes down into you and her hips falter just slightly. “want you to cum with me, ‘kay?” she keeps fucking herself against you and you tremble, trying to move with her but you’re too lost in pleasure.

she winces and bucks her hips criminally fast; ushering you, and herself, to finally let go. she pants and sweats above you, her own orgasm crashing into her while you cling to her for dear life. pathetically writhing into her as you begin to unravel yourself. melting back into the bed sheets as she rides the both of you through your highs. her hips begin to slow and she’s kissing up and down your leg again. nudging her nose against your thigh, with a finalizing and triumphant breath.

you slowly creep back into reality and feel abby's weight shift off and away from you, just barely noticing her shimmy her shorts back up. she wobbles out of the room and returns with a damp towel, wiping the two of you down. she lets you lay and rest while she digs in her shorts pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes, she takes one out and lights it, and then crawls into bed with you.

she tucks you under her arm and wraps your blanket around you both, taking a long drag from her smoke and flicking the ash somewhere to her side. exhaling and turning the cigarette towards you, she slides the filter between your lips and lets you get a good pull.

it stays this way for a while, quiet and still. wrapped up in eachother, you two finish the smoke together and she puts it out right on your concrete floor. she pulls you in even closer and kisses your head. you sigh and close your eyes, saying it back for the first time, “i love you too, abby.”

jeeeeez, editing this was sooo headache-flavored. anyway! happy reading! wish me a decent recovery, and also?? lmk if you guys want a more in-depth story behind my fucked-up toe or pictures for that matter lol!!!

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sethsclearwater · 2 years ago

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synopsis: reader can’t stand her imprinter, paul, but is desperate for a hookup. she quickly realizes paul is her best option and soon discovers her feelings for him

warnings: smut, dom-ish!paul, sub-ish!reader

word count: 5.24k

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“i don’t get why you keep hooking up with that guy,” emily rolled her eyes, laughing as she took another sip of the beer she’d been sipping on for the past hour.

you huffed, looking up from your phone to shoot her a playful glare, “listen,” you started, coming to sit down on the blanket next to her, making sure to rest your bare feet over the edge so you didn’t drag all the sand onto the blanket, “he’s good when i want a quick hookup. he doesn’t talk to me, lets me ride him for like 20 minutes and get off, and then lets me go without any weird questions or anything. it’s an amazing setup we have,” you explained before adding, “except when he bails on me like tonight,” with a groan, earning a round of laughs from emily, kim, and embry who were all sitting on blankets around the bonfire with you.

“jesus christ,” embry laughed, “i think you just need a male sex doll or something because that is ridiculous,” he teased, everyone laughing when you huffed and rolled your eyes at him, laying back down on the blanket to glare up at the sky while you tried to figure out how you were going to satiate the heavy discomfort between your thighs.

shortly after you laid down, you could feel none other than paul lahote’s eyes burning holes into the side of your head. this was nothing new for you, you knew he had imprinted on you and you weren’t particularly interested in getting into a relationship with the local fuckboy, figuring he’d just have his way with you once or twice and then be done with you.

you rolled onto your side, looking over at him while the rest of your group seemed to get into a new conversation. before you could call him out, your phone lit up with a text from the man of the hour. you shot him a look before looking down at your phone, come over here.

you looked up at him to see him standing up and walking toward his car. you were confused, to say the least, but obliged nonetheless, getting up and following him to his car. once he got to the car, he turned around to face you, “i don’t like you fucking that guy,” he started, cutting you off with a quiet tut before you could argue with him about how he had no say in who you did or didn’t hook up with, “and i think if you want to fuck someone you should at least be doing it with someone who knows what they’re doing.” he finished, crossing his arms as he leaned against the car door, raising an eyebrow at you as he waited for you to respond.

you scrunched your nose up at the thought of what he was insinuating, “and i’m guessing you’d be the ideal candidate for someone who knows what they’re doing?” you asked sarcastically, rolling your eyes with a laugh when he nodded.

“okay listen-” he started when he realized you weren’t even remotely close to agreeing to his proposal, “i won’t even say anything. i’ll just lay there all nice and pretty for you and you can fuck yourself on me. promise i won’t bother you.” he offered, his tone becoming a tad bit desperate which had your features softening. you didn’t ever in a million years think that the paul lahote would ever come remotely close to being desperate to have sex with you.

you let out a sigh, peeking up at him as you contemplated his offer, “you promise you wouldn’t make it weird?” you asked, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as he shook his head and you thought about the pros and cons of his offer.

the man was pretty hopelessly in love with you anyways so it’s not like it could get much worse than the situation you were currently in. if anything you’d end up catching feelings for him which wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. or would it? you couldn’t decide but ended up figuring there were more pros than cons as the ache between your thighs increased in intensity as you realized just how desperate you were.

“promise i won’t,” he reassured, scanning your face for any signs of what your decision would be.

he didn’t have to wait for long before you let out another heavy sigh, “okay.” you murmured, “but if you start getting annoying then i will not hesitate to leave you with the world’s worst case of blue balls,” you threatened, not giving him a moment to respond before you were heading around to the passenger side of the truck, quickly hopping into the seat.

paul rolled his eyes but was smiling to himself as he got into the car, making quick work of turning the ignition on and pulling out of the parking lot so he could make the short drive back to his apartment. the ride back was silent, seeing as you glared him into silence anytime he looked like he was about to say anything to you.

it wasn’t until you got back to his apartment and into his room that you finally broke the silence, “okay so can you just- i don’t know-” you started, letting out a sigh before continuing, “can you just lay there?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest as you suddenly got a whole lot more self-conscious about fucking yourself on paul lahote’s cock.

“yea,” he said as he walked over to his bed, turning around to lean against his dresser when he asked, “are you gonna be mad at me if i strip in front of you?” he asked teasingly, chuckling when you let out a loud huff.

“just… take it off so i can see what i’m working with,” you started, vaguely gesturing towards him with your hands so he’d get the point.

paul let out a laugh, shaking his head, “this is so fucking transactional,” he teased as he pulled his shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the side before he was hooking his fingers around his sweatpants.

you rolled your eyes before taking in his chest, letting out a sigh as you finally let yourself realize just how attracted you were to him, “it is transactional,” you explained, letting your gaze trail up to his face as he tugged his sweatpants and boxers down and kicked them to the side, leaving him completely nude in front of you, “i need to cum and you have what i need to get that done,” you added, sucking in a deep breath when you looked down at his hardened cock, realizing just how large he was compared to anyone else you’d slept with.

paul let out a breathy chuckle when he saw your reaction, “i really think you oughtta invest in a vibrator if you need to cum that often princess,” he teased as he moved to lay down on his bed as you instructed him to, resting one hand on behind his head while the other reached down to languidly stroke at his cock.

you glared at him, “not that this is any of your business but i much prefer to cum on a real cock than some silicone toy.” you grumbled as you hooked your fingers under your shirt, pulling it up and over your head before tossing it into the pile of clothes paul had started a few moments prior.

“it kinda is my business seeing as i’ve got the real cock you’re about to cum on,” he teased, chuckling when you curled your hands into tight fists, taking a deep breath before you were reaching behind yourself to unhook your bra.

“whatever,” you grumbled, tossing your bra to the side before you were unzipping your jean shorts and kicking them and your panties off, both you and paul now totally naked in front of each other.

“so pretty,” paul murmured as he took you in, his gaze slowly trailing from your feet all the way up to your face, “now are you gonna come over here and fuck yourself on me princess?” he asked teasingly, chuckling again when you rolled your eyes but got onto his bed, making quick work of straddling his waist.

“so am i allowed to touch you? or is that off limits?” he asked, the same teasing tone still lacing his tone though you knew he was being serious with you. he didn’t want to fuck this up by doing something you weren’t comfortable with.

“yes, you can touch me lahote,” you said dryly, watching as he reached over to his bedside table to grab a bottle of lube, “oh you don’t need to-” you started but he cut you off with a quiet tut.

“i’m not letting you fuck me without any lube princess, gonna hurt yourself doing that,” he explained, not bothering to look up at you as he spoke, instead focusing on squirting a generous amount of lube onto his hand before he was stroking his hand up and down his cock to spread it.

you bit your lip at his comment, mentally cursing yourself for agreeing to this whole situation. at the rate you were going, you were going to be in love with the boy by the end of the night.

“alright so can i finger you?” he asked, peeking up at you as he rested one hand on your thigh, patiently waiting for your response before doing anything else.

you shook your head, “don’t need you to do that,” you explained, huffing when he shook his head, looking up at you incredulously.

“princess there’s no chance in hell i’m letting you on my cock without knowing you’re stretched out,” he explained and you rolled your eyes, letting out another heavy sigh as you dropped your head back and took a deep breath.

although it looked like you were beyond irritated with paul at this point, you were continuing to mentally curse yourself out for falling for this man so quickly. none of your previous hookups had ever been concerned with taking care of you like he had, all always focused on their own pleasure which is what ultimately led to you developing your “transactional” attitude towards sex.

though, the way paul was taking care of you had you questioning everything, “i swear i’m fine,” you reassured, lifting your head to offer him a reassuring smile for the first time all night.

paul watched you for a moment before conceding, “okay,” he said softly, watching you wearily, “if it hurts tell me and you can go finger yourself in the bathroom or something i guess,” he grumbled and you let out a soft giggle at his words causing him to look up at you, a confused look on his face at you giggle.

“what?” he asked softly, figuring at this point you were just going to make fun of him for his concern for you.

“you’re just…” you started, a small smile on your face, “nicer than i thought you were,” you finished, “but i promise i’ll tell you if it hurts.” you reassured, sliding your hand down your thigh to give his hand a soft squeeze.

he let out a sigh of relief, nodding, “okay c’mere,” he murmured, sliding his other hand up to grip your hip, helping you lift your hips up while you grabbed his cock and lined the spongey tip up with your entrance.

you sank down a bit on his length, letting out a soft whimper when you felt just how much he was stretching you out, your grip on his hand subconsciously tightening. with any previous hookups, you were able to easily take them without any stretching but paul was proving to be a much different story, much to your dismay.

“hurts?” paul asked, voice tight as he watched your pussy work at engulfing his cock. he didn’t want to show it for fear of you putting up with the pain for his benefit, but the way you were clenching around him had him nearly blacking out from the pleasure.

you shook your head, “just a stretch,” you murmured, letting out a heavy sigh as you went to sink further but quickly lifted your hips up at the painful sensation.

“okay, yea, no,” paul started, tightening his grip on your hip as he lifted you up and off his cock, “lay down,” he ordered as you watched him, shock written all over your features at his actions and words.

half of your brain wanted to argue with him, but the other, more curious half of your brain won out and you slowly got off paul’s lap and laid down next to him, “spread your legs for me,” he added as he reached over to grab the bottle of lube again, “gonna finger you, okay? promise i won’t make it weird,” he reassured as he squirted some lube onto his fingers before tossing the bottle back to the side.

you slowly nodded, spreading your legs so he could get his hand between them, “c’mere,” he murmured, hooking his free arm around your side so you could rest your head on his bicep, allowing you to curl into his side as he settled his other hand between your thighs, “you tell me if it hurts, okay?” he asked softly, waiting for you to respond before he was swirling one finger around your tight entrance. once he was confident that he had lubricated your entrance enough, he slowly dipped one finger inside of you, gently curling and uncurling his finger as he stretched you out.

you let out a soft sigh at his movement, eyes fluttering shut with a soft moan as his finger grazed across a particularly sensitive spot inside you, “there you go princess,” paul murmured, reaching his thumb out to slowly press down on your clit, waiting to see if you were going to tell him to stop before he was rubbing slow, tight circles on the sensitive bud with his finger.

the soft whimper you let out at his movements encouraged him to keep going so he added a second finger to your heat, allowing you a moment to stretch around his fingers before he was gently scissoring them inside you, “such a good job,” he praised, pressing down a bit harder on your clit which had you whining underneath him again.

while he continued curling his fingers inside you and rubbing slow, tight circles against your clit, you started to feel your first orgasm of the night quickly building, “paul-” you whimpered, not able to get much else out to explain yourself as he started to roll your clit between his fingers, leaving you a moaning mess again.

“you gonna cum on my fingers princess?” he asked softly, not pausing his movements as he waited for your response. when you only nodded and let out a soft hum of approval, he chuckled, continuing his actions till he had you teetering right on the edge of an orgasm, “you can cum princess,” he encouraged, his praise and approval sending you right over the edge to your first orgasm of the night.

you didn’t know what was so different about paul but that orgasm had you struggling to come down from your high for the next few minutes. you were too focused on riding out your high to notice, but paul had the most satisfied look on his face at how hard you came, barely able to contain his own orgasm at the sight of you coming undone on his fingers.

“there you go princess,” he murmured, slowly pulling his fingers out of your heat while his other hand ran up and down your side soothingly. by the time you came back to your senses, you found yourself curled into paul’s chest, taking some deep breaths while he murmured soft praises to you, “good stuff?” he asked softly, a teasing tone in his voice that had you rolling your eyes at him, a small smile on your face that gave away you weren’t actually mad at him.

“so now that you know i wasn’t kidding when i said i know what i was doing,” he started, chuckling when you huffed, peeking up at him to see a cocky smile on his face, “are you gonna let me be on top? or are you still insisting i be your human sex doll for the night?” he asked teasingly and you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as you thought about his proposition for a moment.

you never really let any man be on top, always insisting you were in charge so you could at least try and get yourself to cum before they finished. but with paul, it was different. he seemed so much more concerned with your pleasure than any of your previous hookups and that had you questioning everything you’d previously believed about sex.

“you can go on top,” you whispered after a moment, pausing before adding, “but if i don’t like it we have to switch,” you said, raising your eyebrows at him when you finished, waiting to see what his response would be.

paul nodded, “promise,” he reassured, “you let me know if you don’t like it and we’ll switch,” he added, smiling down at you which had you mentally cursing at yourself for all the butterflies in your belly at his words.

he pressed his lips to the crown of your head for a gentle kiss before he was helping you lay back down on the bed, making quick work of settling himself between your thighs, “alright you let me know if anything hurts, okay?” he asked softly as he reached out to grab the bottle of lube again, squirting some more into his hand so he could be absolutely positive the friction wouldn’t be hurting you as he pushed himself inside.

you nodded, “cross my heart,” you murmured, a hint of teasing in your voice that had paul letting out a breathy chuckle as he rubbed the lube onto his cock.

“so am i allowed to cum? or are you gonna be mad at me?” he asked teasingly and you rolled your eyes, huffing at his proposition.

“you can cum, you better clean me up afterward though if you’re doing it inside me,” you explained, letting out a breathy laugh when he smiled down at you, apparently not expecting you to allow him to cum during your rendezvous.

“obviously i’ll clean you up,” he reassured before adding, “do you want it rough? or do you want me to go slower?” he asked as he lined the tip of his cock up with your entrance, looking up at you when he realized you were taking a moment too long to respond to him.

you thought about it for a moment, because you had never let anyone be on top before you didn’t really know what felt good or bad for you. “it’s okay if you don’t know,” he said softly after a moment, offering you a small smile when you anxiously peeked up at him, nodding.

“alright so let’s start slow and if you want me to pick it up then we can go faster, yea?” he asked softly, knowing you’d need to know everything he was about to do to you so you could feel as in control as possible while he got you to try something new with him.

you nodded, “that sounds good,” you whispered, offering him a small smile when he nodded and leaned down to press another soft kiss to your forehead. if someone had told yourself 2 hours prior that the one and only paul lahote would be giving you forehead kisses you would’ve laughed in their face, but alas here you found yourself, absolutely loving every second of it.

“okay i’m gonna push in,” he said softly, waiting for you to nod before he was slowly pushing into your walls, both of you letting out soft moans as he sheathed himself inside you, “such a good girl,” he praised, not stopping until he was completely buried inside you.

he allowed you a few moments to stretch around him, leaning down to press soft, gentle kisses to your collarbone and neck while he waited for you to give him the go-ahead. as you worked at accommodating him, you realized just how grateful you were for his insistence on the lube and fingering beforehand, it would’ve been a nightmare if not for his care.

“you can move,” you whispered, peeking up at him from your spot underneath him, offering him a small smile that he gladly returned, happy to know you were getting more and more comfortable with the idea of him being on top.

“okay you let me know if you don’t like it, okay?” he asked softly, waiting until you nodded before he was pulling his hips back, setting a gentle, slow pace while he thrust himself in and out of your tight walls.

you let out a soft gasp at the first thrust, this new position allowing paul to hit spots inside you that none of your previous partners could have dreamed of hitting, “that’s my good girl,” paul murmured teasingly, loving seeing how quickly he had you dizzy from all the pleasure.

“oh my god-” you whimpered, voice catching as he brought his freehand down to press down on your clit, quickly moving to rub slow, tight circles against the sensitive nub, “go faster,” you added, suddenly desperate to see the man between your thighs let himself go and cum with you.

paul was nothing if not compliant, quickly picking up the pace until he was roughly snapping his hips against yours, both of you now completely overcome with the pleasure that came with your connection, “that’s my girl,” he gritted out when you let out a particularly loud moan, whining as he pinched at your clit before rolling the nub between his fingers, knowing you’d be on the brink of your second orgasm of the night if he kept that up.

sure enough, you felt your second orgasm building as he continued snapping his hips against yours, “paul i’m gonna-” you whimpered, unable to finish your sentence as his cock brushed up against a particularly sensitive spot inside of you, sending your brain into a tizzy as you processed everything you were feeling.

“cum on my cock princess,” paul encouraged, “wanna see you make a mess on my cock,” he gritted out, dangerously close to his own orgasm that had him even more desperate to feel you come undone on him. luckily for him, all you needed to hear was his approval before you were meeting your second orgasm of the night, quickly dropping your head back against the pillows as you fell back into your own world of pleasure and rode out your high.

feeling how tight your walls throbbed around him as you came had paul exploding inside of you shortly after, his thrusts losing rhythm as he coated your velvet walls with his release, not pulling out until he was sure he had emptied every last bit inside of you.

he knew you’d probably blow his head off if he tried anything too sentimental as you came down from your own high, so he was quick to reach over and grab the hand towel he had in his bedside table, “hey princess,” he murmured as you slowly started coming back down from your high, setting the towel down next to you so he could gently run his hand up and down your side as he brought you back down to earth.

“look so pretty when you cum,” he murmured, a teasing tone under his voice that had you letting out a soft giggle as you focused your attention on him, still hazy from the 2 orgasms he had given you.

“you okay if i clean you up?” he asked softly, sitting up so he could sit back on his heels while he waited for your response. once you nodded, he grabbed the hand towel again, gently running it over your thighs to clean the excess lube that had run down there, helping you adjust to the sensation before he was running the towel over your sensitive folds.

“you’re okay,” he reassured when you let out a whine at the overstimulation, moving to close your thighs but paul held them open with his free hand, making quick work of cleaning up the excess semen that had begun dripping out of you.

once he was satisfied with his clean up job, he got out from between your thighs, “do you wanna borrow a shirt?” he asked as he pulled a fresh pair of boxers and sweatpants on.

you thought about it for a moment before shaking your head, “don’t wanna bother you,” you murmured before adding, “i can just get changed when i get home,” you explained as you sat up, looking around for where you had discarded your clothes.

paul shook his head, “you’re not going anywhere princess,” he said as he grabbed your panties, helping you into them before grabbing one of his shirts from his dresser. you watched him incredulously, though you didn’t argue when he tapped your shoulder, prompting you to lift your arms up so he could help you into one of his t-shirts, “if you don’t want to sleep with me that’s fine, i can take the couch. but you’re not going home at 11 at night right after we had sex,” he stated and, although you knew you could easily go home if you wanted to, you didn’t really want to anymore. something in you wanted to stay the night with him and continue learning more about your new feelings for him.

“you can sleep in here with me,” you said softly, looking up at him and offering him a small smile.

he nodded, smiling back as he seemed to be content with you decision, “now what do you want to eat? we can order something if you’re hungry,” he said softly, squatting down in front of you and taking your hands into his while he gave you a moment to think about it.

you gnawed at your lower lip, not sure what to say to him as you tried to process why he was being so nice to you. you were his imprint but you couldn’t wrap your head around why he even liked you. you never gave him any time of day, and if anything were quite rude to him most of the time for fear of getting attached to him. but after tonight all your annoyance towards him seemed to go out the window and get replaced by a newfound adoration for him.

“why don’t we do chinese? you like that fried rice from the place over by emily’s right?” he suggested thoughtfully, offering your hands a soft squeeze when you nodded before getting up to go grab his phone and a water bottle from his dresser.

when he came back over to you, he handed you the water bottle, “drink, yea? you’re gonna get a headache,” he said and you didn’t even bother arguing with him, just smiling to yourself as you took a sip from the bottle while he pulled back the covers.

“c’mere,” he murmured, helping you lay down under the covers before getting in on the other side, sitting down and chuckling when you hesitantly rolled over to face him, “you really are something else,” he teased, letting out a breathy laugh when you rolled your eyes at him.

“you quite literally have a ridiculous amount of my cum in you right now and you’re nervous about cuddling with me?” he asked, chuckling again when you huffed and glared up at him.

“i’m not nervous about cuddling with you,” you grumbled, expressing your disapproval with his teasing by crossing your arms as you continued to glare up at him.

he gave you his all too familiar cocky smirk, “c’mere then,” he teased, opening his arm for you. you sighed dramatically though you were mentally screaming on the inside at the prospect of cuddling with him, slowly moving so you could rest your head in his lap as he curled his arm around you, resting his palm lazily on your hip while he ordered takeout on his phone with his other hand.

you sighed, running your hand up to rest on his thigh, rubbing slow circles against the fabric of his sweatpants, prompting him to do the same thing against your hip, “you wanna watch a movie? the food should be here within the hour,” he suggested, offering your hip a soft squeeze, prompting you to respond to him.

you nodded, “mhm,” you hummed as he grabbed the remote to get netflix on, “can we watch that new movie emily was talking about earlier?” you asked softly, rolling over just enough so you could peek up at him, smiling and rolling back over to face the screen when he nodded.

“c’mere,” he murmured once he got the movie on, tossing the remote to the side before he was laying down next to you and tugging you up to his level so he could spoon you from behind. he ran his hand up your side while allowing you to rest your head against his other bicep, holding you close to him.

“so are you gonna cut that guy off now?” he asked after a moment, a hint of teasing in his voice but you could tell he was being genuine in his question. you hummed, thinking about it for a moment before you were rolling over to face him, running your hands up his bare chest while you thought about your response.

you looked up at him after a moment, taking a deep breath, “i can,” you said softly, contemplating telling him your true feelings for a moment before it finally spilled out of your lips, “but i don’t think i want you to just be a hookup for me,” you whispered, almost afraid he’d reject you right there but paul was quick to soothe your worries with his response.

“i think i can do that,” he murmured, voice almost as hushed as yours as he slid his hand down to your hip, gently squeezing the fatty flesh there while he waited for your next words.

“and i don’t want you going out with anyone else either,” you added, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth after you admission, anxiously awaiting his response.

he offered you a small smile, “i can do that too princess,” he reassured, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, holding you close for a moment before he pulled his lips away, “so no more weird transactional hookups?” he asked teasingly after a moment, chuckling when you rolled your eyes, playfully swatting at his chest before rolling back over so he could spoon you from behind again.

“you’re something else,” he murmured, pulling you close as you two cuddled under the covers, both content now that your feelings were out in the open and validated by each other.

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gothicflowers · 1 year ago

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Softdom!Alex Keller x F!Reader

“Act out” (MDNI)

Warnings: BDSM, Dom/Sub Dynamic, punishments, talks of intercourse, SoftDom!Alex, Sub!F!Reader, honorifics, MDNI, degradation

Alex was the definition of a perfect soft dom. Sweet, caring, loving, respectful and incredibly talented. Everything you ever search for in a partner and a dom. You’re not exactly sure how you managed to get such a perfect man or Dom, but you felt incredibly lucky. And Alex felt that the you deserved the world. Such sweet, beautiful, gentle woman. To come back from work to such a creature always makes his heart swell. Combined you two make the perfect pair. Especially on days like today, when you wanted to act out and needed reprimanded.

“No, you know the rules” Alex lifts you off the scale before you could see the number.

“But-“ you pouted at his actions.

“No buts, you know why” Alex firmly said.

“I just want to know” you whined as he set you down.

“No, I think we need to go over affirmations” his hand lovingly rests on your neck, thumb caressing your cheek. You shrug in response becoming shy.

Alex gives you a soft affirming smile “Let me hear it darling”

“My weight does not define my beauty, I am loved for who I am and my appearance as I am. I do not need to change myself for others”

“Good job baby, now let’s go sit and have breakfast” he kisses your forehead and guides you away with his large hand on the small of your back.

After you both cleaned up after breakfast there wasn’t much to do this lazy Sunday.

“I don’t want to read. I want to watch TikTok’s” you huffed at Alex as he held your phone. Alex shakes his head ignoring your bratty behavior.

Alex looks down at you from his book as you sit at his feet begging “You can have your phone after. You know you have to read for at least thirty minutes before your allowed to play on your phone”

“But I don’t like the book I picked” you huffed again in displeasure of his response.

“You have that other book you can start, but you’re not getting your phone unless you get a call or you read”

You cross your arms and stomp off. Only to come back five minutes later and ask again.

Closing his book he leans over you “You either read, or you get your phone but that’s another strike on the bad girl board” he holds up both the phone and the book. Option one would be to be a good girl and follow the rules, option two would mean your being a bad girl. Both equally tempting.

Your mouth hung open at Alex’s words. You didn’t want to be a bad girl. But you’re feeling more bratty than usual you snatch the phone from his hands sticking your tongue out at him and plop onto your beanbag.

Alex layed on the coach deep in a nap. He looked so peaceful. You know how little of sleep he gets on missions and didn’t want to wake him up just to grind on his thigh. Like a mouse you made your way to yours and Alex’s bedroom. You didn’t want to wake him from his nap by grinding on his thigh and you didn’t have the key to the locked box with your favorite toy in it. Now you’re left trying to find relief.

That’s when you noticed the nice squishy pillow in the middle of the bed. Just what you needed.

In a seconds you where on the bed chasing after your desire. The softness of the pillow against your clothed clit was perfect. Your eyes shut tight as you panted trying to contain your moans and whispers. You were so close until Alex’s voice comes from the doorway.

“What are you doing”

You’ve been caught. And you knew better than to be doing this. It was against the rules.

“N-nothing” your hips shutter to a halt against the pillow. Still desperately wanting to grind down.

“Aww sweetheart did you need me”

You desperately nodded yes and as you look down, hips rolling once more on the pillow. Alex walks slowly over to you taking in the beautiful sight before him. As much as he wanted you to continue, to get to see you come undone he had a better idea.

“Off, now” his normal sweet voice turned dark and quiet.

your words came out like a cry “But- but I need it I-”. His hand comes up to grab your jaw forcing you to look up at him.

“You don’t need it, if you really need it you would have ask. Are you allowed to come without my permission?”

“No sir” your head hung in shame.

“And why is that”

“I am not allowed to give myself orgasms. My pleasure is only for you to give me.” You bite your lip trying to control your labored breathing.

“That’s right. Come here, Kneel” his voice commands as he points at his feet. Getting off the bed you make your way to his feet and gracefully kneel down. Bowing your head in submission.

“You know the rules, and you disobeyed”

“I’m sorry sir”

“I know you are, that’s why I discipline you when you misbehave. So you learn. You’ve been so good the past week. Is there a reason you didn’t behave today?” His hand comes to gently pet your hair. His callous fingers taking in the sensation of your silky hair.

“No sir, I just did the things I did because I wanted to despise the rules”

He leans forward placing his fingers under your chin “Baby I can’t hear you talk with your head down, look at me when you speak” his hand forcing you to look up.

“No sir, I just did the things I did because I wanted to despise the rules” you say just loud enough for him to hear.

“This was your third time today disobeying. And it’s only three in the afternoon. I took a nap only to come find you grinding on the pillow like a little slut. I didn’t want to punish you today but I don’t think you’ve left me much of a choice. I can’t let this behavior continue, do you understand” Alex always had a way of degrading you and making it sound like an Angels whisper.

“Normally I wouldn’t punish you so harshly but I think this is a special occasion.” You nod in agreement “You’re going to wear a plug for one hour. No touching, no grinding. During that hour you will be writing why it’s important for you to follow the rules. Once you’re done writing you’re gonna come sit at my feet until your timer is up. Afterwards you’ll get your spanking. Do you agree to your punishment or is that too much for you today?”

“I agree sir” looking up at him nodding you couldn’t help but feel meek and slightly aroused.

“If you need to use your safeword, use it.”

You nod at his reminder, happy he’s always keeping your safety and comfort in mind.

“Good. Now strip.”

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emomattagenda · 9 months ago

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I saw that you had said that you were neutral on the matt pegging thing, so, I was wondering if we could get a oneshit ir head canons of subby!matt getting pegged fir the first time??

ask and you shall receive!! (sorry i'm like a week late to this though, it got lost in my notifs 😭)

pegging sub!matt headcanons:

- if it's your idea, he's taken completely by surprise (like choking on his drink unable to respond at first) but willing to hear you out

- if it's his idea, he's super hesitant to bring it up, worried you'd think it's weird, but super relieved when you're open to it

- you'd both be very lighthearted about it when preparing for it, like he probably wants to help you pick out the strap (he'd probably jokingly say something like "it's going in MY ass, i get to pick what it is!" followed by both of you laughing)

- you guys browse a toy website together to pick it out and he gets intimidated by some of the options, almost chickening out at first but you eventually find one he seems comfortable with trying

- when the toy arrives and it's finally time, the lightheartedness and giggling is replaced with nerves, you nervous to hurt him, him nervous to actually go through with this

- you wear something special under your clothes, lacey lingerie, a nice matching bra & panties set, just something special & sexy for him since this is a special night out of the norm

- when you get the strap fastened around your waist and he sees you wearing it, he's at a loss for words

- he'd be laying on the bed, red faced and staring at you after you get it on. ("what?" "i just... underestimated how hot you'd look in that...")

- you spend a lot of time getting him comfortable & worked up so he's less nervous

- you give him a lot of praise as well, not using much, if any, degradation tonight

- eventually he's whimpering under you and begging you to fuck him

- JUST IMAGINE HIM WHINING AND BEING LIKE "okay, i think i'm ready, please fuck me..." UGHHH

- as soon as you start and get a rhythm going all his nerves melt away and he turns into a whimpering, shivering mess under you

- he'd be so flustered & overwhelmed (in a good way) that he wouldn't be able to form coherent sentences, just moans and whines and mumbled words

- just imagine telling him how pretty he looks getting fucked by you and how good he's taking it and seeing his reaction

- he catches sight of a mirror in the bedroom and watching you fuck him is what sends him over the edge

- even though it goes well, i don't think it's something he'd want frequently. i think very rare occasions, or maybe it's a one time thing just to try it. i feel like he'd prefer to feel you for real, and he'd prefer a way that gives you pleasure, too

hope you enjoyed these hcs anon! ik this was pretty short, maybe i'll write a one shot at some point in the future.

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late-to-the-party-81 · 6 months ago

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Who we are - Part four

AN: And I’m squealing with the final week of @buckybarnesevents HBS and the last little vignette for this story. Find the previous part of the story here.

All my love and thanks to @metalbvcky for helping with this set of stories.

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Challenges and Bingos: HBS week 13 - Free week - Optional Prompt of “M” - Masturbation.

Summary: They hadn’t planned on having a phone sex when they’d started their call, Bucky sitting criss-cross applesauce on the bed, but as soon as he’d mentioned how much he was missing Steve, his dom had replied “Oh really?” using the voice and Bucky had started to sink. Steve had obviously picked up on that straight away and asked if Bucky wanted to show how much he’d missed him. Ten minutes later and here they were, Steve edging and teasing Bucky from almost three thousand miles away.

Relationship: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 1.4k

CW: Modern A/U, Shrinkyclinks, PWP, D/S relationship, Daddy kink, Dom Steve Rogers, Sub Bucky Barnes, Phone/Video Sex, remote controlled Sex Toys, Masturbation, Edging

“Oh!”

Bucky’s eyes rolled back in his head as he let the pleasure suffuse his body. It was more the surprise that was doing it for him - the surprise that he was feeling this good even though Steve wasn’t in the room. Wasn’t even in the state. Currently his boyfriend was on the other side of the country, three whole time zones away and therefore couldn’t lay a hand on him.

However, what Steve could do was video chat with him and talk to him in his deep sultry voice and get him so riled up with words that Bucky could almost imagine that his boyfriend had somehow teleported back to his side.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Keep those strokes slow and sweet. We don’t want this to be over too soon.”

“Yes. Daddy.” Bucky panted as he tried to focus on doing what he’d been told - slowing his lubed up hand and stroking all the way from root to tip before starting the return journey. His laptop was set up on a chair at the end of the bed, the camera broadcasting to Steve the way he was lying on the bed, upper body partially propped by pillows and his legs splayed and bent at the knees. Which also meant that Steve could clearly see the vibrating plug stretching out Bucky’s hole - a plug that was controlled via an app installed on Steve’s phone.

They hadn’t planned on having a phone sex when they’d started their call, Bucky sitting criss-cross applesauce on the bed, but as soon as he’d mentioned how much he was missing Steve, his dom had replied “Oh really?” using the voice and Bucky had started to sink. Steve had obviously picked up on that straight away and asked if Bucky wanted to show how much he’d missed him. Ten minutes later and here they were, Steve edging and teasing Bucky from almost three thousand miles away.

Bucky let out a mix of a squeak and a moan, as the vibration of the plug intensified. “Da-daddy!”

“Hold it, baby. You can’t come yet. I haven’t got my fill of what you look like yet.”

Which was code for ‘you aren’t looking wrecked enough’, because although Bucky was naked, his hair dishevelled and a sheen of sweat covering his body, he wasn’t yet throwing his head back and forth and his muscles tensing and trembling with the effort of not coming.

“And play with your nipples for me. That’s it. Don’t stop stroking though.” Steve’s voice was so soft - so caring - but also so domineering and Bucky had no choice but to do what he’d asked. With his left hand he pinched and rolled one of his small brown nubs and let out a whimper as the three points of stimulation threatened to overwhelm him. He carried on though, playing with each of his sensitive nipples in turn, while still carefully stroking his cock.

As Steve praised him, his voice smooth as butter, Bucky moaned and twitched atop the coverlet, his toes curling and his muscles clamping down on the plug inside him. He could feel his orgasm building and as it did he wasn’t sure that he’d actually be able to hold it off.

“I’m too close, Daddy,” he cried out. “Please! I can’t…”

Immediately the vibrations lessened, allowing him a modicum of relief, or at least the chance to get himself better under control so he didn’t disappoint his Dom.

“Thank you for telling me, Buck. You’re such a good boy for me, putting on such a sweet show. Can you keep going for me? What’s your colour?”

“Green, Daddy!”

“Then keep going, sweetheart. Let me see how beautiful you are.”

Bucky pulled his lower lip between his teeth and continued to pleasure himself. After a few minutes the vibrations increased again, and then even more a few minutes after that, until once again he had to ask Steve for a reprieve.

By the time that Bucky had managed to stave off his orgasm for the fourth time he was definitely wrecked. Sweat rolled down his body in rivulets and his cock was lubed up with the copious amounts of pre-cum that had escaped from his tip. He wasn’t sure how much more he’d be able to take of this perfect, wonderful torture. The vibrations were once again at their lowest, but he could feel his prostate throbbing inside him, swollen from the stimulation and the need to come. Added to the mix was the way his head felt as though his brain had been replaced with cotton wool - his thoughts all foggy as he tried hard to listen to all the instructions given to him. However, Steve’s next words broke through the miasma like a shaft of sunlight after the rain.

“You’ve done so well for me, Buck, so this next time is it. You can come for me when you get there, alright?”

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou,” he garbled, his mind now cleared enough that he could focus on the fact that the ultimate pleasure was now within reach.

“You’ve still got to work for it, baby. I’m gonna turn the plug back up two more times. You think you can manage that?”

“I c-can, Daddy. I know I can.”

“Okay, sweet thing. Here we go again.”

The upping of vibrations seemed different to Bucky this time, probably caused by a combination of exhilaration and desperation. His body felt like a live wire, burning with need and want, and when Steve raised the level again, his toes curled and his back arched.

“D-daddy! Oh! OH!”

“Yes, let go for me. Let it all go.”

Bucky came.

And came.

His vision went spotty and his head spun as he dragged in breath after breath and his cock spurted out rope after rope of cum. “Daddydaddydaddy.” He couldn’t even begin to describe how he was feeling - there weren’t words for it. Eventually though, the waves of pleasure subsided and the world rushed back in. He was glad that at some point Steve had turned the vibrations off. And speaking of Steve, Bucky turned his attention to his laptop and his boyfriend’s voice.

“Oh, sweetheart. Fuck! Can’t wait to get home and do that in person.”

Bucky couldn’t draw his eyes away from the image of Steve on the screen - naked and flushed - but on top of that, he could hear the salacious sounds of Steve stripping his cock and the hitch in his breath as he neared his own peak.

“Wish I could taste you, Daddy,” Bucky murmured, his body still feeling entirely boneless.

“You will,” Steve panted. “Shit! I’m coming, baby. I’m coming.” A long drawn out moan sounded through the speakers and Bucky smiled as he imagined being by Steve’s side, kissing him and touching him. Another shiver of pleasure at the thought shook his body.

“Still miss you, Daddy,” Bucky said after a moment's silence.

“I miss you too, baby,” Steve replied. “Are you alright to go get yourself quickly cleaned up yet?”

Bucky screwed his face up as he realised how much cum covered his right hand and his abdomen and he reached out for the box of tissues on the nightstand. “Yeah, as long as my legs hold, I'm definitely up for a date with a wash-cloth.” Steve chuckled and Bucky couldn’t hold back his smile as he did a cursory wipe to get the worst of it off.

“Well you do you and I’ll do me…”

“Didn’t we just do that?” Bucky couldn’t help but interject with a giggle.

Steve laughed again but carried on. “And then you can move your computer back next to you and we can chat until it’s time for you to go to sleep. We got distracted before I got the chance to tell you about how the campaign here in LA is actually going.”

“It was a good distraction, though,” Bucky said with a cheeky grin.

“The best,” Steve agreed, “But go wash up, because I now have a hankering to see you all cosied up and sleepy.”

“Only three more days until you get it again in person.”

“I can’t wait.”

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bits-and-babs · 2 years ago

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𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐂𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 — 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 ‘𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐘’ 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐒

↳ summary: a quiet day off work calls for something sweet. Jack treats you to some pancakes and naughty chaos ensues.

↳ pairing: jack 'whiskey' daniels x f!reader

↳ [2k words] content: 18+ MDNI, food, cooking, soft!dom x sub dynamics, spanking, oral (f receiving). This is a @beskarbabs remaster -- original post date 2021.

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Given your tireless work schedules, it's uncommon for you and Jack to have mornings together. Spending those scarce daybreak hours in the kitchen was exceptional. For you to walk through the doorway in just your underwear and one of his oversized shirts to find Agent Whiskey taking breakfast into his own hands? Unheard of.

Jack had pursued you for quite some time. Flowers, chocolates, and gifts had all failed to win you over in his mission to make you his girlfriend. He'd tried everything from enlisting the help of Tequila to exaggerate all the reasons he'd be a good partner. He even begged Ginger Ale to put in a good word. Regardless, after months of attempts, he had resigned to accepting that you simply didn't see him that way.

That was until he invited you to breakfast after a particularly arduous mission that had left you with minor injuries and a foul mood. On that morning, the golden glow of the sunbeams leaking in from the window above the counter lit up the kitchen as the smell of batter warmed you up from the inside. You could remember it so clearly, Jack's hat cast to the side on the table you sat at as he flipped the pancakes diligently in the pan without dropping or creasing one.

The fluffiness, the sweetness that bordered on sickly yet still managed to be just perfect, was enough for you to reconsider your stance on your relationship with the mildly mulish man. The lemon juice and sugar sprinkled on top just for you gave you no option but to pay your compliments to the chef with a kiss.

It was Jack's favourite story. He told literally anyone who would listen.

It goes without saying, now that Jack had seduced you with his southern charm and humour consisting of mostly (if not all) dad jokes, that any morning the two of you managed to spend together, he would pull out the eggs, milk, flour and sugar. This morning appears to be no different.

"Are you making pancakes?" You ask softly, cheekbone pressed between his shoulder blades as you hold him from behind. You hear him chuckle softly, turning his face over his shoulder. You know what he's asking for and oblige, pressing a chaste kiss to his bronzed skin.

"Sure am, Sugar." He returns to his work, a smile hidden under that well-kept moustache. He takes up the batter bowl and expertly uses the spatula in hand to pour out the mixture into the frying pan without spilling even a dribble. He lays the spatula down into the bowl, handle propped up against the rim as he focuses on cooking the batter so it's perfectly golden and crispy.

The warm, homey smell of frying batter swirling from the stove makes your mouth water and your stomach growl, begging for something substantial. Finally, you decide you don't want to wait for Jack to use the mixture up, so use your index finger to scoop up some of the dough and smear it across your tongue.

Big mistake.

You see Jack's broad shoulders stop moving as he pauses his work. He leisurely lays down the pan on the heat mat lying on the counter before turning to you with a fixed and piercing gaze. He arches a thick eyebrow accusatorially.

"Did you just steal some?" His voice is deep, slipping further into his accent from the low volume. You look up into his eyes, your own wide with confusion at the abrupt change in atmosphere.

"... Yes," you admit. It comes out in a whisper, aware by now that Whiskey was planning something if the smirk tugging at the edge of his lip was anything to go by. He takes up the handle of the spatula from the bowl, slowly raising it and allowing the loose mixture to fall back into the bowl. He keeps his eyes on you.

"Clean it," he murmurs, lifting the head of the utensil to your mouth. It takes a second for his order to process in your brain. By then, he's already pressing the flat side to your lips. You stare up at him, bewildered, as you trail your tongue across the plastic. You can taste the sweetness that coats your tastebuds, but note the bitterness of raw flour.

Jack's eyes follow your ministrations, seemingly unaffected by your actions. He's the most unreadable you'd ever seen, his emotions usually worn on the rim of his cowboy hat rather than his sleeve, dangling between your eyes so it was impossible to miss. Right now, however, his face is blank.

The batter gathers on your tongue until you've cleared one side, and Jack twists the handle and exposes the other side to you. You also get to work on that one, humming softly at the addictively sweet taste.

Held at this angle, the mix begins to collect on the curve of the head. It drips onto your chin and dribbles down, catching your lover's attention. However, it isn't until it falls from your chin and onto the top of your breast that you notice his eye twitch, evidence that he was affected by the scene.

Jack pulls the plastic tool from you, inspecting it for leftovers. When he finds it clean, he looks back to you. He's rock-hard in his jeans. You had learnt that Jack's tight denim did very little to hide his excitement over the many times he'd had to restrain himself during missions. It certainly wasn't hard to miss.

"Hands on the table, hips out," he orders again. You blink up at him, a weak laugh escaping your throat.

"What are you gonna do, Jack? Arrest me?" You manage to force out, heart thudding wildly in your chest. He's looking at you like he could eat you.

"You gonna do as I say?" He questions, tone demanding. You do. You turn your back to him, bending at the waist and placing your palms on the dining table. You sense him come up behind you, kicking your feet apart as though he's about to search you while he sets the bowl of batter down beside your wrist.

"Last time I checked, you were a Statesman, not a police offic-" You yelp out as the sharp sound slap that practically reverberates around the room, the sharp sting burning its way into the flesh of your exposed ass cheeks underneath the hem of the shirt you had borrowed for the morning.

The blossoming sensation of prickling skin where the object had connected had you whipping your head around to glare at Jack, whose smirk informs you he had rather enjoyed your reaction. It's then that he wiggles the spatula in his hand, alerting you to the fact he had just spanked you with it.

"Jack!" You hiss, hand moving to rub at the irritated area, "What was that for?" He swats your hand away, taking the hem of his shirt you were wearing and hiking it up over your hips so your ass is entirely exposed to him.

"Punishment for stealing," he says simply, voice low and raspy. You roll your eyes, about to argue, when he lands the utensil on your thighs just underneath the crease of your ass. It sparks a harsh sting settling deep between your legs as you cry out in shock.

There's a silence that follows in the room, but inside your ears, you can hear the pounding of your blood rushing through your body, your heart thrumming so hard it makes your chest hurt. Jack was adventurous, sure, but this was new. Deep down, you know he had started this as a joke, but if the tent you had seen in his tight jeans was anything to go by, he was enjoying this... But, of course, he isn't the only one...

And it looks like Jack noticed.

He barely skips a beat, almost like this is what he had planned all along.

"You're gonna count them out for me, Sugar." He commands, palm settling on your lower back while he waits for your consent. His body language in your peripheral has changed, suddenly very serious and driven by arousal. You nod with a shaky breath, confirming.

"I wanna hear you say it, Darlin'." Even now, he still takes so much care of you.

"I'll count them out," you repeat you him, and you swear you hear him whisper 'good girl' behind you. The bite of the first two blows starts to ebb away, aided by the gentle stroke over the curve of your ass with the back of his fingers as he takes in the view of your pink cheeks.

He gives you no further warning than removing his hand. You hear the THWACK of the pancake turner first, but the hot, prickling pain follows the sound quickly, blooming across your cheeks. You let out a soft whine, releasing the sound in an attempt to ease the tension in your muscles.

"One," you squeak out, the power-play making you light-headed as your pussy flutters around nothing. Jack is totally silent, not allowing you to see his response to your reaction.

Another quick snap of his wrist and the sharp smack of the handle hits once again just under your ass. It hurts so good, a loud moan escaping your lips as you brace yourself against the tenderness. So caught up in breathing through the pinch, you forget to count out quickly enough.

"T-Two!" You try to correct yourself, but Jack has already noticed your 'defiance'. He tuts softly, shaking his head.

"You'll have to do better than that, Sugar. I'll let this one slide-" he grips your sore asscheeks gently, enough for goosebumps to rise across your skin at the deep throbbing between your legs, "But we'll start from zero if it happens again." You nod quickly, confirming that you've heard him.

He's gracious, soothing the pain he had inflicted for just a moment before striking you again, with the rubber head this time.

"Ffu- Three," you moan, the pulses of pain thrumming straight to your core. You can feel that you're soaking your panties through, dripping from the mixture of anticipation and smarting skin.

"Two more," Jack informs you, watching the way you rub your thighs together in search of some kind of friction for your stiff and aching clit. It's no use, you both know that, so you resign to whinging softly, acknowledging the last two blows.

He spanks you again.

"Fffour!" You struggle; the heat in your asscheeks and between your thighs is almost unbearable. You can practically feel the welts rising on your skin, the buzzing energy there creating perfect ghost-touches of the utensil.

The last blow strikes you so hard that you hear it ringing in your ears. It cracks like lightning up your spine, settling deep in your cunt as you wail on the final number.

"Fiiiveee~" Sobs escape you, tears collecting in the corners of your eyes at the relief and the intense need to be touched, to ride out an orgasm that had built up so much it felt like your legs were going to fall out from underneath you. You're shaking at the knees, relying heavily on the support of the table to keep you upright.

"Such a good girl, Sugar. You did so good," he murmurs, smoothing your skin with a light touch as he moves to his knees behind you. He kisses behind your trembling knees, your left first, and then your right. He trails the tip of his nose up the back of your right thigh, noting the whines of desperation that escape you.

"Mhmm. These," he whispers, pressing gentle and loving kisses to the swell of your stinging asscheeks, "These are my favourite cakes," he subtly teases you, and you laugh out weakly at his playful, cheeky side returning. Though, the laughter doesn't last long as he moves his mouth between your legs to trace his tongue over your still-clothed cunt.

"But nothing beats the taste of this..." he groans out, the sweet tang of your arousal painting his tongue. He holds your hip in one hand, thumbs tracing gentle patterns on your hipbone while he uses the other to tug your panties to the side.

"If you haven't learnt your lesson about stealing, I can think of another way to punish you," he rasps, nose nudging at your clit.

Needless to say, you dipped your fingers into the batter bowl once more.

Maybe twice.

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brandwhorestarscream · 8 days ago

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Combining these 2 a bit for the Damsel in Disguise cybermorph tf1 au meant to be read after the other ask i already sent

- I had never considered monsterfucker Sentinel. Usually that honor goes to Orion, but! I'm listening... he wasn't terribly interested in either of them when they were cogless, it was a manipulation strategy snd nothing more, but he wants to get into Dee's monster xenovalve? Bet. Poor Dee is not receptive but Sentinel doesn't understand the word 'no' >:3

- Sentinel fancies himself a king? When you day that, do you mean King, capital K, as in the caste of morph? Or just a king in the sense that he's the one fertilizing the little queen? Im down for either interpretation from his bastard, I just wanns know which way he's going

So Sentinel took baby morphling D because he recognises that he's a princess from the knowledge about cybermorphs that the Quintessons gave him, he knows that this thing can give him a loyal army, he's just killed the primes, still high on the rush of it, and already planning how he'll get rid of the Quintessons next

I don't think he would be interested in becoming a morph King (ew icky organics) but he does want the position of 1 to be the commander of a loyal legion, which is why he plants Dee amongst the miners, they're a cast with limited options & movement, spoonfed a constant drip of propaganda, they're basically a psudo hive for Dee to latch onto & want to protect

Drawing on the Sentinel's sparkling au a bit again (part 5 hwen 🥺?) after the race Sentinel sees first-hand how enamored Dee has become with him & invites them to his quarters, he wants to compare the 2 coggless' valves & the knowledge that he's got this monster hanging off his every word is giving him the same powerrush he had when he took Megatronus's head off & took his cog

Speaking of Megatronus's cog the scientists noticed that little morphling Dee responded to it's presence even when he was comatose, they summised that the cog's unique frequency must have reminded Dee of the safety of being inside his incubator causing him to relax & form an attachment to the bot carrying it, reaching out with his EM field because it's the closest he can get to a hivemind connection

Sentinel knows that the sexual activity will probably cause Dee to start laying(it doesn't occur to him that Dee would need a cog to actually lay), which is why he has him & that trouble maker he's attached himself to thrown into sub level 50, organics like warm dank places right? It'll be a great place for Dee to traumatise himself by killing his bestie via eggies so Sentinel can swoop in in the aftermath & make him really dependent, the other coggless in the trash room is just a bonus host, don't want the first batch being too big but the scientists will want one second generation morphling to play with at least

While they're making their way across Cybertron's surface Dee isn't just dealing with cramps from his growing passengers but the new instincts they're awakening, he's having trouble keeping his share of the energon ration down & getting impulses to shove this weird nature stuff Orion keeps pointing out into his tanks instead, maybe he wakes up in the night delirious & hunts some poor mechanimal devouring the whole thing before returning to camp wondering what the fuck is wrong with himself

Anyway skip forward to Dee, after he wakes up in the cave alone, he's not had Sentinel betrayal explained to him, he doesn't know what he is, the last thing he remembers is the terror in Alpha Trion's optics and him grabbing Orion to get away.

He feels drawn to Megatronus's corpse again curling up against the busted chest plate, he really wants to crawl inside so he does to the best of his ability & lays his last egg away from the main clutch ( only the best nest for steve-2 )

That's about when the golden guard turn up lead by airachnid, there's a bit of a struggle when one of them tries to move one of Dee's eggs and he attacks them causing the eggs to hatch & borrow into the wounds Dee has made on them, once the morphlings are safely inside incubators he calms down enough for Airachnid to tranquilize him

He wakes up restrained in a lab in Iacon & Sentinel spins him some tale, maybe about Megatronus being the fallen one who betrayed the other primes because Dee being hosted in his body drove him to it, that's why he's so obsessed with Megatronus Prime because he killed him, but Sentinel knows it wasn't his fault, he was made to be a monster, it's the Quintessons' & they want him back to use him to finish the job and kill the rest of the cybertronians

That's why Sentinel had to hide him amongst the coggless, really he's been looking out for Dee out of the kindness of his spark shouldn't Dee repay that by giving him an army? So just lay back, relax, and Stop Fighting Him.

Dee cant help but be disturbed by how being around Sentinel makes him relaxed, it's something he noticed the first time they fragged when he was still coggless, pressing his helm up against Sentinel's chest plating to listen to the whirr of his T-Cog, so as soonbas they're not in close proximity his hackles are raising again, something isn't right

When he's not restrained down to a lab table or breeding bench or too drugged to stand, he's pacing because his instincts are fixated on the egg he left behind but he won't tell Sentinel that's what's upsetting him, no, instead he tells Sentinel about Orion & Bee & Elita, he should be worrying about them they're his friends it's just, it doesn't seem as important as the egg & he hates himself for it

But "they're probably okay they had Alpha Trion with them afterall", he doesn't notice Sentinel stop caressing his helm after he murmurs that tidbit of information while drugged out half asleep & muzzled laying across the false Prime's lap nor does he notice Sentinel comm Airachnid

He doesn't even know he just sabotaged his own rescue party

I think believing he's responsible for the death of the primes would really fuck with Dee's head that means every miners life being the way it is is his fault in his mind, & Sentinel loves to remind him of that especially while he's deep in Dee's valve

Sentinel probably claims he sent out a search party for Dee's friends & Alpha Trion only to find other cybermorphs had already torn them to shreds, the only thing you have left of your friend is that little Megatronus decal

They have some dispute (maybe about how Dee can feel his newborn morphlings in Sentinel's labs via their budding hivemind), Dee is a little too rebellious for Sentinel's tastes so he says something along the lines of Dee forgetting the deaths he's caused so soon & how they cant have that & that's when he carves Megatronus's visage into Dee's chest directly where they both know he punched his way through Megatronus chassis

Poor, poor Dee... the whole situation is just an endless parade of misery 😞 he's slowly losing his mind as Sentinel's prisoner, and I wouldn't be surprised if one of his wombs (queens have 3 in total) started filling up with drone eggs in response to his stress.

The cybertronians know next to nothing about morphs, so when he gives birth to a clutch of eggs that are only about half the size of the ones prior, they don't know what's going on. The scientists confiscate them, and 🤭 as I'm sure you can imagine, the facehuggers spring shortly after. Whether on the research team or some poor frack they've dragged in to be test subjects, it's only minutes after their birth that the eggs unfurl and release the first stage.

Dee can hear them. He can feel them. They feel so much different from his morphlings. Where the little ones are helpless and afraid, confused and lost without him, the drones are not. They grow insanely quickly, molting out of their first larval stage in less than a megacycle in response to their queen's distress, and within a matter of hours they stand at full height.

Dee hears them, pacing about in their cages. There's 9 of them in total, 3 to an enclosure, peering out of the blasterproof glass and watching the scientists intently. Their presences all weave together to make the first true, proper hivemind D-16 has ever entered, and it's the only truly comforting thing he's had since becoming Sentinel's prisoner.

What should we do, Mother?

Where are you, Mother?

Mother, we'll free you!

Dee puts every ounce of his willpower into keeping a poker face. Sentinel doesn't know about the hivemind. This is the only advantage they have, and he cannot squander it. They'll only have one chance wo they have to do this right.

One of the cybermorphs finest forms of self-defense is their acidic energon blood, able to melt through even cybertronian steel quickly and efficiently. That is their escape route, that will be their salvation.

Idk if you've watched AvP or Resurrection, but something along the breakouts of those movies. In the middle of the sleep cycle, when the monitoring of the morphs is done mostly by cameras and motion sensors, that's when they strike.

They have Dee restrained to sleep, as I'm sure you can imagine, but his good behavior means they no longer strap him down. No, instead, his servos are clapped in stasis cuffs behind his back, but that's no issue.

His pharyngeal jaw darts out with all the force he can bite, tearing into his own shoulders. Ripping off armor and chunks of mesh, and even though it aches and throbs he keeps going, not stopping til both sides have wounds about the size of a credit chip. Then, he rolls his shoulders back, feeling the wetness of blood welling up and dribbling down. It steams abd hisses when it drips onto the berth, and more importantly, onto the stasis cuffs binding him.

In the lab's holding cells, his drones are doing the same, though instead of just turning on the littlest amongst them and tearing them apart in sacrifice, they follow their mother's lead, nipping each other's non-vital areas to get sickly green-gray blood flowing. The first drop eats straight through the floor of their cell, and with a generous downpour, they escape in less than 100 seconds. Meanwhile, Dee's cuffs crumble and break off of him: he slicks his servos with his own blood and slams his palms against the wall, pushing snd forcing the acid to eat through. When his hands reach open air and he knows he's hit the other side, he pulls his arms out and then takes a few steps back. It takes a few tries, but he's able to ram his sore, aching shoulder against the hole in the wall and break through.

Alarms are blaring by now, but it's too late to do anything: the morphs have broken containment 😌

#cybermorph au #d-16

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running-with-kn1ves · 2 years ago

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Maybe I can ask you nsfw alphabet for modern Alcina?)

A/N: I've had an idea for a longer modern! Alcina fic w/ an exotic dancer reader and am hoping to have the time to do it !! So unfortunately I focused only on letters A, E, I, O and U.

Modern! Alcina Dimitrescu NSFW alphabet

CW: NSFW, gender neutral reader power imbalance, oral, sub/dom complex, modern! Alcina dimitrescu

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Alcinas domineering, attentive nature doesn’t just extend to when she's pleasuring you in, or outside of the office. She’s very keen on aftercare-- in order to keep you well preserved and in good health, she prioritizes keeping your mental and physical state decent, especially if she’s been particularly sadistic. After you both catch your breath from an evening of intense action, she'll push your face in between her plush breasts, enveloping you in her arms. Her fingers come up to brush your hair, nails slightly tickling your scalp as her hands go down to rub your back. She'll whisper sweet nothings about how good of a pet you are, her chest slowly rising and falling with each slowing breath. If you were to have been punished, She’ll rub away the stinging pain of the crescent marks her nails left on your skin, along with the numbing spots on your bottom. She expects you to hold her in return, pushing your knee in between her legs and wrapping your arms around her side. Her aftercare is the embodiment of warmth, her body being a plush pillow she forces you against, scolding you if she still feels you haven’t learned your lesson.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

The woman has a list of lovers that attest to her experience; she’s had flings and fiance's over the years that show how giving she can be, but not without a price. If you're inexperienced, she can't help but give a sly grin, promising that she’ll be a doting teacher. However giving her such an advantage will always backfire one way or another for you, as she can’t help but tease -- it's just too easy for her, she can’t help it. If you know your way around however, she’d enjoy testing you and seeing how much you can handle, interested in pushing you to your limits. She’ll hold you to high expectations however, so its best not to gloat too much. She’d lay back, resting her hand under her chin and opening her legs with a quirked eyebrow. Since you know so much, she’s intrigued to see how well you can manage to satisfy her.

I = Intimacy, how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect

A complete romantic, though she'll never admit it. From rose petals on the bed to praising you with her passionate tongue, she loves a good romantic evening. She enjoys the candlelight dinners with you, drinking sweet wine with your sweeter lips to devour, but the dessert that comes afterward is even more rewarding. Though, these kinds of events are rare if you dare to push her buttons, expending beyond the rules she sets in place. Dare to try and leave without her permission? to deny or disobey her? She won't hesitate to strip away the softness of silk sheets and the warmth of her lips, only to leave you with the cold of her fingertips and the bite of her teeth. The intimacy is what really brings out her gentle dom side, the raspy whispers of how she wants to see you cum, how delicious you feel, how good you’re being.

O = Oral, preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.

Oral can be a high reward, and an agonizing punishment. It starts out quite pleasant for the first few orgasms Alcina pulls out of you, but that bliss easily shreds into overstimulated terror, where escape isn't an option. You cannot get this woman away from using her mouth to satisfy you into oblivion. It can be pure ecstacy, with her hands around your hips, wet kisses up your thighs as she keeps her eyes glued on your face. To say shes a pro doesn’t do her mouth justice. By the time you think she’d tire out, she’s got her mouth pressed up against you for another round, lifting your hips from the bed to get even deeper. Alcina quite likes her own fair share of receiving oral as well, faceriding being her go-to. It's a complete turn on to watch her darling writhe beneath her, arms wrapped around her thighs as their desperate tongue clings to her. To hear the sound of skin on skin, saccharine lips attached onto her clit like it's your lifeline.

U = Unfair, how much they like to tease

Alcina has definitely got a side of flirtation that shows when its deserving, especially if she finds you utterly embarrassed or needy. It's so adorable to see you hide your face in shame when you react to her touch, how you beg her to stop teasing you. If you reveal how desperate you are, how you ache for her whether it's from the haze of alcohol or unresolved libido, she'll let out a light chuckle and slip her hands down to your hips like honey. Slowly as she inches to your crotch, but she barely gives enough to satisfy. Alcina loves to edge with every light touch of her fingertips and the way she slowly unbuttons her shirt. Denying you of your orgasm each agonizing time, she'll reduce you to a shivering, begging fool, like putty in her hands-- and she can't help but get off on it.

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icravebooks · 2 years ago

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City of love

Taehyung x reader

Ot7 x reader

Genre: ot7 x reader, taehyung x reader, a bit of fluff and crack relationship establishing, smut smut smut, it's basically porn on words.

Summary: taehyung seems to love getting under the boys skin, when a sudden idea pops in his mind, you have no other option than to submit to those puppy eyes.

Warning: smut??, Like really horny stuff, there's some play with camera( I won't tell you the actual use of it), dom taehyung, sub reader, kind of manipulation, a bit insecurities but taehyung's cuddles are always on the rescue, lot's of bickering and playing around, praising kink, dirty talking and taehyung has a smart mouth.

Sidenote: this was more like a random thought, I was not sure what exactly to expect but hey here are we go.

Word count: 3.6k

Masterlist

Paris was named the city of love for some reason and it would have been a waste to travel to such a city without your loved one, that was what taehyung had said to convince you into coming along with him to Paris, where he had some work to be done.

You would have said no, knowing just how much the guys would bicker if you decided to go but then taehyung had gave you those lethal weapons of his also known as his puppy eyes which could even rival yeotan and you were left no option but to say yes and yes it had really lead to the guys bickering a lot saying that how this wasn't fair and they weren't going to be able to survive even a day without you and honestly you knew that was kinda true because once you had decided to go on a trip with your friend, not even a day of you gone and the guys had all booked an early flight to where you were.

Inshort the guys were extremely petty when it came to something that had to do with you but that also was a proof of just how much they loved you hence you using your ultimate puppy eyes to make them let you go with taehyung, which happened only after you having to spend a whole week with almost three makeout everyday, the guys were wild when it came to sex so that was expected.

And the moment you landed in Paris the immediate calls and the guys whinning about how much they missed you was also common, it wasn't helping that taehyung had made it his personal mission to send them pictures of you from moments he knew they would be jealous they weren't there to see with you.

"If you keep that up tae, I doubted they would miss the next flight here." You warned taehyung who was currently laying on your lap pouting at you while he sent snap to the guys and you could hear the constant dinging of your phone placed on the night stand, a sigh escaped you knowing how haywire the guys might be going right now.

"Come on honeybuns, it's fun to see them be that way at times." Taehyung tried to manipulate you too, his hands coming to give your shoulder a quick squeeze while he tucked a strand of your stray hair behind your ear, "you know how they are tae. I don't want you guys having any unnecessary fight." You tried to reason with him, fearing the fact that you could break them apart but you knew that was something the boys knew you feared that was the reason why namjoon had to come up with a whole aggreement of how this things between you all was going to work out.

Taehyung knew it, he knew it well that you feared this, he saw how your eyes fell everytime they started to get a little more than aggressive fighting over something concerning you and it made him feel sad too but he knew it in his heart that you were the thing that was holding them together, you had made them come close to each other on a level they never had even as friends, now no matter which part they went, there was a point where they all would always be connected and it was you.

Seeing you worry was one of the thing taehyung hated the most so he did what he was best at, he moved forward engulfing you in a hug. "Don't worry honeybuns, I promise nothing will happen." He tried to assure you and you were more than sure that he meant his words so you didn't had much to worry about, you knew that they were not going to break apart anyday soon and that was the only thing that kept you going, so you let the tension go and hugged taehyung back snuggling your face closer against his bare chest, the warmth rolling of him in waves comforting you even further.

You both stayed that way for a while you both reluctantly pulled away, a smile present on your face on seeing th body grin of taehyung's, he stole a quick kiss from your lips making you fall back on your pillow in the process of it erupting a giggle from you.

Your eyes fixed on taehyung who giggled along side you before he loomed on top of you, "I love you." Taehyung punctuated his each word with a bump of your nose and a stolen kiss making your stomach flip with butterfly making home in there, you pushed him away slightly laughing when his finger brushed against your abdomen, "tae! Stop!" You exclaimed between laughter trying to get him to let your abdomen go, suddenly taehyung stopped like too abruptly and your eyes shoot up to his in confusion, trying to make sense of what happened to him all of a sudden for him to act the way he did. Your found his gaze fixed on a exact spot, so you followed his gaze to find that he was looking at the lamb that was situated on your nightstand, your brows furrowed in confusion as you turned back to taehyung to question him.

"...What are you doing?" You had to change your question when taehyung suddenly shoot forward and started to place his phone leaning against the lamp on your bedside, you watched silently to try find an answer as taehyung set his camera up setting the angle correctly, "are you planning to take pictures?" You questioned him trying to make sense of his behaviour but what you got in response was the usual mischievous grin that had you entirely stiffening, that grin was not safe and you had learnt it through years of experience.

"Taehyung..." Your started in a warning tone when he finally clapped looking satisfied with the setting before his eyes turned to you, "you are gonna be a sweetheart, aren't you?" There were Moments when taehyung felt like the safest person to be around but there were also moments when he made your mouth turn dry, your body shudder, you arms lit up with goosebumps and this was one of those moments, if you feared something the most it was taehyung's duality, it wasn't that taehyung harmed you, you knew he would never do that but there were Moments when his domination had made you feel so small that you had no other option other than to obey.

"Tae I swear if you are planning something stupid again..i am gon.m" he didn't let you finish your threat, his lips coming back on yours to silence yours, "relax love i am not gonna eat you..well if that's what you don't want me to do." Taehyung's voice changed from the regular chirpy child you knew to the slurty tone that you knew from only one place, bedroom. Yup the only place where he would use that tone on you.

And it didn't take a genius to understand what he was planning, "now I am not gonna help you with anything that you are going to use to mess up with the guys." You warned pushing taehyung away to make some distance between you both, his closeness made you dizzy, it was hard to see him so up close and say no to that sexy face but you had to.

Taehyung's best weapon was a pout and when in other mood or rather when in v mode his best weapon was that killer gaze and sexy smile, it unerved you. "You don't have to do anything babygirl just lay back and be a good pillow princess, i will take care of the rest." Taehyung assured you, coming in closer to you and again trying to seduce you with that intoxicating aura of his, you had fallen victim to this act of his a lot of times before so you knew this was all just a trick.

"I said no tae." You glared back at him trying to keep your stand as firm as you could with the man infront of you looking like a total Greek god, and as well as you knew him, taehyung knew you too, so he knew what it took to get you to forget even basic things.his hands had there way of making you lose your mind and how naive it was of you that you didn't pay attention to them when he sneaked his way up to your thighs and inside his shirt which you were wearing.

"I wonder honeybuns if it's really that you don't want me or is it just that you love to play hard to get." Taehyung's voice stopped only for yours to ignite the room when taehyung fingers played around your inner thigh, closing in on your entrance and when he found you distracted by his words he went in for his real target, you wet core, yup and the moment taehyung found out just how wet you were, a twisted grin appeared on his lips. "Perhaps it's the later one just look how wet you are for me." Taehyung drawled pulling out his fingers and showing it to you before his eyes turned towards the camera, you watched with laboured breathe and clenched teeth as he put his wet fingers in his mouth sucking on it with an appreciative hum.

You could feel your face heat up with embarrassment, he was literally making a porn video and you were what? his muse?, You wanted to choke hum and at the same time wanted him to ravage you. It was frustrating that you wanted him to actually do it and you weren't going to lie to yourself atleast the fact that you knew this was going to the other guys and you could already think of their reaction it made your toes curl.

"So babygirl are you ready?" Taehyung's question drew you out from your train of thoughts, you narrowed your eyes at him ready to fight him that was until his large hand got splayed on your thigh again, your mouth clamped shut knowing what would happen the moment a word leaves your mouth, "you are an asshole." You hissed at him trying to act angry when taehyung laughed closing in on you, his hands came on either side of you as started to lean away from him. "Your asshole baby." He whispered against your lips, his lips bumping against yours while his fingers slowly undid your shirt buttons, he took his sweet time and you knew why, because this was going to be more of a torture for the guys than it is for him.

"I didn't agree on this. I hope I don't get caught in this cross fire of you guys." You said the words intentionally so that the guys would know that it wasn't your plan, because lord help you if they did think you had something in this, woah the punishment would be surely not something you would personally wanna sign up for, afterall why would you want to be tied up to one of their beds while they all edged you but never let you get your release no matter how bad you begged, they never did let you do that. It had only happened once and you never want that ever again.

"Ofcourse baby." Taehyung's sing song voice against your ear was making you go crazy the way he kept humming a familiar tune as he placed kissed on the shell of your ear then bit on the earlobe followed by him tugging it to hear you mewl as your hands fisted in his hairs. "Fuck taehyung." You moaned when taehyung's lips connected to the skin where your neck joined your jaw, taehyung hummed approvingly unintentionally sending vibrations straight to your core making you stifle out a moan.

"That's it baby, be loud for me." Taehyung's encouragement were paired by his hand traveling down and giving your breast a quick squeeze meanwhile he nudged your legs apart using his knee, a moan escaped you when he pinched your nipple using his thumb and index finger. "Such a good girl." He praised nuzzling his nose against your throat while his hand moved down in between your thighs, a finger of his coming to circle around the lips of your core, your back arched when taehyung's mouth closed around your right breast.

Your mouth falling agape in a silent scream, meanwhile his fingers rubbed circle on your clit, "taehyung please." You whined knowing exactly well that he was torturing you intentionally, you need his fingers inside you not on your wall but he was playing around, your pleading only got you a tug of your nipple in between his teeth that made you gasp while your hand tangled in his hair pulling on it to keep your from gravitating. "Please what love?" You could hear the mocking in his tone, his movement on your clit only becoming even more tortures as he went in to busy his mouth with your other breast.

Tears of frustration were starting to prick at the corner of your eyes while you tried to piece your thoughts together and make out a proper sentence, "i need you inside me tae please." You whimpered when your words ended only for taehyung's finger to finally sink in deep inside you making you elicit a moan, your entire body arching at the filling. His thrusts were slow and deliberate like he was trying to just keep you on the edge but not give you what you want.

Taehyung's fingers kept up there work meanwhile his thumb rubbed circle on your clit, you could feel the tension building, the knot forming and just when you clenched on his fingers taehyung pulled away all too sudden making you cry out in frustration, "you didn't ask for permission babygirl, that's not very good girl like." The words did nothing other than making you feel enraged, your eyes shoot open and you looked at taehyung with fire burning in your eyes, all you got in response was a series of sarcastic laughter.

"Fuck you." You spat venomously glaring daggers at the man as he removed his trousers before coming to hover on top of you again only for you to push him but he didn't even bulged because of your push, "come on honeybuns I can't fuck you if you push me away." You honestly hated that smart mouth of his so much, not wanting to hear even another word leaving that extremely chatty mouth of his, you pulled him in for a kiss as you felt his length pressed against your folds in that process your legs automatically going to lock around his hips, a groan leaving his lips when you grinded against his length.

"I will let you come this time." Taehyung's sass was so hard to handle when having sex that you sometimes considered taping his mouth but whatever you said you loved him and maybe a little too much to let him not run that mouth of his.

"If you don't i will do it." You retort back earning a happy laugh from him as he pulled away to situate his cock against your entrance again teasing you by running the head of his cock against your folds making you grip onto the bed sheet while your back arched, you gritted your teeth to hold back yourself from retorting and that might have impressed taehyung because he finally gave in to your request, pushing in the tip of his cock, the stretch was welcoming but you knew how thick he was and no matter how regularly you had sex it was always hard to fit him inside you.

"Your ready?" Taehyung whispered to you as he came in face level with you again, your heart jumped knowing this was him making sure that you were okay, taehyung knew parts of you even you tried to hide from yourself and it was what always came in handy now wasn't any different.

You nodded your head keeping your gaze locked with his and he slowly pushed inside of you, both of you moaning as he filled you, "That's like my good girl." Taehyung whispered praises against your lips, his forehead pressed against yours, his one hand entangled with yours meanwhile the other was holding him up.

"Is it okay now babygirl?" The question he asks in such a low voice and soothing tone that for a moment you forget what you both were even talking about but then you remember what he was talking about you nod out a yes and he starts to move, his motion starts out slow but that's something you don't like so you wrap your legs once again over his hips pulling him closer and the new position Letting him hit more perfect places inside you, "faster." That single words is enough for taehyung to change his slow loving thrust into hard and fast jamming as you squeak out moan and screams with him. Both of you racing to reach your own finish line as you concentrate on each other's faces.

It doesn't take long before the frustration taehyung caused you earlier is washed over by your release as black spots dance in your vision and soon after you taehyung thrusts a few more high jams and then he release his hot seed inside you, coating your walls with his sperms.

"Imagine how fantastic it would be if you ended up conceiving." Taehyung jokes as he lied down beside you thoroughly spent just like you as you both laugh at his jokes and talk about endless things before sleep consumes you.

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The next morning you are rudely awoken by the constant dinging of your phone and you are about to curse whoever it is except you see the chats that line up your notification. All from one particular group of yours and there are about hundreds of miss call from each of them as the only thought that fills your mind is that shit is gonna get really shitty.

With trembling hands you finally dare to open the chats to find that taehyung sent them the video and you somehow find the next chats quite conflicting, you didn't knew if you should be laughing at the chats or should be worried.

Jin: yah! what are you thinking you are doing??

Jk: hyung i never expected you would go to such extents

Yoongi: taehyung you bring her back by tomorrow or you would not like the consequences of it.

Joon: guys calm down

Jimin: you want us to calm down hyung?! Did you not see the video?! I got a boner the very moment I opened that video. My soulmate is such a bitch, fuck you tae!

Hoseok: do you even know how embarassing it was for me to hide a boner in a fucking meeting???

Jin: and Joon is asking us to calm down, how funny!

Joon: hey! i just don't want to worry sweetbeans, beside I had it worse than you all.

Jk: :- | hyung this ain't a competition, but if we are counting what does getting caught while trying to get off on that would count as?

Jimin: and he says it's not a competition.

Yoongi: i walked in on jungkook beating his meat to that video.

Jin: ohhhh now I know why there were so much noise downstairs.

Hoseok: pictures or it never happened yoongi hyung ; )

Joon: I didn't know what that video was and played it in the middle of a meeting, full sound no headphone. Now who wants to say anything?

Jimin: oh my god hyung hahaha that's so typical you.

Yoongi: don't worry Joon there's always been rumours about you watching porn, you just confirmed that.

Jin: how fun it would have been to have a recording of that.

Jimin: speaking of recordings, what are doing about traitor?

Jk: simple we wait and plan.

Hoseok: I have a better plan guys.

Yoongi: not again

Jimin: preach

Jin: if I get to see taehyung suffer just the way he made us, i am in.

Your blood ran dry seeing the way they all ended the chats, great now you were fucked up and in the middle of a crossfire, you needed to do something before you became the ultimate victim of their civil, bangtan civil war now that sounds weird.

Your eyes roamed around the hotel room looking for taehyung but when you found no traces of him, you decided to get off the bed and go check for him. Not even a single step forward and you found yourself hissing mentally cursing taehyung for that extra round. The cold air hitting your body made a chill run down your spine, the thought of how that video was gonna remain forever making you shudder. A blush coating your face at the idea that it could actually be used more than once.

You pushed the embarrassment down along with yours hands dipping down to pick up the discarded shirt from last night, and slipping it on your body, your hands trembled when you started to button it up, the memory of taehyung's ghosting fingers again igniting a chill in your body, you didn't had much time to think about them when you heard the door opening signalling you that taehyung had came back.

You didn't look back a little mad at taehyung for the whole stunt he pulled last night, focusing on buttoning up the shirt. "Hi darling." Your fingers halted when those melodious words entered your ear, you quickly turned around to come in face to face with the other six of your boyfriend, a sudden itching rising in your throat.

"Guys I can explain."

They all raised an eyebrow at you words giving you the most Cheshire devilish grin you had ever seen on there faces. "You think you can love?"

Well no oh shit.

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