#apex really has me by the throat unexpectedly

[biohazard-inevitable]

Man why cant i have normal hyperfixations like a tv show or books????

WHYS IT GOTTA BE A STUPID BATTLE ROYALE MULTIPLAYER SHOOTER?????

[wlwreader]

Dancing with the Devil

A/N: Just a little preamble before you start reading. This Natalia is pretty different in the way she treats reader in this fic compared to my other fic for a few reasons(Devil’s Advocate. Not a necessary read for this one, but if you enjoy this fic you’ll definitely enjoy that one) I had kind of come up with like I guess my own little world. So I considered the black box+collar from my other fic to be a marriage proposal of sorts. You’re pretty much her soulmate, in that you’re souls are bound in a way after you’ve put the collar on. Yes in my world succubi and incubi can only take one mate, so you’re her personal juice box for eternity and she’s allowed to feel some type of way

Summary: You’re back where you belong.

Warning: Somnophilia, Dacryphilia, Voyeurism if you like squint real hard, Overstimulation, Ruined Orgasm, Oral Fixation again if you squint but not as hard, Kitten/Pet and Mistress calling, oh and uh Tail Fucking

WC: 5.2K+

Pairing: Succubus!Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Days pass in a blur after that night, Natalia having burrowed her way into your every thought, forcing you to continue your life on autopilot. Even in your dreams she haunts you, mind plagued with visions of gleaming red eyes and that devilish grin that always sends your pulse racing (for reasons you refuse to admit to yourself). You try desperately to convince yourself that there has to be a reason she won’t leave your mind, that she must’ve put some kind of hex on you or maybe it’s some lingering effect from being railed by a succubus, anything other than you wanting her. You can’t want her, not when the only way you’ll ever be able to see her again is becoming some sort of sex slave...forever. In any other context, being someone’s fuck toy for the rest of your life would be nice, might even be considered ideal, not having to worry about your financial state and the promise of good sex. But forever with an immortal being? There’s really only one way for you to interpret that and eternity is a terribly long time to be someone’s personal plaything...right?

You shouldn’t even have to try to convince yourself that it’s something you don’t want. No matter how sinfully good she is with her mouth or how she seems to know all the right angles to hit just the right spot that leaves your toes curling and your eyes rolling towards the back of your head or how-

You flop back onto your bed with a groan, trying to stop that train of thought from progressing any further before you’re doomed imagining all the things you want Natalia to do to you for the rest of the night. A sigh slips past your lips as you roll on your side, ready to force yourself to fall asleep, when your gaze lands on the small black box that still rests on your bedside table and all your dirty thoughts come rushing back to the forefront of your mind, followed by a faint throbbing between your legs.

A hand trails subconsciously down to the apex of your thighs, eyes falling shut when you find your slit, slick with want. Your mind wanders from scene to scene, each wildly different from the last, but all of them featuring Natalia. Your breath slips past your lips in soft pants as you circle your clit, free hand tracing a path up your abdomen to grope your breast for a moment before you’re tweaking your nipple, back arching with a quiet moan.

Your fingers dip down, sinking into your leaking hole, when you hear a shuffling noise followed by a soft click. Immediately, you freeze, eyes wide as you sit up and scan your dimly lit room. No one...not a person or creature in sight. The windows are closed and still looked to be locked after squinting through the darkness of your bedroom for a long second and your door doesn’t seem to have been opened. You look around your room again, hand reaching out in the dark for any kind of semi-heavy object you could use as a potential weapon, when it meets the now open top of the box sitting on your nightstand.

Was she here now? Watching you? Have you been on her mind just as much as she’s been on yours?

A shiver runs up your spine, a smile teasing the corners of your mouth at the thought as you sweep one last look around your quiet bedroom. You reach for the lamp on your bedside table, turning it on while you eye the lacy black collar proudly on display resting inside the box before gently scooping it out, the small bell attached to the front ringing and clinking against the name tag. Your fingers trace over the red stitching lining the top and bottom, then down to tug on the matching red bow and around the back to undo the small ribbon that ties the two ends together.

You pause for a brief moment, reconsidering, but the throbbing of your clit is far louder than that little voice of reason trying desperately to coax you back to thinking clearly and so without any further hesitation, you wrap the collar around your neck and secure it in place. 

The silence of your bedroom is almost deafening as you wait...and wait…..and wait, til the ache that’s taken home between your legs expands, enveloping you whole.

The bell on your collar rings with your movements as you lay back, the sound muffled by the thrumming of your heart pounding in your ears. You ignore your hurt feelings (whatever feelings those may be) and focus on the wetness that’s gathered at the apex of your thighs, fingers fucking into yourself long into the night until you fall asleep, your hand tucked into your bottoms and the collar still resting around your throat.

Your dreams are more vivid than usual, almost as if replaying the memories and sensations of your night with Natalia. Images of her head buried between your legs, the vague feeling of hands gripping your hips, soft hair tickling the insides of your thighs and the warmth of a mouth teasing your slit has you squirming in your sleep. 

The throbbing of your clit slowly lulls you awake, the feeling of fingers pushing into your heat pulling a shaky, high-pitched whine from your lips while your hands subconsciously reach down to tangle in soft waves (your fingers brushing against something famillarily ridged and curved has your heart fluttering happily) and pull that heavenly mouth back towards your clit. 

A tittering laugh has you finally dragging your eyes open and you’re blessed with a view of a grinning Natalia, pointed teeth on display and her crimson eyes twinkling with amusement.

“Did you miss me, kitten?” The words come out low and muffled, Natalia not waiting for an answer as she presses her face back in towards your cunt and dragging one of her fangs gently across your clit.

Your back arches, bell on your collar jingling softly as you throw your head back into the pillows beneath you, an intense orgasm rushing through you without warning, your clit unexpectedly sensitive. Fuck...just how long has she been buried between your legs before you were dragged from your dreams?

Muscles relaxing, you land on the soft black silken sheets with a blissful sigh, her husky chuckle ringing pleasantly in your ears. Your hands fall away as Natalia trails burning kisses across the insides of your thighs, her breath cooling your slick and sweat covered skin when she speaks, “It’s about time you woke up, pet.”, her lips continue their path, bruises slowly blooming beneath her touch as she sucks and nips along your hips, up your stomach to trace the shape of your breasts before she mouths at the stiffened peaks, teeth capturing your nipple and tugging. Air hisses out past your lips as her fangs dig into your sensitive skin, your hands finding her fiery hair again. The onslaught of kisses continues up your throat until she pulls you into a heated kiss, her tongue slipping past your lips and you can’t help the whimper you let out when you taste yourself.

Natalia pulls back, air fanning across your face from her huff of quiet laughter as you chase her lips, eyes still closed. When you meet her gaze you’re almost shocked to see how vibrant the red of her irises are, as if they’re almost glowing, until your gaze sweeps up to admire her obsidian like horns, reminding yourself that she’s a succubus and she IS feeding off of your sexual energy. For the first time, you wonder what kind of power she holds.

She shifts to straddle you, the feeling of her hot, dripping cunt resting against your stomach pulling you out of your thoughts. Your hands reach out to grip her bare thighs, but a raise of her eyebrow has you dropping them uselessly at your sides as you’re reminded who’s in charge. She shifts again, hips subtly rolling with a breathy sigh falling from her mouth before speaking, “Although I can’t really complain about you sleeping so long. Not when you taste so…”, she pauses, tongue snaking out to drag across her plush lips, “Devine.” she practically purrs, eyes hooded while the corner of her mouth pulls up into that devilish smirk that has your pussy clenching.

Natalia’s hips rock down again, dragging her clit across your stomach before she leans back, hands braced above your knees as she starts grinding down in earnest, eyes falling shut. You’re enraptured by the sight, eyes flitting from her beautiful face, delicate features scrunched in pleasure; down to her heaving chest, perky breasts and pebbled nipples prominently on display. Slowly, your gaze falls further down along her body, taking in every inch of smooth flawless skin and soft curves, your mind consumed by thoughts of how utterly perfect she is, as if she were sculpted by god themself, before your eyes land on the trail of slick coating your stomach and Natalia’s puffy, leaking cunt while her hips continue to rock against you. You can practically feel your mouth water at the sight, an involuntary whine slipping past your lips as you realize just how much you crave to finally taste her, to please her.

Her breathy laugh has your eyes shooting back up to meet her vivid crimson stare, cocky smile on display when she teases you,

“What is it kitten? Are you not enjoying the view?” 

You can’t stop the heat shooting to your face as you try to remember how to actually speak, mouth moving before your brain can form an actual sentence and tripping you up on your words. She laughs again at your stammering, clearly amused by her toy.

“I..I wanna-- c-can I taste you, Mistress?” desperation seeps through your voice as you lie underneath her, fists balled in the sheets trying hopelessly to fight the urge to reach out and touch her.

Natalia grins, pearly fangs catching the light and drawing your attention, just in time to watch her tongue flick out to wet her plush lips. The way her red gaze takes you in sends a shiver down your spine and you can’t help the way the blood rushes to your face or the way your heart stutters in your chest.

“Please…” the word leaves your mouth in a whimper and Natalia’s eyes soften just a tad, though her wicked smirk is still painted across her lips.

She hums, hands moving from the tops of your thighs to run up along the sides of your chest; lithe fingers dancing across your ribs to cup your breasts and tweak your nipples, pulling a whine from the back of your throat, “I suppose I could put that pretty little mouth of yours to work finally,” her hands continue their path, nails tracing up the column of your throat and toying with tag on your collar. She’s watching you intently, eyes soaking in your flushed and disheveled appearance, thumb dragging across your bottom lip. Your mouth parts and in a trance-like state, you nip the digit, tongue teasing the tip of her thumb before enveloping it in the warmth of your mouth. Natalia’s pupils seem to dilate further than before, the inky blackness slowly swallowing the red of her irises. You watch as she shakily exhales and the pride that swells in your chest has your tongue working her finger just that much more, eyes falling shut as you start to lose yourself in the motions. The squeeze of her strong thighs as she grinds her heated cunt harder against your stomach reminds you of the question you had just asked and you look up, your gaze meeting nothing but black as she stares back at you.  “Would you like that, pet?”

The words leave her mouth in a breathy exhale and she hasn’t even finished speaking before you’re rapidly shaking your head yes, eyes trying their best to convey how much you ache to serve her. You watch hungrily as her soaked cunt nears your face, Natalia’s hands tangling in your hair and tugging your head to meet her wet folds.

“Then make that greedy mouth useful.”

You don't have to be told twice, not when you’ve been plagued with dreams and fantasies of her soaking your face in her cum, and eagerly your tongue flicks out to trail along her puffy lips a few strokes before parting them with deeper licks. She sinks down with a hum, pussy pushing further into your mouth as her nails scratch at your scalp. The taste and sensation of her cunt dragging along your tongue is almost enough to have your eyes rolling to the back of your head. You’ve never tasted someone so sweet and you can’t stop yourself from gripping her thighs and thrusting your tongue into her quivering hole with a greedy groan, trying to lap up as much of her wetness as you can. 

The heady moan you’re rewarded with sends a pulsing heat straight to your clit. Her hands tighten their grip in your hair, hips slowly rolling along your mouth as you reverently devour her cunt, eyes closed in pure bliss while your tongue fucks her leaking hole.

You can hear Natalia’s heavy breathing above you as she uses you for her pleasure, the soft moans cascading from her parted lips are interrupted by a gasp when you finally manage to pull yourself away from the never ending slick dripping from her cunt to latch your mouth around her neglected clit. You suck, tongue lashing out to tease the swollen bud before she’s bearing down on you with a loud keening moan, powerful hands holding your head in place as she grinds her clit against your willing mouth.

“Fuuuck, that’s right kitten,” her rasping voice is shaky and your cunt throbs, knowing you’re the reason why, “eat my pussy like it’s your last supper.”

Her words pull a whine from the back of your throat, the vibrations shooting straight to her sensitive clit and the sound that leaves her mouth has you seeing stars as you cum; thighs squeezed together, pussy clenching around nothing as you shudder and moan under her. 

Who knew demons could make such desperate pitiful noises?

Your orgasm doesn’t go unnoticed, if the tail teasing your twitching hole and the trembling laugh above you are anything to go by.

“Enjoying this, are we?” You don’t have to open your eyes to know she’s smirking, you can hear the smugness in her voice even as it wavers with every roll of her hips. “If I knew how ea-” she cuts herself off with a deep rumbling moan as you easily sink two fingers into her wet heat, digits immediately curling up to search along her walls for the spot you know will reduce her into a quivering, moaning mess.

Her tail pushes into your soaked slit as a dragged out yes hisses out past her teeth. The way Natalia’s hips buck against your fingers and mouth fucks her slick tail into just the right spot inside your fluttering cunt and soon your muffled moans join hers in a sinful symphony as she takes what she wants from you.

“Oh, you’re going to make me cum, pet.”

The words renew what little willpower you have left and with great effort, you stave off your impending orgasm to force your eyes open and focus on fucking your Mistress. You’re blessed with a sacred sight. Her back is arched beautifully, pushing her hungry cunt as far into your mouth and fingers as she can and putting her perky, full breasts on perfect display for your greedy eyes. Your free hand is reaching out without a thought and you watch as Natalia’s mouth falls open, freeing her bottom lip from between her fangs, while her brows furrow and her nose scrunches up in pleasure. You squeeze her tit, appreciating the softness under your palm and watch as her chest stutters, her breath faltering for a second before picking up again. Experimentally, you drag a nail against her pebbled nipple then take it between your fingers and pinch. 

Her nails dig into your scalp as she smothers her pussy against your face til you can’t breathe and you’re sure you’re going to die, suffocating happily between her thighs when she freezes on top of you. You feel the tell tale signs of her upcoming orgasm when her walls flutter around your digits, desperately trying to pull them deeper and eagerly you drag your fingers from her quivering hole to join your other hand in their ministrations so that your tongue can once again taste the saccharine-like slick. The thighs encasing your head tighten as your tongue plunges and curls in her cunt until Natalia is gasping out a moan and her cum soaks your face.

If you thought her pussy tasted heavenly, you’re sure her cum is the nectar for the gods. Your eyes roll back as you lap at the mouth watering wetness leaking from her, your own cunt spasming as her tail frantically fucks into your sopping hole until you're sure she’s hitting your womb with every thrust. 

Natalia has stopped shaking atop you, her hands and thighs loosening their hold around your head but she doesn’t make a move to get off you. In fact, her hips are rolling along your mouth again as you practically sob against her cunt from the intense pleasure between your own legs. Your hands grip desperately at her hips and thighs, eyes squeezed shut as you futilely try to chase your orgasm. You’re so close, god, you’re so close, but the edge stays just out of arm's reach and you can’t stop the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes, nor can you stop them from falling, disappearing into your hairline and rolling down to join the mix of slick and cum coating your face as you cry and writhe pathetically under your her.

“You cry so cutely for me, kitten.” She purrs, “Let Mistress see those pretty, tearful eyes.”

The wild thrusting of her tail has died down to a slow crawl, dragging you away from the peak you were so pitifully chasing and so, with a whimpering sniffle, you dutifully open your eyes to meet Natalia’s pitch black gaze.

You can see the shiver of pleasure that runs through her body as you stare up at her with sad wet eyes, a shudder of your own wracking your body at her hum of “Good girl.” when you give her sensitive clit and cunt small kitten licks to clean up the rest of her cum. Her hands brush away any of your wayward hairs from your face before she drags a thumb along your temple, collecting your tears on the digit. You watch as she slowly brings her thumb to her mouth, gazes locked as her tongue slips past her lips to teasingly lick the salty liquid away with a quiet moan. 

Your pussy clenches around her tail at the sight, her tail twitching inside you in response and briefly you wonder if she can actually feel pleasure fucking you with it before you’re completely pulled from your thoughts as her pace starts up again.

With a sigh, she drags her cunt away from your soaked mouth and immediately your loud moans fill the once quiet room. Her body slides pleasurably against yours as she moves to lie atop you, chests pressed together and legs tangled as her tail continues to pump into your soaked hole. The tip of her nose trails your collarbone then up along the column of your throat, breathing in the scent of sex. Your hands tangle in the soft fiery waves of Natalia’s hair as she kisses above the collar resting against your neck before sucking the unblemished skin between her lips to bite and mark and claim and fuck your pussy just gushes at the thought of being her’s.

You lick your lips, a whine pulling from deep within your chest at the taste of your Mistress still coating your face, bringing you just that much closer to the edge. The appendage fucking into you twists and writhes in ways you’ve only ever felt her tongue do, but the added thickness of her tail has you hurtling towards climax, head thrown back, collar jingling as you press your neck further into her greedy mouth.

Your eyes are screwed tightly shut and your pussy quivers painfully, walls sore from the constant fluttering, and just as you start to crest the peak, her tail slips itself from inside you and your hole clenches miserably around nothing while you cum. You’re already crying again when your body relaxes, sobs bubbling past your lips at the ache between your legs and the still pent up frustration your ruined orgasm failed to rid you of.

Natalia pulls away from your bruised neck to admire her work, mouth parted in quiet awe at the sight of her cum covered, sweat soaked, crying pet; and reverently, she kisses along your jaw and cheeks, tongue lapping at the mix of cum, slick, and tears that coat your face, whispers of how pretty you look when you cry gracing your ears.

She leans back when she finishes cleaning your face of her mess and your eyes finally open again when nothing happens after, tears still trailing slowly along your temples and disappearing into your hair as you sniffle, just to find her watching you keenly. Only when your gazes meet does her tail dip down between your legs to sink into your poor sensitive cunt once more. It’s gentle in its movements, but that doesn’t stop the fresh wave of tears from welling up in your eyes as the pain ever so slowly starts to outweigh the pleasure. 

Your eyes squeeze shut, the tears that gathered there cascading in rivlets along your face, as the tail brushes along your walls, pressing into your g-spot. You can hear the click of Natalia’s tongue in disapproval as she tuts you.

“Keep your eyes open for me, kitten.” 

Fuck her voice is so sultry and rasping and you can’t stop your cunt from tightening painfully around the thickness inside of you at the sound. Her tail thrusts a little harder, hitting something inside you and pulling a choked sob from the back of your throat.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” The words are growled into your ear and your eyes fly open. You can feel her tail twitch inside you again while she takes in your whimpering cries, tearful face, and sad desperate eyes. She plunges her tail deep within you again and you wail out in painful pleasure, eyes forced shut as your head tilted back into the bed.

There’s a low trembling groan from above you and before you have the chance to open your eyes once more, Natalia’s mouth is on yours, swallowing every whine and wail as her tail fucks into you deeply, twisting to hit every pleasurable, painful spot inside your pussy. Your hands tighten in her hair, holding her against you while you sob into her mouth, and your legs untangle from hers to wrap around her waist.

You’re close again, so painfully close and you don’t know whether you want her to finish you off or ruin your orgasm again, not when you know both options are going to hurt, but you don’t get to choose. You never had an option in the first place. Your Mistress knows just what she wants from you and she’ll take it, no matter what you say.

“I want you to cum for me.” She’s trembling, pressed against you, voice thick and shaky with pleasure and you nod frantically. She buries her face against your chest, mouth marking every available inch of skin within her reach. Your crying is louder without her tongue to muffle you and with every sniffle and sob, you can feel her tail jerk inside your trembling cunt. Natalia latches her mouth onto one of your nipples, pointed teeth burying into sensitive flesh and your fingers digging into the base of her horns as you cum with a keening wail. 

You can feel more than hear her cum with you as her moans ring through your chest, her tail squirming in your aching hole. Your pussy bears down on it, nails scratching at her scalp and catching on the ridges of her horns trying desperately to stop the painful pleasure wracking your body. The thickness inside you thrashes when your fingers scramble along the ribbed protrusion on her head and your sluggish mind slowly puts the two together, hands dropping to clutch at the nape of her neck and drag her into a sloppy kiss.

The moment your hands leave Natalia’s horns, her tail stops writhing and you breathe a sigh of relief into her mouth. Your lips disconnect as she pulls back slightly and when you open your eyes finally, you’re met with the quite literally glowing red eyes of your Mistress. As gently as she can, her tail slides out of your aching pussy, watching as your face pinches in pain at the soreness and she kisses your furrowed brow, nose brushing along your forehead and temple as she trails her lips down to press more kisses along the apples of your cheek and your scrunched up nose. 

It’s all so unexpectedly soft and distracts you enough from the burning stretch of the bulging end of her tail when she pulls the last few inches out that you don’t even cry out, though she’s quick to kiss away any silent tears that escape because of the pain.

“Are you okay?” Natalia breathes out. She’s watching you closely, intently, and when you nod yes, you’re blessed with your first genuine smile. No cocky devilish smirks or seductive, hooded eyed smiles. Just the smallest of quirks play on the corners of her lips, but it’s enough to have you staring up at her in silent reverence.

“Good.” She whispers and then, “Can you talk?”

“Y-yes.” The words come out quiet, hoarse, and trembling, your throat raw from all your crying.

You clear your throat and try it again, “Yes Mistress.” it’s just as rough as your first try, but at least the shakiness is gone.

“Good girl.” She’s still whispering, voice soft while she takes you in before she finally rolls off of you to sit up against the headboard of the bed. She’s patting the open spot between her legs, an invitation or a silent command, you’re not sure but you move your tired body to rest against her’s anyway. Your back is pressed against her front, your head rests against her pillowy breasts while her’s rests atop your own, chin pressed to the crown of your head and her left arm wrapping around to secure you against her. Her free hand stretches out in front of both of you and you watch in amazement as a fresh, cool glass of water appears right before your eyes in her outstretched hand, complete with a red striped straw.

She’s bringing it up to your mouth urging you to take the cup from her, her voice gentle against your ear, “Drink this for me, kitten.” 

You nod and do as you’re told, taking the refreshingly cold water from Natalia to start sipping and watching while two, what you think are, rags appear in her once again outstretched hand.

“Hold this.” She’s handing you one and you grab it with your free hand, feeling the warm damp cloth between your fingers and you think you can feel your heart melt when you realize what she’s doing. Slowly, she guides your legs open, not one word said while she dutifully and carefully drags the warm rag across the insides of your thighs, cleaning the drying slick from your skin. She trails the fabric closer to your sore center, just barely brushing your outer lips as she cleans the apex of your thighs, before running it along your overly sensitive slit as softly as she can, hushing you quietly when you whine and squirm. 

You can feel her press a kiss to the top of your head as she finishes, then she’s leaning back, left hand under your chin tilting your head, your bell twinkling softly, to look up at her while her right is taking the second rag from you. Her eyes follow her hand as she slowly sweeps the cooling rag across your lower face, wiping away any remaining remnants of cum coating your cheeks and chin. When she finishes, she gives you another kiss, this one lingering on your forehead.

The used rags vanish and she hums as she brushes stray hair from your face and you can’t help but to stare up at her with big doe eyes, melting under her gentle touch. You can feel the chuckle build in her chest before it flows richly from her full lips and you can hear the amusement that tints her voice when she speaks again, “Finish your water, kitten.” 

Despite everything that’s just happened, you still feel your cheeks heat in embarrassment as you quickly go back to drinking your water. It only takes you a few more seconds before you finish your glass.

“Would you like more?” You shake your head no and the glass disappears from your hand. “Do you need anything else, pet?” Her hands are softly stroking along your sides, stomach, and thighs, fingers massaging into any sore muscles they find.

“No, Mistress.” You’re quiet as you speak though your thoughts are loud, overcome with questions that soon fall into the recesses of your mind when she starts to shift lower onto the bed. 

Natalia pulls you over her while she settles onto her back, tucking you into her side and wrapping her arm around your waist, pulling you flush against her. You don’t hesitate to bury your face against her neck, your collar ringing with the movement and her chin resting against your head once more. Your leg and arm are thrown across her and you snuggle as close as you can with a content, sleepy sigh. She’s humming some soft unknown tune quietly, hands tracing patterns into your back and vaguely, you register the slithering sensation of her tail wrapping itself along your leg.

Briefly, your mind flashes back to the Natalia that left you in your bed all those nights ago with her cum leaking from between your legs and you can’t help the words that fly from your mouth.

“I didn’t know demons were into aftercare.”

She huffs a laugh, the air hitting the top of your head, and you hide your smile against her skin when she replies, “I’m a succubus, kitten, not evil.”

She must feel your mouth open against her, because before any sound can escape your parted lips, she’s shushing you. 

“I know you must have lots of questions, pet.” You hum a yes when she pauses waiting for your reply, then continues on, “I thought so. But now is the time for sleep.” One of her hands leaves the expanse of your back to run through your hair, nails dragging pleasantly along your scalp and you feel as she leans down, lips brushing across your forehead as she whispers. “I promise I’ll answer all your questions in the morning.” A kiss, then “Now, go to sleep kitten.”

You do, a small smile stuck to your lips.

[your-highnessmarvel]

It’s Your Captain Tonight NSFW

Requested by Anon: Hi I follow you on twitter and I saw you retweeted that post about chris having an captain america suit in his closet for “special occaisons” so I am asking if you can do a chris evans smut when he surprises his girlfriend you with the suit? You can do whatever you want though thank you! xx

A/N: Wow, i am so proud of this smut LMAOOO but it’s just so NASTY OMG!! I can’t believe i wrote this!!! the gif is EXACTLY the chris that’s in this fic.

Warnings: smut, Dom!Chris, Rough!Chris, Sub!reader

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MASTERLIST

You sit on the bed, the covers around you, flipping through a magazine. Your pajamas are simple: shorts and a tank top because the weather is too hot to sleep in anything more. The TV in the corner is on, blaring the news. The lights are dimmed.

Chris is in the bathroom. It’s always like this; your routine. You go in first, taking your time with skincare and showering, while Chris whines that he has to pee. Then, while you fluff up the pillows and prepare the bed for sleeping, Chris just pees and washes his teeth and he’s ready for bed.

“What about moisturizer?” you’d once asked, way back when you’d first started sleeping over. But your boyfriend had shrugged and waved it off because he’s just like that. Pretty like that.

Now, however, he’s been in there for a while. You check the door, see if the light is still on. Shadows dance under the door, but no sound. What is he doing in there?

It doesn’t matter because all you want is to snuggle up to him and watch the boring news until sleep claims you. Or he does.

The door finally opens, and still staring at your magazine, you smirk and ask, “Did you take a little poo?” When you get no answer, your smirk widens. “Usually you take them in the morn...” You trail off because there, standing in all his glory, is Captain America.

So that’s why he’d been growing out his beard.

Not a very long time ago, you’d expressed your fondness for nomad Steve Rogers. After your boyfriend and you had spent the weekend binge watching all Marvel movies because the weather was bad, you’d made a passive point that bearded Steve Rogers was peak. Chris had laughed and said he too liked the beard, but in his heart, home was The First Avenger and would always be clean-shaven, by-the-book Cap.

But now. Now.

You don’t know where he got the Infinity War suit with the ripped chest piece and the darkened star and the dusty layers, but it makes your heart flip and your stomach drop down to your knees. Chris looks absolutely ravishing. You’d only seen him in the suit on screen, but now, under the very real lighting of your room, with Chris’s eyebrow quirking up, he looks ravenous.

Your mouth parts and you let out a whimper.

The dark blue trousers fit snug to his legs, looser around his waist, and as you trail your eyes up, you can’t help but linger on his crotch. God, how many times had you fantasized about him in this suit? How many times had you had to bite your tongue about it when Chris asked you what your biggest fantasy was? Too many.

Chris stands there with a cocky look on his face. He knows what he is doing to you. The rosy cheeks. The whimper. The wandering eyes. The fidgeting.

He doesn’t say anything. His burning blue gaze glues to yours, trailing up and down your body. You close your magazine and toss it onto the night table, scooting to the edge of the bed, bare feet hanging off the edge.

Then Chris licks his lips. “Are you gonna be good for your Captain?”

Your mouth opens in surprise. He’s never been this way before. Always calm and gentle, never assertive or overly dominant. But the intensity radiating off him now burns through you like a furnace, and you can’t help but feel it in your knees.

You nod.

He takes a step forward and instinctively, you scoot up the bed quickly. He smirks, puts one hand on his belt, and gives you that head tilt and eyebrow quirk you’d once said was hot. “Don’t be bad,” he says, and his voice is low and roach, and something switches in your stomach. “You know what bad girls get.”

He takes another step, and just to spite him, you flip over and attempt to crawl to the other edge of the bed. But his hand clamps down around your ankle, and with one harsh tug, he has you splayed on your stomach.

“Ah ah,” he coos, stepping between your legs. Your skin tingles where his fingers touch you, as they skim your calf, up the back of your thigh. You press your cheek against the sheets, hair splayed messily around you. “Be good,” he demands, and this time, his tone is harsh.

Heat spreads in your belly. “Yes,” you whimper.

“Yes, Captain,” he corrects behind clenched teeth.

This side of Chris, this animal, hungry, powerful side of him had otherwise been hidden from you, and now that it was out, you wanted to play.

“Yes, Captain,” you murmur.

His left hand grips the band of your shorts, and using his leverage, pulls your ass back until you can feel his belt buckle against the back of your thighs. The sting of it is cold and you wince lowly.

Chris chuckles. Still holding you, he uses his right hand to unbuckle himself, tug the belt through the loops, and rip it free. There’s a moment where the clang of the belt echoes in the room, the moment stagnant, and all you feel are his eyes raking over you like hot coals. Then the leather strap trails lightly across your clothed ass, and shivers erupt on your skin.

Chris’s voice is low and tantalizing when he speaks. “A birdie told me you like men in suits of armor.” His left hand sneaks up into your hair, grips it, and yanks you back slowly until your back is pressed against his chest. You breathe shallowly, your hands braced on his thighs. His nose nuzzles your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. “Let’s see if you like to get fucked by one.”

The sheer intensity in his voice makes a moan leave your lips unexpectedly. He hums in approval before bending you back onto the bed. He uses an arm under you to effortlessly position you so you’re facing the headboard, and then climbs in, flipping you on your back with one hand.

Facing him now, you can see the darkness in his eyes, swimming in the blue, clouded in lust. He straddles your waist and you reach up to touch him, to run your fingers in his locks, but his hand shoots out and grips your jaw. “Tss tss.” Again, that dominant tone as he pushes you back into the mattress. Eyes, blue and taunting, trail up your body, to your gaze, then to the belt in his free hand.

You know what’s coming when he takes both your wrists in one hand. You’ve never been tied up before, and the idea of being completely at someone’s mercy makes you squirm.

And that doesn’t please Chris.

He squeezes your wrists and shoves them over your head, inciting a small yelp from your lips.

“I said be a good girl for your Captain,” he reiterates, his tone vicious, lustrous, as he looks at you with one eyebrow cocked.  

“Yes,” you whimper. And then, when you see his mouth twitch, you add, “Captain.”

He smiles triumphantly and proceeds to wrap the leather belt around your wrists, and then secures it to the headboard. You give one tentative tug, but you’re tied in real good.

Chris leans in until his lips are grazing yours. “You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart.”

His blue eyes stay glued to yours as he slowly slithers down the length of your body. You’re buzzing, trembling, anticipating what’s coming next. But Chris is in another mindset, a different dimension, because just as his mouth lingers over your clothed apex, just when you feel his warm breath on you, you are right back onto your stomach. 

Your wrists are criss-crossed, fingers clenched against your bindings. “Chris.” The name leaves your lips in a whoosh, the movement of him flipping you over once again almost knocking the breath from your lungs. 

There’s a hand in your hair, pulling, faster than you can even blink. The weight of him over you, warm and heavy. His mouth at your ear. “Captain,” he demands, voice clenched. 

You shiver. Your ass is right at his crotch, and when you move up slightly, you can feel just how hard he is through his trousers. He really likes this. 

Then his weight is lifted. Hands on your hips, gripping your shorts, and he slides them down your thighs, down your calves, until your shorts are being chucked across the bedroom. His knees leave the bed one by one as he positions himself between your legs. You become very aware of how naked you are when cool air brushes up against your bare pussy. And you become very - very - aware of how wet you are. 

Chris groans when he sees you, glistening, ready, wanting. “You’re such a mess,” he grunts, hands on your ass, kneading, spreading. 

You flex your hands, feeling the blood leaving your fingertips. You look back, strands of hair in your face. Chris has eyes just for your pussy, his eyes wide and blue, mouth parted and wet. This look on him; this look of utter lust and desire and possessiveness is enough to make you squirm your hips. Searching for friction. Your bud, sorely neglected, rubs against the mattress. A moan passes your lips, and Chris is quick to grab the flesh of your haunches and yank you up and back, so that your ass is in the air. And you lose the friction on your clit. 

A whine comes from your throat, and surely, right behind that, a smack on your ass. 

“I’m the one to give you any kind of pleasure tonight,” Chris groans, his fingers digging into your flesh. “Nothing else. That’s why your hands are tied.”

There’s no possible way you can answer coherently, so you whine and wiggle your ass back, desperate for his touch. For pressure or friction or anything!

His hands leave your ass and slither down the backs of your thighs. You can feel the rough fabric of his trousers against your skin, but he is keeping safely away. 

“Chr-Captain, I want you to... touch me, please.” Your voice is frail, breathy, husky. Chris’s soft caresses turn aggressive and he is once again grabbing your skin. 

He doesn’t answer, instead finding your clit with his thumb and pressing. Your desperation leads you to moan and jerk backward, searching for more. He complies with a snicker, rubbing his thumb along your swollen and soaked clit, circling, flicking, pressing. You’re moaning and whining, muffled against the mattress, your breathing labored. 

He smacks your ass again, mumbling a low, “Mine,” with urgency, and then his middle finger plunges easily into your hot core. 

“Fuck,” you breathe, wiggling your ass back. His finger slips so easily inside you that it’s almost embarrassing. 

“You’re so wet,” he mumbles, thumb finding your clit again, simultaneously pleasuring you. 

At this point, you don’t care if you sound desperate. “It’s all for you, Captain.”

He makes an acquiescing sound and plunges a second finger into you, pumping slowly, eliciting a low moan from you. 

“Do you know just how fucking hot you look right now?” he asks, his voice rough and low and breathy. 

You can’t answer because the precipice is coming and you’re searching that climax with urgency. His thumb flicking quickly and tightly against your bud and his fingers pumping in you, petting that spot, makes you want to say the most nastiest things to him. 

The knot in your belly, just under your navel, begins to burn. You moan louder, Chris’s name coming off your lips like a mantra. Your walls clench around his fingers, your clit buzzing, searching and begging for release.

“Come on, baby,” Chris mumbles encouragingly. 

And then you’re cumming, clenching around his fingers, moan echoing in the dim room, legs trembling from the force of your fall. Pleasure throbs from your core to your knees and down to your toes, and you’re curling them against Chris’s thighs. 

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, slapping your ass, biting the sensitive skin with such force that your moan turns into a yelp. 

Behind closed lids, your breath echoing in your ears, you can hear Chris unzipping his trousers, fumbling with the fabric. The bed dips, and then your aching, buzzing core is poked by Chris’s cock and you whine low in your throat. 

“Are you ready for you Captain, babe?” he purrs. You nod, clenching your numbing hands.

One hand on your hip, he uses the other to guide himself into you. It’s always a stretch when Chris fucks you. His girth and his length combined are enough to have you breathless, struggling to adjust. And it’s like that now, as he eases into you, you stretch around him with a soft, stuttered moan. Your orgasm left you tight enough and throbbing enough that as soon as Chris is halfway in, he can’t control himself any longer. 

In one swift thrust, he’s bottomed out, and you’re writhing on your knees, trying to take him in. 

“You’re so tight, baby, fuck,” he moans, both hands gripping your hips like they’re his anchor. 

He doesn’t let you adjust like he normally does. Instead, he begins a pace; slow, languid thrusts, deep and harsh, that leave you shuddering and begging for him to make you cum again. 

“Are gonna cum for your Captain again, baby?” he groans, fingers gripping, hips snapping. “Huh? Are you gonna cum all over this cock?”

Those words, so dirty and so unlike Chris, make you clench around him, wiggling back on him, wanting him to keep hitting that spot inside you that makes you want to scream. 

He’s not chasing his high. He’s chasing yours. The pinnacle starts and you’re moaning so loud, the sheets between your teeth. His cock keeps caressing your tight walls and hitting that spot each time. He’s a God. 

You cum for the second time, stars dancing behind your closed lids, clenching around him so hard it makes him slow his thrusts. “Fuck, baby, that’s good,” he moans lowly, giving your ass one more smack, enjoying the rhythmic throbs of your soaked pussy around him. 

He slides out of you and the emptiness left behind makes you sigh, but he’s not done with you. 

One hand pushes you by the hip until you collapse onto your side, panting. He reaches for your binding and rips you free. Your wrists are red and sore, but you don’t even feel it. You’re buzzing so hard from your orgasms, from the sheer sensuality and lasciviousness of it all, that you don’t even care. 

Chris takes each wrist in his hands, and for a split second, it’s not Cap anymore as he kisses each injured wrist. 

As soon as he came, he goes. The dominant, harsh man comes back as he pulls you by the thighs until you’re flat on your back. 

“You’re gonna make your Captain cum, now, are you?” he asks, eyes searching yours. You nod compliantly, spreading your knees, reaching out to touch his shoulders. “Good girl,” he groans, aligning with you again. 

In another swift thrust, he’s back inside your soaked walls. You’re full and you want more and you want to sink your teeth in his shoulder. He uses his elbows to not crush you, but each thrust, now more rigid and forceful, takes your breath away. 

Your third impending orgasm approaches faster than you thought with each snap of his hips, and when you begin to clench around him, he groans low in his throat. He hoists himself up on his hands, and one hand wraps quickly and surely around your throat. 

The sight of him - mouth parted in a low moan, broad and shapely shoulders hunched over you, that darn fucking suit still on him while he pounds into you - are enough for you to throw your head back and moan. It gives more access for Chris to squeeze his fingers around your neck, hips snapping so hard that you’re bouncing up the bed. 

He knows you’re about to cum, and when your walls are tight enough for him to join you in your ecstasy, he brings his thumb to your clit and the pressure is enough for you to erupt. 

Chris’s hips stutter while you clench impossibly tight around him. Your eyes close and your body hums with pleasure, as Chris gives one last harsh thrust before he spills into you, groaning low in his chest. 

You’re barely aware of the aftermath. When your senses come back from three fucking orgasms, Chris is laying on his back beside you, breathless, sweat shining on his forehead. 

“That was - God, baby that was so fucking good,” he breathes behind closed lids. He’s smiling, and so are you. 

“It must be so hot in that suit,” you breathe back, searching for his hand on the bed. He takes yours and brings your knuckles to his mouth. 

“You have no fucking idea,” he answers with a chuckle, lingering his mouth on your knuckles. 

You smirk. “Shower?”

Chris laughs, but slowly turns his head to you. “Give me five minutes.”

[angelguk]

i know i said i was done writing bb!couple but hey namjoon big. that’s it. that’s the tweet. anyway this before oc gets pregnant for the second time (so right after easy like sunday morning). i also haven’t written a smut scene in a long time so sorry if im rusty. basically namjoon just wants to make his wife feel good. slight pussy sniffing and a lot of oral sex (f receiving). namjoons dick is still big. joon luvs his wife :) 1.5k

You think there are tears in your eyes. It's hard to stay mute, little tremors quaking through your body every time Namjoon laves his wide tongue against your folds, licking deep like he's starving. Maybe he's spurred on by the little whimpers that drift from your lips, body quivering when his tongue slips into your needy hole.

"Namjoon - angh!" It's there already, the heat in your gut making your whole body burn as your nerves tingle. He hums and you know he's smiling as he swirls your slick around your slit, dragging his tongue right back up to your swollen clit. "Ffffffuck! Namjoon! It's t-too much!"

He's got a big firm hand pinning your twitching thighs down, leaving you pliant to his whims as his mouth ravages you. Your breathing is laboured, your gut twisting when he latches his mouth around the sensitive bud and flicks it the way he knows drives you crazy. It doesn't help that you've already cum twice now, curtsy of your husband's eager mouth and hands. But he's not letting you up now, and your face is hot with the over-stimulation, tears slipping down your cheeks.

"Too much?" He mumbles against you soaked cunt, finally giving you a much welcomed breather. There's a thumb gingerly stroking along your inner thigh, his nose pressed against the apex of your pussy.

You nod, incoherent because your tongue is numb in your mouth, chest heaving when he digs his nose in further, breathing you in with a satisfied groan. 

"Hey, look at me for a moment." You glance down to find Namjoon watching at you with intent, brown eyes glazed as he drinks in your shaking bare body, skin glistening with sweat. He does it unexpectedly, a quick press of his lips against your cunt that sends a jolt through your system. "Sorry - fuck. You just taste really nice." There's a laugh leaving his wet lips that makes your heart tick in your chest. A small part of you explodes at that confession, the fire instead your belly expanding and consuming you instantly.

"Don't - don't say that. And stop smelling me too. You're making me feel insecure," You retort, propping yourself up on your elbows so that you can look at your husband. His hair is dishevelled, ash-blonde locks ruffled from your hands incessantly running through them. It's a rare image, one that had been scarce since Eunha had joined the world. From this angle you can see the rough scars marking your skin, large wells you despairingly want to cover up. Namjoon must note the drop in your mood because he drifts up to your stomach, peppering tender kisses along the skin a determination in the simple action.

"How can I not when you taste and smell so fucking good?" He questions in between imprinting his warm mouth all over your body. "I don't think you know how hard I am right now." He glances up at that, eyes warm with affection, but you don't miss the desire behind the intensity of his stare.

The comment makes your toes curl, the coil in your gut tightening sharply from the adoration you feel. There's an abrupt burst of confidence in your chest. " Show me then."

Namjoon quirks an eyebrow, promptly shucking off the sweats he'd donned for your day off from parenting - which had hastily turned to Namjoon nestling his face between your thighs. This was only your second time dipping back into the sexual aspect of your relationship, Namjoon heeding your request to take things slow. But today he'd insisted on seeing you cum, as if he would die if you didn't fall apart underneath him at that very moment. You'd given into his demanding mouth twice already, thighs still quivering from the memory of those orgasms. You have a sneaky suspicion that Namjoon will aim for a third if you let him. You know without a doubt you will.

And even though letting Namjoon take you apart with his mouth is everything you've ever wanted, you also feel bad for neglecting him. You haven't touched Namjoon since you started repairing your confidence in the bedroom. He's been so patient, making you cum on his tongue over and over again and then pleasing himself while you blacked out on the bed. But today you want to see him come too - however he wants to.

He's achingly hard, cock red and wet with precum. It's still incredibly thick and long, the sight alone making your walls tingle with the memory of his length stretching you out. Namjoon gauges your reaction carefully, missing the slick gushing out of your cunt when he takes himself in his hands and strokes, firm and quick along his length. Your mouth falls open absentmindedly, the back of your throat aching for him to press himself there.

"This okay?" Namjoon questions, shifting so that he's right in between your spread legs, cock hard and eager for your cunt. There's a genuine throbbing down there that matches the beat of your heart, cunt just as willing to give him what he wants.

"Yes," You croak out, walls tensing desperately around nothing.

He smiles gently, stroking himself at a steady pace, a tiny uptick in his breathing causing your head to spin.

"Can you - can you just grind into me? Don't put it in but you can grind against me." Namjoon nods eagerly, hands dropping from his length and his cheeks flushed as he cups the back of thighs to spread you further apart. The first press of his cock against your dripping folds has both of your groaning, the air heavy with your joint sighs.

"Fuck! You're so wet - baby - fuck. This dripping pussy is all mine, isn't it? Hngh!" His hips piston against yours, thick length spreading your lips against to make room for him. The veins running along his cock rub directly against your clit, sharp tingles smarting through your system with every intended thrust of his. Namjoon breathing heavy into your shoulder, the thick head of his cock gingerly digging into the apex of your cunt, leaking cum all over your pussy. You can't even complain, thighs shaking with every spurt of cum your feel dribbling from the head and coating your folds. It's oddly filthy and there's already a telltale tension inside your tummy, the tight coil sitting there threatening to snap. Namjoon knows when you're close because you start to squeak, a sound that makes him harder than he possibly should be, his balls tight with a load he wishes he was coating your walls with. But this is also really good, the folds of your cunts wrapping gently around his length, leaving him dripping with your arousal. He wants you to cum so bad, a primal need in his gut driving his hips forward. "Are you gonna cum on my cock? Can you do that for me? Hmm?" 

You're squirming underneath him, twisting your pretty pussy right into his rigid dick. He forces himself to not dip his hips downwards. He does know it would be so easy to sink into your pliant pussy like this, feel your walls clinging on his cock as he coaxes another orgasm out of your strung body. Your hands pawing at his back keep him in check. And the helpless soft panting against his ear makes his body melt into your own. He knows he can cum like this. It's not even a question, given how dangerously his stomach caves when the tip of his cock nudges against your clit and you keen. A tiny sound that drives his hips harder into your own.

"Joon - ah!" Your nails are digging harshly into his back, the pressure forcing a faint groan from his mouth. He bites back the remarks he aches to say, hands squeezing at your plush thighs with the intent of leaving a mark. The room is absent of words, filled only with the sound of your squelching cunt and your shared heavy moans as he grinds his cock against you. It drives him crazy, how wet you are, slick coating his dick every time he drags it along your folds.

When he finally parts his face from the hollow of your neck, mouth pressing light kisses on your cheek, he instantly decides he'd rather taste you on his lips if he can't feel you cum around his cock.

You're bewildered when Namjoon draws away, immediately missing the press of his body on yours.

"Wanna taste you," He mumbles, sliding back down your body, eyes dark when they land on your dripping hole.

"Again?" You're not complaining, but it would have been nice to see Namjoon cum.

"Mhm. Is this okay?" Namjoon glances up, waiting patiently for your response, breath hot against your cunt.

You nod, a sharp tremor wrecking through your body when he presses his tongue flat onto your folds. You focus on that for now, how Namjoon toys with your slick, circling your sensitive clit with care, groaning deep into you when your keen at the feeling of his mouth taking you apart. There will always be another chance for you to see Namjoon cum. You’ll make sure there’ll be another chance.

[detroitbydark]

Could I ask if you'd be willing to do a second part to that Harrison and public sex story please? It's made me kinda needy

Title: Body Moves

Pairing: (smut) Tom/Reader/Harrison

Summary: Harrison has got a surprise for his girl. It's Tom. Kinda sequel to Cake but could definitely be ready alone.

A/N: First time very writing a threesome. Shit is tough! Not sure how well it turned out but here it is.

The blindfold made you nervous. Harrison had placed it over your eyes as he texted. His soft command of ‘stay’ had you perched exactly where he left you at the edge of the bed.  Games like this had become one of your favorite things about sex with your boyfriend. You could feel the cold breeze of the air conditioner on your skin, slightly more than sunkissed from your day on the beach. You sat on your knees like you’d been taught, your hands resting on your thighs. You could hear his fingers tapping against the screen of his phone. You stayed quiet, the sound of your own breathes traveling in and out of your lungs soothing you. 

“Haz?” you question quietly when you can’t hear him anymore. You jump slightly as his hand cups your cheek. 

“Shh, Love. Be a good girl for me, yeah?” His voice is warm like honey. You nod silently, pulling your lower lip between your teeth. A shiver travels up your spine as his warm hand leaves your face. “You trust me right?” He asks quietly, knowingly. “You know I’m always going to take care of you?”

You nod again. 

“Good, Sweetheart. That’s real good.” he praises gently.

The room grows quiet again and you hear the soft sounds of him moving into the living room, the door opens and closes. You strain to hear but the air conditioner cycles on high, muting all other sound.

“I’ve got a surprise for you.” You hear his voice from the doorway and the bed dips down next to you a moment later. Your heart is racing. “Gonna leave the blinders on for just a little bit longer, Princess.” 

Harrison’s fingers trail lightly over your clavicle, dipping down into the indent below as you suck in a breath. They move so softly, so delicately, as if mapping you out. They slide lower, ghosting over your the sheer lace covering your breasts. You hiss out the breath you’d been holding, can feel your nipples already pebbled from the cold, pressing against the fabric and demanding attention. He doesn’t seem to notice or care as his fingers continue to trail down, between your breasts and over the soft planes of your tummy. You feel his thumb circle your naval and have to choke back a sound. He huffs out a laugh. It’s off but you don’t think anything of it, so focused to keep your legs from trembling. You’d played this game before. Both Harrison and you had taken turns driving one another to the very limit, you just needed to be patient and he’d reward you. Lower still the teasing digits travel, walking along the hem of your panties. Your thighs are pressed tightly together and you know he won’t be able to touch you where you want most but you haven’t been asked to move. 

In a surprising move you feel his other hand fall to your thigh, the pair kneading and stroking the soft skin before disappearing and reappearing at your breasts again. With more force than before he pulls the lace cups down until your tits are spilling out. You can’t hold back the whimper as he plucks and twists your sensitive nipples. His weight shifts in front of you as one hand tangles in your hair, the other still teasing your nipple. His mouth descends on yours and you know in an instant something isn’t right. The lips are too thin, chapped. You pull back quickly and whip the blindfold off. 

“Tom?!”

The brunette stares at you with nervous eyes before he looks quickly back over his shoulder. Harrison is leaning against the door frame. His look is unreadable. You squirm back on the bed.

“What the fuck Harrison?!” you snap, anger seething in you. 

“Y/N…” Tom’s voice is placating. “Haz told me you had a...fantasy. I just wanted to make it come true for you.” His chocolate brown eyes are so sincere.

“Princess, come on, don’t be mad…” Harrison pushes off the wall and comes and kneels next to the bed. His eyes are heated, his pupils blown. He’d liked watching his friend touch you. He was unbearably hard already and hoped you would see that he’d done this for you. He can already see your eyes softening as you glance back at Tom who was plying you with the softest smile possible. Kiss ass. 

You look back to Harrison and narrow your eyes for a moment. “I don’t like how you did this.”

“Noted, Love. Never again.” He makes the sign of an X over his heart. “Promise”. 

He smiles victoriously when you turn back to Tom. “And what do you have to say for yourself?”

Harrison laughs as Tom stammers.

“I just want to make you feel good” 

You seem to take his explanation at face value and he visibly relaxes. 

“No more blindfold.” you demand primly, “This time.”

“So you’ll be a good girl from here on out?” Harrison asks. Your eyes never leave Toms as you nod quietly. 

“Good” Tom croons moving closer, “Gonna make you feel so nice Sweetheart.” Tom’s hands grip your ankles. “Lay down for me. On your back”

You glance at Harrison one last time and he nods encouragingly. Tom is pushing your knees apart before your shoulders even hit the mattress. His eyes are locked at the apex of your thighs. 

“Shit mate, is she always this wet?” He questions Harrison as his fingers run over the damp fabric clinging to you. 

Harrison chuckles at your side before moving to a nearby chair. You glance over to see him unfastening his belt and unzipping his jeans. He palms himself through his boxers as Tom wastes no time sliding your panties down and off your legs before slipping them in his back pocket. 

“You’ve got the prettiest cunt I’ve seen in a long time.” Tom says laying open mouth kisses to the inside of one thigh and than the other. 

You suck in a sharp breath as he kisses along your slit, his tongue darting out to just barely trace your folds. He laughs darkly as you twist your hips and places a strong forearm over your pelvis, pressing you back down into the bed. 

“She’s a greedy little thing. Need to keep her in line.” Harrison mumbles as his hand slides lazily up and down his length. You whine low and needy in your throat. 

“Please…” you can hear how pathetic you sound. Tom can too. He takes pity on you and licks you in one long wet stroke. It feels so good and you coo quietly as he continues, his arm is still heavy over your lower belly, but what he’s doing is not going to be enough to get you there. Luckily, Harrison knows. 

“Want to really make her hot for you?” Your boyfriend asks his best friend and you hear Tom hum as he continues to lap you. “Suck on her clit, man. Drives her wild. Trace your name, scrap her with your teeth” he offers. “She loves it all. 

You about come off the bed as Tom does what Haz instructs. You can feel him moaning against your sopping folds as he slurps wetly at your clit. Your thighs twitch in response to his ministrations. Two fingers slip inside you and you feel your heart rate increase as a warm feeling begins to build around the base of your spine. The wet sound of Tom’s fingers sliding in and out of you has your body beginning to tense. When Tom’s fingers crook inside you stars explode in front of your eyes and your body is racked with convulsions as your climax sweeps over you unexpectedly. His name spills out of your mouth in a series of breathy moans. Tom continues to suckle the last ounces of pleasure out of you until your overstimulated and squirming. When his head pops up he crawls up your body and presses his lips against yours, tongue darting in your mouth so you can taste him and your own slick.

 When he rocks back on his heels and begins pulling his shirt off Harrison sits down next to your head. His long fingers card slowly through your sweat damp hair. 

“Did Tom treat you good, Pretty Girl?”

You nod lazily, noting that Harrison is totally naked now, his cock standing at attention between his legs. You reach over and capture his slick precum on your thumb before bringing it back to your mouth. He licks his lips as he watches you taste him.

Tom lays at your other side his hands stroke up and down over your side. You can see the outline of him, long and lean, through his briefs when you glance over. 

“Not ready to be done are you, mate?” Harrison asks watching his friend taking you in. 

“Is she…?”

“She’s good to go. Aren’t you, love?” 

You nod shyly, “Never done this before.”

Harrison strokes your face gently, “We don’t have too. We’ll be fine.” Tom hums in agreement next to you.

“I want to...want to make you feel good. Both of you.” you mumble. “Maybe…” 

Harrison smiles gently as you lean over and whisper in his ear. God, he loved introducing you to new things. When you pull back away he stands up and motions for Tom to move to the head of the bed as you move back. 

“My girl wants to suck you off while I fuck her from behind.” 

Tom doesn’t hesitate a moment and quickly moves so his back is pressed against the headboard. You get on your hands and knees and move between his legs while Harrison moves behind you and grips your hips.  His hand smooths over your ass as you lean in and take Tom’s cock in hands. Your tongue licks across his slit, capturing the leaking precum. Your lips wrap around him as you slide down. Tom tangles a hand in your hair.

“Jesus her mouth is a fucking wonder.” he grunts out as he guides your head up and down his length. You moan lowly as you feel Harrison enter you from behind.

“You should feel her cunt mate” Harrison groans giving you a second to become accustomed before he start to fuck into you slow and steady. Each thrust pushes you forward, further onto Tom’s cock. You gag softly and Tom readjusts so as not to give you more than you can handle. 

“How nice does she look with her lips around you cock?” you hear your boyfriend ask.

Tom’s thumb strokes your check, “Fucking beautiful man. Your sucking me so good. Like you were made for it, weren’t you Pretty Girl?”

You try to respond but your mouth is full and the sound comes out garbled. Both boys laugh. Harrison’s grip on your hips tightens and your positive they’ll be marks in the morning as his hips snap forward. Your lost in the sensation see sawing between the two, feeling infinitely full and thoroughly fucked. Harrison leans over and a hand slips between your thighs and begins circling your clit. 

“Absolutely sopping…” he groans using your own slick to make the tight circles smoother. One of Tom’s hands reaches down and pinches at one of your nipples. It’s the perfect storm of sensation as they. It didn’t take much of the double stimulation to have you crashing roughly over the edge, barely able to stay on your hands and knees as the boys redoubled their efforts, tom fucking your mouth and harrison pounding into your sopping pussy. Tom loses his rhythm first and you love the way he hisses out your name as your swallow down each thick splash of cum that lands on your tongue. You’re panting and kitten licking at his softening cocking as Haz loses it and jerks inside you. You can feel a trickle of sweat rolling down your back and you're not sure whose it is nor do you care. The three of you disentangle and collapse on the bed. You drape yourself over Tom while Harrison goes to the bathroom and brings back a warm washcloth. He’s reverent as he cleans you up and you raise your head sleepily for him to press a kiss against your lips before you collapse back against Tom’s hard chest. You feel his warm body slot in behind yours and his hand rest softly on your side. 

“I told you I’d take care of you, didn’t I?”

It’s the last thing you hear before you fall into a blissful sleep.

[thethespacecoyote]

Smutty requests? How about some ABO Kylux? Hux has never been eaten out before. Kylo has the time of his life making his toes curl.

This is straight up “plot what plot” but I hope you like it anyway! About time I did some straight up smut for these assholes. 

Kylo has never seen such a tense, irritable omega as General Hux in his entire life.

At first he hadn’t even believed it was true. Hux, with his stringency and dry, disciplined affect, seemed the furthest from the stereotype of his breed. And while Kylo isn’t so foolish to believe all omegas are soft and nurturing, every facet of Hux’s personality feels like a conscious and targeted rejection of the traits others might expect him to express. Something necessary, Kylo supposes, in an organization that favors regimentation and focus as much as the Order does.

Observing Hux always forces Kylo to reconcile his actions with the knowledge of his endotype. Unexpectedly, there’s something that entices him about an omega that eschews all expectations, that rises to the top and even commands those who might otherwise lord above him.

Yet sometimes he feels Hux is too closed-off, too divorced from his type for his own health. Kylo understands the necessity of repression, how indulging instinctive needs too often blunts the edge of the mind, but Hux winds himself so tight it won’t be a surprise to Kylo if one day he simply snaps.

Despite the fact that the general’s complete mental breakdown might actually help Kylo—allow him to pursue his own ends without Hux’s impediment—he finds he’d rather not see the general tear himself apart. Rather Kylo finds himself thinking of Hux even when they’re apart, wondering what he might be like if he let his guard down, let his omega flourish alongside Kylo’s alpha.

So he lies in wait, ready to leap at the chance to slip through Hux’s seemingly impenetrable armor and witness what needs he might keep closest to his chest.

Kylo finally has his opportunity when he arrives onto the bridge near the end of the beta shift, eyes instantly zeroing in on Hux. Even through the material of his mask he can detect something unusual in the air, a softer scent than the average barren aroma that dominates the Order’s ranks.  

The other alphas and betas on the bridge seem to disregard the hint of their general’s alluring scent—out of fear, perhaps, but Hux’s scent really is so subtle Kylo wouldn’t be surprised if he’s the only one able to detect it. His resonance with the Force strengthens his preexisting alpha instincts, allowing him insight into Hux’s pheromones that others might miss.

He notes Hux dismissing himself from the bridge, passing off any remaining duties to his lieutenant, and after only a moment’s hesitation Kylo starts off after him, drawn by what the slight change in scent implies.

Hux is so enraptured with his own mind, hands tucked behind his back and eyebrows furrowed, that he doesn’t notice Kylo following behind him, helmet removed and steps as sibilant as he can muster with his bulk, until he stops in front of his quarters and Kylo grabs his wrist as it lifts to input the access code.

“Are you in heat?” Kylo whispers forcefully at Hux’s neck as the general jolts, snapping his head over his shoulder to glare at him.

“What do you think you’re doing, Ren?” He spits, trying to turn around but Kylo clamps his other hand on Hux’s shoulder, holding him still. He doesn’t debase himself with a struggle he knows he can’t win, but Hux still glowers at Kylo, as if it could stave him off.

Kylo, who’s endured more than enough withering stares from the general to develop an immunity, stays firm and repeats himself.

“I asked, are you in heat?”

Bewilderment briefly crosses Hux’s expression, causing his eyes to widen and lips to part open, before he snatches back a bit of composure and sneers.

“I don’t get heats. Not like others d—“ Hux stops himself, color on his cheeks. “What makes you think you’re privy to such personal information?”

Instead of answering, Kylo inhales deep and brings his hips forward, grinding himself against the general’s rear. Hux squawks, a harsher noise than Kylo has ever heard him make, and tries to shift away. He’s firmly pinned against the door, though, so all Hux can do is look upwards like his salvation from the alpha’s presence is somewhere up there.

“You’re right. It’s not quite…you’re on suppressants.” Kylo knew the strongest medications available to the Order would dampen a proper cycle, but not completely eradicate it.

Hux closes his eyes and tries to breathe in deep.

“M-My medical information is none of your concern.”

“Encrypted records do nothing to hide your scent, general.” Kylo brings his nose in close to the back of Hux’s head, trying to smell more than pedestrian shampoo on his curt locks. “You can hide less from me than you think.”

Kylo’s used to getting what he wants and—denied that—taking it from people. But it’ll be much more satisfying if Hux’s gives in willingly, acquiesces to the presence of an apex alpha. Kylo can feel the general’s heart throbbing as he presses his chest to his back, smothering his scent all over him.

“What do you even think this will accomplish?” Hux sounds less angered than before, but his eyes still warily fix on Kylo’s face when he turns to glance back at him. It’s a slim allowance at best, but Kylo goes for it, lies his intentions out—as if his scenting and grinding hadn’t already made that obvious.  

“I can take care of it for you. How you’re feeling. You know I can, if you just open the door.” He presses his fingertips into the delicate bones in the back of Hux’s hands, as if Kylo could puppet him like this. He can, with just a quick dip in the general’s mind, but Kylo feels like it won’t come to that.

And indeed, Hux scowls, his face alternating between flush and pale, and quickly types out the code before he, presumably, regrets it.

Kylo gives him no time to take it back, and quickly pushes Hux into his quarters, letting the door clip shut behind them. The general swears under his breath, bringing up the lights just so the pair can see where they’re going. Though Kylo imagines Hux might be slightly relieved if he tripped and knocked himself out cold.

He nudges Hux towards the bedroom, urging the lead-footed general along. Kylo’s more eager than he first anticipated to get Hux in bed, the specifics of an enticing plan beginning to form in his brain.

A suppressed heat may not be enough for an omega as icy as Hux to accept proper knotting, but there’s other ways to get him to melt.

He forces Hux to kneel on the bed, before pushing him down onto his chest. The general submits but not without a protesting grunt as he fists into the pillow beneath his head, going fairly still like he’d be loathe to mess up the perfectly folded bedcovers. But as Kylo divests himself of his outer layers, letting the cape and cowl fall to the floor in a heap, Hux grows a little restless and tries to fidget onto his back.

Briefly, Kylo uses the Force to keep him in place as he arranges himself above Hux, figuring out where he wants to place his hands first. This, however, doesn’t sit right with the general.

“You’re really holding me down? Typical. I don’t know why I expected better,” Hux growls like he presumed that he would try a trick like this. He squirms even more against the invisible grip on his wrists and ankles, freshly agitated. Kylo frowns, dismissing the pressure with a wave of his hand.

“I don’t have to. If you promise not to move so much and make it difficult.” Despite what Hux might think of him, Kylo wants the general to enjoy this, to not just put up with it like he puts up with his professional duties.

Hux stiffens, eyes flicking around furtively like he really is planning to bolt out of the room, but gradually he unclenches his fists and merely lies against the bed. Though he still watches Kylo—or as best as he can when the alpha moves behind him, kneeling in the space between Hux’s splayed legs.

“Do you trust me?”

Hux stares pointedly up into space.

“No.”

“Fine. But do you want me to get you off?” Kylo runs his hand down the back of Hux’s thigh, feeling his muscles tense through the fabric of his uniform. There’s little need for an answer when he can feel the pleasure Hux’s trying so desperately to hold back, but when he does respond it’s just the encouragement Kylo needs.

“I suppose.”

Or as close as he’s going to get.

At the very least, Hux stays in place now as Kylo leans over him, finally achieving the closeness he’s craved.  Yet when he tries to scent Hux it’s still muffled, like his natural odor lies pressed under a sheet of laminate, crisp and untouched. Kylo’s nose traces the soft curve where Hux’s ear joins his skull, huffing and nuzzling as his lips latch onto a spot beneath the lobe. He doesn’t make much of a sound, but Kylo can feel his throat bob as he swallows.

There’s more of Hux’s scent here, but it’s not enough. Kylo needs more. So he levers himself away from Hux and shifts backwards, giving the omega some breathing room as he determines what to do with him next.

“If I do anything you don’t like…” He murmurs, still sensing Hux’s trepidation. “Tell me. If not…let me do as I please with you.”

Truth be told, Kylo’s only been with one omega before. Apart from that, all his sexual experience comes from betas or fellow alphas—and even then it’s been awhile since he’s engaged in such distractions. Learning to command the Force and tap into the power of the Dark Side impedes engagement with the usual bodily hungers, especially sex.

Perhaps Hux isn’t the only one who needs to properly unwind.

“You’re so tense all the time,” Kylo states, straddling Hux’s legs as his hand drifts to his hip. “You’re going to end up dead one of these days if you don’t learn to relax and enjoy your body’s needs.”

“Lying prostrate before the whims of a mad alpha isn’t exactly something I find relaxing…” Hux groans, though he doesn’t protest as Kylo shifts onto hands and knees and slides the general’s legs beneath him, angling his hips up. He gives Hux a reassuring pat before flipping up the hem of his uniform and sliding his hand underneath to feel for his waistband.

Once he finds it Kylo draws Hux’s jodhpurs down to his knees, revealing where his thighs tremble together, just barely touching near the meet of his groin. Regulation-black undergarments pull tightly over his ass, so thin Kylo can almost see the white of Hux’s skin underneath. His pupils dilate slightly as he inhales, finally detecting more of the omega scent Hux desperately tries to keep hidden under the layers of his uniform.

Kylo leans down, touching his nose just above Hux’s bent knee before trailing it all the way up to his briefs, savoring the way the flesh twitches and trembles with each of his exhales. He notes Hux’s fingers as they clench into the pillowcase again, leatheris gloves crinkling in the dim light. The black collar of Hux’s jacket digs into the soft underside of his chin, his belt riding up to the bottom of his ribcage as it’s pushed along the length of his body.

Kylo wants to keep him half-clothed, enjoying the contrast between the general’s uniform above the belt and his soon-to-be debauched state below.

Hux’s thighs are slimmer than those of the typical omega, easier to fit in Kylo’s palms as he spreads them apart, just enough to unbalance Hux and keep him reliant on Kylo’s lead.

Hux tenses as the alpha starts to peel away the fabric of his undergarments, working them down to sit strung between his knees. Kylo stares, unable to stop his mouth from watering at the sight and smell unleashed by simply pulling away the last of these protective layers. As he inhales Kylo notices the subtler facets of Hux’s aroma—the basenotes of damp earth overlaid with the dusting of rosy wood that meld together in a far more organic scent than what he might have expected from a man like Hux, who used to seem as lifeless and metal as the ship they live within. 

But no. Hux is delightfully human, delightfully omega and he’s all Kylo wants in this moment. He relishes in these new sensations, trembling slightly as he tries to avoid growing too overwhelmed lest he find himself unable to give Hux the pleasure he deserves.  

He isn’t the mostly shapely omega Kylo’s ever seen but his skin looks so perfectly untouched, marred neither by scarring nor environmental damage, evidence of a life spent not pampered but guarded from those around him. New interest thrums through Kylo’s body, and as his hands travel up to Hux’s rear he debates whether he’s the first to do anything like this to him.

He thinks to ask, but checks himself. That may be crossing a line—and Kylo’s so close, mere inches away from the fragrant prize he so desires, he doesn’t want to risk undermining his chance to pleasure the general.

Kylo’s fingers press into the meat of Hux’s asscheeks, pulling them apart like he’s trying to crack open some pale, succulent fruit. The smell is as enticing as any treat Kylo’s enjoyed before, the locus of Hux’s natural aroma nestled here, begging the alpha to partake.

Surprising that someone as regimented as the general could be hiding such secret treasures, but that’s Kylo’s whole aim, isn’t it—to find these most intimate parts and unravel them from the inside out.  

Hux is too tantalizing to resist any longer, so Kylo leans in and delves his tongue between the omega’s asscheeks, flattening it right up against his hole.  

Hux jerks his head up as he lets out what Kylo can only place as a confused yowl, like a cat that’s failed to land on its feet. He jerks his head over his shoulder, cheeks beet red at he glares at the alpha—but stars Kylo can’t stop now, not when he’s had a proper taste of what Hux has to offer.

He squeezes his asscheeks, feeling up what softness clings to them as he works his tongue into Hux, curling the tip to flick at the sensitive flesh inside. He feels the shiver that rolls into Hux’s tailbone, pushing his rear firmly against Kylo’s waiting mouth.

He seals his lips around his hole in response, tongue probing further inside as Kylo laves the entire area with saliva. Hux’s labored breaths gradually give way to proper moans of pleasure as his body rocks between the pillow supporting his head and where the alpha’s tongue rolls against sensitive flesh.

It’s lovely to have Hux so yielding, body abruptly tuned to all of Kylo’s touches. So responsive and warm but still—there’s something missing.

Kylo blindly feels between Hux’s legs, brushing up against his cock. He wraps his fingers loosely over the velvety head, giving it a small tug in hopes it’ll help get him what he wants. Hux’s hips bow downwards, caught between the two points of stimulus as Kylo strokes his cock and licks over his hole in time.

Thankfully that seems to do the trick, and as Hux twitches and moans above him slick finally starts to trickle along the channel of Kylo’s tongue, the sensation nearly making the alpha shudder. It’s so warm and heady and slightly bitter and here’s the smell, the taste Kylo’s been craving all this time—now melting like the caldera of a crumbled sun all over his mouth.

And just like that the floodgates seem to open inside of Hux. Though he clasps a hand over his mouth it’s barely enough to muffle the desperate cries that burst forth from his lips as he ruts back against Kylo’s tongue. Even more slick leaks out of him, dripping like syrup on the alpha’s lips as he fails to catch all of it. The scent of heat fights against the weight of Hux’s suppressants, and though it’s not nearly enough to break free of the dampening medication it still whets Kylo’s appetite for more.

Stars. He’s become foolishly ravenous in such scant time, now wanting nothing more than to consume all of Hux inside and out.

Kylo feels his own cock start to fatten in his pants, yearning for the omega, but he wants to bring Hux to orgasm prior to sating his own pleasure. He needs to keep all his attention focused on completely unwinding his partner, rendering Hux boneless and weepy. Then he’ll try to knot him.

Fortunately it’s not long before Kylo gets his wish. Hux’s booted toes flex and grind into the bedspread as he urges Kylo deeper, and as the alpha curls his tongue sharply inside him and scrapes his canines against Hux’s rim he finally comes, cock fluttering its warm release in the broad palm surrounding it.

Kylo laps up the last drops of slick trailing out of Hux’s now swollen hole before lifting his mouth away from the omega’s rear. He finds Hux’s face still half buried in his pillow, watery green visible just below his pleasure-heavy eyelid. He pants, cheeks bright and flushed as Kylo tugs him by the hip, rolling him over onto his back.

Hux certainly looks a lot more relaxed than he had before, with his legs parting easily for Kylo as he slots into place. But the alpha doesn’t rush back in, taking a moment to stroke aside Hux’s disheveled hair before he even thinks about properly fucking him.

To his surprise, Hux turns his nose into his palm and brushes against the calloused skin, lightly scenting him. It may just be the hormones of the psuedoheat softening him, but Kylo accepts it, and cups the general’s face in turn.

“Are…are you going to do this every time I need to ‘relax,’ as you put it?” Hux murmurs, glancing up as Kylo leans over him. The alpha’s thumb glances softly over his lips, feeling his warm breath.

“You want me to?”

Hux snorts, gesturing limply downwards.

“Well, I…I certainly can’t do that to myself.”

“Not unless you broke every bone in your spine,” Kylo concurs, but his heart lifts at Hux’s implication and he presses further. “Would you be open to such an arrangement then, general?”

Thought worries at Hux’s brow for a moment, before he concedes with a nod.

“Provided you can keep this behind closed doors…I don’t see why not.”

Of course, Kylo has no intention of letting anyone else know about what’s happened here, nor anything that might come to pass between them in the future. He already feels Hux’s pleasure is a gift trusted only to him, the only alpha audacious enough to bother reaching for it. He grins, satisfied with himself.

“Perfect.”

Kylo strokes back through Hux’s hair, enjoying not only the pleased noise, akin to a purr that rumbles out of his throat—but also the knowledge that no one else will ever see, hear, or smell Hux like this but him.

[whoreforshaggyhairedboys]

Sub!Cal pt.2

thanks to @c-sainthood @slimthiccal @singt0mecalum @letsfuckndance @aspiringwildfire and @calssunflower for encouraging me with this piece! this is part two of my Sub!Cal thingy, and i really hope yall enjoy it! Part 1: https://cal-pal-cuddles.tumblr.com/post/182625494829/yanno-what-i-find-amusing-sub-cal-but-like-yall When you finally pulled away, the angry purple spot looked harsh against his trembling body. You traced it with your fingertips before pushing down, hard, unexpectedly. Calum threw his head back into the pillow, begging for you to let him make you cum, that he wanted you to release first, but, “Holy shit ohmygod(y/n) I’m so close please!” The thought of Calum being so close already gave a dizzying feeling, almost as much as the thought of controlling when he finally crossed that edge. Rearranging to a comfortable position between his legs, you couldn't help but stare in awe of the gorgeous man in front of you. A flush was visible along his chest, gleaming with sweat and jerking with his panting breath. Starting to stroke your hands along the muscles of his thighs in an effort to calm him down, you started to speak. “Shh baby, I’ve got you. Gotta breathe.” He nods shakily, making an effort to pull himself back from the edge. “Stay just like that Cal. Gonna take good care of you.” you cooed, starting to move your hands higher up his thighs with each stroke. While you wanted nothing more than to wreck Cal, leaving him a sweaty and sticky mess, the first goal of the night was learning what drives him crazy. Slowly, you curled your hand around his erection, flicking your thumb over the tip as you focused on his reactions. Pumping your hand, he hissed in relief, bucking into your hand almost immediately and bringing a hand down to your hair. You frowned before pressing his hips back into the bed. “I thought you were gonna be my good boy, Calum? What happened to listening to me?” Whining in the back of his throat, he licked his lips before quietly answering, “I didn’t mean to, you just feel so good!” “Either stay put and listen, or I’ll make sure you do.” Calum’s eyes widened, and he quickly nodded his head in hopes of you putting your hands on him once more. Huffing out a quiet laugh, you started moving your hand again, with a flick of the thumb here or a twist of the wrist there; you wanted to see him unravel. Trailing your mouth along his golden skin, you made your way back to the bruise on his hip and started to press kisses on it. Picking up the pace, you could see his breathing becoming more shallow, the flush spreading further down his chest. Cal’s hips started to move slightly, but a quick nip to the already sensitive skin (which was meant to be a warning) changed that to a harsh stutter of his hips, tangling his fingers in your hair, as he came with a loud groan. You continued helped him ride out his orgasm, but when he started to whine from oversensitivity, a whithering look put a stop to that. You stood up, quickly grabbing a belt off the floor before climbing back onto the bed and resting yourself on his chest. Pulling his wrists together above his head, you quickly looped the belt through the headboard and around his hands, rendering them useless. Calum tugs at them experimentally, groaning when he realizes the efficacy of the bind. “Since you couldn't wait for me, you owe me a little favor. I’ve always wanted to feel your lips on me.” Calum’s eyes lit up at your statement, brows furrowing in a mix of desperation and determination. He groaned at the thought, quickly agreeing, “Gon’ make you feel s’good, please let me get you off. Fuck! I need to see you cum!” You tapped your fingers against his mouth, bitten lips opening immediately to wet the tips of your fingers. Moaning quietly at the promise of what was to come, you shuffled up his chest, stopping when your center was above his mouth. Impatiently, Calum mouthed at your inner thigh until you lowered yourself within his reach. His eyes closed in satisfaction as he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking harshly at it. Digging your fingers into his hair at the sensation only encouraged him, as he switched to lap at your entrance in search of your sweetness. He was overwhelming in the best way possible, groaning as if it were just as pleasurable for him. Nuzzling his head further into the apex of your thighs, as if he’d be happy to suffocate in his own piece of heaven. Calum worked with a devotion to your body, searching for the pattern that made you grasp his curls more tightly, the flick of his tongue that drove your hips to move against his mouth of their own accord. He wanted to be the reason you were shaking and sweaty, the thought quickly bringing the blood rushing south once more. The louder you got and the harder you tugged on his hair, the more worked up Calum became. Groaning against your soaking heat, he tugged at the belt, desperately wishing to touch you. He wanted to wrap his hands around your hips, guiding your rocking against his face; to sink his fingers deep into your velvety walls and draw out moans until you were shaking. He wanted to make you feel the same way you do him. With these thoughts running through his mind, and the loud praises spewing from your lips, he could feel the tightening in his gut. Amping up his effort, he started tracing his name on your little bundle of nerves. When you realized, you let out a loud moan, as filth started to fall from your lips. You knew you were getting close to the edge, but you needed to remind him of who was in charge. “‘Gon make me cum babe? Look so pretty with your head between my thighs. Treat me so well, can’t wait to ride your cock. Fill me up so good, wanna feel you so bad.” While your words had started off strong, by the end of the sentence, you were a moaning mess. Calum voiced his encouragement, making it that much easier to lose yourself, though his words were slurred by lust and buried in your arousal. “C’mon pretty girl. Need’ta see ya break. Wan’ taste you s’bad.” Just as you tipped over into that blissful oblivion, your nails raked down Calum’s chest, leaving marks in their wake. This was the last straw for calum, who had been in awe of the sight of you; your head thrown back in pleasure and pussy grinding into his mouth. Whining at the pain that was just on the right side of pleasure, along with your vulgar words, Calum came untouched. Bucking his hips into the air, his cock leaked sticky cum onto his stomach as pleasure coursed through his veins. Panting, you climbed off his chest, breath catching in your throat as you caught sight of Cal’s face. Red lips were shiny with you slick, eyes blown wide with lust and hair that screams sex. You grabbed a shirt to wipe off his stomach before resituating back on his lap, stretching yourself across his torso to mouth at his jawline. The salty taste of his skin, mixed with the heat of your bodies and the endorphins running through your systems gave an indescribable feeling. Dragging your lips from his jaw to his mouth, you groaned at the feeling of his lips against yours. Languidly kissing, the two of you shared secretive smiles and giddy laughs, basking in the glow of the moment. You could feel his solid muscle contracting as you moved together, the heat of your bodies starting to rise once more as your playful nipping became more frequent. Unconsciously, you shifted in his lap, the answering groan prompting you to acknowledge the increasing pressure against your entrance. Slowly starting to move your hips, Calum's hips rose to meet your thrusts. His tip scraped across your clit, causing you to increase your movements, the pleasure sending shockwaves through your body. As your hips clashed with each other’s, your wetness coated his cock, leaving both of you breathless at the feeling. Cal whined lowly, looking at you with eyes begging to do something. You quickly got the idea, rising up only to lower yourself on his cock. Your walls stretched to accommodate him, both of you hissing at the relief of finally being connected so intimately. Settling atop his thighs, you gasped that you needed a minute. Calum’s body was taut from trying not to move, but you could see his teeth worrying at his bottom lip. Slowly, you started to grind your hips against his. Feeling him so deep was almost like a drug, pressing into all the right spots, it was almost too much. You both needed more, and when you started to shift your hips, you were quick to set a brutal pace. The sound of your bodies coming together filled the room, your arousal making a crude noise that, along with the moans tumbling from your mouths, created a dirty symphony. Calum’s biceps were flexing against the hold of the belt, his frustration of not touching evident on his face. “Please baby, lemme touch ya. Been s’good for ya, need to hold ya lovie, ‘m beggin’ ya!” You moaned in agreement, stopping your movements just long enough to undo the clasp, Calum’s arms immediately ripping from their restraints to grab your hips. His hands dug into your skin as he helped you set a pace once more, this time with his hips snapping up to meet yours. The change was drastic as the knot in your stomach continued to tighten, and your nails found purchase on his broad shoulders. “Need ya t’ mark me up. Show everyone ‘m yours, wanna see it m’self.” Calum gasped out, sweat building around his temples as he brings one of his hands to rub at your clit. They’re uncoordinated circles, faltering even more as your nails make tracks across his back (he hopes they'll be visible for days. He was never a fan of shirts anyways, but if he has your marks, he refuses to cover them up.) You take over, grinding your hips against yours to keep him as deep as possible, bending to muffle your groans with a bite to his collarbone. “Come with me Cal, I wanna feel you. You wanna be good for me, don’t you? Fucking feel so good, ruined me for anyone else.” At this, Calum’s breath catches in his throat before a whine is choked out. His hips slam into yours before he releases. With his fingers still rubbing harsh circles on your clit, you fall over the edge right after him, both of you loudly moaning at the sensation. His hands move to your hips, helping you ride out your highs before wrapping around you and collapsing back against the mattress. Your chests heaving from the exertion, satisfaction radiating from the two of you. Calum slips out of you as you turn to face him, brushing a sweaty curl from his forehead. “I meant what i said, you know. Want you to be mine, wanna be yours.” You thought you had misheard him at first, but the shy smile told you otherwise. No words were needed as you confirmed that you wanted that too, as a slow kiss was exchanged. Pulling back, you rested your head on his chest, not quite ready to get up to clean up, when suddenly, you remembered, “So, painkink, huh? We’re gonna have some fun with that.” Blushing, he ducked his head as you laughed, already planning ways to use that information.

[aurora-the-kunoichi]

Chance Meeting

Chapter Four

Turtles and Reader

 The next few days you found yourself slowing down as you passed the empty alleyway Leonardo and Raphael had left you in, hoping to see large shadows waiting for you. There were so many unanswered questions, and you kicked yourself for leaving so soon just to get some fucking sleep. The one chance in your life to have something exciting happen and you needed your goddamn beauty sleep. Which you didn’t get and haven’t’ been getting the past few nights. So it was just a colossal waste of time and you blew it. You probably would never see them again, never see him again and that stung more than you cared to admit.

Maybe if you went down that manhole looking for them? Perhaps you could find them….or you would get lost in the catacombs of New York’s vast maze of sewers and die alone. Yeah, that didn’t sound like too much fun. They probably weren’t even thinking about you, just an afterthought of another night watching the city. That was another question haunting you, what were they doing out there that night? Were they protecting the city, patrolling for crimes to bust?

You had plans on going home and vegging out in front of the TV like you always do but a call from the Chief of police Rebecca Vincent had you making a detour to the New York police station. She needed you to make a statement and hopefully identify them to keep the assholes behind bars for several years. You didn’t really feel like reliving that horrible moment, but it was your duty to keep them off the streets.

Passing through the metal detector at the front door you were greeted by Rebecca herself and what seemed like her assistant. A warm but firm handshake and you were off to her office, the assistant bringing up the rear.

Entering her office, you gasped seeing the woman you had helped that night sitting on a chair waiting anxiously. Her face was black and blue and puffy from the assault. Her lip was busted but seemed to be healing nicely a dark red scab covering the wound and her left arm in a cast. Her dull green eyes lit up seeing you walk through the threshold and shot to her feet her arms latching around your neck in a hug.

“Omg! It’s you! Thank you thank you thank you!” she babbled between shaky sobs. You could feel her begin to tremble as she tried to hug you tighter but her broken arm prevented a strong grip.

You helped her and wrapped your arms around her completing the embrace. You too could feel the hot sting of tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

“It’s ok, I’m just glad you’re ok.” You whispered trying to keep your emotions in check.

After a few long moments the woman finally let you go looking into your eyes before sitting back down on the chair she had started in.

Rebecca Vincent looked at both of you knowingly placing her hand on a closed manila envelope. |I know you both don’t care to revisit this day but I’m afraid we must. We need each of your statements and a line up has been set up for you both to look at to identify the men that assaulted you. But don’t worry they cannot see you.” Her voice was calm and reassuring, you wondered how many times she had to do this? Probably too many times to count which sent a cold shiver up your spine.

It only took 30 minutes for both of you to give your statements. You had learned the woman you saved was named Luca and she was on her way home from a study group that night. They had come up behind her groping and laughing before shoving her into the alleyway to attack her. Your fists clenched into angry balls listening to her recount the fight she had to put up to protect herself, her sobs reverberated through your skull fueling your rage.    

After she was finished you told your story and you felt Luca reach over covering your balled up fists with her soft hand. She was trying to sooth you as you relived the moment in your mind. Your voice began to falter when you neared the end of your story, you had thought you were going to die where you were saved by four massive mutant turtles. What should you say? You obviously can’t say the truth. They would think you were batshit crazy. Before you could finish Rebecca coughed startling you to a stop. Your eyes met hers, you could see the hesitance in her gaze.

“That’s when the officer found you right?” She finished for you thankfully. You had forgotten she knew about them.

“Yes, yes I’m sorry. It all happened so fast, I was dizzy from the blows to the back of my head and the lack of oxygen. The officer came out of nowhere and saved me tackling the guy to the ground.” You took a few deep breaths, you hated lying but this was something Luca didn’t need to know about. Hell you shouldn’t even know about them.

The walk to the lineup was excruciatingly long. You wanted this over and you wanted them behind bars. Entering into the dark room you looked into a large room behind what you assumed was a two-way mirror that was sound proof. There was a large white board on the wall with measurements to get the assailants height. Rebecca pressed the red button on the wall and told the other person on the next line to send them in.

After a few moments six men marched into the room looking very angry and stood a few feet away from each other their back against the white wall. Your gut rolled in knots recognizing all three of the men who attacked you both and by the look of Luca’s face she recognized them too.

“Ladies?” Rebecca started. “Do you recognize anyone in the line up from that night?”

You both nodded and at the same time answered. “Two, Four and Five.”  

As if they could hear you the last one who nearly killed you laughed and pointed at the mirror rubbing his crotch. “Ladies, I know you’re there. When I get out I’ll find you and finish what we started.”

“Bring it motherfucker.” You hissed under your breath ready to punch the glass that separated you from that scum. If he wanted a rematch you’d give him one. This poor excuse for a human wasn’t going to scare you; you would fight if you had too. He wasn’t going to affect your life, you were no helpless sheep.

“Please note both victims identified perps Two, Four and five as their assailants and please note what Five threatened and his lewd gesture.” Rebecca called to her assistant before pressing the red button again to remove them from your sight.  

That night was the first night in a while you slept well, Luca and you have identified them without hesitation and that idiot pretty much confessed right to the chief of police. Rebecca said with the samples they pulled from Luca when she went to the hospital that night matched all three of the men and would mean a slam dunk in court. Those assholes would be found guilty.

The next day at work was easy, it was Friday and the boss was gone today so the usual stress wasn’t looming in the air. A rep had shown up bringing bagels for the office which was a score for the day as well. Now the day was over and it was time to get out of here for the weekend. Saying goodbye to your co-workers you headed out into the night towards your car. As usual your eyes scanned the alleyway and found nothing but you decided to walk over to it anyways. Not entering into the darkness you stood there eyes drawn to the dumpster that the back of your head had met several times. A phantom pain throbbed unexpectedly and you rubbed it away.

“Are you looking for anything in particular Ma’am?” A voice suddenly came in the darkness catching you off guard.

The familiar faces of Leonardo and Donatello emerged from the shadows their eyes solely on you. This was the first time you had seen them out of their home and without the haze of a concussion. On the back of Leo you could see hilts of twin katanas strapped to his back with his harness and the ends of the hilts were wrapped in blue ribbon with tails whipping in the wind. Behind Donnie was a long bo staff but it looked like it was modified? Like there were electric prongs at each end? Was it electrified?

There was a long silence before you realized you hadn’t said anything back to the two mutant turtles. You coughed sheepishly and stepped into the opening of the alleyway towards the turtles, away from prying eyes.

“I might have been looking for someone? What’s it to ya?” you felt a little bold coming from a good day at work and the look Leo was giving you gave you a boost of confidence. You licked your lips and by pasted the blue turtle making sure to brush up against him slightly to get to Donnie. You had only one other interaction with Leo but there was something with him tonight? His playful posture and his eyes were electric. Out of the corner of your eye you saw him turn to follow your body into his brother’s arms. You heard his tongue click in the back of his throat in a silent retort.

Donnie saw the hug coming so he leaned down accepting your embrace wrapping his arms around you picking you up off the ground. Setting you back down on the ground your feet shuffled back into something hard, looking up you because painfully aware your backside was pressed up against Leo’s hard plastron.

Leo rested his large hands on your hips steadying you but kept you right where he wanted you, against him. Without you knowing he took a deep breath taking in your smell, sweet and intoxicating just like the other night. It hadn’t diminished in the slightest to his delight.

“The lair has been abuzz since your quick presence the other day. We came up here wondering if you wanted another trip down if you had any more questions for us?” Leo leaned down almost whispering in your ear, his lips brushing the top of your earlobe.

He was deliberating trying to make you feel hot and bothered and it was working. Heat, unbearable delicious heat shot to the apex of your thighs when the hot breath from his mouth skimmed over the sensitive skin of your neck. You tried not to squeeze your legs together to squelch the throbbing he had started but your body was moving involuntary at this point and he had noticed. The jerk, what was he getting at? He had to have realized your attraction to him; you were practically drooling that night in their home, which was the only logical explanation for this sexual tension between you two. You had only met them once but he was unquestionably playing to that. The question was, did he return the attraction or was he just playing with you?

Chapter Three

Chapter Two

Chapter One

[rainforest-rosegold]

Soulbound

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It was supposed to be a straightforward visit to a peaceful planet: Land on Vordus-8.  Attend the new Prime Minister’s inauguration.  Officially induct Vordus-8 into the Coalition.  Go sightseeing, time permitting.  The Galra weren’t supposed to show up and attack unexpectedly.  Lance wasn’t supposed to have a brush with death.  And Pidge certainly wasn’t supposed to make a split-second decision that would change the course of both of their lives.

The day after the inauguration found Team Voltron picnicking in an open, grassy area high in the mountains, next to a cliff overlooking distant forests, rivers, and lakes.  The view was breathtaking, to be sure, but without her Paladin armor and the jet pack that came with it, Pidge couldn’t help being wary of the drop.

The sun was shining, the Vordian sky was vivid teal, and the temperature could not have been more perfect as the Paladins and their companions enjoyed the actual, non-goo meal Hunk had prepared.  As Keith bit into a sandwich, the jagged, cryptically curling crimson soulmark all down his right arm began to glow faintly.  “What did you put in this to make it so tasty, Hunk?” he demanded, staring at the sandwich as though suspicious of its deliciousness.

Hunk shrugged.  “Honestly, I’m not sure.  Some sort of spicy Vordian pepper-like vegetable, something that Vordian chef called murglak, that tasty shredded steak we had at the banquet, and a splash of my special sauce.”  He tried to brush off the compliment, but from the faint yellow gleam from beneath his right sleeve, it was clear he was pleased with himself.  Pidge decided she had to try one of the sandwiches herself and was not disappointed.

The afternoon passed in a similarly leisurely manner as the Paladins and their companions enjoyed a day free of fighting and stress.  As the shadows lengthened, Lance stood, wandering toward the cliffside.  “Look at that,” he breathed, beckoning the others over.

Pidge came to stand beside him, trying to figure out what he was talking about.  “So… what are we looking at?”

“That.”  Lance pointed at the horizon, and Pidge caught her breath.  Although billions of sunsets happened every day throughout the universe, she had to admit that this one was especially breathtaking, with Vordus-8’s greenish sun turning the clouds vivid shades of blue, green, and gold and lighting up the countryside far below them with mellow fire.

“It’s beautiful,” Allura murmured.

“Not as beautiful as you, Princess,” Lance said, waggling his eyebrows and completely ruining the mood.  Pidge jabbed him with her elbow, telling herself it was because Allura and Keith were on their way toward a relationship and she didn’t want Lance to mess that up; it certainly had nothing to do with her own feelings.

“Ow,” Lance complained, rubbing his side and giving her an offended look.  “What was that for?”

Pidge rolled her eyes, opening her mouth to respond, but then motion in the distance caught her eye.  “Wait, what’s that?”

“Hey, don’t change the subject!” Lance said indignantly.

“Shush,” Pidge insisted.  “Does anyone else see that?”

The other Paladins squinted at the horizon.  “I can’t tell what it is,” said Hunk ruefully.

“They,” Keith corrected.  “There’s two -- no, three -- five of them?”

Allura held up a hand to block out the blinding light of the sunset.  “I think they’re getting closer…”  Suddenly, her eyes widened.  “Everyone get back from the edge!”

Keith and Hunk immediately backed up while Pidge squinted at the ever-enlarging dots.  “What are they?”

“Galra fighters.”  Allura’s tone was urgent.  “We need to get back to the Castle, now.”

Pidge nodded and took a step back, and later was very glad she did.  The fighters began blasting at them, and the Paladins raced toward the cover of the trees.  “Coran!” Allura yelled into her communicator.  “You need to bring the Castle to our location as quickly as possible!  The Galra are here!”

Suddenly, with a loud bang and a crumbling sound, a chunk of the cliff began to fall, revealing that they had spent the afternoon on an outcropping of the mountainside.  As luck would have it, Lance was on the chunk of falling rock.  He leaped for the new edge, his determined expression transforming into one of panic as it became clear he wasn’t going to make it.

Pidge acted without thinking.  As Lance passed the apex of his trajectory and began to fall in earnest, she reached out, managing to grasp his left hand in her own.  As their palms met, she felt a warm tingle race up her arm, but she couldn’t focus on that now.  Yanking with all her might, she managed to pull him toward her, changing his path enough that instead of falling to an early death, he crashed straight into her, sending both of them tumbling in a confused tangle of arms and legs.

The Castle soared into view, its defenses blasting at the small Galra force, and Pidge and Lance hastily extricated themselves from each other.  As they sprinted toward the Castle, Pidge was hyper-conscious of Lance’s shock, tension, and residual terror tinged with relief.  She glanced over at him to make sure he was okay, and her heart sank as her gaze landed on his left arm.  The arm that should have lacked a soulmark until he chose to soulbind with someone.  The arm that was now clearly marked with a very familiar curling, vine-looking pattern.

There was no use denying it to herself.  Pidge recognized that soulmark -- she had traced it up and down her right arm countless times, wondered who she would soulbind with, imagined it adorning the left arm of any number of her crushes.  Since meeting her team at the Garrison, she had often imagined it on the arm of a certain rakish fighter pilot.  Never once had she suspected it would ever actually appear there, and especially not by accident.  It can’t be true, she thought stubbornly.  There’s no way that’s my soulmark.  She rolled up her left sleeve to prove it to herself, only to find her fears confirmed in the form of a blue wave-like soulmark swirling from her left palm up into her sleeve.  For better or worse, she and Lance were soulmates now.

“Lance, I’m sorry!” Pidge repeated for what must have been the millionth time.

Lance turned away, trying to ignore the flood of emotions.  Why did girls have so many of them?  Guilt, regret, desperation, and anger, sure, but also a tinge of delight -- some part of Pidge was very happy indeed to have soulbound with Lance, and Lance felt disgust at having been manipulated creeping at his throat.

The trouble with being soulmates was that she could sense his emotions as well. “I promise, I really didn’t mean to soulbind with you!” Pidge cried, and Lance knew if he turned around to look at her, he’d see the tears in her eyes.

“Maybe you should have thought of that before taking away my choice in the matter!”

And suddenly, anger overtook Pidge’s mess of feelings.  “What did you want me to do, let you fall to your death?”

“I don’t know, okay?”  Lance stood, annoyed with the conversation, the whole soulmate thing, and especially Pidge.  “I don’t want to even look at you right now.”  He stalked from the lounge, his sense of Pidge’s emotions slightly lessening as he left her presence.  Despite the increased distance and the walls between them, both literal and metaphorical, he could feel her anguish all the way back to his room.

Despite their best efforts, the soulbond between Pidge and Lance continued to strengthen, and they began actively avoiding each other to avoid having to deal with the other’s emotions.  Unsurprisingly, the rest of the team picked up on this, and so it was that the next less busy quintant about an Earth week later found a very concerned Allura at Pidge’s door.

“What do you want?”  Pidge’s voice came out much more hostile than she had intended.

“I want to know what’s going on between you and Lance,” Allura replied without preamble.  “May I come in?”

Pidge huffed but opened the door wide enough to admit the Black Paladin.  “Fine.  Make yourself at home.”

Allura carefully climbed over the piles of clothing and dismantled technology to perch on the edge of Pidge’s bunk.  “Shiro explained your soulmarks to me when I first met all of you, but that doesn’t explain why you and Lance have been so at odds lately.”

“It’s because usually people choose to soulbind.”  Pidge tried and failed to keep the bitterness out of her voice.  “With Lance and me, it happened by accident, so while we can pick up on one another’s emotions and even hear a few of each other’s thoughts, that doesn’t mean we have to like it.”

Allura proved to have good intuition even without being Pidge’s soulmate.  “You have… feelings for him, don’t you?”

Pidge nodded miserably.  “He hates me now, though.  If I ever had a chance with him, it disappeared when I took his choice away.”

“When you saved his life,” Allura corrected.

“Yeah, well, that’s not how he sees it.”

Allura scowled.  “If Lance doesn’t realize what he has right in front of him, he’s even denser than I thought.”  Unexpectedly, she pulled Pidge into a hug.

While Pidge appreciated the gesture, she just wasn’t in the mood for it, pulling away after a few seconds.  “I just don’t know what I'm supposed to do about all this.”

Allura hummed.  “I don’t know, but I do know the mice made a discovery last night that may interest you.”

Pidge sat up straighter, intrigued.  “What did they find?”

“An old invention of my father’s that never really caught on,” said Allura.  “I can guarantee you’ve never seen anything like it.”

Pidge stood.  “Where is it?”

“Follow me.”  Allura left the cabin, leading Pidge through the castle down to a closet just off the ballroom.  She quickly unlocked the closet and began to pull out something very large.  “He never did… come up with… a name for it,” Allura panted as she dragged out whatever-it-was.  “It was supposed to be the next big musical innovation, but nobody could get the hang of playing it.”

Allura stopped and stepped aside, allowing Pidge to get a good look a large, oddly-shaped wooden box with myriad strings inside.  An odd-looking system of hammers seems to be the method for making sound with it, activated by pressing rows of purple and blue keys… Pidge laughed out loud when she realized.  “It’s a piano!”

Allura blinked.  “A what?”

“An instrument we have on Earth,” Pidge explained.  “It looks a little different, but the structure is basically the same, and it’s probably the most widely-played instrument on the planet.”  She pulled out a frequency sensor that had come in handy more times than she could count, set it to detect sound waves, and hit the key that would have been A on an Earth piano.  Somehow, even after ten thousand years, the note’s frequency was still a perfect 440Hz.  Delighted, she sat down on the bench and spread her fingers over the keys, glancing at Allura.  “May I?”

Allura laughed delightedly.  “Be my guest!”

Pidge needed no further prompting.  After stumbling through a few scales, she began to regain her feel for the instrument, gaining confidence as her hands remembered the skills they had possessed before she became the Green Paladin.  Soon she was gliding through lively sonatas, coaxing out haunting laments, and pounding out her favorite showtunes, too engrossed to notice when Allura quietly sidled from the room.  The only times she glitched were when she caught sight of her left hand, occasionally missing notes when met with the still-unfamiliar sight of Lance’s soulmark.

Completely absorbed in playing, Pidge failed to notice when the ballroom door opened once more, and even the increased sense from her soulmarks escaped her notice… that is, until Lance spoke, snapping her from her piano-induced reverie.  “I didn’t know we had a piano here.”

“Gah!  Lance!”  Pidge jolted away from the piano, cutting herself off mid-song.  “What are you doing here?”  Her words came out more hostile than she intended.

Lance scowled.  “I mean, I thought maybe we could talk, since you seemed to be in a better mood than usual, but I guess that’s not happening.”  He turned to leave.

“Wait!  That’s not -- I didn’t --”  Pidge’s less-than-cohesive sentences fell on deaf ears as Lance stalked from the room.  The fleeting joy of her music long gone, she buried her head in her arms, wishing she could block out Lance’s mix of confusion and hostility.

The next quintant, Team Voltron was back on duty, working to free planet Morixos from the Galra’s oppressive presence.  Lance and Pidge were able to set aside their argument long enough to form Voltron and defeat the fleet stationed in the system, but the battle left everyone emotionally taxed.

The blue-skinned Morixite leader seemed to pick up on this as the Paladins and Coran trooped tiredly into the celebratory banquet in their honor.  “What is wrong, Paladins?” she asked, and Lance hoped she wouldn’t overbalance as she tilted her oversized head to one side.  “This was a great victory, yes?  Let us celebrate!”

Hunk’s soulmark gleamed as servants brought out tray after tray of exotic-looking food, most of it blue, but nobody else seemed able to muster much energy.  Lance ate without gusto, unable to even enjoy the attention several charming blue girls were lauding him with.  That whole fight was way too close, he reflected grimly, forced to the realization that it was because of the tension between him and Pidge that it had taken them four tries to form Voltron.  From the shame and general grumpiness emanating from Pidge in waves, he figured she felt the same.

Sure enough, as the leader finished her heartfelt speech thanking Team Voltron for everything they had done, Pidge stood.  “I, ah… I need some time alone.”  Her voice shook slightly, and nobody tried to stop her as she fled from the room.  Lance watched her go, wondering if he should go after her.  Maybe I’ve been too harsh with her…  But, no, he could sense her feelings of stifledness, her desire to be anywhere but that banquet hall at that moment.  Near him.  It hurt, but he understood, and with a sigh, he turned back to the banquet table.

“Hey there, handsome,” said a sultry voice.  Lance turned and saw a Mixolite girl who, despite her resemblance to a bobblehead, was quite pretty.  “You look stressed.  Maybe you could use a back rub?”

Normally, Lance would have been tempted, but his mind was elsewhere that night.  “No, thanks.”

The girl looked hurt.  “Are you sure?  I give good ones, especially to boys as cute as you.”

“I said no,” Lance repeated a little bit harshly.  “Would you leave me alone?”  He pretended not to notice the other Paladins staring at him in surprise as the Mixolite stalked away in a huff.

“Aren’t you going to eat anything, Lance?” Allura asked, forcing a change of subject.  “It’s impolite not to, you know.”

“And it’s really good,” Hunk added.  “You have got to try the blue stuff!”

“Hunk, that’s literally all of it,” Lance deadpanned.

“Exactly!”

Lance had just begun reaching for a piece of elaborate blue bread when a burning tingle raced up his left arm.  “Ow!”

“What’s wrong?” Allura asked, her voice tinged with concern.

Lance felt a flood of emotions that were not his own -- surprise, panic, anger.  Intense pain.  He launched to his feet.  “Pidge!”

“Didn’t she say she wanted to be alone?” Keith protested as Lance sprinted for the door.

“I have to help her!”  Lance knew he wasn’t making sense, but there wasn’t time to explain.  Ignoring the disapproving looks of everyone in the room, he sprinted back toward the Castle.  As he ran, Blue seemed to sense his desperation, swooping from her hangar to scoop him up in her mouth.  “Thanks, girl,” he painted, trying to get his breath back.

Now… where is she?  Lance thrust the control sticks forward, zooming over the planet’s azure surface at full throttle, trying to steer in the direction where he could feel Pidge’s emotions most strongly.  “C’mon, old Blue, faster,” he muttered through clenched teeth as his Lion swooped upward, heading for the planet’s atmosphere.

Lance followed the sensation of Pidge’s fear and defiance, wincing at the burning sensation from her soulmark.  I’m coming, Pidge, he thought determinedly, pushing Blue to go faster still.

And suddenly, with a tingle from his palm to his heart, a thought pierced Lance’s mind that was not his own.  Lance?

The soulbond!  Lance had heard of soulmates occasionally communicating telepathically, but it was a rare occurrence even on Earth.  It’s me.  Lance put all his mental energy into transmitting the thought to Pidge.

I’m in a Galra fighter.  It was clear Pidge was trying desperately to hold it together.  I think we’re headed for Galra Central Command.

I’m on my way.  Lance could have cried with relief.  Pidge was a captive, but for the moment, she was relatively safe.  He’d make it to her in no time.  As these thoughts took over his mind, he felt a wave of hope from Pidge drown out her panic, and he urged Blue onward, determined to reach her before she reached Galra Central Command.

“So, little Paladin, want to hear what Haggar’s going to do with you once I turn you in and claim my reward?”

Pidge didn’t, but as her entire body seemed to be in a temporary state of paralysis due to whatever the smug Galra officer had hit her with, she didn’t get a say in the matter.  Making a valiant effort to tune out his grating voice as he droned about all the terrible tortures Haggar would put her through, Pidge gritted her teeth, trying to force her mouth to open.

About a varga later (though it felt like deca-phoebs), Pidge regained a bit of control, forcing her jaw open.  “You won’t live to regret this,” she spat.

“Oho!  The little Paladin speaks!”  The Galra officer glanced offhandedly in her direction.  “I suppose that means it’s wearing off.  Can’t have that, now, can we?”  With a flick of his wrist, he jabbed her again with his stunner, simultaneously giving her an electric (or quintessential?) shock and injecting something into her veins.  Pidge’s body spasmed, and if she could have screamed, she would have; it felt like she was being torn apart from the inside.

The Galra officer studied her face, smirking at what he saw.  “Much better,” he approved.  Pidge found herself wishing telepathic murder was possible.  Thankfully, the agony faded unnaturally quickly, replaced by stifling numbness.

Sudden sensation caught her off guard as a tingle down her left arm broke through the maddening nothingness.  I can see fighters ahead.  Which one are you in?

The lead one, Pidge replied hurriedly.  I can’t move, so you’ll have to find a way to get me out.

Got it.  Pidge reached out through her soulbond, clinging tightly to Lance’s determination and the knowledge that he was on his way for her.  Hope for her rescue battled with worry, which she stamped down.  Of course he’d be okay.  Of course they’d make it through this and be safe and together in no time.

A voice came on over the fighter’s communicator.  “Blue Lion approaching, sir.  What are your orders?”

“Blast!”  The Galra officer let loose a string of what Pidge assumed was profanity.  “Shoot it down!  Keep it away from my ship!”  Pidge felt the fighter accelerate to escape the Lion.

They’re turning around to attack!  Panic filtered through the soulbond along with Lance’s ‘voice.’  I can’t tell which one was in the lead!

Ignore them, Pidge insisted.  The guy who has me is trying to get away!

Through her soulbond, Pidge could imagine Lance taking a deep breath and setting his jaw.  Moments later, there was a muffled boom, and the fighter jolted.  Are you wearing your armor, Pidge?!  The sudden thought from Lance came accompanied by a surge of panic.

Yes… what are you planning?  Pidge had a feeling she knew, and it wasn’t going to be pleasant.

In the silent oblivion of space, Pidge couldn’t hear the Blue Lion’s weapons firing, but she heard them impact the fighter and felt the jolts as the Galra officer desperately tried to keep the ship steady.  Moments later, Pidge was blinded by a brilliant, fiery flash and crash that launched her out into nothingness, helpless to stop herself from spinning or control her trajectory away from the explosion.

Pidge’s flailing, chaotic flight lasted maybe a dobosh before sound returned and she landed heavily on something hard and flat.  “Pidge!  Are you okay?”  Black spots danced before her eyes, and the last thing she saw before consciousness faded entirely was a very concerned Lance.

“This isn’t my fault, is it?”  Lance stared worriedly at the motionless form of his soulmate floating catatonic in the healing pod.

“It was the fault of the Galra who abducted her, not you,” Allura assured him.

“For the twenty-seventh time,” Keith muttered.

Coran hummed.  “She appears to have been exposed to small doses of concentrated quintessence, coupled with some sort of muscle-freezing drug.  She’ll be okay, but it might take a few quintants.”

“Okay.”  As the rest of the Paladins and Coran left the room, Lance approached the pod.  “I know you can’t hear me right now, but I need to get this off my chest.”  He took a deep breath.  “I… I’m sorry.  When you soulbound with me, I thought… I didn’t know what to think.  I pushed you away when I should have been thanking you, even though I could feel how much it was hurting you.  And, well, if you want the truth, it hurt me, too.  I care about you a lot, Pidge.  I mean, understanding you as well as I do now with the whole soulmate thing, it would be hard not to, but it’s more than that.  All this time we’ve been in space, I’ve realized you make me smile like no one ever has.  You’re smart, and funny, and brave, and kind… I guess what I’m trying to say is, every time I flirted with alien girls, every time I tried to get Allura to notice me, I was lying to myself.  Deep down, it’s always been you.  The truth is, I’m in love with you, and I’ve been a real idiot to not realize it sooner.”  Lance squeezed his eyes shut, pressing his palms against the surface of the healing pod as if to pierce through Pidge’s coma with love alone.

Searing heat.  Lance gasped, his eyes snapping open just in time to see Pidge's soulmarks begin to glow -- a quick look revealed that his own were glowing as well, more brightly than he had ever seen.  The monitors beside the healing pod went haywire for a moment before settling to a normal, healthy pattern.  The surface of the pod dissolved, and Pidge collapsed into Lance’s arms.  “Lance…?” she murmured, her voice ragged.

“I’m here, Pidge.”  How was this possible?  He held her tightly against his chest, gently rubbing her back.

“I heard what you said.”  Lance let go of Pidge in surprise.  “About… you know.  This.”  She held out her left arm, where Lance’s soulmark still glowed brilliant blue.

“How, though?  And how are you okay?”

Pidge shrugged.  “Humans have had soulmates for thousands of years, but we still haven’t figured out much about what they can do.  What we can do.”

“Hey, if it means my soulmate doesn’t have to spend several more quintants in a healing pod, I’m fine with that.”

Pidge shuffled her feet.  “So, um… about the whole accidental soulbinding thing… we’re cool, right?”  Like, you’re not still upset about mmmf!”  She let out a startled noise as Lance shut her up with a kiss.

[shatteredstars]

Desideratum

He misses the music of his home village, clear voices raised in song in a paean to the peaks and golden light. While arguably the local customs fit similarly, the setting seems wrong. The heat of melting steel scents the air instead of the clear bite of ice on the wind; a soft pink carpet of drifting petals coats the ground beneath his feet, rather than the quiet crunch of snow. Even the hunting takes a strange turn in this land of steep cliffs and long falls with the use of the unique endemic life abundant in the region.

Lugh sighs and traces his fingers against the wood of the steel mill, taking reprieve in a brief moment of quiet before this village’s chief and its local guild leader seek him for an audience to introduce their two homegrown hunters to him. Twins, from the sound of it, and apparently accomplished. He’s curious how they’d do against something like a Barioth from his homeland, given the most dangerous creature locally is...an interesting fight, from the sounds of it. One which he has not yet had the pleasure to hunt.

“Guild master?” A comely Wyverian girl smiles uncertainly at him, dressed in elaborate overlapping lacquered plates and wide red trousers so unlike the heavy furs of his home. The sleek black curtain of her hair twists up into pretty loops, tied with thick red string. Even the respectful bow she gives him feels strange, though it shouldn’t; he’s run the gamut of unfamiliar customs by now.

“Please, lead the way.” He inclines his head in turn, knowing his lack of expression lightly sets her at unease, but he’s worn out from public niceties. As a visiting representative from another region’s Guild, he’s seen many of them, and it seems no matter what he does he commits a faux pas. At least if he is aloof and distant, it can be explained away by  his very foreignness.

They walk under the overhanging eaves of tile-topped buildings, past a quaint canteen serving a strange and springy dessert he isn’t used to. She ducks past a painted silk curtain to lead him into a warm room with a low desk to one side, the roof looming low over his head. He fights claustrophobia and looks around.

There they are, the twin hunters, two dark-haired smiling figures on the far veranda bracketed by pink-petaled trees. The Wyverian girl steps to one side as they take the two steps to the well-worn wood, his boots the only familiar sound in this otherwise unfamiliar landscape.

“Guild representative Lugh!” A Wyverian male decidedly rounder than he is tall turns his wide smile to Lugh, his eyes nearly lost in wrinkles as he gestures expansively to the pair leaning against the railing. They come to attention and stride forward, the light glinting off the hilts of blades peeking over their shoulders. Dual blades and a longsword, from the looks of it.

“Guild Master.” The terse greeting seems enough; the white-haired man smiles, if possible, even more widely and nods again in the direction of the twins.

“Rhys,” the male, “and Jana are the strength of our village. They’re off to tangle with a Mizutsune, if you’re willing to accompany and observe them.” 

“Of course.” The twins look appraisingly at him, curiosity glinting in their expressive eyes. Just like that, they’re off, out to explore the ruins of an older village ruined in what the locals now call a Rampage.

They assign him a Canyne to ride so he can keep up, and while he finds it odd it’s also exhilarating. Not the same as having the heat and strength of a Rathalos to partner, but a fascinating adaptation to the land here. The twins take their time to help Lugh familiarize himself with the landscape, show him how to use the Wirebugs which make their hunting unique, and then take him up the side of a stunning waterfall and along the river to the admittedly familiar form of a white-furred Mizu.

His gunlance stays on his back as he remains in the periphery, watching them work, analyzing. As a team they work brilliantly, each covering for the other in tight moments and coordinating their moves to bring the creature down in a matter of minutes. He takes no carves, leaving the spoils to them, and as they kick back and wait for the village escort to return, he takes a moment to satisfy the spark of curiosity.

“Your names do not suit the local language.” A blunt statement, but while the male-- Rhys-- raises a brow and resettles his equipment, the female laughs and shrugs. “Foundlings. No idea where we originally hail from. The Elder found us when he went out to investigate a strange report. We’ve been raised here ever since.” He finds her voice...intriguing. Husky and mellifluous, teasing and tart by turns, as sparkling as the light in her bright eyes. She holds none of the aloof serenity he’s observed in the Wyverian twins also living in the village, instead burning bright with a light from within.

Caught. He’s caught, as surely as the creatures twined in the wires they use to hunt.

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He observes several more of their hunts: a strange white bird dancing on one foot, a fat green water creature, a sleep-inducing fish. None of these he recognize, but they  make for interesting hunts nonetheless. The twins continue to prove themselves eminently capable, though the brother seems to have taken a dislike to Lugh which he cannot quite place. Perhaps it is the fond familiarity the sister has adopted, sharing meals with him, swapping stories.

She is clearly delighted with the relief Lugh shows when they take him to their Frozen Islands. The snow proves a strange comfort even if the region itself is not the same, and the fight with the creature they hunt here actually draws him in to participate. Jana teases him for his weapon, unwieldy as it is, as he takes sample carves from this Goss Harag to take back to his Guild for analysis.

“When our trainer proposed the weapon to us I thought he was mad,” she laughs, stroking a finger along the back of her long blade. “The lance is already difficult. Why complicate it?” But she cannot argue with its effectiveness in hunt and leaves him to its peculiarities.

Then the Rampage. He hangs back, letting them set up, waiting on their call. Ultimately they do bring him in, finishing off what they call an Apex monster and driving it away from the gates before harm can be done to the village. A feast awaits when they return to the village, drink flowing freely as the villagers dance and play.

Jana drops gracefully beside him on the veranda, lips tilted in a now-familiar smile that is both teasing and inviting. She raises a brow at the untouched cup on his table, tapping a finger against the tightly-fitted wood of his current message case. “You aren’t supposed to be working, you know.” Her voice is clear yet, untouched by the strong wine they serve freely. “We’re celebrating.” Her gaze drifts to her brother leaning against a far railing, his attention out to sea. “Even if Rhys is busy mooning over a guest hunter who came through a couple of months ago.” For a moment her smile slips, but she hitches it back in place before she turns back to lift the cup of wine to her own lips.

“I need to get this report sent by morning. The Guild expects me back soon.” Regret makes an unexpected guest beside him, tugging hard against his duty.

“Already?” Now her smile falls again, shadowing her brilliant eyes. Lugh sighs quietly and nods. 

“You and your brother have the village well in hand. Should you need Guild assistance we will come aid you, of course, and now I’ve gotten an idea of your hunting methods I can instruct other hunters as a sort of primer before they arrive.” He has a couple of Wirebugs to take back as well to show interested hunters, though with their uniqueness to this region it won’t become a far-ranging technique. 

“Shame. I feel like there’s something really interesting coming our way, though I can’t put my finger on it.” Jana shrugs again, leaning back for a moment. “The Guild Master wants us to keep an eye out for other monsters behaving strangely. Something feels off.” Her lips twist, eyes narrowing.

“Off?”

“Ordinarily we’d have had half as many hunts to show you.” Concern filters into her voice and she leans forward, resting her forearms on the low table. “The monsters are acting up. Fighting each other more often than they should. And this Rampage isn’t normal. What’s bringing them here?” Lugh tilts his head. He had thought, given the history, that the Rampages were a somewhat infrequent part of life, but he has apparently misjudged something about the current circumstances. Still… “I’m certain you and your brother will handle whatever comes your way. I will admit I am...impressed. You rarely so much as stumble.” That laugh, again, fills him with warmth. On a whim, Lugh refills his cup and drinks it down, welcoming the fire in his throat.

The cup leaves his lips at the behest of sword-callused fingers, to be replaced with the unexpectedly soft press of skin. Jana draws back, brow lifted in a challenging tilt. “Do you want to do this?” Her head lilts slightly to one side, asking permission. He has her in his arms before a full thought forms, tasting her rosy lips with a hunger he’s been ignoring since the first hunt. She laughs again into the kiss, weaving her fingers in the gold of his hair, drawing him closer, inviting him in.

He’ll stay. At least...at least a little longer.

[sherrybaby14]

Iron Or

Prompt:Forced orgasms where he ties her up and continues to eat her out continuously till she literally can't crawl.

Negan X Reader

SMUT, NSFW, Non-con, oral sex, vaginal sex, light BDSM  

Tags:  @theonethatgotaway213, @marauderice @negans-network @kellyn1604 @megandrawsspace @idonthavehusbandsihavelovers @miiraal

   The doorknob looked so tempting.  You wondered if you tugged on it for the umpteenth time if it would finally open.  Your feet acted like they had a mind of their own as they turned away from the door and paced towards the other side of your bedroom.  There was no window.  You would have to work here a long time to get a room with a view. Even if you had one jumping would do no good.  There was no leaving the Sanctuary.  At best you could hide for a few hours, but it would probably only make things worse in the long run.

                 Two weeks you had been here.  Two weeks and you had already broken the rules three times. Other residents told you rumors of punishment ceremonies.  Flashes of Dwight and Mark’s faces made you gasp and cover your mouth.  There was no way Negan would do that to a woman.  At least that is what you tried to convince yourself.

                 His last warning kept trying to surface in your brain:  

                 “You’re on thin ice little girl.  I won’t show you any special treatment.”  

               You were certain that was supposed to scare you into compliance, but of course it failed miserably.  Today was a mistake, an accident really.  There was no malice behind it.  You weren’t trying to break the rules, they just weren’t explained to you.  Even though you were certain you were correct it didn’t matter.  Ignorance was not an excuse.  

                 The door opened and you froze.  You stood in the middle of the room as Negan walked in, he looked even taller in the doorframe and you stared up at him with wide eyes, secretly hoping he would have sent a lieutenant to deal with you. There was annoyance on his face as he shook his head.  He set his baseball bat next to the door and you bit your lip choking in a sob hoping that monstrous thing would have nothing to do with you.  

                 “I’m starting to think you’re breaking the rules just to see me.”  Negan circled you.  

                 “It was an accident…I…”  You feel a heavy hand on your shoulder and silence yourself.

                 “I’m disappointed Y/N.” Negan increased the pressure from his palm. “I thought you would catch on real quick around here.”

                 You drop your shoulder, but it’s like he is pushing you down.  Fear washes through you as you realize yet another mistake you have made.  Without any more guidance you drop to one knee and bow your head.

                 “Maybe you’re not a completely lost cause.” Negan chuckles.

                 He moves to your desk and pulls out the chair. He sets it in front of you and has a seat.  You’re eye level with his knee and don’t dare look up.

                 “Do you enjoy the private room?” He sighs. “Do you enjoy the safety of the Sanctuary?”

                 “Yes.”  You still don’t look up.  

                 “Actions speak louder than words Y/N.”  Negan places a finger under your chin and raises your head.  “Rules keep us alive, they protect us.  You’ve been breaking them left and right.”

                 “I didn’t mean to. It was an accident. I swear.” You’re on the verge of tears and can’t believe how childlike you sound.  

                 Negan raises his hand and you shut your mouth.

                 “None of this had to be an issue.”  He moves his face closer to yours. “Become a wife and you can break all the shit you want, eat whatever food looks good to you, ignore the point system, hang up the work gloves.”

                 You turn your head to the side, sliding his finger off of your chin in the process.  You saw how the wives behaved and how much resentment there was towards them. Plus, Negan scared you too much. Even if you accepted he would probably dump you in a week.  

                 “Can’t say I didn’t give you the option.”  He stood up and pushed the chair back in the same motion. “I can’t give you special privileges Y/N.  What would everything think?  Take a few minutes and get yourself together.  Someone will be by to escort you to the evening’s event.”

                 “The iron?”  You popped up from your knee.  “Please no.  Please.”

                 “You’ve had three transgressions with no status to back them up.” Negan stuck his hands in his pockets. “Wear a tank top.  I don’t want to markup that face, so we’ll probably do the shoulder.”

                 A sob escaped your lips and you threw yourself forward, gripping on to his leather jacket.  

                 “Please no.  I’ll do anything, but please not that.”  You were shaking with fear.  

                 “Anything except marry me?” Negan raised an eyebrow.

                 You opened your mouth to recant your original decline, but your breath caught in your throat.  You knew being a wife would be better than being marred, but the image of laying around all day waiting for a man made you whimper.  

                 “Take off your clothes.”  Negan grabbed your wrists and moved them back to your sides.

                 The request came out of nowhere and you made no reaction.  He went back to the chair and pulled it out again.  Taking a seat.  He sighed in annoyance as his eyes looked up and down your body.

                 “I’m giving you one chance to avoid the iron.  Take off your clothes and your punishment can be handled privately.”  Negan gave you a bored look.

                 You weren’t much of a naked person, but your options were fourth degree burns, marriage, or one night with man.  The choice was obvious.  You pulled off your t-shirt, undid you belt and pushed your jeans down, taking your socks off with the pants.

                 “All of it.” Negan flicked his finger in the air.

                 You closed your eyes and took a deep breath before unclasping your bra.  You let it fall to the floor and then pulled your panties down.  When you stood up you tried your best to cover yourself with your hands.

                 “You’ve got such a hot body Y/N.”  Negan stood up from the chair, taking off his jacket in the process. “It’s a shame you want to cover it up like this.”

                 You opened your eyes as he walked towards you. There was a hunger on his face, one that made your knees shake.  You were sure he was going to push your hands down, throw you on the bed, and have his way with you.  The idea made your cheeks flush unexpectedly.  

                 “Please, I haven’t had…”  You look away from him. “It’s been a while.”

               “Lie on the bed.” Negan’s arm brushes yours as he walks passed you.  

                 You want to get this over with and don’t appreciate the tension that is building, but the fear of the iron still weighs heavy on you.

                 “Now Y/N.”  Negan doesn’t look at you as he looks in your closet.  

                 You practically jump on the bed.  Your arm is pressed against your chest and your other hand is cupping your sex, trying to maintain some form of modesty.  Negan turns away from your closet and walks towards you.  His hands are on his belt and he pulls it off.  The thought of him naked makes you all too aware of the heat growing between your thighs.  You close your eyes in disgust, not understanding how this situation can be turning you on.  

                 “I want to take in that beautiful body of yours.” The bed dips and his hand grabs yours. You don’t fight as he moves one arm over your head. “God you have perfect tits, just the right size.”

                 You never thought they were anything special and open your eyes to see if he is making fun of you.  Instead you get a perfect view of his lips wrapping around your nipple that was already a hard pebble.  He sucks hard and you arch your back, unsure if it is painful or pleasurable. His teeth start to graze back and forth and a moan escapes your lips.  

                 The sound of your neediness makes you remember how wrong this is and you bring your arm back down.  You make a feeble attempt to push him away, but without removing his mouth from your chest he glares up at you with evil in his eyes.  You freeze and his teeth bite down a little harder. You throw your head back and then feel something cool slide against your wrist.

                 Your nipple throbs as he releases it and presses his body on top of yours.  Negan straddles you as he grabs your other wrist and pries it above your head.  You try and pull your hand down and cry out, but he is too quick.  A smile crosses his face and you try and lower your arms.  You can’t.  You crane your neck to see a pair of shiny silver handcuffs encircling each wrist through a pole in the headboard.  

                 “Now where were we?” Negan slides down your body.

                 His jeans scratch at your bare legs and you realize he is still clothed.  Suddenly your nudity makes you feel more vulnerable.  When his mouth descends on your other breast the response feels almost more intense as you throw your head back.  

                 “No…no….no.”  You try and twist, not understanding how you can be so turned on.

                 “That’s not a word I like to hear.” Negan pushed himself upward and off of you.  “Would you rather get dressed and take your punishment downstairs?”

                 You shake your head violently.  No matter what happened it was better than permanent disfiguration.  

                 “Then quit with the objects.” Negan looks serious. He sets his hand on your thigh and slides upwards.  

                 You try and keep your legs closed, but his hand is already at your apex. He lightly strokes your folds and pulls his hand up. You were much wetter than you anticipated as he examines his hand.

                 “Besides, we both know you want this.”  He brings his fingers to his lips and sucks them.

                 The act is so sensual you need to look away, you turn your body to the side in the process, wanting to run away in shame.  

                 “You’re a little squirmy for my taste.  I told you I wanted to get a look at that gorgeous body.”  Negan walks around the bed to the end.  

                 A hand grabs one of you ankles and you feel something slide around it.  You don’t want to look, but your curiosity gets the best of you and you notice he has attached his belt in a loop around it.  He yanks your leg by the belt and secures it to the footboard somehow.   Realizing how spread and exposed you will be you try and kick him with your other leg.  

                 A genuine smile spreads across his face and he easily grabs your foot.  With perfect movements Negan has managed to do the same to your other ankle with your own belt.  In a matter of seconds you are now tied to the bed.   Your legs are too tight so you can’t twist away.  Your breathing increases, making your chest rise and fall rapidly. Your feet are spread far apart, making your pussy open and on display for him.  

                 You have never been so on display in your life. You look up and see that his eyes are glued to you, taking you all in with pride.  It send another strange reaction to your core and you let your head drop, not wanting to admit how much this is turning you on.  

                 A few minutes pass, but it feels like an hour. He has not moved and the tension in the room is starting to drive you crazy.  You can’t help but move your hips, slightly, since it’s one of the only movements you’re capable of.  You debate on bucking against your restraints when he finally knees forward on the bed.

                 “Fucking beautiful.”  His eyes are on your spread lips.

                 Negan reaches out and runs his fingers down your slick slit.  It makes a tingle spread through your body.  This is some of the most extreme foreplay you have ever experienced.  He continues to move forward and you start to move your hips into the bed.  His mouth is nearing your pussy and you can’t take it.

                 “Don’t.”  You try your hardest to scoot back.

                 “Didn’t we talk about negative words already?” Negan does not look in your eyes and instead keeps moving closer.

                 “I don’t like that.”  You mean it too.  

                 “Nonsense.” Negan is so close you can feel his breath on you.

                 “I’m serious.”  You swallow. “Fuck me instead. Please.”  

                 He pauses and looks up at you.  His face is right between your legs, inches away. You have to admit the sight is erotic, but you aren’t lying. Oral had never done it for you.  

                 “You’ve just never had a partner who knew what they were doing doll.”  Negan sticks his tongue out.  It touches your entrance and licks upward.  “I’ll be you won’t be able to walk when I’m finished with you.”

                 He positions his face so his mouth is right on your clit.  He dives down with precision and flicks his tongue against your engorged nub.  He presses and relaxes his muscle against it and a strange heat works its way through you.  Instinct says to get away and you start to thrash.  He meets your movements and brings a hand to each of your thighs. Negan pins you in place and he continues to probe your clit with his tongue.  

                 You give up your fight, realizing you were never going anywhere being bound like this.  To your surprise the heat you felt is starting to turn up.  Negan stops probing and starts flicking his tongue from side to side and up and down.  You feel your body temperature increase more and soon you’re panting.  He alternates between licking and flicking, you’re never sure how much force is going to be behind any movement.  Your body is starting to feel like it is coming to a boil and suddenly he pushes his entire mouth on top of your clit and sucks hard.

                 A scream escapes your lips and the heat explodes, sending warmth through your entire body.  A strange euphoria sets in as your heart races and breathing heaves. It takes a few seconds to come down.   You flutter your eyes open and your vision steadies.   You notice there is still a slick feeling in your pussy.

                 You lift your head to see that Negan is still between your legs and his tongue is still fluttering against your clit.  

                 “I came.” You try and wiggle your hips. “You were right. You can stop now.”

                 Negan responds to your request by sliding a huge finger inside of you.  

                 “Ahhh.”  You arch your back involuntarily.  

                 He starts grazing his teeth lightly along your clit as his finger moves in and out of you.  Your orgasm produced so many juices there is an audible noise as his digit moves.   His teeth create such a new sensation for you that you find yourself unable to ask him to stop.  In fact, you almost wish he would push a little harder.  

                 At this realization instead of pulling away from him you try and move your hips closer to his mouth.  You action does not go unnoticed and he pulls his mouth away.

                 “I knew you were a good girl.”  He chuckles.

                 You don’t understand his meaning, but the praise makes a shiver run down your body.  Negan’s mouth is back on you before you could get a word out and soon all you can focus on is his hand and mouth.  His finger starts to pick up the pace and his teeth slide faster too.   You’re unsure which way he is moving his mouth and it feels like your world is about to come undone.

                 Suddenly he stills and then you feel a gust of cold air on your nub.  It is all you needed to tumble over and another orgasm comes washing down, as if the first never stopped.  

                 You can’t tell if your heart is racing or if it stopped beating.  You’ve never felt anything like this before and it almost feels like you’re disconnected from your body.  A strange sensation starts to fill you and your breathing starts to normalize.  

                 “Thank you.”  You turn your head to the side.  “If you want any pleasure out of this, you’re going to have to stop.  I can’t take much more.”

                 “Oh I’m getting lots of pleasure baby.”  Negan is still between your legs.

                 His tongue runs up your folds again and you whimper.  You try to shut your legs, but the belts hold your ankles too far apart.  You’ve had enough.  His mouth attaches to your clit again and you can’t help but yelp.

                 “Please stop.”  Your breathing is already increasing. “Too sensitive.”

                 “Remember I don’t like those words.”  Negan lifted his head, you were happy for the reprieve, but in a second he went back down.  “Ahhhh.”

                 You’re not sure if you’re speaking outloud or not. Your clit aches and there is no way you will be able to orgasm again.  His tongue is barely registering as it flicks the little bundle.  You feel a strange sensation and your eyes pop open. With renewed vigor you struggle at the bindings, but your attention was drawn too late.

                 Negan has slid his finger into your rear.  You’ve never had anything up that channel before and try and clench around him, forcing him out.  There was no issue with lubrication since you had been dripping everywhere and you are grateful for that at least.  

                 The new addition seems to have awoken the nerves in your clit and you squeal instead of objecting as Negan sucks down hard.  You throw your head back on the bed and he brings his hand up, inserting two fingers into your pussy this time.

                 There is too much going on and you’re unable to focus on any one thing.  He is sawing his digits in and out of you, making you all too aware of the thin membrane that separates them, while his tongue attacks your click with renewed interest.

                 You pull on your bindings as you explode in his mouth yet again.   You aren’t sure if you are screaming or not and all three orgasm seem to have came together to form some strange pleasure you never knew possible.  Negan’s mouth continues to work on you and the fullness you are feeling is only topped by the lapping of his tongue.  

                 You’re on the verge on unconsciousness when you feel yourself being lifted in the air.  There is no way to be sure if it’s real or not until you hear Negan’s voice behind you.

                 “Crawl to that door.”  He is leaning over your shoulder.

                 You hadn’t even realized he undid your bindings and places you on all fours.  

                 “Crawl to that door and your punishment is over.” Negan gives you a little spank.

                 Your entire body is wobbly, but the memory that this is a punishment comes crashing down.  You start to move, but you’ve barely made it an inch.  Every time your thighs slide together it feels like a tiny orgasm shoots across your body.  

                 “If you don’t make it to that door, I’m going to fuck you.” Negan is kneeling down next to you. “And I only fuck my wives.”

                 You start to think about how good his hands and mouth felt and wonder how amazing his cock must feel.  You think about rolling onto your back and having him slide into you on the floor.  Then his words fall onto you.  Wife. You don’t want that.

                 A cry escapes your over sensitized body as you try and crawl.   You think you’ve made it about a foot.  Your legs separate again and you feel a tap between your legs.  You drop your head to see a finger pressing your clit.  You let out a scream and your body collapses.  

                 “It’s aright baby girl.”  Negan reaches under you and lift you back up to the bed. “You tried to resist.”

                 He cheated. That’s all you can think of, but your over sensitized clit can’t decide if it wants his finger back or to be left alone.   You stay sprawled out on the bed and suddenly a fullness makes you pull yourself up.   Negan is on top of you in a second and his giant cock is sliding into your eager pussy. You  wrap your arms around his neck, unsure where the new wave of adrenaline came from.  Negan rocks inside of you and each pump causes pleasure to run through your veins.    

                 You never stood a chance, but that doesn’t matter. You had no thoughts or words, only desires right now.  And the only person who could meet those wants was your husband, who you prayed spent the rest of the night buried inside you.

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