#gentle dom my ass into sweet soft subspace

[prettyboy-pussy]

i’m sure she doesn’t mean it this way but when my friend says stuff like “aww i wanna put u in a big sweater” “awww i wanna wrap u up in a cozy blanket” “awwwwwww (cute but slightly demeaning action)” it turns me on so much. make me ur lil dress up doll bc u think i’m so cute n little n sweet 🥺

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Beautiful Stranger

I've Never Seen a Mouth That I Would Kill to Kiss (2)

Mommy!Wanda x Beefy!Fem!Reader

Summary: You've been helping out with the boys for a few months and getting closer to Wanda

Word Count: 3.8K

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Thigh riding (W to R), R is referred to as Daddy, fingering (R to W), subspace, Dom/sub dynamics

A/N: Here is part 2 because this is all my brain can work with at the moment is fixing this up for you guys~

August 28,2023

The end of summer flew by as you continued to babysit the boys on occasion while Wanda worked out things with her soon to be ex-husband.

Wanda hadn't told you when you first met her, but she did eventually when you woke up in her bed one morning to her throwing up in the master bath. Rushing over to hold her hair and sooth her by rubbing her back.

“Did you eat something bad last night?” You asked with concern in your voice, but she shook her head, looking at you with tears in her eyes. Some of them rolled down her cheeks, staining them with makeup from the night before. You helped wipe them away enough that she could calm down and say it,

“I'm pregnant.” She told you letting you know it had happened before her and her husband had talked about divorce. She was about three months when you found out.

You grabbed a cool face cloth, dabbing her face, wiping the new tears that had formed and finally cleaning her mouth. You leaned back against the sink counter, holding her hand.

“We'll figure something out. Whatever it is,” You shrug, letting your thumb brush against the back of her hand a soft smile on your face. “I'll be here for you Wanda.” Wanda started crying and you blamed it on the hormone because you didn't think much about what you said, but in that moment it was exactly what Wanda needed to hear. That someone, anyone was on her side and you? You were on her side the moment you met her.

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September 11,2023

As you started up college and the boys started up school you came over every weekday morning to help get them off to school.

Wanda was starting to show ever so slightly, especially when she still wore these tight tank tops from the heat. She was currently leaning over the kitchen island talking to the boys as you tried not to stare at her boobs that were practically spilling out of her tank top.

“Okay boys. Off you go. Y/N will pick you up from practice and I'll be home at six for dinner.” Wanda tells the boys.

“I'll be making dinner so think about what you want otherwise I'm picking!” You call as they head out the door.

Wanda and you both had a few hours before having to go your separate ways. Recently it felt like the two of you were closer than ever with tantalizing brushes here and there against each other. She'd find excuses to brush past you, her ass rubbing against you, making you want to just grab her and fuck her.

It honestly made you wonder if it was her pregnancy hormones. You had read about it affecting your libido so maybe Wanda was just as horny as you were?

You moved over to Wanda, helping her with the dishes, bending over as you stacked the plates from the bottom rack and moving around Wanda to go put them away in the cupboard next to her.

“Oh sweet girl you don't have to do that.” Wanda says.

“I know Wands, I want to help you. I told you I'm here for you.” Wanda bit her lip looking away,

“Pretty girl?” Wanda's voice was soft and gentle, making you turn towards her.

“Hm?” You asked, realizing just how close the two of us were as you looked down at her. You were almost a whole head taller than her. She looked up at you still biting her lip. You just want to…your hands moved with your thoughts, setting on top of her hips and pulling her against you. “What is it beautiful?” You’re surprised by your own forwardness. You'd never called Wanda a nickname other than Wands. You saw the blush on her cheeks as she tried to form words, taken aback by your words.

“Y-you think I'm beautiful?” She asks in utter disbelief.

“Do I think you're beautiful? Of course I do, but more than just beautiful. You're gorgeous, you're intelligent, you're kind and caring, and an amazing mother. Wanda you are so many things I can't even begin to get into it all right now because it would take me all day to count the ways that I think you're amazing.” You confess, Wanda licks her lips and you cup her cheek.

“Please…” she pleads softly.

“Please, what beautiful?” You ask, tilting your head.

“Please kiss me.” She does not have to ask you twice as you lean down to capture her lips and suddenly it's like everything is right with the world. Like your world was in black and white, but now with this kiss you can see in color. The pieces of a puzzle coming together to fit perfectly and fireworks are going off to celebrate.

We pull apart for air, but you lean your forehead on hers. She leans up giving you small, soft pecks until you can't stand it, you lift her up by her thighs, setting her on the countertop. Keeping her just at the edge so You can grind into her. She moans into your mouth.

“Ah…ah…Y/N…Y/N/N...” fuck hearing her moan your name with that accent. You let your hand slip past her waistband finding her panties soaked as you rub through them.

“That's not fair, beautiful using my nick name like that.” You growl against her neck, trailing kissing. “There was a reason I told you not to use my nick name with those pretty lips of yours.” You had Wanda moaning and mewling for you as you pulled back to look at her. “Fuck…you are absolutely gorgeous…” You captured her lips once more, rubbing small circles against her clit through her panties.

Just as the two of you were getting into it there was a knock at the door making both of you freeze up before Wanda’s eyes went wide.

“Fuck...it’s Vis. I forgot he was coming by to finally grab the last of his things.” Wanda whispered.

“I haven’t seen him come by once all summer and now of all days!?” You whisper hiss more to the air than to Wanda as she got down from the counter.

“Just stay here. Continue with the dishes and go along with what I say, okay? Can you do that pretty girl?” She asked cupping your cheek and you nodded. Going back to the dishes keeping your back to the kitchen’s opening as you heard the two of them talking faintly before the two voices got louder and your anxiety rose.

“Wanda who is this?” He had an British accent, finally you turned around. He didn’t look happy, but you felt comfortable saying that he didn’t have any height on you and you definitely had more muscle than him. He was dressed in a suit, light brown, blonde hair, and blue eyes.

“Oh this is Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N from next door.” Wanda tells him. “She and her parents moved in at the beginning of the summer. She’s been the boys babysitter throughout the summer and she’s also helping with them after school before I get home from work.” She tells him.

“So why is she here now?” He questions, he’s clearly upset.

“Oh I was just finishing up the dishes before heading off. I have class in an hour so I told Wanda I’d take care of this so she didn’t have to stretch and bend so much.” You told him, a fake smile plastering your face.

“Well she could use the exercise.” You felt your face physically twitch at his response. Biting the inside of your lip and your fist clenching up. How fucking dare he?

“It’s no trouble at all. I really enjoy doing dishes.” You somehow manage out. Wanda is staring at me shaking her head. She must see it on your face how you just want to punch him. “Well anyways I know you two need a moment. I’ll finish up soon and head off so please don’t mind me.” Another fake smile before turning away. Grabbing the silverware as the two made their way to Wanda’s room and you finally let out growl that was deep in your throat. “Fucking bastard.” You muttered under your breath finishing up before leaving, probably slamming the door a little harder than intended, making note to apologize to Wanda tonight.

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“Go Billy! Go Tommy! Come on you got this boys!” You called out from the stands as they played a practice game of soccer.

“Are the twins yours?” An older woman asks.

“Oh uh, no not really, I’m good friends with their mom.” You tell her. “I pick them up from practice for her because she works late.” She nods.

“They’re lucky they get to have you cheering for them.” As she said that you turned your head back to the field as Billy took a shot and made a goal.

“BILLY! WAY TO GO BUD!” You called out as he smiled big at you.

As the boys finished up Billy ran up and you picked him up, putting him on your shoulder. “Billy Maximoff makes the goal and wins the game! The crowd goes wild!” You bounce up and down making Billy laugh. He’s come out of his shell and Tommy comes over You wrap your arm around him. “Alright boys what do we want for dinner?” You ask.

“Mac and cheese.” Tommy says.

“Chicken nuggets and fries.” Billy says.

“Okay normally I would say no to making two meals but those are both incredibly easy to make so we’ll let it slide for tonight. Let’s stop at the grocery store so I can grab some things to make for your mom and I for dinner and you two can pick out what you want.” The boys are overjoyed as you let Billy down the two scrambling to your car, getting inside as soon as you unlocked it.

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When Wanda gets home she mentions all the different scents as she walks to the kitchen in a lovely looking pantsuit. You smile at her in your tank top, sweat pants, and apron. “Welcome home.” You say, “It’s going to be a little bit longer for our dinner. I let the boys pick two different things for dinner. We had a hard time deciding when we were at the store if we wanted regular mac and cheese or the fun shapes for Tommy then Billy couldn’t decide if he wanted the dino nuggets or the star shaped ones and which fries he wanted to go with them.” You explain to Wanda as you move to the stove stirring the contents of a home made stew, adding a bit more of a rue to thicken it up.

Once September hits you get in the mood to make all different soups and stews. Wanda walked over, wrapping an arm around me, the boys upstairs working on their homework. You melted slightly into her.

“It seems like Daddy had a day with the boys.” She whispered in your ear, making you throw your head back against her shoulder, rolling your eyes to her,

“Oh don’t do that right now. I can’t even take you right now.”

“All the more fun later when you can.” She kisses you quickly. You groan in response, You were impatient and wanted her now after your little interruption this morning.

“I’m sorry about this morning. I almost jumped the island when he made that comment.” You apologized.

“No it’s okay. He isn’t wrong.” You turn your whole body to face Wanda now, backing her into the island. “Y-Y/N?”

“Don’t. Don’t you even for a second entertain his idiotic, red flag walking, ass of comments about your appearance. Remember what I said this morning? You’re beautiful and gorgeous and so many other things Wanda. Please don’t listen to his words.” Your hands are gripping at her hips, You swear You might leave bruises from how tight you’re holding her right now.

“Y/N...” Her voice is breathy. You lean in and whisper in her ear.

“Tonight I’ll show you just how beautiful I think you are and I’m not going to stop until you agree.” You kiss her jaw just by her ear as you hear the oven go off. “Oh that would be Billy’s nuggets and fries!” You turn on a dime turning back into the house-dad role you’d been in, leaving Wanda reeling as you pull them out, taking one nugget and fry to test them. “Okay those are done for him,” You look at the mac and cheese in the shape of SpongeBob characters, “That is also all done.” You take a taste of the stew, “Mmmm needs a little more paprika.” You mumble, taking a pinch and adding it.

“My favorite.” Wanda kisses your shoulder.

You get everything set up with Wanda and call the boys down for dinner. As you all sit down and start eating you tell Billy to tell his mom about practice today. Wanda being thrilled to hear about it.

Soon enough it’s 8pm and the two of you are tucking the boys into bed. You tuck in Tommy, Wanda gets Billy then you switch. “Mommy? Y/N?” Billy asks as the two of you are at the threshold of their bedroom.

“Yes Billy?” Wanda answers for us.

“Now that you and Daddy aren’t together anymore are you and Y/N going to get together?” Billy asks and Tommy laughs.

“Billy they’ve been together all summer!” He answers his brother and you chuckle. Wanda give you a playful smack.

“Boys, Y/N and I aren’t together. Yes she spends a lot of time here, but her and I are still figuring things out. Daddy and I just ended things so Mommy would like to be able to think about things.” You knew Wanda was making excuses, but it still hurt a bit.

“We’ll let you boys know if anything happens. If fact you two will be the first to know, okay?” You tell them, both of them smiling, looking at each other.

The two of you were finally able to leave the two alone, you head back down stairs while Wanda goes and takes a shower. You clean up the mess of the kitchen, loading the dishwasher and cleaning up papers from the boys, take out the trash.

All while thinking about what Wanda said, having your music playing just loud enough that You wouldn’t disturb the boys. The song ‘Nothing Hurts Like a Girl’ starts playing and I’m singing and dancing while cleaning up.

“I hope you aren’t singing about me.” You hear Wanda’s voice, making you jump, gripping the counter.

“Jesus fuck!” You hiss. “Don’t sneak up on me.” She laughs as the song continues to play. “Also excuse you that is a song about loving woman and yes also about getting hurt by them, but damn it women are hot and a shit ton better than any guy I’ve been with.” You admit Wanda crosses the kitchen until her body is pressed against yours, she isn’t wearing a bra, a loose shirt and sleep shorts.

“How many people have you been with?” She asks and you feel like this has to be a trick question. “I won’t get upset. I don’t mind if you’ve been with a lot of people.” She reassures, wrapping her arms around your waist.

“Promise?” Wanda nods. It takes you a moment, tilting your head back as You list them in your head, using your fingers to keep track. “Uh off the top of my head, not including nights where I blacked out and woke up with someone 10.” Wanda looks surprised, but not upset.

“All your age?” She asks and you nod.

“Yeah nothing ever lasted all that long. It’s like I had this attraction until I had them I guess. Then I’d kiss them and be like nah this isn’t it, but I’d still end up sleeping with them. I usually wouldn’t even let them touch me.” You find yourself explaining to her. “With you though it’s been different. Your touch feels addictive, it’s like fire dancing on my skin. I can’t get enough of you. I felt like I was broken before I met you.” You tell her, looking into her eyes.

She blushes and laughs letting me guide her and kiss her getting her up on the counter next song to come on is perfect, ‘Taste of You’

You let your hand into her shorts brushing her clit, “Y/N/N don’t you dare tease me right now.” She growls in your ear and your eyes roll back.

“Oh beautiful it’s cute that you think you’re in charge.” You put pressure on her clit. “You aren’t calling the shots right now; I am. You were the one that called me Daddy earlier beautiful.” You let your teeth scrap her neck, nibbling on her ear lobe. “Daddy’s in charge. Understood?” Wanda nods, “Words beautiful.”

“Yes Daddy.” She speaks softly, voice shaking.

“You’ve never done it like this have you beautiful?” You ask, picking her up by her thighs which she’s a little surprised You can do still as You bring her to the couch, sitting with her in your lap. She shakes her head, cheeks turning scarlet. “I’ll be gentle and you tell me if you want it harder or faster. You can set the pace. I like to use the color system of safe words. Green means you’re okay and we can keep going, yellow is slow down, red is stop no questions asked.” You explain and her face gets even more red, burying her face into your neck, making you smile. “Can you repeat the colors for me beautiful?” You ask while rubbing her through her panties, feeling how wet she’s getting from just talking about all this.

“Green is keep going, yellow is slow down, red is stop.” She repeats.

“Good girl. Can you tell Daddy what you want?” You ask softly in her ear.

“I-inside...” You push her panties to the side, letting your fingers slide over her wet folds, enjoying them until she’s shaking a bit, pushing two fingers inside her pussy, your fingers being wrapped up in her as she moans against your skin.

“You’re absolutely soaked beautiful. You took Daddy’s fingers so well.” You kiss her neck.

“M-more...” She whines.

“You want another finger?” she nods.

“F-fill me up Daddy...” You add a third finger moving a bit faster and a bit rougher instinctively. She bites into your shoulder to stop a moan ripping through her. Her hips are rocking against your fingers as she bites and sucks on your skin. You knew she was leaving marks on your skin.

“Oh that’s my beautiful girl. Look at you moving against Daddy’s fingers so well. Maybe next time you can take Daddy’s cock, would you like that? Daddy to fill you with her cock?” Wanda moans, nodding as she covers her mouth. If the boys weren’t asleep upstairs you’d be upset with her for stopping her moans like she was.

“Yes...yes Daddy, please...I’m gonna cum...” Her eyes are blown out from lust,

“Not until you tell me you’re beautiful.” You slow your movements much to her dismay, mewling, moving her hips to try and keep the high going. “Tell me that you’re beautiful and I’ll let you cum and we can keep going until you tell me to stop.” You tell her, she bites her lip.

“I-I’m beautiful...Daddy I’m beautiful, Daddy’s beautiful girl.” You smile, leaning up to kiss her.

“That’s right beautiful girl. Now cum for Daddy.” You pick your pace back up until she has to once again muffle herself by biting into your skin. You feel her tighten against your fingers, gushing, but you don’t let up your movements,

“D-Daddy...I came...” You smirk.

“I know beautiful girl. You can give Daddy another, right?” You ask and her head nods. “Good girl.” You keep your movements up making her cum again, soaking your hand and thigh. She’s a shaking mess in your lap. “Such a beautiful good girl. Daddy is so lucky.” You whisper holding her against your chest. You keep whispering praises in her ear, she’s moving her hips against your thigh, rutting into it and you chuckle. “Oh my beautiful girl do you still need more?” You ask and she looks up at you, you can see it in her eyes. You’ve dropped her so deep into subspace, somewhere she’s never been.

“More Daddy please...it’s been so long since I’ve cum...please...” She begs pulling at your shirt, tugging it up over your head, your breast bouncing a bit as she leans down, playing and sucking and biting.

“Mmmm good girl.” You let your head tilt back against the couch. You’ve never felt like this with someone and it sinks in that you never actually loved any of those people. Well you loved some of them, but not like this. Not like how it feels with Wanda.

Wanda’s hand finds its way past your panties as she continues to rut against your thigh, rubbing you as you let out a breathy moan. “Good girl. Make Daddy feel good while you rub against her.”

Wanda builds you up along with herself until we cum together. You have to cover her mouth as she doesn’t have the thought process right now to do so herself.

You slowly pull her out of subspace, getting her off of your thigh, grabbing a nice fluffy blanket, grabbing some water for both of us, and turning on a comfort show of Wanda’s as you pull her back against your chest.

“You did good for your first session Wands.” You tell her, kissing the top of her head. You can see her smile before she looks up at me.

“Y/N?” She asks.

“Wanda?” You tease back, kissing her nose.

“I love you.” Your breath hitches in your throat. “When you had me admit that I was beautiful. I knew that you meant what you said all day. I actually think I’ve loved you for a while, but it wasn’t until that moment that I realized it fully.” She rambles and you pull her into a deep, passionate kiss.

“I love you too Wanda. I’ve love you basically since I met you, but seeing you like this for me, making me feel good like no one ever has...I can’t deny it anymore.” You feel tears pricking the sides of your eyes and blink them away. “I don’t care that you’re older than me. I don’t care that you’ve already got kids, I don’t care that you’re divorced. Wanda Maximoff I love you and no one is going to stop me from loving you.” You admit. “I want to be here every day with you, with the boys, with this little bundle on the way. I want us to be a family.” Wanda is crying and smiling and You kiss her cheeks. “I mean it Wanda. I promise.” She nods.

“I want it too Y/N. I want you here with us. I want you to help me with the boys and live life together if you’re sure you want all of this with me.”

“I do.” You kiss her with everything that you are.

[planet-dusk]

🏷️ dom!felix, unprotected sex, choking, pussy spanking, mentions of subspace, oral (f), cum eating

“look at me, love,” felix’s low voice purrs into your ear. “look me in the eye while i ruin you.”

he grabs your face roughly, squeezing your cheeks with the fingers of his free hand. the other is wrapped around your throat. it serves as an anchor for him to hold onto. 

as if you’d ever drift away without him. 

your eyes find his, heavy-lidded and pupils blown so wide the black nearly swallows his honeyed irises. he’s fucking into you with such torturous slow strokes it leaves your head spinning. the tender drag of his cock forms a sharp contrast with his filthy words. everything about felix is a contradiction, it seems. angelic face and deep voice. bright smile and cruel grin. gentle boyfriend and sadistic lover. 

he’s a walking paradox and it’s addicting. 

“wish the others could see us like this. see how you beg me to fuck you. how you love it when i give it to you rough.” felix tightens his grip around your throat and your cunt clenches in response, earning a low chuckle from him. “you’d like them to watch, don't you? i knew it. my filthy little kitten. always so predictable.”

he kisses the tip of your nose. there it is again, that juxtaposition. and as much as you love it when he’s sweet to you, nothing makes you feel quite as light and floaty as when he’s treating you roughly. 

“lix, harder, please…” you’re not sure if you mean the way he’s grinding against you, or his hand squeezing your neck, or his vulgar words. you want everything all at once. 

when he pulls out you pout at the sudden emptiness. “turn around, kitten. ass up,” he instructs and you flip yourself onto your stomach, back arching for him. ready and eager. 

“such a pretty pussy.” felix admires the way your juices coat your thighs. he’ll never tire of the sight. with the flat of his hand he lands a quick spank on your clit and you cry out at the sting. the sharp pain bleeds into pleasure, settling deep in your core.

“look at you, baby. always dripping for me. want me to give you some more?” 

his hands knead your ass, spreading your cheeks so he can spit in your hole. you wiggle your hips a little to encourage him. 

“use your words, kitten. tell me what you want.” felix smears his saliva all over your glistening cunt. he gives your clit a soft tap with his fingers and you jolt. even the smallest of touches feels so fucking good, but it’s not enough to snap the thread coiling in your tummy. “you like it when i hurt you?”

“yes, m-more, please—ahh,” you gasp when he immediately complies, spanking your clit harshly in rapid succession. 

you’re whimpering and moaning, hands clawing at the sheets while felix lands slap after slap on your swollen cunt. “‘s good, lixie, don’t stop… ‘m gonna cum…” 

there’s drool on his sheets but you don’t care, too fucked out to focus on anything else but the pleasure he’s granting you. felix alternates his harsh slaps with merciful brushes of his fingers, circling your entrance before spanking your engorged clit again.

“let go, kitten. gonna fuck you through it… fill you up with my cum, stuff your pretty pussy until you’re so full of me you cannot think of anything else,” felix growls, voice dropping even lower than usual. there’s a sliver of desperation in the grittiness, his cock no doubt weeping and aching for you. 

you cum with his name on your lips and your face buried into the mattress. bliss spreads through your body while your cunt twitches around nothing until felix pushes into you with one smooth stroke, your walls clamping down around him. “fuck, you feel so good, i’m not gonna last long—”

you feel so full, cunt still sensitive from his rough treatment. before you know it another orgasm washes over you as the head of his cock kisses your gummy spot. it’s nearly too much this time, your body already going slack before the convulsions have stopped. “that’s my good girl, take it, take my cum,” felix grits out before emptying himself deep inside of you. 

he pulls out and massages your legs, gently lowering you down onto the bed. “you did so well, kitten,” he smiles at your spent form. “let me get you cleaned up.”

in your fuzzy daze you miss his devious smirk when he lowers himself to the bed, pushing your thighs apart and licking a long stripe from your clit to your ass. he laps at the mixture of cum spilling from your hole, chuckling when you sob in oversensitivity as he sucks on your clit. “stay still, love,” felix warns you. “i need to get every drop.” 

it doesn’t take long for the familiar pleasure to build in your core again and you spread your legs wider, arching your hips against his face. no matter how much pain and pleasure he inflicts on you, it’s never enough. “there she is again,” felix murmurs in amusement and presses a soft kiss to your pussy. “my needy little kitten.”

[adverbally]

The String to Strike Within Me

Written for the @steddiesmuttyseptember prompts “rough” and “aftercare” | wc: 1,463 | rated: E | cw: | tags: alternate universe - gender changes, female steve harrington, female eddie munson, bdsm, dom steve, sub eddie, rough sex, strap-on, vaginal sex, light degradation, begging, subspace, praise kink | title from “Heaven” by Mitski

Not much of an excerpt here because of the filth after the cut but here ya go:

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“Anyone ever done this to you before?” Stevie asks teasingly…

as she buries the strap-on in Eddie’s pussy, grinding just a little deeper when her hips meet the back of Eddie’s thighs. “Fucked you with your own toy while you begged for more?”

Eddie’s only response is a whimper, muffled by the bedspread she’s hiding her face in. Stevie threads her fingers in Eddie’s hair, close to the scalp, and pulls her head upward. In Eddie’s current position on her elbows and knees, it forces her neck to crane uncomfortably.

“No,” Eddie gasps, “no, just you.”

“Good girl,” Stevie tells her with a smack! to her ass that makes Eddie clench just as Stevie is thrusting back into her.

She’s never heard this kind of noise from her own mouth before, a high-pitched stuttering cry for more. Eddie’s almost embarrassed for a moment, but then Stevie’s petting her flank like she’s a well-behaved pet and it’s so confusingly sexy that Eddie’s shame melts away like ChapStick in a hot van.

Stevie keeps up her slow and steady pace while her hand on Eddie’s ass rubs in comforting circles. “Okay, sweetheart?”

Eddie honestly doesn’t think she could form the words to explain if she wasn’t okay, but she is. She props one arm up to show Stevie a thumbs up.

Then Stevie’s fingers are digging into Eddie’s hips to pull her back onto the dildo, giving her the leverage to thrust harder. Eddie can hear their skin clapping together with each surge forward, the squelch of her cunt, the unconscious little ah, ah, ah noises pushed out of her with each stroke. The sound of Stevie fucking her might be the most amazing thing she’s ever heard.

“Look at you, being so good for me,” Stevie croons. Her voice jolts with the force of her movements.

Eddie doesn’t even know what else there is, but she’s begging Stevie, “More, please,” hoarse with wanting.

“Of course, baby, thank you for asking so nicely.”

Stevie does something that changes the angle of Eddie’s hips and suddenly the strap-on is hitting deeper than anything that’s ever been inside her. The fullness takes her breath away, especially when Stevie’s fucking her so hard that Eddie has to stick an arm out to keep her head from smashing into the fancy metal headboard of Stevie’s bed. It’s perfect.

“How’s that, sweetheart?”

Eddie sighs into the side of her outstretched arm. Her brain is so tingly with static that she can’t remember how to speak. Instead, she reaches her free hand behind her back as far as she can, waving it until Stevie takes the hint and interlaces their fingers.

“It’s just what you wanted, huh? My little slut, begging me to be rough with you.” Stevie speaks to her softly, squeezes her hand with a gentleness that doesn’t match the brutal movements of her hips. “You just needed me to fuck all those thoughts right out of your brain.”

She did. She had come home and asked for it, needing Stevie to get Eddie out of her head, and it was working. Stevie knows exactly what will drive Eddie into this mindless mess of pleasure: a little pain, a little edge of condescension in her caring words, a little too much stimulation. Rough, hard but slow, leaving Eddie helpless to her inevitable peak. It works every time. It’s working now.

“Why don’t you touch yourself for me, sweet girl?” Stevie leans over her to speak into Eddie’s ear. “Make yourself come on my cock.”

Eddie obeys automatically. She releases her death grip on the headboard, trusting Stevie’s hold on her to keep her from moving further up the bed, and snakes her arm under her body to toy with her clit. Just soft, glancing touches at first, the kind that make her stomach flutter. When she dips her fingers lower, she meets silicone, feels how her pussy stretches around the girth of the dildo.

Her moan comes out like a sob. “Please, please, Stevie.”

“I’ve got you, honey, you’re almost there.” Stevie showers kisses along her shoulders and the back of her neck. “Keep going just like that.”

Gathering the lubricant from around her entrance, Eddie drags her fingertips in clumsy circles around her clit. Oh, it’s good like this, when Eddie can forget everything else and just focus on bringing herself to the edge. She knows Stevie will take care of her, she just has to do this one little thing.

“Gonna come for me, baby? C’mon, I wanna feel you.”

Eddie hopes Stevie can feel her, the way her cunt is squeezing the strap-on, the wetness smearing halfway down Eddie’s thighs, the frantic motion of Eddie’s hand trying to push herself over the edge. Fuck, she’s so close, tightening up like she can’t bear for Stevie to stop, too much and not enough…

The tension snaps when Stevie bites down hard on Eddie’s neck.

She goes quiet when she comes, too strained and breathless for any sound to escape. Her orgasm brings tears to her eyes. She lets them fall onto the bedspread, imagining her stress falling away with each droplet that darkens the fabric. It’s pure relief, physically and mentally.

It’s not until her oversensitivity kicks in that Eddie’s voice comes back. Still without words, just a low groan that drags out while her toes curl in the blankets. It prompts Stevie to let up her merciless thrusts, slowing to a stop with the strap-on still inside Eddie.

“Is that better?” Stevie’s voice loses its faux-sweetness as she checks in. She sounds like the real Stevie now, a little anxious but full of love and genuine questions about Eddie’s wellbeing.

Eddie’s next exhale is a loud sigh. She doesn’t want to talk yet, wants to enjoy the quiet a little longer. But she knows Stevie needs an answer, so she hums, “Mmm-hmm.”

“Does your arm hurt?”

It has been twisted behind her for a while, Eddie has to admit. Reluctantly, she lets go of Stevie’s hand, flexing her fingers and dropping her arm to relax on the mattress next to her. It immediately relieves the pain in her shoulder that she had barely been aware of.

“There you go.” Stevie sits back on her heels, still not pulling out yet. “Anything else hurt?”

Eddie shakes her head. Her pussy is sore but that’s the good kind of hurt, not the bad kind Stevie means. She clenches around the dildo inside her to feel the ache flare again, like pressing on a bruise. It’s not too bad now that Stevie isn’t shoving it in as far as it can go. Eddie wishes it hurt just a little bit more.

“Do you want some water or something?”

No, she wants to lie here and feel Stevie’s warm skin against hers and bask in the love surrounding her and stay in this moment forever. The tears well up again and she shuts her eyes to stop them from overflowing.

“Okay, I’m going to grab a washcloth and clean you up a little—”

Eddie can’t stop the tears any more. “No!” she cries, knowing it’s going to make Stevie worry about her, which makes her cry even more.

Stevie shushes her and runs her hands up and down Eddie’s sides like she’s petting a nervous horse. “Okay, it’s okay. I’ll stay right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

She bites her tongue on an apology. Stevie always tells her she doesn’t have to be sorry for how she feels, especially not after a scene. It still feels wrong, making Stevie scramble to appease her. She definitely can’t say she’s sorry for being sorry, so she just sniffles into the bedspread instead.

“Is it okay for me to pull out, sweetheart? Then I can lay down and hold you.”

“Please?”

Stevie does just that, twisting awkwardly to shimmy out of the strap-on harness and settle next to Eddie without disturbing the bed too much. She pulls Eddie close, letting her head rest on her chest and combing her fingers through the sweaty tangle of Eddie’s hair. “How’s that?”

“Better,” Eddie croaks, and it’s not a lie. Her cheek is pillowed on one of Stevie’s fantastic tits, surrounded by strong arms and soft curves and shiny hair and sweet perfume.

“Good.” Stevie presses a kiss to the top of her head. “You were so good for me, baby. Did everything I asked.”

The praise settles into the hollow spaces inside Eddie, the part of her that feels empty without Stevie inside her. The praise fills her like she’s a helium balloon and Stevie’s arms around her are the ribbon tethering her to the ground so she doesn’t fly away.

She floats comfortably into sleep like that, held and loved and lighter than air.

[desires-of-chain]

*holds microphone toward you* do you have any thoughts of gentle dom reader doting and spoiling First rotten.

I have like so many thoughts of First, it's ridiculous honestly.

Listen, First seems the type to cry during gentle sex, so pretty too! The soft loving motions you give him, has him sobbing softly, whining up into your hold as you fuck him. The sweet words that drip from your mouth like saccharine wine into his mind got his toes curling and spine bending.

Call him darling, dearest, my love, my heart, etc. and he'll melt. Give him a massage whether his back, ass or dick 😏 he sighs so lovely when he becomes one with the bed. Such a pretty red flush to his cheeks, sweat dripping his face to pool at his neck.

Get him between your legs, let him rest his back on your front; stroke his dick, caress his balls and make him whimper, give him open mouth kisses. He'll be all yours to worship.

Oh? A sub drop? That's quite okay! make sure to talk to him through it while gathering things to get for him. Clean him up nicely, put him in satin pajamas and cuddle him close.

He's in the subspace? Perfect. Pinch and twist his cute nipples, listen to him choke on his words for more. Arch his hips up into your hold. Press kisses against his scars. He'll be nothing but a limp noodle in your hold, it also strokes a bit of your ego too! The trust he holds for you is big! Please don't break it.

[late-to-the-party-81]

Loving you means loving myself - Chapter 3

AN: Here it is, my late third entry for Hot Bucky Summer, organised by @buckybarnesevents. This is chapter three of my Shinkyclinks short story.

For the Week Three prompt “Where do you want me?”, I have chosen Bent over.

Thank you to @cable-knit-sweater for cheerleading and @linnahiell for beta-ing

Mood board by me and dividers by @firefly-graphics

Masterlist | Hot Bucky Summer Masterlist | Chapter 2

Summary: After a relaxing evening Bucky and Steve retire to the bedroom.

Relationship: Beefy Bucky x Small Steve

Word Count: 2.6k

CW: Indulgent fluff, body worship, explicit sexual content (rimming, anal fingering, blowjobs, anal sex), subspace, dirty talk, light D/S tones, Daddy kink, everything is soft and nothing hurts.

In the end, Bucky wasn’t actually sure how much time had passed between him climbing on the bed and Steve making his presence known. It could have been five minutes, or fifteen, or anywhere in between. All he knew is that he’d entered a state of deep relaxation, just focusing on his breathing, the scent of the candles and the odd pop and crack the wicks made, which meant that when Steve did come in, Bucky didn’t notice until those warm hands settled gently on his hips.

He jolted and let out a small sound of surprise, eliciting a chuckle from his lover, but still stayed in his bent over position - he hadn’t been told to move yet.

“Don’t go all sleepy on me, love.”

“‘M not, Daddy. Jus’ relaxing.”

Steve let out a pleased hum and ran his hands over the lingerie stretched over Bucky’s skin. He moved outwards from the apples of Bucky’s ass, round his hips and settled briefly at the front, either side of his cock. Steve then slid his hands up Bucky abs and over his pecs - his tits - testing their weight.

“This is new, isn’t it baby? I love the colour. It looks so pretty against your skin. It’s gonna be a shame to take it off you.”

Bucky felt a sense of pride swelling in his chest, and knew that he was also flushing under his Dom’s praise. Objectively he knew he looked good like this. Sexy. Desirable. But it was a different thing to hear it validated from Steve’s lips. It brought a joyful warmth to his heart, making him feel confident in himself and his own decisions.

Steve’s lips trailing over his spine pulled Bucky from his own thoughts and back to the present where he needed to be. Kisses littered his shoulders, and lips sucked and teeth nipped at the soft parts of his skin to leave marks. Steve’s fingers, slightly rough and calloused, continued to explore at the same time. 

They traced the outline of the lacy pattern of Bucky’s panties. 

They slipped under the wait and at his hips to gently squeeze his flesh. 

They slid up and under the chest band of the bralette to brush over his pink, aching nipples, and he couldn’t stop either his small whimper, or his cock from waking up once more.

“Daddy! ‘S so good. I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too, sweetheart. And I’m gonna show you how much. Gonna be so sweet to you.”

Those words were music to Bucky’s ears and he couldn’t help but shake his hips and ass, making Steve laugh lightly again. 

“Careful, baby. Don’t start being a brat now”

Bucky knew Steve was teasing, but he whined unhappily anyway. 

“‘M sorry, Daddy.”

“I know.”

This time, when Steve’s fingers slid under the waistband of Bucky’s panties, it was so he could pull them from his lover’s body. It wasn’t fast or frantic. It was slow and reverential, with Steve’s lips kissing over every freshly exposed inch of flesh. Steve was only rough with clothes he had bought for Bucky, normally for the specific purpose of being destroyed, but Bucky had bought these, so Steve treated them with respect. It also matched with his whole ethos, that a slow and steady build up was more than worth the reward it wrought. He loved to have Bucky dizzy with desire and need, trembling beneath him in erotic anticipation before giving him what he was waiting for.

With gentle hands, Steve moved Bucky in order to get his underwear over his knees and off his ankles, before dropping the scrap of lace onto the bed. Bucky’s cock, fully erect now under Steve’s ministrations, hung heavily between his legs. Steve wrapped his hand around it gently, and with the pad of his thumb, smeared the pearl of precum that had pooled in Bucky’s cock-slit across the whole head.

Bucky let out a low, muffled moan into the sheets and tried to mentally prepare himself for what was about to happen. He tried every time, but it never worked, but maybe, just maybe,  this would be the time where he didn’t go all fuck-drunk.

Both of Steve’s hands moved to Bucky’s ass, cupping the ample flesh and groping it. Steve was teasing him, building up the anticipation, and Bucky both loved and hated it. Part of him wanted to shout at Steve to get on with it. He’d done that before, but only once. Steve had spanked him fast and hard for his impatience, leaving Bucky a mewling, horny mess, only to then jerk off over the pinked skin and then refuse to touch Bucky further for three days. Neither of them had gotten any enjoyment from that.

Just when Bucky thought he was going to go mad from the soft, tentative touches and kisses to his prickling flesh, Steve put him out of his misery. He spread Bucky’s cheeks without ceremony and dove in, his tongue swirling and stabbing at the puckered muscle, forcing it to relax and allow him entry. A deep, salacious noise left Bucky, one so loud that even the pillow his face was pressed into failed to quieten it. 

Bucky enjoyed every single thing Steve did to him, but if he had to pick an absolute favourite it would be the way Steve ate his ass. The phrase ‘a starving man at a banquet’ wasn’t the correct description, because it wasn’t feral and unrefined like that phrase suggested - that wouldn’t be Steve. It was, like everything else his Dom did, done with care, attention and forethought. It was done with an innate understanding of Bucky’s body and libido and mind. It was done in a way that would dissolve him into a subby mess almost incapable of words.

As soon as Bucky’s hole was relaxed enough for Steve to fuck his tongue in and out with ease, he changed tack. He started to suck and nibble on Bucky’s rim. Every so often he pulled away, dropping down to lave at Bucky’s taint and his balls. Bucky could feel his cock bobbing and throbbing with need, but he knew it would be a while before Steve paid it attention again. Every time his whines increased in pitch, Steve would slow down and change his focus, keeping Bucky on edge and needy - the perfect pliant boy. When the only words he could manage to speak were “Daddy” and “Please”, repeated over and over like a plea to a Bacchanalian deity, Steve pulled away.

Bucky’s world had fuzzy edges to it as Steve shuffled around him, speaking in a low voice as he shifted Bucky out of his bent over position.

“Come on, baby. That’s it, let’s move you. So sweet for me. My beautiful, cockhungry, boy.” 

Bucky turned around on the bed, and as his eyes blinked open he saw that Steve was still dressed, black tailored slacks clinging to his lithe frame, white shirt open at the collar and sleeves rolled up his strong arms. If it wasn’t for his flushed and wet face, he’d be the picture of sartorial elegance.

Steve smiled coyly at Bucky as he pulled his shirt from his pants and started to open the rest of the buttons. He maintained eye contact as he removed the garment, stripped off his undershirt and eased the fly of his slacks open over the prominent bulge behind the zipper. 

He didn’t wilfully discard his clothes across the room. Like Bucky had done when he’d undressed earlier, Steve carefully folded his slacks and placed them on the dresser to be put away later, and quickly crossed to the bathroom to place his shirt and undershirt in the laundry hamper, his briefs swiftly joining them. 

In Bucky’s eyes, such ease of movement, completing such basic tasks, shouldn’t have been erotic, but when Steve did them, they somehow were. His hooded eyes were transfixed on Steve’s cock as he strode back to the bed. Was sucking Steve’s cock a close second favourite to having his ass eaten? In that moment Bucky believed it was, and it was only when Steve climbed up onto the bed, kneeling up in front of Bucky and then letting out a chuckle, that Bucky realised his mouth had fallen open of its own accord, ready and waiting to engulf his Dom. 

“Such a good boy. Always ready to take Daddy’s cock, in any way possible. The next time I’m working from home, you’re gonna take the day off work yourself, so you can spend it on your knees, under my desk, keeping my cock warm.”

With one hand, Steve wove his fingers into Bucky’s hair, tightening them at the back of his skull, the tugging of the hairs providing a delicious counterpoint of pain that helped to bring Bucky slightly out of the fuzzy place he’d been sinking into. With the other hand Steve took hold of his cock, slapping it on Bucky’s tongue as the young man waited to be used.

“You want this baby? You wanna choke on this cock?” 

It was an entirely rhetorical question, and both of them knew it. Bucky blinked up at Steve hoping his complete adoration was showing on his face. He could feel his saliva pooling in his mouth, threatening to drip off his extended tongue, and he could feel some of Steve’s pre-cum cooling on his cheek where it had got smeared. He was exactly where he wanted to be.

Steve’s smile got darker, along with his eyes, and he slowly pushed his cock into Bucky’s waiting mouth. Their gazes were locked until Steve’s cock met the back of Bucky’s throat and both of them closed their eyes and groaned, Bucky’s distinctly less audible. With both hands now tangled in Bucky’s locks, Steve started to gently flex his hips, enjoying the warm constriction of his lover’s mouth and throat. 

The fuzzy feeling that had eased off a bit was now hurtling back, covering Bucky like a blanket as he was just taken over by Steve. The taste of him. The feel, the smell, the sounds. He’d never get tired of this and had long since stopped questioning why being used by Steve just felt so right. It had never been like this with previous partners when an act like this had felt humiliating. But, even though Steve was currently taking, it wasn’t just for his own ends. He could in theory fuck Bucky’s face harder, more harshly, and just get himself off, but that wasn’t what this was about. It was about love and trust and adoration.

Bucky lost time as Steve fucked into his his mouth, just breathing through his nose, while resting on his hands and knees. He was aware of his saliva spilling out of his mouth, over his chin and dripping onto the play mat, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was Steve. And when Steve finally withdrew himself, too on edge to continue, Bucky barely made a sound, just closed his mouth and smiled, dopily.  He was almost like a rag doll when Steve rolled him over, pulling his bralette over his head, with only a quiet whine making its way between his spit-slick lips.

When fingers covered in cold, wet lube brushed over his puffy, relaxed hole, a louder whine broke from him, but Steve shushed him and stroked through the hair flopping across Bucky’s forehead.

“I know, sweetheart. I know. Just relax now. Let Daddy get you ready. My sweet baby. So pretty. So smart and strong.”

One finger breached him, which quickly turned into two. Steve scissored them gently, stretching Bucky out reverentially, and Bucky just let himself feel. Every few strokes Steve’s fingers brushed teasingly over his prostate and he quivered, knowing that oh-so-soon Steve cock wouldn’t be so teasing. The third finger made him moan, and made his hips thrust up of their own accord. He wanted it. He wanted Steve’s cock. 

No. He needed it. 

He tried to say it, tried to say anything, but the words wouldn’t come, just unintelligible babbling pouring from his lips.

Steve’s fingers left him, and a pillow was pushed under his hips, then as Steve’s cock finally - finally - breached him, Bucky cried out, almost a wail of need and relief. Steve lovingly carved out a space within him, a special, sacred space that belonged to the both of them. Bucky somehow managed to raise his arms, looping them limply around Steve’s neck, as Steve kissed him properly for the first time this evening.

Steve’s tongue invaded Bucky’s mouth, just as his cock was invading Bucky’s ass. Bucky was so very full and it was wonderful and overwhelming and not enough. Steve thrust into him, over and over, Bucky’s own cock wedged between them, rubbing over Steve’s abs with each movement. 

Steve hooked one of Bucky’s legs over his hips, changing the angle and thrusting deeper and Bucky wailed again, plaintive and pleasured as Steve hit that magical, tantalising spot that made supernovas explode and then be reborn behind his eyes.

He wanted to speak, tell Steve something important. Tell Steve just how much he loved him, but there wasn’t enough of his consciousness left to make his voice work. But Steve said it for him, whispering against Bucky’s lips honeyed words of adoration.

“I love you, Buck. Love you so much. Fuck! So perfect. I need you to cum for me, baby. I know you can do it. Cum for me and I’ll fill you up, just how you like it. My darling, boy.”

For a split second the universe froze and then Bucky’s eyes snapped open, trapped in Steve’s ocean blue depths and then pleasure exploded through his body.

“Da-ddy!” His fingers curled into Steve’s shoulders, tears of joy rolling down his face as his cock twitched, spilling his cum between them in hot spurts that seemed to keep coming and coming. Steve’s lips captured his own again, drinking in the sounds as he continued to thrust his hips. Bucky thought that the pleasurable torment was never going to end, the overstimulation sending his head into a whirl, when Steve finally groaned his own pleasure into Bucky’s mouth, filling him up as he’d promised and the world ceased to exist.

Bucky came back to himself to the sound of Steve humming and the feeling of fingers stroking lovingly through his hair. He opened his eyes to find himself laying on Steve’s chest, his ass pleasurably achy but not sticky, and the coverlet pulled up to Bucky’s armpits. Tilting his head he smiled up at his Daddy. His lover. His partner.

“Hey, Stevie.”

“Hey, Bucky. You back with me now? You were pretty deep down there.”

“Mmmm. Was nice.”

Steve’s lips turned up at the edges.

“Just nice? I’m not doing it right if you think it’s just ‘nice’.”

Bucky rolled his eyes.

“You know what I mean. I’d best move, though - I must be heavy on top of you like this.”

Steve swiftly moved his hands from Bucky’s hair to his torso, wrapping his arms around him and holding him close.

“Don’t you dare. I love it when you’re like this, all cuddled up and sweet.” He leant forward and dropped a kiss on Bucky’s forehead, before tipping his chin even further up so he could brush their lips together. “I love you so much, Bucky.”

“I love you too, Steve.”

Bucky closed his eyes again, wriggling and shifting to get comfortable, one arm draped across Steve’s slim waist, and his last thought before the deep sleep of the well fucked came to claim him, was that he couldn’t imagine ever being happier than he was right now.

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[bakugosbratx]

hey! I saw your requests were open. could you write something related to subspace + aftercare for uzui, sanemi and rengoku? no pressure! i hope the new year is treating you well :)

AFTERCARE WITH TENGEN, SANEMI, & RENGOKU

Warning: 18+ Content. BDSM, Subspace, aftercare, cursing, little space, dd/lg dynamics, spanking, punishment, fluff, sub! reader, dom! characters, mention orgasm denial, edging, brat taming, etc.

A/N: Hello! So, I hope I process your request correctly. If I didn’t, I apologize in advance. I hope the new year is treating you wonderfully, my dear :)

Tags: @knyplaymatemansion @kireirengoku @cherrykamado @ovarysnake23 @spidermilfs @planetonet

• Tengen loves when you are in subspace. He thinks it’s so adorable. Especially when you are all so cute and small for him. I mean, you are already small compared to his height, but that’s besides the point.

• Tengen can tame a brat if necessary. Let’s be honest, the man has three wives. All of them with the capabilities of being brats yet he has tamed them all. You are no different.

• Tengen will let you have your bratty moments, but he is not afraid to discipline you. You will be bent over his lap so fast, your pants and underwear around your ankles, your bottom sore from all the spankings you receive. And guess what? Your cries and pleas fall on deaf ears.

• Don’t worry, though. Tengen will give his lover some affection after a punishment. Expect cuddles in his big strong arms, some possible gifts, a nice bath, or — his personal favorite — a long night of sex.

• There is no reason to be embarrassed if people have heard you sobbing from getting your bottom slapped. You will be stuffed with his huge cock, your cries are long forgotten as everyone hears Tengen please his significant other.

• Before you all come for me, Tengen looks at sex as a form of aftercare. Still, he can be sweet and draw you a nice bath where he will put your favorite bubbles and toys, bathe your delicate skin, and tell you how much you mean to him.

• Sanemi is a rough dom. That is a given.

• A true sadist.

• He gets a high from punishing you.

• Whether that be in the bedroom, if you are being a brat, or just his natural state, Sanemi has it his way or the highway.

• If you decide to brat to him, good luck. Your ass will be beaten until you can’t even feel it. All of your toys or favorite items are confiscated. Oh, and don’t think you are cumming anytime soon.

• Sanemi is harsh like that.

• But underneath all of that rough exterior, Sanemi is a lover and he loves taking care of his lover.

• After he calms down, expect cuddles, sweet words of affirmations, and massages. He enjoys using his large, muscular hands so he will massage your body. Whether that be after punishment or after sex because we all know, he is rough during intercourse.

• All your limbs that he bent in weird angles, any marks he left on your body to claim his territory, and any scar will be covered in sweet kisses and gentle massages because if there is one thing Sanemi is good at is using his hands.

• Sanemi just loves pulling you apart just to piece you back together all over again.

• Kyojuro is such a soft dom.

• But, sweets, don’t mistaken his kindness for weakness.

• You see, Kyojuro loves when you are in a little space. He thinks you are so sweet and cute, babbling about any and everything that comes to your mind.

• But if you try to brat to him, those beautiful eyes of his turn sinister. His speed, words, and actions turn frightening.

• It takes a lot to get Kyojuro worked up, but when you do, you have really tested his patience and you are now stuffed with his cock, edging you from sweet release onto his cock.

• “Where is all that attitude now, babe?” Kyojuro chuckled as you cry, begging for release on his length. All to get denied, a slap delivered to your ass. “Nonsense! You don’t need to cum. Silly little one.”

• Lucky for you, Kyojuro isn’t cruel. He will let you cum once you earned it. Then he will clean you up after he gets his fix, kissing your beautiful face before carrying you into the bath, bathing you. Then he gets you dressed in some comfortable clothes, brush your hair, and cuddles you to sleep.

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[sunshineseung]

scenario: bang chan is your boyfriend and you invite another member over for a threesome :) here’s how it goes~

1. minho

chan had a bad feeling about inviting minho over at first, because he knows how minho can be, but while being a very strict and hard dom, minho is also very versed in bdsm practices and you have a long conversation beforehand about boundaries, safe words, etc. once the action finally starts, minho’s shockingly gentle with you, because he knows that’s how chan is with you. as things progress, minho gets more rough as chan soothes you and praises you, a stark contrast to minho slapping you and tugging your hair. “i got you, baby,” chan says as he fucks you doggy style, minho’s cock choking you from the front. “yeah, moan around my dick, pretty little slut.” chan can go for multiple rounds, making sure to fill your holes plenty before minho finally releases inside your ass after edging himself all night with your body. you’re definitely doing this again with minho.

2. changbin

oddly possessive over you from the start despite chan being the one dating you. very “you’re mine tonight, got it?” despite fully indenting to share you with your boyfriend. changbin will take priority kissing you and worshiping your chest while chan keeps his mouth busy between your legs, just a lot of tongue all over your body. when it comes to dirty talk, changbin is pretty quiet other than a few “you like this?” and “good boy/girl/baby”. changbin pushes chan away so he can have his turn between your legs, but chan stays put, resulting in a fight between doms, one changbin is meant to lose the second chan manhandles him back onto the bed, resulting in a whole new dynamic: sub!changbin. now chan’s domming two obedient subs, ordering the two of you to fuck each other just how he wants so chan can get off. very fulfilling for chan’s cuckolding kink, that’s for sure. “aw, binnine’s too worked up to think for himself, huh? can’t help but use y/n like a little toy. so cute. and you’re supposed to be the stronger one? it’s funny, really.” chan’s a little evil when domming buff boys lol aftercare is very gentle, both of them tending to you like you’re royalty.

3. hyunjin

highkey really soft despite the situation. hyunjin 100% wants you restrained with cuffs around your wrist, tied to the bed frame, with a blindfold covering your eyes. after the prep, it’s really cute! chan and hyunjin slowly worship your body, bringing you to orgasm after orgasm, sharing your holes and making you feel as good as possible. hyunjin certainly has a thing for his slender fingers disappearing inside your mouth, watching you drool after he pulls them out. hyunjin mostly jerks off to chan fucking you, his face just inches away from the action before he eventually lays beside you to whisper sweet nothings in your ear. “he fucks you good, doesn’t he? you like his big cock, don’t you? always so pretty and pliant for him. our good boy/girl/baby.” hyunjin doesn’t hold back fingering chan’s cum back inside you, either. if only you could see their faces when they cum together inside you, double penetration being their favorite thing to do to you at the very end.

4. jisung

before starting, he’d totally hype himself up like “ooo i’m gonna make you scream tonight, baby~” but the second it starts, chan coaxes him into subspace hehe. you get to switch between dom and sub, listening to chan while still telling jisung exactly how to pleasure both you and chan. at one point, jisung’s just watching and jerking off while chan fucks you from behind. “say my name, baby. let jisung know who you belong to.” jisung’s very handsy with you, though, gabbing and groping at everything he can. when he finally gets inside you, his brain absolutely melts like ‘omg this is my hyung’s partner wha-‘ and he cums right away, but chan doesn’t let him stop. things get messy very quickly with chan in your mouth and jisung between your legs, cumming inside you and licking his cum out right after, always with chan’s permission of course. jisung gets worked up easily though so he can go for a while, even to the point where chan’s tired lol. shower afterwards with jisung fucking you or you fucking jisung. either way, chan is watching ;)

5. felix

channie’s favorite ✨ trusts felix more than anyone, so ofc he trusts lix with you! shows him how to pleasure you then sits back and watches lix have his way with you. likes to guide lix’s hips too if chan sees him getting out of rhythm. praises both of you, “you’re so pretty baby, and lix, you fuck then so well. good boy~” felix has never been harder. felix, not wanting to have all the fun, insists that chan joins you two and gets his dick wet, and there’s no way chan would disagree! “think you can take both of us, sweetheart?” uhhh,,, yes!! double penetration with the most gentle men ever? please! they take such good care of you! chan even lets felix give you a few hickeys, although they are less noticeable than chan’s. still, the aftercare??? whew! bath, shower, whatever you two want, chan will jump up and grab or start or whatever. so caring, and of course you and lix take care of channie as well. no one gets left behind. this will probably become a regular routine between you three.

6. seungmin

odd pairing? but a fun one for sure. seungmin’s another one who wants to have a long conversation beforehand about boundaries and stuff, yaknow, important. once he feels totally comfortable with the situation, he’ll agree to the threesome. he can be pretty mean with you, but never rough. he lets chan do the rough part. seungmin won’t even lay a finger on you until you’ve begged him to touch you, while chan is absolutely dying to get you off. channie gets your whole lower body while seungmin fucks your mouth, gripping your hair and telling you what a good slut you are. “can’t have just one, huh? dumb fucking slut just wants to be full of cock. so pathetic… how does chan deal with you.” chan gets a little defensive but seungmin coaxes him back between your legs, working magic with his fingers. when chan finally gets his dick inside you, seungmin’s fingers are right on your clit, his efforts in edging you proving fruitful as time and time again you’re whining for more. chan almost feels bad, but seungmin’s in control here. chan cums, but seungmin doesn’t, and he’s fine with that. aftercare is mostly between you and chan, seungmin just getting dressed and leaving after making sure you’re okay. he doesn’t want to get into the “romantic” stuff since he isn’t your boyfriend.

7. jeongin

chan wants to use this as a “teaching moment” for jeongin, but jeongin isn’t totally innocent. he just likes playing the part to appease the other members. he’ll go with the little charade for a while until he finally gets his hands on you, skillful fingers working over your lower body while his mouth sucks on your jawline and neck. chan can’t even believe what he’s watching. jeongin loves watching you squirm under him, giving him full reign of your form. jeongin gets so in his head like ‘omg i’m fucking my hyung’s s/o’ it’s so thrilling for him, more than it is for jisung. chan stops him before he can get his dick out though, opting to take you first instead. chan makes sure to fill you with his cum before backing out and letting jeongin watch it drip, the younger’s mouth going to clean your hole before he takes a dive in himself. you feel so good, better than he thought. it doesn’t take jeongin long to lose himself inside you, all of your cum mixing together inside you. it’s so icky, jeongin just has to taste it. dirty boy… you all shower together, jeongin awkwardly standing behind you while chan washes you up. he just can’t take his eyes off of you.

this took so long to write but i wanna do the other members in this scenario too🧍🏾‍♀️pray for me

[yourmidnightlover]

letting go

summary - when spencer comes back from prison, there’s no doubt he’s changed, especially in the bedroom. 

warnings - cat-calling, inmates describing gross sex things, soft dom!spence, fem!reader, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (female receiving), hair pulling, fingering, aftercare, bit of subspace, fluff. *let me know if i missed anything*

wc - 3,758

masterlist

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spencer had been gone for almost three months. in prison. he was in prison for three months. in hell for 84 days.

you had visited him as much as you could, remembering the times he would be bruised and beaten each time you would visit him. some days his bruises would be even worse than the previous time.

on your visits, the men in the back would holler and cat-call you. you didn’t mind, as long as you were able to see spencer. but spencer did mind. he minded that those criminals were thinking things about you that only he, as your boyfriend, should be thinking. 

but he couldn’t do anything about it. 

the few times he tried, he only got beat worse. he wanted to defend you, to let you know that he could protect your image, but inside of that prison he couldn’t. he had no power. he had no control. 

you told him it was okay.

“i can handle a few whistles, spence,” you reached your hand across the table to gently stroke his knuckles. “it’s alright,” you tried to ease the obvious tension in his body.

“no. it’s not alright,” he softly argued. “you don’t even want to know what they’re thinking about right now,” he turned his eyes to the table, avoiding your gaze entirely. 

“i don’t need to know. i just need to talk to you,” you whispered softly. “i just need you to know how much i love you.”

“i love you, y/n,” he finally met your eyes, a small smile playing on his lips. 

when he would go back to his cell, or to eat lunch he would overhear people talking about you. talking about the things they would do to you. the things they were thinking about you.

“she’s got a fine ass, too. i would slam it so fucking hard, shit,” a large man groaned, recalling the image of you walking out of the building.

“i’d make dr. fbi watch while i did it, too. i don’t know how he got a bitch that looks like that,” another one replied.

he could only try to tune it out. most of the time it wouldn’t work. he would be doomed to the psychological torture of hearing them mention the crude things about you, unable to do anything about it.

so anytime you came to visit, he would have to mentally prepare himself for the worst. he wanted to see you, he truly did, but them saying those things about you made him want to restrict you from seeing him as a whole. but he loved you too much for that, and as selfish as it was, he needed to see you.

he needed your light heart. he needed your kind spirit. he needed your lifted energy. he just needed you. and if he had to do that while taking a bit of the names and annoyances, he would.

and you knew he hated it. so every time you visited him after the first time you would wear sweatpants and a hoodie or anything that would hide your figure. you wouldn’t wear makeup, you would try to look as unappealing as you could, just to try and make spencer more comfortable. 

but it didn’t necessarily work.

the first time you ever visited him, you wore your normal work outfit. a charcoal gray skirt, a matching gray blazer, white button up blouse, and black heels. that was probably the worst it was for spencer. you heard them hollering from behind the glass, trying to get your attention. you played it off cool in front of spencer, in spite of feeling slightly uncomfortable. 

he knew it made you uneasy, but you kept up your spirit for him.

the last time you had to visit was to tell spencer he was finally coming home. he thought it was just another visit, but he was also in  private meeting room waiting to see you. 

you could wear your normal work outfit to visit him again. 

you walked through the door, a small smile on your face. your eyes began watering from the thought of actually being able to touch him again, to feel his arms around you. to feel his lips against yours.

“you’re coming home now, spencer,” you felt the tear leave your eye, now rolling down your cheek.

his face changed as he came to the realization that he was no longer trapped in that hell hole. his eyes went wide, watering just like yours had as he walked quickly over to you, enveloping you inside of his arms completely. 

the first hug he’s had since he got transferred to the prison. he was glad it was with you. 

his arms went around your waist as yours were over his shoulders, his face nuzzled in your neck, his sniffles muffled by your skin. 

he relished in the smell of your shampoo, the feeling of your soft skin against his, the warmth of your body he’d missed for so long. he relished in your presence.

he pulled back long enough to press a firm kiss to your lips, his hands trailing up to cup your face softly. your hands held his arms right where they were, not wanting to let him out of your reach again. 

“i love you,” he said once he left your lips long enough.

“i love you,” you returned. 

the sweet paradise didn’t last for long because there was still the matter with cat. spencer was troubled with what was going on with his mom. stressed from the realization that he might lose her forever. he leaned on you even more during that time, needing your strength to help guide him through the hurt. you were more than happy to oblige. 

once you had all found his mom, safe and sound, spencer was finally able to relax a bit. you both had decided to have a night in, just the two of you.

you turned on some soft music, and began making dinner together. you hadn’t had a moment to actually breath for so long, let alone spend quality time together in your shared apartment. 

making dinner with him was mostly just you doing all of the work. it’s not that he didn’t want to help, he really did. he’s just not the best in the kitchen. besides, you’d rather have his moral support than him to help. 

so as you hovered over the stove, stirring the sauce the pasta was just poured into, he wrapped his arms around your waist, nuzzling his head into your shoulder and placing soft, gentle kisses. you turned around into his embrace, placing a kiss to his lips in return. 

“it’s almost ready, bubs,” you said with a smile. 

“smells fantastic,” he complimented. “but i’m also in the mood for something else right now,” he said with a mischievous grin.

“oh? and what is that?” you countered, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“i think you know what that is, darling,” he said, pressing a kiss to your jawline with a little nibble. 

“how about we save that for after dinner, yea? i don’t want it to get cold and i’m hungry right now,” you shrugged, releasing him from your grip and turning around completely. 

“well that doesn’t mean i don’t get to hold you while you finish up,” he argued, wrapping his arms around your waist again and resting his chin on your shoulder. 

“okay, well you do that, sir,” you laughed, stirring the pasta once more. “actually, can you hand me the plates, please?”

“of course,” he complied, handing you the plates that were on the already set table. “here you are.”

you both ate relatively quickly, you weren’t lying when you said you were hungry. after cleaning up a bit, which was spencer’s job since you cooked, you had both settled on the couch and were cuddling while watching a rerun episode of doctor who. 

he was laying his head on your chest, his arms wrapped around your body protectively as you stroked his hair softly.

then, he ran his hands underneath your shirt slowly, stroking the soft skin on your waist. his hands gradually went higher and higher on your stomach until the were right underneath your boobs.

“spencer?” you giggled. 

“hmm?”  he mumbled, lifting the shirt to reveal your stomach and lightly kissing it all over. 

“are you okay?” you asked, looking down at the man who was practically worshiping your body. 

“hmm, i’m perfect,” he hummed against your body. he let his hands go higher on your body, grasping your breasts through your bra. you let out a breathy exhale from his touch.

his lips traveled to replace his hands as they traveled to your back, looking up at you for permission before he unclasped your bra. you nodded eagerly.

“i need words, princess,” he ordered, his voice deeper than previous. 

“yes, please,” you squirmed, feeling the wetness pooling at your core as he undid your bra, revealing your chest to him as he threw it somewhere in the room. 

when his lips finally wrapped around one of your breasts, his hand went to the other one, playing with it gently. his tongue toyed with your nipple, his teeth gently grazing it occasionally.

“oh my god,” you breathed out heavily, your hips bucking up towards him for any friction. 

he brought his knee up to your core, giving you the perfect amount of pressure you needed. your hips ground against his knee quickly, begging for any kind of release you could get. his mouth switched breasts when he felt the other one was neglected. when he could tell you were getting close he snapped his knee away from your body, a low groan leaving your mouth.

“patience, princess,” he laughed against you, his mouth coming up to kiss yours fervently. “you’ll take what i give you, alright?” you nodded. “words,” he brought his hand up to wrap around your throat gently, not applying any pressure.

“yes, sir,” you moaned at this new found assertiveness. 

it wasn’t that he was never ‘in charge’ in the bedroom. it normally just took a while for him to get there. besides, he had also told you before how he kind of liked it when you were in control of him. you liked it either way, as long as you were with spencer you loved it. 

“i want you to go to the bedroom for me. you should be undressed by the time i go in there. no touching yourself. got it?” he asked, his hand moving from your neck to your chin, pressing it between his fingers.

“i’ve got it, sir,” you nodded eagerly as he allowed you to get up and make your way to the bedroom. you followed ever instruction he had given you, finding it even harder to not touch yourself while you waited for him. you sat in the center of the bed on your knees, facing the door.

after a few minutes you finally heard footsteps outside of the door. when he entered, he looked at you with such loving, caring eyes you weren’t sure what you had done to deserve him.

“princess,” spencer greeted you, “if you’re not comfortable with doing this you don’t have to act like it for me,” he said in his normal sweet tone as he sat beside you on the corner of the bed, his arm tracing down yours softly. “i need you to be totally and completely sure that you’re okay with this.”

“i am, spence,” you assured him. “i promise. if i don’t like anything i’ll say red like we normally do. i remember the stop light system,” you finished, leaning more into his touch.

“alright, i was just checking,” he leaned in, placing his free hand on the side of your face to bring you in for a tender kiss. “i love you.”

“i love you.”

“alright, princess,” he switched his normal tone into one of dominance. “ready?”

“yes, sir. i’m ready,” you agreed, clenching your thighs together to find any source of relief.

“good girl,” he leaned in, placing another kiss on your lips. when your hands went to wrap around his neck and in his hair he grabbed them in his own. “no. good girls ask for permission.”

“i-i’m sorry, sir,” you apologized. “i just-you’re so...” you trailed off.

“maybe i need to restrain these since you clearly have no control of them,” he wondered, moving to hold both of them in one of his hands.

“n-no sir, please. i’ll be good now. i promise,” you pleaded, trying to convince him otherwise.

“i don’t think so. sit against the bed frame,” he ordered as he moved to the closet to grab two ropes for your wrists. “now, maybe next time you’ll have half a mind to ask permission before touching me,” he began wrapping your wrists securely in the ropes.

“yes, sir,” you nodded sadly, your eyes reaching the bedspread.

“are these tight enough?” he asked as he pulled on one of the ropes.

“yes, sir. they’re tight enough,” you pouted.

“hey, princess,” spencer pulled his hand to your cheek, his thumb gently grazing your cheekbone as you nuzzled into his touch. “this is because you need to learn, alright? it won’t be forever.”

“alright, sir,” you smiled as he placed his lips to yours one more time.

“you’re my girl, right?” he asked as his hand began trailing down your naked body, tracing every curve you have.

“yes, sir,” you breathed out, goosebumps forming from his touch.

“mmm, you’re so beautiful,” he hummed as his hands traced from your hips down to your center, purposely missing the one place you craved his touch.

“please, sir,” you closed your eyes, hoping to feel his hand giving you some kind of relief.

“what did we talk about patience earlier?” he said as he moved his position on the bed.

“i-i take what you g-give me,” you recalled from your earlier conversation.

“so you’ll take what i give you now,” he said as he trailed kissed across your thighs in an upward direction. “i can’t even tell you how much i missed your pretty pussy. how often i thought about it late at night when i was alone,” he growled into your body. “i thought about,” he moved his hand to trail right above your clit, going all around it but never making any contact, making you squirm even more, “how responsive you are. i thought about how good you taste on my tongue,” he said as he trailed his tongue right over your entrance, a low groan leaving your mouth. “thought about that noise.”

“oh, god,” you mumbled as his tongue continued to move at your entrance, occasionally going in and out, eventually his tongue making its way to your clit and flicking it gently. “shit, yes,” your hips were nearly grinding against his face, your arms yanking at the bedframe.

the way he would groan into your pussy, just turned on from all the noises that emitted from your body was enough to send you over the edge as his tongue continued it’s attack on your clit. the only thing is, you needed permission.

“please, please, please, sir,” you begged.

“please what, princess?” he asked, his fingers taking his tongues place and continuing to move.

“please can i cum? p-pleaseeee?” you pleaded, tears pricking your eyes.

“cum for me,” he ordered. “show me how pretty you are when you cum,” he said as his lips connected with your pussy once more, finally sending you over the edge.

“fuck! yesss! oh my god,” you cried out as he worked you through the high.

the only thing is, he didn’t stop once you came down. he kept on going. he moved his fingers to your center and slowly pushed them inside of you, moving them rapidly in motion with his tongue on your clit. his fingers accompanied with his tongue and the way he moaned against your body was quick to bring you right back to that edge, you found yourself falling over it very quickly.

“oh my- please! can i cum? i’m so so close please?!” you begged once more.

“go ahead, princess,” he mumbled quietly against you.

you came with a string of ‘thank you’s’ as your hands pulled against the restraints violently.

“yesss, oh my god!” you yelled as you came down from your high once more.

“good girl, you’re doing so good for me,” spencer praised as his hands trailed up to your breasts, gently massaging them.

“mm, thank you, sir,” you relished in his touch.

“i’ve missed you so much, waiting to taste you like that again...” he trailed off. “waiting to be inside you again. to feel you cum all over my dick, god i miss that,” he growled.

“me too, sir. please,” you huffed out, squirming as he trailed kisses up your torso. “i-i want to feel you, please,” you pulled against the ropes. 

“does my princess want to touch me?” he teased, trailing his hand down the side of your face.

“yes, sir. please!” 

“since you’ve been so good, i’ll allow it,” he complied, finally undoing the restraints. you held your arms against your side as he massaged them, trying to bring the feeling back. “alright, princess. you can touch me now.”

“thank you, sir,” you said as you brought your hands to the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you so you could kiss him. 

“on your knees,” you immediately rolled over to your knees, your ass waving in the air waiting for spencer. “good girl,” he chuckled, his hand tracing the curve of your ass before giving it a squeeze. 

before you knew it, spencer was pushing himself into you. it had been so long since you’d been with him, it felt like the first time you had been together. subtle whimpers left your mouth as he was fully sheathed inside of you.

“fuck, i missed your tight pussy,” he growled, his words causing more wetness to pool where the both of you met. 

“it-it’s too big, sir,” you cried as he pulled back out slowly, only to push himself inside once more. “ah!” 

“take it, sweet girl. i know you can take it,” he bent down to moan into your ear as he slowly thrusted into you again. “uh... just like that, princess. just like that,” he groaned. his hands found your hips, guiding them onto his cock even with his thrusts inside of you. 

“oh my god,” you huffed as your face began to turn into the bed, the pillows and sheets muffling your sounds. “fe-feels so full.”

“you’ve got it, sweet girl. be my strong girl, alright,” he said, noticing the way your head nodded in the pillows. he trailed his hand up your back and grasped your hair, pulling your body up to meet his. “words, princess.”

“yes, sir. i-i’m so s-sorry,” you stuttered out, your head leaning back on his shoulder as his hand trailed down the front of your body. his thrusts only sped up the longer he stayed inside you. “oh, yes, yes, please!” you begged, not sure what for.

“what is it? huh?” he moaned in your ear. “want me to cum inside of you? or do you want to cum all over my dick? which is it?”

“bo-both, sir. please!” you confirmed as he quickly pulled out of you just to flip the both of you over so he was on top of you.

his hand found its way to the crest at the center of your body, doing rapid yet gentle strokes to get you just where you needed to be. before you knew it, your third orgasm of the night had come and gone. your arms went around his waist and neck, trying to pull him impossibly closer to you. the warmth and pulsing of your pussy helped pull spencer over the edge soon after you, his release inside of you being something you didn’t know you missed so much. 

“fuck, you’re such a good girl for me,” he groaned as he fucked his own release back into you. “so good, y/n. you’re so amazing,” he praised, pulling out of you as you whimpered from the overstimulation

“spencer?” you asked, feeling a bit hazy. 

“yes, princess?” he asked as he rubbed gentle circles on your hips.

“mmm, i love you,” you smiled dizzily.

spencer noticed that look. the glazed over eyes, the way your smile seemed slightly faded. he knew exactly what to do for that, too. 

“i love you too, sweet girl,” he smiled, placing a kiss to your forehead. “why don’t we get you cleaned up, yea?” spencer’s hand found your hair, gently running his fingers through it.

“shower with me?” you asked, your hands trailing his jawline ever-so-softly, barely ghosting over his skin.

“of course, y/n,” he agreed, getting up so he could guide you to the bathroom. 

he gently sat you down on the toilet as he started the bath just how you liked it. he made sure to add lavender epsom salts to soothe your muscles, which were more than likely sore from the night’s activities. he added a few essential oils which were good for anxiety, worry, and body aches just to be sure. 

“alright, sweet girl. ready for the bath?” he looked over his shoulder to find you practically on top of him.

“yes, sir,” you nodded. 

spencer sat behind you as you leaned onto his chest, his arms wrapping around your waist as his palms rested against your stomach. you interlaced your fingers with his on your stomach as your head tilted to lay onto his shoulder. 

“i missed you, spencer,” you broke the comfortable silence. “a lot.”

“i missed you too, y/n,” he replied, placing a gentle kiss to your temple. 

“can i ask something?”

“anything.”

“what was that tonight?” you asked. “i loved it, don’t get me wrong. it was amazing. it’s just... you normally aren’t like that.”

“well,” he sighed. “i guess it’s because every time you would visit, the other inmates would say things. like... really bad things about you,” he felt tears welling in his eyes from the memories. “and while i was in there, i couldn’t do anything about it. so i guess i was just a bit pent up from the frustration, is all,” he shrugged.

“i’m sorry, spence. but,” you turned to look him in the eyes. “you’re not there anymore. no matter where your mind might take you, you’re here. you’re back with me,” you wiped the tears that he didn’t even know fell as he mirrored that of yours.

“i’m so happy to be back,” he pressed your foreheads together, not breaking the eye contact. 

“i’m never letting you go again.”

[killerbananas]

Hello, my beloved 💝 I have some brain rot for you!!!

I've been feeling really stressed out and down in the dumps as of late. I'm dreaming of soft Daddy Erwin fucking the sadness away. I just want him to make soft, sweet love to me and I want him to praise me until I cry happy tears

Recherché

Headcanons, informal bullet writing, random dialogue of Erwin coaxing you out of your shell when the world is too heavy.

🔞 mdni | masterlist | 696 wc | afab!reader x Erwin

Warnings: smut; period sex, fingering, petnames enough to drive you nuts, sadness, period pain, DD////LG heavily themed, again petnames, fluff soft, Dom/sub tones, alluded punishment, subspace, praise, tears, bath sex alluded, established relationship, run-on sentences boarding brainrot wordvomit, biting/hickies, dirty talk, size sorta but not emphasized outside the repeated verbiage of 'little,' dry humping, palm grinding/riding/humping, piv alluded, kinda rough still because I'm just that way >.>; little humor, lmk??

AN: thank you for the opportunity to write this piece, sweet girl ♥️💋 if the formatting of the dialogue is not legible, please lmk and I'll fix it. I do not want to disadvantage anyone for the sake of "aesthetic."

Recherché [adjective]

re·​cher·​ché | \ rə-ˌsher-ˈshā , -ˈsher-ˌshā \

1a: EXQUISITE, CHOICE | 1b: EXOTIC, RARE | 2: excessively refined : AFFECTED | 3: PRETENTIOUS, OVERBLOWN

Synonyms: choice, dainty, delicate, elegant, exquisite, fine, rare, select

♥️ Erwin's hands are perfect for kneading every ache from your limbs, torso, breasts, tensed cheeks, spread thighs, womb with all the strategically tender care he knows how to cultivate.

♥️ The man is complexly capable and juggles the role of caretaker well when he knows you are at your lowest. You return it to him in spades by giving him every dark corner of your mind and body, such a willing flower for a charming gardener, thoughtful man, enthralling bedmate, supportive husband.

♥️ When the pain is the worst he knows the two most successful ways to help lie in either soft supple soothing praise of sensual release or carefully controlled counterpain to encourage that drop that begs your tears to cleanse your conscience, conscious, soul, psyche.

♥️ When your mind feels as if you're crumbling and the water floods your lashline, Erwin's all open arms and legs as he brings you to his chest. With your legs astride or across his lap, he guides the cascading chunks as you fall apart in the cage of his heartbeat. Hearing the thunk thunk eventually distracts your mind when he pairs a gentle humming that vibrates like hymns resonate with the balance your chaotic mind deserts you of.

♥️ You crave the skin to skin contact and strip in haste to your panties, appreciative of how he cradles your form to his own by nature and nurture of his care for you. He wants his baby close and to touch you, ground you, let you work yourself up on his lap and grind down when you're good and ready to let him help heal the hurt.

♥️ He makes eye contact and will tuck your hair back all to see his pretty baby's face because he reads you delicately when you need this touch, consideration, investigation of how to juggle your mood with just enough balm to the ache and gentle coaxing that let's his wide palms span your skin, traipse your body, spread your legs, dip into your panties.

♥️ He kisses the pout, blush, embarrassment, arousal right across your person as if a kindling you need only ask to burn for you. Erwin gets a deep pleasure seeing your lips part, lustswollen as you worked yourself up into the gesture of his obsession, devotion, fixation, fetish.

♥️ Back to his chest while his velvet hard-on ruts prespend smeared arousal along the cleft of your ass, he suckles the faintest marks along your throat, keeps his fore and middle finger strumming over your slick puffy sore sensitive little clit until you're barely able to breathe let alone remember his name as your worked up pussy pulses around nothing, his fingers soon rectifying the emptiness by sliding right down and stretching you around three thick digits in a dominating backwards apology that only serves to intensify the cresting euphoria as you grind into his pressing palm.

♥️ He mutters filthy perfect praise in your ear for letting go and letting him in and trusting him with the state of you. He is reverent and gentle, but firmly captivating and assuring in his convictions he professes.

♦️ ️ 𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵, 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓾𝓹, 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓰𝓸 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝓮. 𝓘'𝓿𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾. 𝓢𝓸 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓽𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮.

♦️ 𝓢𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓪 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶, 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮, 𝓼𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓼𝓸 𝓓𝓪𝓭𝓭𝔂 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻. 𝓢𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓶𝓮 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓲𝓽 𝓲𝓼, 𝓼𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝓮, 𝓫𝓪𝓫𝔂𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵.

♦️ 𝓓𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓘'𝓶 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓸𝓴. 𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝔂 𝓪𝓻𝓶 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓲𝓽 𝓸𝓾𝓽.

♦️ 𝓖𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵, 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽𝔂 𝓫𝓪𝓫𝔂𝓭𝓸𝓵𝓵, 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽'𝓼 𝓲𝓽. 𝓛𝓮𝓽 𝓓𝓪𝓭𝓭𝔂 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓹 𝔂𝓸𝓾. 𝓖𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂.

♦️ 𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮, 𝓭𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓶-𝓾𝓹 𝓸𝓻 𝓭𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓾𝓬𝓴 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮𝓭?

♦️ 𝓞𝓱, 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝔂𝓮𝓽. 𝓢𝓮𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼, 𝓲𝓽 𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓶𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓾𝓹 𝓽𝓸𝓸. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓶 𝓪 𝓫𝓲𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵. 𝓓𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓪 𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓸𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓬𝓸𝓬𝓴 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓭? 𝓦𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓫𝓸𝓶𝓫 𝓗𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓲𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓭𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓼.

♦️ 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮'𝓼 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓼𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓮. 𝓛𝓮𝓽'𝓼 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓬𝓾𝓽𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓬𝓾𝓷𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓾𝓵𝓵, 𝓱𝓶𝓶?

♥️ NEXT TIME: Let's talk breaking down walls, brats. 😔🙄😌

AN: I rarely write softer stuff and feel awkwardness because of that and this got me a lotta raw feels. So, I'll come back for edits later. I don't usually do this kind of writing either because I do not accept criticism of DD////LG kinks well as it's a sensitivity of mine and please remember this is fiction, all 21+ adults represented in this fantasy, there is no regression in this segment. That being said, if this gets received well I might do the second part, but it's gonna be the molten dark content opposite but also raw. Feedback gently requested if you're about that, anon friendly.

Taglist: @alex--nya @antoxsmith @bakidose @butwestillrememberyourname @casuallyck @chaotic-nick @dearbaji @eyesucket @i1k @icecreamranwich @lavenderdaisyhoney @pockcock @saccharine-darling @seychellse @sinnerofthewalls @stigandr-the-cat @theinariakuma

[hhawks]

my hero academia masterlist

iida tenya.

○ lights out (1.9k)

in which class 1-a's movie night interrupts you and tenya's night. (smut, light exhibitionism)

○ through the looking glass (1.2k)

kinktober day three: voyeurism (voyeurism, masturbation, slight exhibitionism)

midoriya izuku.

○ give and take (2.3k)

in which izuku gives and never takes, but his stepsister is willing to be the only thing he indulges in. (smut, stepcest, breeding, use of "nii-chan", creampie, overstimulation)

○ face like thunder (1.5k)

kinktober day thirteen: pegging (pegging, sub!izuku & dom!reader, dacryphilia, praise, breeding kink, master kink)

shimura tenko/shigaraki tomura.

○ pink in the night (25.9k)

stardew valley au: in whihc you meet the whirlwind enigma, tomura. (smut, angst, switch!tomura, switch!reader, dom/sub dynamics, semi-public sex, blowjobs, face-fucking, unprotected sex, slight size kink, belly bulge, light bondage, ass play, rimming, face-sitting, slight cumplay.)

togata mirio.

○ keep it sweet in your memory (2.4k)

in which mirio gives you exactly what you ask for. (smut, unprotected sex, thigh riding, daddy kink, spit as lube, anal, creampie, dumbifiation, degradation)

○ isn’t she sweet? (1.0k)

kinktober day sixteen: dollification (dollification, dubcon, dumbification, sexual inspection, daddy kink.)

takami keigo.

○ spreading you open is the only way of knowing you (2.4k)

in which hawks gets you off so much better than your boyfriend does. (smut, infidelity, fingering, oral (f. receiving), public sex, kinda exhibitionism) part one of two!

○ my hand's at risk, i fold (2.3k)

in which hawks fuck you better than your boyfriend does. (smut, unprotected sex, breeding, creampie, exhibitionism, infidelity) part two of two!

○ pretty face, pretty boyfriend too (4.6k)

in which your boyfriend hawks has been a bad boy. (smut, pegging, fingering (m. receiving), oral (f. receiving), face-sitting, mommy kink, light bondage, face slapping, choking, overstimulation, dacryphilia, degradation ANd praise)

○ drifting through an endless reverie (1.5k)

in which keigo helps you stop thinking. (smut, subspace, creampie, soft gentle sex)

○ in my mind (3.1k)

kinktober day eighteen: consensual noncon (! HEAVY NONCON ! explicit mentions of rape, rape fantasies, assault, violence, street violence and mugging, violent use of a knife, consensual noncon (but framed as noncon until the end), coercion, (roleplayed) virginity loss, cervix fucking, breeding, public sex, slight aftercare.)

○ belly ache (14.1k)

as the number two hero, hawks has the ability to do conceivably anything he wants. spend any amount of money, travel to even the most remote places in the world, and even cover up the string of murders committed by the girl he’s deathly in love with.  (descriptive murder, killing, wee bit of gore, clinical insanity tbh, INTENSE daddy kink, overstimulation, face fucking, somnophilia, mild dubcon)

todoroki shoto.

○ wake up, mommy! (1.7k)

kinktober day seven: somnophilia (somnophilia, stepcest, dubcon, infidelity, mommy kink, praise kink, submissive shoto.)

todoroki touya/dabi.

○ the littler things. (1.0k)

in which dabi loves none but you. (sub!dabi, dom!reader, pain kink, mommy kink, male masturbation, implied overstimulation)

hado nejire.

○ you are my high (1.7k)

kinktober day seventeen: stepcest (stepcest, dubcon, light coercion, fingering, oral, corruption kink, virginity loss.)

tsutsumi kaina/lady nagant.

○ the kind of girl you dream of (2.3k)

in which you spend your nights wishing your girlfriend would stay. (angst, oral (f! receiving), non descriptive fingering, slight dom/sub dynamics)

uraraka ochako.

○ oh no! (0.7k)

kinktober day five: orgasm denial (orgasm denial, edging, use of sex toys, scissoring/tribbing, mommy kink.)

yaoyorozu momo.

○ honey bee (1.5k)

kinktober day eleven: piss kink (piss play, praise, fingering, oral)

[earlgreydream]

slytherin parties (3).

| draco x reader | smut |

anon requested. But part 3 to slytherin parties?? Maybe add in someone new and they can kinda introduce them to what the do

a/n: this part is *slightly* different than the other two, and there’s a bit more of Theo being his sweet, soft dom self ♡

Draco’s hands rested on your waist, standing over you protectively. His lips pressed against the back of your head, giving the encouragement you needed.

“We can teach you, how to touch a girl,” you explained, stumbling a bit over your words. Cedric’s golden eyes were wide, and his gaze flitted up to Draco.

“You’re okay with that?”

“Of course, as long as I’m there. We play as a group.” Draco’s hands squeezed your waist, nodding at Cedric.

“I’m—okay,” Cedric stammered excitedly.

“Tonight then?”

“Tonight.”

Cedric had been eating lunch with you and your friends when he’d confessed to being nervous about not knowing how to please a girl. You, Pansy, Theo, Blaise, and Draco discussed letting him join your party, suggesting that they could teach him how to please a girl.

You waited patiently, wearing snowy white lingerie under your shift. Blaise was stretched out on the lounger in the corner, Pansy on his lap. She sipped from the glass of wine in her hand, his dark eyes watching your every movement.

You were growing a little nervous. You trusted your slytherin friends, and honestly, you did trust Cedric too. But the idea of him joining your intimacy had you a bit on edge. The desire overshadowed nerves though, and quiet excitement was buzzing through the room.

You leaned back into Theo’s chest, his arms going around your smaller body. His fingers brushed gently over your skin, sensing your anxiety.

“Nervous, love?” Theo asked, earning a hum in response.

Draco had gone to retrieve Cedric, needing to escort him to the slytherin prefect dorm where the four of you were waiting. Wine had been passed around, but Theo cut you all off at one glass, needing to be sober for inviting Cedric to the party.

The door opened, Cedric entering with Draco. Draco nodded at Theo, and Cedric looked at everyone with wide, fascinated eyes.

“Welcome, Cedric,” Pansy smiled, breaking the tension in the room.

“Hi.”

He was immediately distracted by the sight of Pansy in all-black lingerie. She smirked at his reaction, amused by how easily enamored he was.

“Look at me,” Draco ordered, and the boy turned.

“Either of the girls are uncomfortable at any moment, you stop. Got it?” Draco’s sharp gaze trapped Cedric.

“Yes, of course.”

“If not, we will fucking kill you.”

“I understand. I’m here, I’m playing by your rules,” Cedric nodded.

“Good.”

Theo tapped you gently, pushing you off of his chest and toward your boyfriend and Cedric. Draco’s fingers dragged you forward by the silk on your body, his lips latching with yours.

“Are you going to let Cedric touch you? Teach him how to make you feel good?” Draco’s voice was soft, his lips brushing your cheekbone as the words settled between you.

“Yes, it’s okay,” you consented, letting him slip your shift over your head, revealing skimpy white lace.

“Isn’t she sweet?” Draco asked, skimming his hands down your sides before slipping his hand into your panties.

“Very,” Cedric agreed, smiling at you.

Your fingers gripped Draco’s shirt and he leaned down to kiss you again, calming the storm in your head. Pansy rose off of Blaise, leaving him to entertain himself with Theo. Her delicate hands smoothed over your body, dipping under the cups of your bra.

“Go ahead, Cedric,” Draco granted the brunette permission as he stepped away. Pansy slipped the lace off of your shoulders, baring you to Cedric. She kissed your neck gently, drawing your hair away. 

Draco hesitated and whispered something to Cedric. You didn’t hear what, but it sounded vaguely threatening. Cedric nodded quickly before Draco pushed him toward you, his careful hands running up the front of your body. You nodded shyly, dropping your head back on to Pansy’s shoulder. Cedric’s thumbs gently circled over your hardening peaks, his movements slightly hesitant. 

“Be noisy, love, let Cedric know how good he makes you feel,” Pansy murmured against your cheek. You sighed softly in approval, and you watched the other three. Draco mouthed along Theo’s jaw, stroking the larger boy under his tight black boxers. 

You turned back to the situation you were in, and your fingers went to Cedric’s hair as his lips closed around your nipple, making you squeak happily.

“No, ma’am. Hands off, you’re not in charge tonight,” Pansy scolded, gripping your wrists and pulling them back around her neck. You made a noise of pain as she bit your shoulder, a reminder that you would be punished for misbehavior.

“Y/N, are you being naughty? Thought you promised to be good for Cedric.”

“I am being good,” you whispered shyly to Draco.

“Cedric, you can be more forceful.”

Cedric drew away from you for a moment, and Draco slapped your breast, making you gasp and lean into Pansy.

Cedric jumped a bit, but before he could think too much, you were tossed onto Draco’s bed. Draco made a hand gesture, and Theo was sliding in behind you. Draco knew Theo would be able to ease your anxiety about Cedric joining, and Pansy could take care of Blaise.

Theo’s fingers threaded in yours, taking a more gentle approach to restraining your hands. Cedric looped his fingers in the lace around your hips and pulled it off of you, leaving you bare in front of him. Draco gently slapped your inner thigh, wordlessly instructing you to spread your legs. 

“Tease her a bit and make sure she’s wet. You don’t want to hurt Y/N,” Draco patiently instructed Cedric, demonstrating with his own hand, expertly applying pressure to your clit. 

“Unless she asks,” Pansy smirked, laying beside you under Blaise. Cedric’s movements on you halted as he watched Blaise slowly fuck Pansy with her legs over his shoulders. Her moans of pleasure only furthered your desperation, and you wiggled your hips, trying to get the boys to help.

Cedric immediately turned back to you, long fingers dragging slowly between your folds. You squeezed Theo’s hands, and he leaned down to softly kiss you. 

“You’re being so good, sweetheart,” Theo praised softly against your lips. 

Under Draco’s encouragement, Cedric carefully eased two fingers inside of you, pumping slowly and filling the air with lewd noises. 

“Hold still! Pansy, put her to work,” Draco scolded as you tried to grind down on your hand. Theo gently hushed your whimpers, softly telling you to be still. His tenderness balanced Draco’s strict domination, reminding you that you were so loved.

Pansy gripped your hair, guiding herself to hover over you. Draco slapped your sex, muttering to Cedric to curl his fingers forward. Your vision flashed as he found the spot Draco was urging him to search for. Pansy sat on your face, and you ate her out, though her grinding was doing most of the work. You wanted to pull your hands free from Theo to grip her ass and guide her deeper, but you were powerless to their attempts to control your body. 

You worked to get her off, growing light headed by the time she finally came with a scream, pulling your hair roughly and sending pain prickling through your scalp. Blaise lifted her body off of you, and you breathed deeply. You struggled to hold back the orgasm Cedric was dragging you toward, and you shot Draco a pathetic look. 

Draco pulled Cedric off of you, licking your taste off of his fingers. You couldn’t stop yourself from moaning and pressing back into Theo at the sight of Draco being so filthy.

“Good girls are quiet, my darling. Do you need some help?” Theo lightly chastised you, tracing his fingers over the curves of your face. You parted your lips, letting him slip his fingers into your mouth, satisfying your oral fixation.

Your noises were silenced by Theo as Draco bent your knees to your chest, Cedric filling you up. 

“Leave some handprints on her, Cedric,” he smirked, groping you roughly before Cedric slapped your ass, gaining momentum as he pounded his hips into yours. You gagged a bit as Theo’s fingertips brushed the back of your throat, and the sight had Draco straining for release.

“Pansy, come here please,” Draco spoke, his eyes not leaving yours. 

Your gaze finally broke when Pansy crawled in front of him obediently. He grasped her chin and tilted her face up to look at him before lightly kissing her forehead. He slid off the mattress and moved her to lay down, her head hanging off the side.

“I’m going to fuck your bratty mouth, while Cedric here keeps railing Y/N. I want him to rough her up so much she wouldn’t even be able to take me after,” Draco sneered, making you whimper around Theo’s fingers. Cedric’s already forceful movements got rougher, and your eyes rolled back, feeling like he was tearing you open. 

Pansy sucked off Draco, giving you a break from multiple rounds of intensity, knowing Draco would never go easy. 

“You’re so fucking tight,” Cedric hissed, biting your inner thigh while he fucked you as hard as he could. Draco knew you could take it, you’d been passed around between him, Theo, and Blaise, and even Pansy on many occasions. 

Theo let you speak when you lightly bit him, signaling him to pull out.

“Draco, please let me-” your own scream interrupted your speech, your body jolting against Theo.

“You’ve been good, go ahead,” Draco said, reaching over Pansy to play with your tits, aiding you in getting off. 

You screamed as you came around Cedric, the pain mixing with the euphoria and sending you spiraling deeper into the subspace you’d been in all night. 

“Not inside of her,” Theo ordered, stepping into Draco’s authority as he was lost in his own orgasm. 

Cedric pulled out of you and came all over your chest, making your oversensitive body wince. His dark hair stuck to his skin and his eyes were wild and dazed as he tried to catch his breath. He dropped your legs, and Blaise waved his wand, taking pity and cleaning you up. 

Theo pulled you onto his lap, letting you snuggle into his chest. Blaise helped Pansy up, and the two of them left with Cedric. You were left alone with Draco and Theo, sleepiness and ache settling over you in a thick haze.

“Hey, my gorgeous girl,” Draco’s voice was soft now, the authority faded from his tone and replaced with sweet gentleness. 

You hid your face in Theo’s neck, snuggling deeper into the tan boy. 

“You did so well. You were so perfect for us.” 

Draco kissed your shoulder, gently trailing his fingertips along your body. Theo’s lips pressed to your forehead, and his quiet whispers relaxed the anxious part of your subspace.

“Look at Draco, sweetheart. Show him your pretty eyes,” Theo murmured, and you weakly turned to your blonde boyfriend. Draco smiled, leaning forward and kissing your cheek. 

“How’re you feeling, my love?”

“Achey,” you confessed shyly.

“I’m sorry. Let me help, yeah? You’re done, we’re not going to rough you up anymore,” he promised. 

You nodded, and Theo stood with you, the three of you moving into the hot water. Draco gave you sweet kisses, cheering you up as the two boys bathed you and massaged the pain out of your body. 

“I think...” you started, yawning in the middle of your sentence. They smiled, waiting patiently for you to finish. Theo’s fingers combed vanilla conditioner through your hair, distracting your thought.

“I think that you should let Cedric rail you next time, see how you fair,” you giggled softly at Draco. He grinned at you, smoothing his fingers over your cheek.

“Next time? So you’re not traumatized and angry and dumping me for letting him rough you up like that?” he teased, masking the very real fear in his voice.

“No, put I think I prefer you two being rough with me. Know my body better,” you looked back into Theo’s dark eyes.

“Him, rough with you? Hardly,” Draco laughed, accepting a gentle kiss from Theo. You were showered with kisses then, making you giggle and squirm between them. 

Ten minutes later, you were snuggled in bed between the boys, dried off and wearing Draco’s oversized quidditch sweater. You had tea in your hands, put there by Theo. Your head rested on Draco’s chest, his fingers dragging through your still damp hair. 

“You need to drink, love.”

You tried your best, but the hot tea didn’t sooth your raw throat. Draco apologized sincerely, and you hummed, curling up under his arm. You promised you were okay, just sleepy. Theo’s hands rubbed small circles between your hips, and you fell asleep once you’d satisfied Draco with an empty cup.

[chiwhorei]

green scrunchies

pairing: dom!k. ukai x sub!fem!reader

genre: smut, 18+ minors dni

word count: 4.1k

warnings: swearing, spanking, smoking, daddy kink, dom/ sub dynamics, brat taming, subspace, dirty talk, degradation, age gap(reader is 22ish and ukai is 26ish) spitting, fingering, oral (fem receiving), edging, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, a little dumification, public nudity (kinda), unprotected sex, tattoos (there’s a tattoo in a really unholy place), this is just filth okay

a/n: i have been sitting on the bulk of this piece for a fucking month and am honestly so surprised i finished it. this was inspired by a picture i saw of a really naughty tattoo and my mind want crazy and vomited on to a google doc.

hymn: nothing’s gonna hurt you baby by cigarettes after sex

“but today isn’t a day of honey-sweet ministrations.”

Ukai Keishin is a gentle man. The team of highschoolers he coaches, his friends, hell, even his mother would beg to differ. But they were not privy to the Keishin you know. The man that serenades you with Elvis Presley while cleaning up after closing the store, grabbing your waist and pulling you into a clumsy slow dance as his gravelly voice croons into your ear. 

He’s entrancing. Hypnotizing you, almost two years ago now, in the most tender pursuit possible, so softly you were unaware of falling deeply in love with him until you had already tipped completely over. Turning to an ink pen and scraps of receipt paper to flesh out the feelings he worried would not sound perfect when they hit your ears. To this day, you’re not entirely sure if he meant to leave the pages to his extemporaneous romance novel for you to find on purpose, but you have your suspicions.

You were in your second year of college when you met Keishin, only 20 years old at the time and clueless to any world outside of studying frantically from one exam to the next. Chasing after a degree you could pursue your dreams with and getting tattoos that would piss your parents off, you crashed into him, literally. 

While walking to class with practiced steps and flipping through a small stack of notecards, you frantically try to accomplish last minute cramming and making it to class promptly at the same time. With one final attempt to understand the scribbles in front of you, you take a sharp turn into a brick wall. A flurry of white papers thrown into the air and falling back down like snow.

It happened in a minute, a minute that held sixty of the longest seconds to ever pass; from the moment you smack your nose into his cemented chest to the moment he saves your head from kissing the ground below. “You need to watch where you’re going, kid.” He says with a cigarette pressed between his teeth. It all happened in that single minute, your soul escaping and crawling into his jacket pocket without even realizing. It’s been there ever since, for safekeeping, of course.

He’s perfect in every way. But just as he is soft and loving, Ukai is not one to take shit. Especially when his sweet, shy baby girl is being a raging brat. It’s like any normal fall afternoon, slightly chilly and crisp on your walk from class. The air is biting at your skin, but the temperature is not what sends a piercing shiver down your spine. You know that as soon as you get home, Ukai Keishin is going to ruin you. 

“What are you doing here, princess?” Your presence is made known with a soft ding from the bell above the door, but Ukai doesn't look up from his magazine when acknowledging you. 

“I live upstairs?” Your tone is light and playful. You decide to test the waters, wondering how much Keishin will let slide today.

“Don’t be dense, little one.” He graces you with his eye contact for the first time, “I know you have a Biology lecture on Friday afternoons. So, why is that cute little ass here instead of on campus?” His lips are pulled tightly in a thin line and he rakes his eyes down your body. You’re wearing a short pleated skirt and a baggie pull-over. Exactly what he picked out for you this morning. Well, almost exactly. He was already opening up the store by the time you woke up, so the clothes were placed neatly on his side of the bed. What he didn’t pick out though, were the stockings currently brandishing your mid thigh, cutting off the supple skin with the soft, black cotton. 

“Oh! My professor cancelled lecture today so I came home early to have lunch with my loving boyfriend.” You smile sweetly, dropping your backpack and rounding the corner of the counter he is sat at. Ukai hums softly- dismissively- and lights a cigarette, his eyes don’t give away any emotion, so you are left hanging off the end of the burning cherry. Has he caught on yet? Maybe the thigh-highs would be enough to distract from your real surprise. 

Before you can ruminate on the thought, a wide, kind smile spreads across his face. If you didn’t know any better, this smile would be comforting. Your boyfriend pats his lap, motioning for you to take a seat. You adjust yourself to fit snugly and lean into Keishin’s chest. He presses a chaste kiss to your temple and takes a drag from his cigarette. Customers trickle in slowly, and you stand a few times to ring up their purchases, always the dutiful girlfriend. Keishin watches you with adoration in between paging through a magazine, everything you did was so perfect, even if it’s just scanning a few groceries. Such a good girl you are. 

It’s not until you sit back down, and he adjusts your hips to settle back into him that he is made aware of the game you’re trying to play. And he is pissed.

“Princess, did you not like the clothes I picked out for you this morning?” He has fully caught on to you at this point, and you both know it, but he isn’t going to show you his hand quite yet. 

“Of course I did, Daddy.” You bury your burning cheek into his neck, letting the familiar smell of cologne and campfires calm your clambering heartbeat. 

“I see, then why are you wearing these…” Keishin’s voice trails off and pulls at the material of the thigh-highs, snapping it against your skin.  

“Actually,” he interrupts, “I have a more important question. But I need you to be a good girl and answer honestly.” Keishin whispers into the shell of your ear and nods a goodbye to the elderly man leaving the store. You two were alone now, the promise of other customers wandering in diminishing quickly with the time of day. 

“I’ll be a good girl Daddy.” You try to coat your words in velvet as best as you can, but Keishin scoffs, clearly unamused. 

“That’s rich, princess. Now tell me, did you go to campus this morning without panties on?” You knew the question he was going to pose, you could have even saved him the breath. You knew you were going to get caught, I mean, that is why you did it. But now, faced with having to atone for your sins, the confidence in your original actions was melting away. 

“I forgot to put panties on this morning, Daddy. I’m sorry.” You try to pout in the sweetest way possible, but Keishin knows. You’re lying through your teeth.

“Tsk, you forgot. How could you forget if I laid them right on top of your skirt this morning?” He fishes in his pocket and pulls out a damning article. As he moves the exhibit into evidence, light pink thong hanging off of fingers, you resolve that your little game was over long before you even tried to start. All you can do now is wait with baited breath and flushed cheeks for his next move. 

“Stand up princess.” Ukai grabs onto your hip bones and lifts you upward. He spins you around to face him and perches his elbows on his knees. “Show me what’s mine baby girl.” His request, his demand, rolls off the tongue like icicles. You know what he means, but still stare back dumbly, mouth wide at what he was insinuating.

“You know I don’t like repeating myself, little girl.” His words stir inside you. If he sees how wet you’re getting, you’re done for. There’s no escaping this moment though. You take a deep breath in a feeble fight against the suffocating feeling in your chest, and lift up the end of your short, black skirt so he can see you. All of you.

Your precious, sumptuous thighs now in his view. He studies the lines of the tattoos not covered with your stockings. Beautiful floral designs in delicate black ink. Keishin thinks the work you get done is always so beautiful. Every addition befitting you perfectly. He loves tracing the pads of his fingers over the art in softer moments. This moment though, was not soft, and the tattoos on your thighs were not the subject of Ukai’s attention. 

He flicks his eyes up to meet yours briefly, and trails down from your quivering bottom lip, to your delicate, freckled collarbones peering sweetly from your large sweater. He drags his darkening gaze down further, cherishing every inch until he reaches your hips. Nestled in between the apex of your thighs, in small, dainty writing lays his prize.

“My Daddy Will Kill You.”

No matter what you did, he would always be there, snugly under the second layer of skin. When his fingers weren’t intertwined in yours, when he couldn’t have a protective hand in your back pocket. Whenever he was away with his team for tournaments or just when you were in class. He was always on you.

“Such a gorgeous little cunt you have.” He leans back in his seat, watching you fidget under his stare, “Whose cunt is this, baby? Is it your classmates? Is it your professors?” You bow your head in shame at Ukai’s insinuation, you know that going to class with a bare ass and a short skirt was going to get you in trouble. How could you resist though, when the punishment always feels so good.

“You’ve been acting like a petulant brat recently. I’ve been letting things slide because I know how stressful your senior year of college has been.” His tone is exasperated, but his eyes are calm, level, dark, “I can’t ignore this, you know that right?”

“I know, Daddy.”

“Your class was cancelled. So that means we get to start the weekend early.” He pulls your hands from your skirt, letting it fall back into place and holds both of your hands in one of his much larger ones. “Go upstairs and sit on the bed. I want you in just your skirt and those cute little tights you were so keen on wearing. I’ll be up in a few minutes.” 

“But Daddy…” you really did like to test your luck sometimes, but the look he gives you, slightly shocked and more than lightly infuriated, was enough to make you hurry to the back and up the stairs to your shared apartment. You kick your sneakers off at the door and head straight to the bedroom. You pull the sweater over your head and unclasp your bra. Usually Keishin likes to do that step for you, savoring the way you shiver as he brushes the straps off of your shoulders, but today isn’t a day of honey-sweet ministrations. 

You tremble like a puppy as you wait for Ukai and almost jump out of your own skin when you hear the front door creek open. Usually you are met with a bellowing voice upon his entry, walking through the door with a hearty, “Honey, I’m home!” even if you had only walked in a few steps ahead. Now, all you can do is wait as he mulls about the apartment with lackadaisical intent and a deafening silence. After a few agonizing minutes and feeling like he made his point, Ukai finally appears in the doorway, arms folded and pressed tightly to his hard chest with a categorically sadistic smile on his face.

“So, you do know how to follow directions?” You gulp loudly and nod your head, but quickly correct yourself. If you don’t use your words you’ll make things worse for yourself. “Yes, Daddy. I know how to follow directions.” It’s not a lie, obviously you are aware of his rules, you just prefer breaking them. Your response is small compared to the loud, sarcastic laugh falling from his throat. Ukai steps towards you slowly. 

“You are such a little tease, I came up to kiss you goodbye this morning and found these still sitting on the bed.” He pulls the thong out of his pocket again and drops the lace into your lap. “You left them there because you wanted me to find them. You wanted me to know you were sitting in class with a bare cunt.” There’s no use trying to find an excuse to push past your locked jaw, because he’s not really asking a question. 

“I left them on purpose, Daddy. I’m sorry.” Your mea culpa is underwhelming to say the least, and you both know it. You may be pleading guilty to all charges, but you don’t seem eager for absolution. 

“You are such a little attention whore. My timid, darling girl has been acting like an insolent slut recently. What am I going to do with you?” His voice sounds questioning, but unmistakingly rhetorical. He’s known what he was going to do to you from the moment he spotted your panties weighing the bed down this morning.

“Turn around baby.” Ukai unbuckles his belt, and you turn away from him, tucking your legs to sit upright. He gathers your long h/c hair from where it was settled around your face and meticulously braids it to lay flat on your back, attaching the green scrunchy from his wrist to the bottom. 

Just like a calling card, Keishin always had a scrunchy of yours around his wrist. Whenever you are hunched over the kitchen table in the middle of writing a paper, he pulls your hair behind you and fastens it into a bun, careful to keep it loose so as to not invite a headache, and kisses the crown of your head. Regardless of where you are: shopping, date night, visiting him at practice, if he notices your hair becoming annoying he will slip it from your neck and twist it into the green scrunchy.

And when you are about to be punished, Ukai pulls your hair into a neat, low braid.

You feel him run his hands from your shoulders to your wrists, pulling them gently behind your back. He presses your palms together and gives them a squeeze so you know to keep them together. Ukai pulls off his shirt, and  frees his undone belt from his jeans, folding it in half and running the cool leather up your thigh. He swats softly at your skin, just enough to make you flinch. 

Ukai tosses the belt to the ground, deciding he would rather you feel the sting of his palm, and sits down next to you on the bed. You face him with your hands still laced together behind you and let him position you to lay across his lap. The side of your face and your shoulders lay flush against the bed and your ass is raised up above his jean-clad thighs. 

“You know the rules, right my love?”

“Yes, Daddy. If I lose count you have to start over.”

“There’s my smart girl. You look so beautiful like this.” He lands a smack on your right cheek, actions greatly contrasting his soft, almost taunting tone. “It’s such a shame you’ve been acting like such a whore.” 

He delivers slap after slap on your bruising ass and you count every one out to him, briefly considering what would happen if you stopped counting, but you know that your punishment is already going to be harsh enough. You’re a masochist, yes, but not an idiot. 

“Why do you always seem to be on your best behavior when I have you over my knee, darling?” Ukai connects his palm with your tender flesh again. “How many was that baby?” 

“Fifteen, Daddy.” You speak in an even tone, if your boyfriend catches on to how much more you like this than he already knows, you’re, quite literally, fucked. 

“You really know how to play me, baby. I’m always wrapped around your little finger.” He starts to knead your ass cheek with his large hand, skimming the tips of his digits against your wanton cunt. He’s testing you, wanting to see if you’ll start squirming or unclasp your hands from their position behind your back, but you hold steady.

“You leave me naughty little surprises. I had you on my mind all day, thinking about this naked little pussy walking around campus. One tiny slip and you would have shown everyone what’s mine.” Another sharp swat to your butt reverberates through the room and you can barely mumble out your counted response. 

“But that’s what you wanted isn’t it? You wanted everyone to see this slutty pussy of yours didn’t you?” Whether that was the truth or not doesn't actually matter, you know not to make an excuse. You are just meant to count and thank. 

“You need to stop squirming, princess, or you’re going to royally piss me off.” Ukai continues his relentless pace, two thick fingers pistoning deep in your dripping pussy. This was one of Ukai’s favorite games, finger-fucking you to the point of the bed under you slamming into the wall. Your job was to keep completely still. One arch of your back or escaped moan and he would land a sharp slap to your puffy, untended clit. 

He’s actually being quite generous despite the circumstances. Usually, you would be propped on your hands and knees, but Ukai has laid you flat on your back with one leg tossed over his broad shoulder. The position, while easier to keep your body still, does mean that Ukai’s piercing, hungry gaze has you pinned like prey under him. The completely pornografic sounds of his fingers are making your head spin. The fact that he’s been hammering his fingers relentlessly into your g-spot for an hour, is starting to make your mind foggy, all thoughts are starting to slip from your brain and your boyfriend can tell.

“God, baby, I love making you absolutely stupid for me. I bet all you can think about is my cock filling this little cunt up, huh?” His words are sneering, taunting. Your response is a babbled agreement and plea for his cock, and the sight of you so completely fucked out makes the bulge in his jeans strain even further. The feeling of his fingers in your squelching pussy is dulling all other senses, so when he pulls the digits away, you can’t help the cry that rips from the back of your throat. 

“Don’t worry, precious girl, I’m going to give you what you want. What you’re fucking desperate for.” Ukai pushes himself from the bed and removes his jeans and boxers, and you watch as his thick cock springs free to slap against his abdomen. The sound makes you mewl, your cunt clenching in anticipation. 

As Ukai crawls back onto your shared bed, his head dips down in between your legs. He licks, flat and languid across your slit, collecting your arousal on his tongue with a feral groan.

“Please, Daddy. Please fuck me. I- I need you. Wa- want to be your good girl.” You find your words as best as you can to beg for him, the sweet cadence of your voice and the way your weak arms reach out for his messy bleached hair signals to him that you’ve fallen completely into a foggy, submissive haze. You tug lightly at the tresses and the impressive self-control he has kept up thus far snaps like plywood under a heavy boot. 

Ukai takes one more deep, hungry lick at your soaking pussy and sits up, pushing your legs further apart, digging his nails into the soft skin under your knees. 

“Open your mouth, Princess.” You are quick to comply with his request, sticking your tongue out and looking up at him through your lashes. You hear the sound of him spitting, his saliva and your arousal coats the thickest plane of your tongue, but connecting one thought to the next becomes impossible as Ukai pushes his thick cock into you at the same time.

“Jesus Christ, no matter how much time I take to get you ready you’re still so tight. God, you make it really hard to stay mad at you.” His hands keep your legs pressed up to your chest, pushing his thick cock into you at an agonizingly lazy pace. Ukai was right, it didn’t matter that he had finger-fucked you into the mattress for an hour, taking him was a tight fit every time. As he buries himself in you, the intoxicating burn of being so full takes all of the air out of your chest. His thick cock stretches you so far, you swear he can feel your own heartbeat within the walls of your tiny cunt. He’s barely halfway into you and you can’t help but constrict, the tinny flavor of your orgasm crawling up from your spine to your mouth. 

“There’s no way I’m letting you cum already.” Ukai snickered sadistically, thumb brushing across your tattoo, the dirty secret you shared, right over where you need his fingers most. He wasn’t going to touch your deprived clit yet, and hoping for him to do so was a waste of energy. 

“I’m sorry Daddy. I promise, I’ll be good.” Your tears are rolling down the side of your face, wetting the sheet next to you. 

“You’re a pathetic mess and I’m not even all the way in you yet. I would save the tears if I were you, babydoll.” You try to compose yourself, but Ukai’s words of dismissive degradation give your whimpers more body, sobbing and babbling as his cock bottoms out. 

You can feel every inch of him, hard and thick and so so full inside of you. Ukai pulls out of you completely, his soaking tip rubbing on your labia before slamming back in to the hilt. His pace becomes brutal with every thrust, original slow pace completely unknown to you now. There’s no way you're going to be able to stand properly after this. 

“Daddy, please. Please let me cum. Need to cum, Daddy. Need to be your good girl.” A series of calls for your daddy and prayerful begs are the only things you know at this point, drool and tears covering your face.

“You know what, Princess? I bet I could make you cum with just one touch to that little clit.” Ukai takes one hand off of your thigh and hovers over where you have needed him since you woke up this morning. “If I’m right, I’ll make you cum again. If I’m wrong, you’re not gonna cum at all.”

You can feel the warmth of his finger looming over the neglected bud, the anticipation is overwhelming and cruel, but all worth it as soon as he pushes the rough pad of his thumb down. Ukai presses a single, taught circle into your clit and the coil wound tightly in your stomach snaps with incredible force. You know there is a scream that rips from your dry mouth, but you can’t hear it with the blood rushing through your ears. Ukai works you through your first orgasm, stilling his thrusts as until you come floating back down.

“I know this slutty little cunt better than the back of my hand. Now, my precious little thing,” You watch as Ukai hooks your limp legs over his shoulders, lining his throbbing cock back to your slopping entrance. “Let’s do that a couple more times.”

“Wise men say, only fools rush in. But I can’t help, falling in love with you.”

You feel your senses coming back to you slowly, with every delicate touch Keishin glides over your skin. He pulls you back to reality with sweet touches and the deep, gravely sound of his voice. After several meticulous moments and even more words of praise, Kei delivers a delicate kiss to your forehead and carries you to the shower. You take a deep, relaxed sigh as he massages your aching muscles under the hot water. After drying your exhausted body with a fluffy towel, Keishin helps you into a comfy pair of leggings and one of his sweatshirts. 

“Take my hand. Take my whole heart too.” Your boyfriend’s broad arms wrap around your waist, hands finding purchase under the orange sweatshirt currently drowning your form, and you melt into his chest. “Because I can’t help, falling in love with you.” You turn around in his arms to steal a kiss, but as your lips attach to his a small laugh bubbles up from your stomach. 

“What are you giggling at?” Keishin eyes you curiously, and you start laughing even harder.

“Oh nothing, I was just thinking about the bloody nose you gave me when we first met.” You cackle at the memory and feel Keishin take an exasperated but amused sigh, joining your laughter with his own.

“First of all, Princess, you ran into me.”

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[the-chaotic-neutral-pansexual]

Locked Up Sub!Shiro(Voltron)x GN!reader

CW: Smut, Dom/sub dynamics, chastity, praise, degradation, choking, punishment, implied prostate milking, anal sex/pegging mention, hand job, teasing, ownership, master kink, sadism mention, threats of future punishment.

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: This is my first request so it is a bit different from my usual work but I hope you are still able to enjoy it. My regular writing will resume this week.

This was written for a male reader but like most of my writing, there aren't really any gendered terms so it ended up being gender-neutral.

“You know what Shiro I’m at my wit’s end,” you say angrily “I’ve let your behavior slide for far too long without consequence.”

“Listen I’m sorry” he replies desperately. “It’s just with the team I’ve been so stressed and-”

“No” you cut him off calmly “I understand how you feel but that is not an excuse, you broke the rules” you continue. “Now you’re gonna use your words and tell me exactly what you did”

“I touched myself”

“And…”

“And I came without your permission’’

“You’re usually so good for me Shiro,” you say walking past him toward your bedroom “I’m sorry baby, but I have to punish you”

He follows you pleading “No please, I’m sorry I won’t do it again” his begging falls upon deaf ears as you reach into your toybox looking for the proper punishment. “ he continues trying to appeal to your softer nature “ come on master you know that I’m not bad, I just made a mistake. I was so needy and I just couldn’t help myself.”

Just as those words leave his mouth your hand moves from the flogger to the cage. If your good boy couldn’t help himself then it’s your responsibility to do it for him.

However, before you lock him up you decide to play with him a bit. “Aww you were needy for me Shiro?” you ask.

He doesn’t seem to notice your condescending tone as he answers “yes (Y/N), I missed you so much”

“It’s okay baby, I forgive you. Come sit” you sit on the bed, motioning for him to do the same.

He quickly moves to sit, he’s too busy falling into subspace to notice the cage you have sitting on the nightstand a mere few feet away.

As he sits down you begin groping his large, muscular frame, having your way with him as you whisper sweet nothings in his ear. You maneuver to sit behind him using one hand to grab his torso while sliding the other into his sweatpants.

“Strip for me baby,” you say, even though your tone was gentle you both knew that it was not a request but rather an order. Of course, he obliged, quickly getting up to remove his clothes before placing himself back in your embrace.

You take your hand spitting in it before slowly moving down his ripped body to wrap around his cock. He lets out a low groan closing his eyes and letting his head fall back onto your shoulder.

You use your other hand to push your fingers into his mouth, gathering some of his spit before moving to his chest to tease his nipples. Groans continue falling from his lips as you pleasure his body like he had been craving for so long.

“Does that feel good Shiro?” you ask lowly.

“Yes master, please” he whimpers out pathetically

“Please what baby”

“Please hngg- please faster”

Deciding to be nice you oblige speeding up your actions on his dick. He’s so wet by this point leaking precum all over your hand, the arousal sliding down his ass and dirtying the sheets.

With every second that passes he loses himself further until finally the only thought that remained on his mind was cumming. The only thing he desired was his release.

“Cum please master can I cum?” he begs, so blissed out that he could barely get the words out straight.

“Sure baby go ahead,” you say with a borderline sadistic smirk that was hidden from him.

“Hmmph thannnk you massterr” he slurs out the words before his mouth falls open in pleasure. Drool dripping down his chin in his fucked out state.

After a few more strokes of your hand, he releases. Squirting a big, thick, creamy load of opaque cum right in your hand. The volume couldn’t be contained in your palm thus making a mess all over his torso and your bed.

“Thank you” he repeats fully leaning back laying his body weight on you, exhausted from his orgasm.

While he’s still coming down from his high you reach over to your nightstand grabbing some tissues to clean him up.

After you deem him clean enough you reach over to the nightstand once again. Shiro lays on you eyes closed unsuspecting as you grab his soft cock beginning to position the cage.

He’s half asleep as he begins talking to you.

“I really am sorry for breaking your rules sir”

“It’s ok I forgive you,” you say while caressing his chest. You slowly begin to move your hand up.

“But just because I forgive you doesn’t mean you aren’t going to be punished” you whisper in his ear. Your hand wraps around his throat with one hand while the other finishes tightening the cage around him.

Once he fully feels the cold tight metal around his cock his eyes shoot open and he looks down. Sure enough, he was locked in a cage.

“Now let’s see if you can control yourself, Shiro”

Present-day

It’s been 2 months. 2 months of torture according to Shiro. 2 months of deserved punishment according to you.

While some may say this was too cruel you had to make sure that he wouldn’t disobey you again. The punishment was only supposed to last a few weeks but then 1 week in you caught Shiro trying to cum around his cage. Clearly, if you wanted him to behave then you needed to be cruel.

And so it went. He spent every day trying to occupy his mind so that way his neediness wouldn’t lead him to disobey you.

In the mornings he would distract himself by making breakfast and packing lunch

During the afternoon he would absolutely bury himself in work.

His evenings were spent training. Hopefully, if he wore himself out, he would be too tired to be horny he thought.

And at night he would make a nice dinner before going to bed early. At least if he was asleep then he could cum in his dreams.

After the incident at the beginning of his punishment, Shiro started to avoid you. Not necessarily because he wanted to but because you would tease him relentlessly.

You would tease him in the mornings by whispering filthy things in his ear with your raspy morning voice.

You would give him orders while making him use your title in the afternoon.

You would undress him with your eyes while he trained before stripping off your shirt and joining him in the evenings.

You would follow him into the kitchen groping him from behind while he cooked dinner at night.

He may have been able to handle being caged if it wasn’t for you. It was almost as if you were trying to make him disobey you… again.

However, he stayed strong. After his first slip up he was finally able to control himself for the remaining time of the punishment.

And finally, after a grueling 2 months, it was over.

One night while Shiro was getting ready for bed you slowly make your way into the room closing the door behind you which alerts him to your presence.

“Hey Shiro,” you say in a flirty tone that usually occupied your voice when speaking to him.

“Hey” he replies with a heavy sigh mentally preparing himself for more of your teasing.

You make your way behind him and begin teasing all over his body until he stops you abruptly with a somewhat irritated look on his face.

“What’s wrong,” you ask with a teasing smirk adorning your features.

“Listen (Y/N) it’s been a long day can we please do this tomorrow?” he asks sounding genuinely exhausted.

“Aww baby, you had a bad day?” you ask sounding still teasing but a bit more sincere than usual.

“Yes it was hard and long and I would just like to forget about it” he states sounding defeated.

“I may have something that can help you” you resume your testing “but it will also be hard and long,” you say surprisingly able to keep a straight face at your admittedly juvenile joke.

You reach down to grab his caged cock as you grind against his ass.

“Master please don’t tease me right now i-”

“What makes you think I’m gonna tease you?” you ask cutting him off.

“That’s all you’ve done for the past two months” he whines

“Two months has it really been that long,” you ask despite already knowing the answer.

“Yes it’s been so long master” he begins to grind back against you “I don’t know how much more I can take”

“You’re right Shiro Two months is a pretty long time, you must be so pent up” you continue teasing slowly moving to rid him of his shirt.

“Yes master” he lifts his arms “I’m so full”

“Tell me, Shiro, have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes I have learned my lesson master, I will never disobey you again I promise” he all but yells out desperately “please just help me” he begs.

“You better have learned your lesson, if not then next time it will be worse” you threaten “if you disobey my rules again then I’ll have to lock up you’re useless cock indefinitely”

“Yes master I understand please just let me cum, milk me dry” he cries “Haven’t I been so good for you?”

“Yes, baby I suppose you have,” you say before moving from behind him. He whines thinking you left him high and dry again however all of his worries are pacified as he hears the telltale jingle of keys.

“My poor baby, it must hurt to be so full for so long,” you say with false sympathy lacing your tone “don’t worry tonight I’ll give you what you need” you slide his pants down beginning to free his cock from its confines. “I’m gonna milk you dry, abusing your prostate with my cock until you have nothing left to give” you state “unless you’re still too tired?”

“NO, I’M FINE” “not tired at all master I promise”

“Good because we have a long night ahead of us,” you say. Shiro was so caught up in the anticipation of being able to cum that he missed the sadistic undertones in your statement. This was going to be fun.

[scuttling]

All I Have To Give

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader Word Count: 5,096 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Daddy kink, Dom/sub, Collar & leash, Oral sex, Deep throating, Restraints, Fingering, Cockwarming, Spanking, Unprotected sex, Come marking, Subspace, Subdrop, Aftercare Summary: A difficult case brings complex emotions, and Aaron is willing to do anything to help the woman he loves process them. *Prompted by @ssamorganhotchner and @angelhotchner and this Link to AO3 or read below! Even after all of his time at the BAU, Aaron knows he hasn’t seen it all, or even close to it—it seems like the atrocities just get worse every year, that humans never fail to find a new way to hurt one another, and that makes him and everyone else on the team constantly question everything they know. He’d like to say it gets easier, but it really doesn’t; you just find new ways to lean on your partners, new ways to cope with the horrors and indecencies the world has to offer.

The case they are currently working on is hitting one profiler especially hard, and because Aaron happens to be in love with her, it’s hitting him hard as well.

“I just can’t imagine waking up one morning and thinking you have your whole life ahead of you, and then some asshole decides he likes the way you look and wants to turn you into his property,” she murmurs that night when they are laying together in the hotel room they share. She had been so strong all day, as always, and then all but collapsed into tears the second the door was closed behind them. “It’s disgusting.”

“I know, baby; cases like these are some of the worst.” He rubs her back with strong hands, pulls her close to his chest. “What can I do for you? I hate to see you like this.” She sniffles, brushes a hand over her eyes, shakes her head.

“I don’t think there’s anything right now. Just being here with me like this, and talking to me, it’s helping. Thank you.” He sighs, because he knows when she gets this upset just talking it out isn’t usually enough, but he has to follow her lead; he just leans in to press his lips to hers, gentle and sweet, and she curls her fingers into his t-shirt and falls asleep with her head against his chest.

The next day, they apprehend the unsub after a standoff; unfortunately, he’d killed the girls when he heard on the police scanner that law enforcement was approaching—all twelve of them. She is the one to find them, and she gets sick, a first in her five years at the BAU. Aaron goes to her side, brings some water for her; her eyes are haunted when she looks up at him.

“Branded,” she croaks, and he doesn’t understand at first, until he looks more closely at the pile of bodies and sees the marks seared into their hips: DM—the unsub’s initials. He exhales deeply, and she turns around and gets sick again.

They take him back to the precinct, try to get a DNA sample, but he won’t agree until his lawyer is present; his story is that his property has been unoccupied for some time, and that he had no idea the girls were being held there, or by whom.

Aaron knows he shouldn’t let her interrogate him. He knows that, but she pleads, and that is something he’s always been unable to resist.

“Branding, huh? Are you that insecure—that worried that the women you called your property wanted nothing to do with you?” she asks, standing with her arms crossed.

“Do you mean my herd? I didn’t just call them my property, honey. They were my property. I owned them. The brands are for everyone else, not for me.” She slams her hands down on the table, sweeps them over the photos she’d laid out in front of him, and they go fluttering to the ground. He can’t see her face, but he knows from her tone that her jaw is clenched, her eyes ablaze.

“You did not own them. Ownership is granted, not taken, you pathetic excuse for a man.” He flexes his hands against the cuffs fixed to the table but says nothing. “You are so powerless that this is the only way you can get it up, isn’t it? By stealing women from their families, their lives, and pretending they’re yours.”

“They are mine!” he shouts, but then he takes a deep breath, visibly calming himself. “I took… the herd, from their meaningless, mundane lives, I brought them home, I gave them purpose. Being my property gave them value they didn’t have before.”

“And then you killed them, so what’s the value now? How dumb do you look?” She gets right up in his face, and hateful, misogynistic poison glints in his eyes, shows through the calm facade he tries so desperately to project. “It’s like burning your own house down, isn’t it? Only there’s no insurance money to collect here, Darren. All that’s left is your stupid ass and a pile of bodies with your fucking name on them.”

“Don’t call me stupid,” he mutters, and she drums her fingers on the tabletop, almost thoughtfully.

“What would you call it? Risking everything to abduct twelve women only to turn around and kill them so they can’t tell us what a pitiful human being you are?” She leans in closer, and he turns his neck to face away from her, like he’s trying to ignore her. “But the thing is, I don’t need them to tell me,” she whispers. “I know you were a disappointment to your father, a disgrace to your mother. I know the disgusting, depraved things you did to your sister, and now the whole world’s going to know. I’m going to tell everyone.”

Aaron can see the change in him from where he stands on the other side of the glass, and he glances at Morgan, then makes for the door. He’s just gotten it open when the man pulls back and spits on her cheek; she freezes, then reaches up, wipes it off, calm and collected, and grabs his jaw with the hand not covered in saliva.

“Guess what, Darren? You’re my property, now. Your ass belongs to the US Government, and I’m going to personally ensure you never see the light of day again.” She holds her hand up—covered in DNA evidence—and walks past Aaron, out the door. She is unusually quiet on the flight back to DC despite the successful interrogation, pensive and solitary; even on the ride from the airport back home she just leans toward him, silent, hand resting on his thigh, her eyes unfocused.

He knows how hard this case hit her, can only hope that she will open up to him when they get home so he can give her what she needs to get through it. He will do anything, just needs to hear it from her.

“Why don’t we take a bath?” he says softly when they get home, dropping their bags in the laundry room, and he brushes a hand over her cheek. “We can soak the day away, and then maybe if you’re feeling better we can talk about what I can do to help.”

She looks up at him, nods, and they rid each other of their clothes and he draws them a bath, hot and foamy with calming aromatherapy oils she enjoys. She lays along his body, curled up, head on his chest, and he holds her close, massages the back of her neck and her shoulders with gentle fingers.

When they get out and dry off, she heads for her closet, returns with a box as tall as a thick book, a little less wide; she sets it on the bed, perches next to it, and looks up at him with expectant eyes.

“What’s this, baby?” he asks, approaching, and he kneels down, puts his arm around her and sets a hand on the box. “Is it for me?”

“Yes, daddy. It’s for you to put on me. I bought it a few weeks ago, but I… I need it now.” He lifts the lid, pulls out what he thinks at first is a wrist cuff but is actually a thick leather collar, with two metal rings attached to the front, and a… a leash. It’s made of metal chain, not long, with a leather loop to hold, and to say he’s caught off guard by this gift would be an understatement.

“You want me to put this on you? Can I ask why?” She moves toward him, puts her hands on the collar too, looks up at him with wide, wet eyes.

“Because I’m not my own person. You own me.” She tilts her neck, bares it, clearly waiting for him to put it on her, but what she’s saying doesn’t sit right with him, too many parallels to the case that made her so physically and mentally unwell.

“Baby, you are your own person. I love you for exactly who you are, and I would never try to own you, to take who you are away from you.” He presses his palm to her cheek, and she leans into it, kisses it with soft, gentle lips.

“It’s not you taking, daddy, it’s me giving. I need to give this to you—it’s the most important thing I have, and I need you to let me give this to you.” He exhales deeply, still not sold on the idea; she may think she wants this in the moment, feeling low as she is, but, what if she changes her mind? What if she no longer trusts his judgement because he plays into this when she’s not at her most clear-headed?

“Are you sure?” he asks, looking into her eyes, checking them for hesitation, but she only nods; he moves his hand from her cheek, gently pulls the collar out of her grip and brings it to her throat, buckles it at the nape of her neck. She sighs, something like relief when he leans back; she wets her lips, and her eyes are heavy.

“You own me, daddy. I’m yours, see?” She tilts her neck again, but all he sees is that it’s tight against her skin, maybe uncomfortably so. He frowns.

“Is it too tight? It looks too tight. I think we should take it off; maybe we can try again another night, when you didn’t have such a hard day.” He moves his hands to the back of her neck, wants to unbuckle it, but she gets upset almost instantly, looking down at her empty hands like they’re causing her pain. He covers them with his own, shushes her softly. “Oh, what is it, sweet girl? Daddy’s right here, it’s okay.”

“I just wanted to please you, daddy. Your name is on me, and I thought you would like it, but if you don’t want me this way…” That makes him pause, and he brings her hands to his lips, kisses them.

“What do you mean, my name is on you? What does that mean, baby?” She pulls her hand out of his, moves her hair out of the way, and then he sees it: his initials, AH, embossed on the collar in silver script.

God, it’s no wonder she had such a visceral reaction to the branding. And it’s no wonder she is stressing wanting to give this to him, when the other women had their choices taken from them. She has a choice, and she’s making it, and all he has to do is accept the gift she’s trying so hard to give to him.

“Please, daddy. I need to give this to you,” she murmurs, further solidifying what he now knows, and he wraps the chain around his hand, pulls it tight, tugs her close for a kiss.

The easy way the tension leaves her body at the possessive gesture makes him groan, and he kisses her so long and hard that—between the kissing and the collar—she is already in subspace when he pulls back to let them catch their breath.

“You’re mine, baby girl; my name is on you. I own you.” She pants, nods, puts her hands on his shoulders and looks into his eyes, so grateful, beautiful.

“Yes, daddy. Thank you, daddy. I’m yours so tell me what to do and I’ll do it, anything. Please.” He kisses her again, then climbs onto the bed, loosens his grip on the chain a bit and pulls her with him as he lays back against the pillows. Her gaze is warm, brilliant, and he guides her to kneel between his legs, drops the leash and takes the black hair tie off of her wrist to sweep her hair back into a ponytail. It’s by no means perfect, but she likes when he does it, knows what it means; she’s already staring at his cock, and he’s willing to bet her mouth is watering in anticipation.

“I want you to suck for me, sweet girl. Owned girl.” Her eyelashes flutter and she wets her lips, nods enthusiastically. She wraps one hand around his cock, presses the other against his thigh, and he picks up the chain again, tightens it as she drops to cover him with her mouth.

She starts with short, wet, slow strokes, looking up at him through her pretty lashes, and he’s reduced to just his love for her and his need to come, as always when she does this for him. He moans softly, reaches down a hand to squeeze her breast, to give her some contact and pleasure, and she whines, moves a little faster.

He wasn’t planning to come this way, but he can think of plenty of ways to keep her occupied and feeling good while he recovers, so he wraps the chain around his hand one more time, guides her down, so she’ll take him deeper. She can do it, has been trained at her own request, because almost nothing makes her wetter than having her mouth full of his cock.

“Good girl, you’re doing so good for daddy. Can I come down your throat, baby? Can you take it?” She nods, bobs, and he yanks the chain just to see what she will do.

It turns her into a bit of a feral little monster, humping her hips against nothing, digging her nails into his thigh, doubling down on her efforts to make him come, and he just tips his head back and enjoys it, pinches her nipple between his fingers.

“Yes, sweet girl. So close. Keep moving your hips, baby; horny, desperate girl. Daddy will let you come soon, just keep going.” Perfect woman that she is, she hums around him, takes him deeper yet; the chain is wound so far around his hand he thinks absently that he may as well just hold onto her collar, and when he hooks his finger around the metal ring she looks up at him and moans.

He comes holding onto that ring, and when she is finished swallowing for him he pulls her up by it, kisses her passionately, gratefully, and whispers praise against her lips; she is soaking wet, he can feel it where she is sprawled on his stomach, so he guides her to lay back on the bed and leans in for a couple more kisses.

“That was perfect, my sweet, owned girl. Did you like that?” He holds the chain loose and rubs two fingers over her clit, and she bucks up, nods her head.

“Yes, owner daddy. I love when you let me take you that far. It makes me achy,” she whines, and he spreads her thighs apart, very wide, presses a finger inside.

“I know, baby. I can feel how soft and wet you are for daddy. I want you to come on my fingers next, okay?”

“Yes, please, I want to. Want to come on them hard for you.” He leans in for a sweet, soft kiss, slides his finger out of her, then takes her hands and brings them together under her chin, wraps the chain around her wrists so they’re loosely bound, holding the handle in his fist. She moans like he’s destroying her, though he’s barely touched her, but when he slips two fingers inside her she just gasps softly and throws her head back, her stomach tensing.

“Such a pretty girl for me. I’m so lucky you’re all mine.” He is calm—or at least, he’s projecting calm—where she is keyed up, eager, desperate, and he always loves it like this, loves to see how much he can tease her, how long she will hold out until she’s begging for him to fuck her with his hand. “Can you stay still for me? I wonder how long you can stay still for me, sweet girl.”

“Mmm, daddy.” Her chest is heaving as he thrusts his fingers slowly in, then out, then rubs them up her pussy, between her lips, and then thrusts them back in. It’s got to be torture for her, but she just breathes. “I can stay still, daddy. I can do whatever you ask.”

He closes his eyes briefly, collects himself so he doesn’t let all that power go to his head, and pushes his fingers into her a bit faster just to watch her struggle to behave.

“Does that feel good, daddy’s girl?” She bites her lip and nods, offers him a strained god, yes, so he adds another finger; the fact that she can speak at all means she’s far too coherent for his liking. He leans up for a kiss, brushes his nose over her throat, along the edge of the collar, right where his initials are, and she lifts her hips but stops herself, whimpers. “Oh, baby, what is it? Are you needy?” he whispers in her ear.

“Needy, please daddy,” she pleads softly, her eyes focused on him when he pulls back to look at her face, but also a little far away at the same time. “Please, please, I need to come. I need to come, I’m achy.”

“Shh, it’s okay, I’ve got you. I’ll make you come, sweet girl.” He presses their mouths together a couple times, losing his composure a little as she loses hers, and then he moves down between her open legs and rubs his tongue over her clit while pounding his fingers inside.

She is unable to resist moving her hips as she gets closer to climax, and he pulls away, pausing to look up into her eyes again. They’re very hazy now, and she’s whining high in her throat at the sudden lack of stimulation.

“If you don’t stay still, daddy will have to spank you, baby girl. Do you understand?” She nods lazily, and he taps his hand against her pussy, a couple of light slaps just to get her attention. She blinks, makes eye contact, and he asks again. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, daddy.” She flicks her tongue over her lips, closes her eyes, and he leans back in to roll his tongue over her clit, fingers moving quickly in and out of her. She remains still for about thirty seconds and then slams down hard against his hand, and from there she doesn’t stop. “Oh please, please. So close, please daddy,” she begs, pressing into the thrusts, and just when she is starting to come he wraps his hand around the chain around her wrists, tugs her body up so he can reach her mouth, and kisses her deep and wet while he fucks her through her orgasm.

She comes hard as promised, soaking his hand, moaning into the kiss—probably due to the fact that he’s holding her up by the leash, because displays of strength make her feel extremely submissive—and when she is through he lays her gently back, unwinds the chain and kisses her wrists.

“Good girl, you did so well. Daddy is so proud.” He leans up to press easy kisses to her cheeks and mouth, and she wraps her arms around his neck, making soft noises of contentment against his lips. “I love you so much, sweetheart. I love making you feel good. Do you love making me feel good?”

He knows she does, but likes to hear it, even when it’s just a sigh like the one she gives him now—he knows what all of her sounds mean, when she’s so deeply sunken into subspace that she's all begging and soft noises and daddy.

“Yeah, I know you do, sweetheart. Are you ready for me to come inside you? Daddy comes inside because he owns you.”

“Daddy, mmm,” she breathes, and he gets up on his knees, spreads them, and drapes her thighs over his, slides in easily because she is still so open and slick. He wraps one hand around her thigh and brings the other to the chain hooked to her collar, loops it around his forearm, and thrusts quick and smooth, grunting when she grabs his wrists and bucks her hips against him. “Oh, fuck. Oh.” She gasps when he pulls on the chain a little harder, bounces roughly against his thighs and whimpers her pleasure, then drops a hand to her pussy and rubs as he slams into her with equal desperation.

“Yes baby, fuck daddy. Good girl, rubbing your little pussy; if I come before you, you’ll have to wait a while, so I hope you get off first.” She whines unhappily at that, rubs faster, her head tipped back, and when he squeezes her breast with the hand holding the handle of the leash she wraps her legs tightly around his thighs and comes with his name on her lips.

It doesn’t take long for him to follow: he takes his hands off of her completely, since she’s holding on to him with her legs, and fucks her hard, pulling on the chain and muttering praise until he spills deep inside her. She is breathless, still but for the rise and fall of her chest, and he takes a moment before pulling out, unwrapping the chain from around his arm and encouraging her to turn onto her stomach.

She complies easily, looks fucked-out and spent, and he kisses along her spine, between her shoulder blades when he slides back into her.

“Again, daddy?” she asks, barely a whisper, and he runs his hands over her body, soft and soothing, leans in to put his weight against her back, his mouth at her ear.

“Not yet, baby girl, but I want to stay inside you, okay? How are you feeling?” She turns her head for a kiss, hums.

“Fuzzy. Good.” He kisses her again and moves his lips to her jaw, then her neck, right up against the collar.

“Is it uncomfortable? Too tight?” he asks softly. He doesn’t want to upset her by suggesting they take it off, but he’s been rough with it, so he wants to check.

“No, owner daddy. It’s perfect.” She gets her arm out from beneath her, reaches it around his neck and pulls him close, nuzzles against his throat. “I love you and I love being owned by you.”

“I love you, baby girl, and I love owning you. You’ve given me everything.”

This may have started as something to do to get her through the lingering effects of the case, but he would be lying if he said he doesn’t see and feel the value in the voluntary transfer of power, how easily she gave herself to him, willingly, completely. He kisses her again, sweet and slow, and then leans up, puts his hands on her ass, massages it.

“Do you need anything?” She murmurs yes, and he smiles a little to himself, rubs a hand up her back. “Thank you for telling me, baby. What can daddy do for you?”

“I need to be spanked, daddy. I couldn’t hold still.” She slides up to her hands and knees, knees spread wide, and though he’s no longer hard inside her, he doesn’t see that being a problem for long.

“That’s right. Good girl for reminding me.” He squeezes her ass, then lightly taps it, and she whimpers. “You were too horny, you couldn’t stay still. I’m not mad,” he promises with another tap. “I know how you get when I touch your pussy: you become such a messy, needy, desperate baby. You can’t help yourself.” She sighs, presses her ass back against him and tilts her head back a little.

“Can’t help myself, daddy,” is all she says, voice breathy and short, and he picks up the leash, holds it loosely along the length of her spine, and smacks her hard on the ass with an open palm.

She gasps, digs her fingers into the bedding, braces herself for more impact; by the sixth, she is grinding against him, panting and whining, her ass an angry red. She’s drenched in slick, and he’s hard again, so he grabs her ass roughly with both hands and thrusts a few times before spanking her a seventh time.

“Fuck daddy, yes daddy,” she moans, pushing eagerly into his thrusts; she fucks herself on his cock even when he’s still, even when his hands come down hard on her already irritated skin. “Mmh. I’m bad, daddy. I’m bad and I’m not perfect, but you still love me.” He exhales deeply, because he knows his girl well, and he knows this means she will be dropping, hard, as soon as she comes; he mentally prepares for the worst, just in case.

“You’re not bad, sweetheart, you are so good; not just to me, but to everyone.” He moves one hand to her hip, holds her steady, then grabs the chain with the other hand and pulls her closer while he pounds inside her. “And no, you’re not perfect, but you’re perfect for daddy; you’re smart, and sweet, and so beautiful, and I love you.” He drapes himself over her back, tugs on the chain so she will meet him for a gentle kiss, their lips so soft in contrast to the way their bodies meet, eager for release. “I love you, baby. Come and let daddy take care of you. Daddy will make it all better.”

She reaches back for him, covers his hand with hers and takes a deep, shuddering breath; it’s only a matter of time before the tears fall, and he would like to be holding her by then, so he curls his hand around to rub at her clit, murmurs reassurances and repeats that he’s got her, and she comes trembling, gasping beneath him.

He kisses her shoulders, thrusts a few more times and then pulls out to come on her hot, marked ass; breathless, he eases her body down onto the bed, leans up to brush her hair back and unbuckle the collar, sets it aside.

“That’s it, sweet girl. Time to rest and let daddy take care of you. You did so well for me, baby. You gave me everything; I will be so careful with it.” He squeezes his eyes shut, feels so much emotion for the sensitive, thoughtful, incredible woman beneath him it makes his chest ache. He brings a hand to her ass, rubs his come in, knows that it stings—but they both like this, and he knows she will expect it, would feel somehow inadequate if he didn’t. He presses a kiss to her lower back. “I’m going to get you some water, good girl. Amazing, special girl. Be right back.”

He grabs a pillow, brings it to her head and lifts it up so she’s pressed comfortably against it, then gives her a peck on the cheek and heads to the kitchen for water and a snack. When he returns, she’s clutching the pillow, turned to face the door so she can see him enter. He pulls her close, sits her up enough to give her a few sips of water, then sets down the glass and holds her against his chest, soft and shivering slightly in his arms.

“I know we just had a bath earlier, but would you like another? Or a shower?” He tugs the blanket loose and wraps it around them, rocks her a little. Gently removing the ponytail holder from her hair, he shakes it loose with his fingers, rubs her throat where the collar left a slight indentation. “Sweet, owned girl, I will give you anything you need, always. Just tell me when you’re ready.”

She cries, clutching at him, and he soothes her, squeezes her, moves his hands through her hair and brushes the tears off of her face; when the sobbing slows, he reaches carefully for tissues on the bedside table, dries her eyes and helps her blow her nose, then gives her more water. She looks a little better after drinking half the glass, so he convinces her to take a couple bites of food, rubs her sore ass with a soft hand.

“Can we shower? And then more of this?” she asks, just a whisper, and he nods and leans in for some slow, sweet presses of lips. Her fingers card through his hair, and he presses a hand to her cheek. “Thank you, daddy. I’m so grateful for you.”

“I’m grateful for you, too, baby. The world just isn’t right when you’re upset—when I can’t find that brilliant smile.” It’s not quite brilliant, but the corner of her mouth does curve up for him, which he considers a good sign. “Let’s go get cleaned up and then I’ll hold you until you’re sick of me,” he teases. He unwraps them and gets off the bed with her in his arms.

“Could never be sick of you ever. Perfect daddy, perfect man.” He shoots her a look, something like yeah right but not too self-deprecating, and she cuddles closer. “Okay, perfect for me, anyway. Strong, gentle owner daddy I know I can trust with everything.”

They shower—she practically purrs when he scrubs her head with shampoo, when he combs conditioner through her hair with his fingers—and slip into pajamas, and he takes the comforter to the laundry room and grabs the spare, wraps her up tight and pulls her close, hugs and kisses and talks to her about everything and nothing until she’s ready for some dinner and a movie on the couch.

She thanks him for everything he did to help her through it, but it’s really his pleasure; it’s where he finds his value, and he tells her so. Because she can’t wear the collar to work, he makes a stop on his lunch break a week later, sneaks into a jewelry store, and buys her a ring.

There is no room to inscribe his initials, but his intentions are heavily implied.

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[plutonianrising]

the waiting game n.k.

pairing: nanami kento x f!reader

wc: 2.9k

description: reader has a knack for weaseling her way out of trouble but today nanami's knots are tied tight

a/n: this is incredibly self-indulgent im not sorry though

cw: f!reader, dom!namami, bratty reader, kink exploration, shibari, edgeplay, subspace, degradation, red/yellow/green light system, pwp

MINORS DNI PLS

“Your lack of impulse control is still pretty astonishing though,” Nanami cocks an eyebrow at you. “I doubt you could actually handle holding an orgasm off for 10 minutes let alone 45.”

You work to manage the urge to argue over him and prove his point. Calmly, with the most pleasant smile you could muster, you say “that’s what you’re here for. I promise to tell you when I’m close. Every time. Promise.”

He’s still skeptical of how seriously you’d take this. It’s hard to believe in you when you’re playing with your fingers behind your back and have a familiar wicked glint in your eyes. You had a knack for saying you’d listen well and then changing your mind halfway, opting to get your way just a little bit even if it meant punishment. Still, the sight of you begging for mercy is always a welcome one and the thought of it already makes his pulse jump.

“Alright. But I’m putting some precautions in place.” Nanami tells you. You purse your lips, already feeling like he’s set the game on hard mode.

“Whaaat kind of precautions?” You inquire, squinting.

“I’m restraining you so you can’t touch. This is a good time to start breaking that bad habit. Don’t you think so?” He smiles conspiratorially. It dawns on you now that you shouldn’t have come in so hot, boldly suggesting 45 minutes during your first real attempt at it. “Go ahead and sit on the bed and wait for me. I’m going to freshen up and get everything ready.”

Nanami sends you off with a searing kiss and a smack on your ass that leaves you giggling as you head to his bedroom. It’s small moments like these that you can’t help but wish for more of. The speed in which you pack your bags to sleep over whenever he has even a little bit of time off would be embarrassing if he were anyone else. But he’s Nanami and here, for your eyes only, Kento gets to fully be himself. Goofier than he’ll ever let on and a very specific brand of annoying that means he’s incredibly dependable but also eats your desserts while commenting on how they were much too sweet for him.

When he’s back in the room you’re already undressed and sitting at the edge of the bed. The perfect picture of obedience with your hands clasped in your lap as you patiently waited for his return. He’s half dressed in a tight shirt and boxer briefs that show off his toned leg muscles. In his hands is a smooth black rope. His eyes seem to glow with hunger as he takes you in.

This isn't the first time he’s used these ties on you. You can still remember the tingle of excitement that shot through you after finding out that bondage was one of his favorite kinds of play. Even outside of the sexual aspect of it, he’s making it one of yours. It’s a loving act. One full of devotion and precise calculation. There’s always complete and utter focus in his eyes as he slides the rope against your skin. His work is neat and even, with your safety at top priority. With a rope wound tight enough to bite your flesh and steal your breath if you fought too hard, you give Nanami your full trust. And once he has it, he has the power to make you feel like a masterpiece. You’re reminded of this power as he caresses his work. Rope winds around your torso with a slight emphasis on your arms. Soon enough your arms are crossed and caged against your chest. Nanami tugs the final knot at the center of it and stares into your eyes as you try to keep your composure.

“How does it feel?” He whispers and you think that he must know that it feels perfect. You curse the way he wets his lips and smirks slightly.

He must have a book hiding somewhere.

“It feels good Kento.” You whisper, wriggling around a bit as he then spreads your knees apart. Nanami hums in satisfaction.

“Relax for me.” He says, reminding you to keep you still as he presses down on your thigh, strong hands deftly moving to immobilize your left leg with the black rope in a frogtie.

“How am I supposed to do that?” You complain, still squirming as his touch warms your skin. Have his hands always been so large, his touch so insistent?

“Or don’t. But it’ll be your skin rubbed raw after. Not mine.” Nanami warns. “My best work only comes from your cooperation. Remember?”

You huff but keep your thoughts to yourself. Instead you focus on the tight muscles of Nanami’s arms rippling under his shirt. He knots your right leg, and you flush at how stretched apart you are. Your only source of modesty comes from your hands covering your chest and they flex and unflex as your head starts to catch up with what happens next. You kick yourself for agreeing to being tied up, wanting nothing more than to touch him. You take your lips between your teeth slightly as you catch his gaze raking down your figure. Nanami slowly runs a few fingers over you. He travels upward from your bare thighs past your hips and traces feather soft patterns on your stomach. You can’t help the way your legs twitch when he finally dips his fingers lower and presses against your pussy, stroking you.

“Give me a color sweetheart.”

“Green.” You whimper. “Please kiss me.” Nanami seems to consider it for a moment but removes his touch completely from you instead.

“Be good for me and you’ll get as much of me as you want.”

“Don’t you think you should start the clock before you get me all riled up?” You protest as he places the bullet vibrator and a spare pillow in between your legs, the toy nuzzled snug right against your clit. “I deserve a fair chance.”

“Oh so now you’re the only one allowed to cheat and bend rules?” He quips with a teasing smile. You have no retort for that but mostly because Kento has turned on the vibrator. Your hips buck against the toy and pillow on impulse at the abruptness and you glare at Nanami who shushes you and begins to speak over the quiet buzz.

“Since it’s your first time edging we’ll start with 25 minutes, starting now. Whenever you get close you need to tell me. And if you cum before you’ve gotten permission then that’ll just have to be it until my next off weekend.”

“Your… next weekend off?” You would’ve screamed if half of your attention wasn’t on the powerful vibrations sending pleasure ricocheting through your body. “We don’t even.. Know.. when that is.”

“I know right? I would hate to leave my love desperate for so long with no clear end in sight just because she couldn’t commit to something she asked for in the first place.” Nanami fakes a pout and you want to bite him. It was bad enough he was threatening to really make you wait so long to touch him without bringing your pride into it.

Nanami watches the way your lips part and pupils dilate as you struggle to remain in control of your reactions. Your hips jump every so often, the rope biting into the soft flesh of your legs. When your soft moans begin escalating and you look to him desperately, trying to decide for yourself if you can handle anymore, it takes more strength than he’d like to admit to not touch himself at the sight of you. He makes the decision for you, and your head lolls a bit as you try to catch your break.

The waves of your demise creep up on you quicker after that. Again and again Kento brings you right to the edge, turning up the intensity of the vibrator after each break he allows you in between.

“I can’t- Kento I’m-” You moan, your voice crescendoing and your eyes screwing shut. You can’t help the way you rock against the pillow even after the vibrator stops and the orgasm that had built within you started to fade.

“Who told you that you could hump the pillow? That’s a pretty pathetic attempt at trying to get what you want.” Nanami chides from his seat.

Your face heats in embarrassment and you avert your eyes a bit. “It wasn’t on purpose.”

“Doesn’t that make it worse?” He laughs cruelly and lets his eyes rake over your body. “Filthy little slut can’t even control her own body?”

Kento gets up and comes closer, placing a gentle hand on your thigh. His touch was soft, but it was a reminder of the kind of damage he could inflict.

“Stop. Moving.” He warns you coolly, dark eyes narrowing. His ever-deepening well of patience was scary at times but right now you’re grateful for the mercy, needing chance after chance to prove you could make it.

It’s gotten to the point that the lightest of touches make you feel like you’ll succumb and let all your hard work go to waste. You’re almost thankful your nipples are off the table for this play.

“Kento- Kento please I really am gonna-” You whimper, your chest heaving. You feel like any more of this and you’ll start drooling.

“You won’t.” Kento answers.

The commanding bass of his voice makes your senses jump and you panic, barely managing to yelp out another “Kento please” and feel the toy shut off before you’re sent careening off the edge. Your muscles feel tight and your skin sweaty by this point. You can’t tell if Kento is more focused on the heaving of your chest or the way your fingers flex and unflex to try and alleviate the strain of keeping your focus.

“God..how long has it-” You try to speak once it feels like you can breathe a bit again. Nanami smirks at the way your head lolls to one side and your eyes lazily work to focus on him.

“You’ve officially hit 20 minutes, sweetheart. Only 5 more to go.”

“Do you realize how fucking drenched you are baby?” He smirks, pulling your pussy apart slightly to get a better look. “Makes me want to forget all about this and make you fall apart with my tongue a few times. You’d like that, wouldn't you?”

“Don’t.. Don’t say that. The rule is I can’t for another 5.” You force yourself to remember and steel your resolve. You know he’s really just testing you at this point, seeing if you’ll break under his pressure.

“Good girl” He purrs, soothing the small pout off your lips with distracting kisses on your thighs. “The more you control yourself the more I know I can trust you.”

You so badly want him to trust you. Looking down at Kento spoil you while teetering on the edge makes you dizzy. He could tell you to do anything at this point and you’d probably listen if it meant he would indulge you more. Your head swims with the possibility that he’ll treat you like this again if you do well.

Nanami moves aside the pillow and vibrator, replacing the toy with his own hand before you can get upset with him. The gasp that escapes you fills him with pride. All it takes is a slight touch to make your body completely tremble. You can’t actually tell that the alarm has gone off until he whispers how well you’ve done for him.

“See? Didn’t I tell you good girls get everything they want? Now you get to cum all over my fingers all you want.”

Your body is almost afraid to finally let go, so used to feeling coiled up tight that you feel like you might not be able to. Kento senses the struggle within you and softens his touch to bring down the intensity for you just a bit.

“You did it, you deserve this sweetheart.” He presses open-mouthed kisses up your neck, knowing full well the onslaught of praise would send you over. Sure enough, a noise from deep inside of you wells up in your throat as you’re sent crashing over the edge. You throw your head back and try to close your legs only to be stopped by Nanami’s hands, hell-bent on making you ride it out. Your hands clench borderline painfully, your arms testing your restraints. You can’t even plead with him. The pleasure erupting from you, for once, has stolen your voice.

Testing the water, Kento lets a bit of spit fall from his lips. You catch it on your tongue, staring at him lovingly with hazy, unfocused eyes and he almost loses his mind.

“There’s my sweet girl.” He purrs. Nanami knows you’ll be completely compliant now, dredging through subspace. You won’t be giving any coherent remarks outside of anything he commands of you now, all resistance and witty one-liners fading to static in your mind. “Been so good for me today that I actually get to reward you.”

You whine in appreciation. Chest swelling with pride, you bask in his praise. You initially thought it was more fun to see his eyes turn icy when you spent a half a session acting up in order to get punished into this headspace but you could get used to having Nanami painstakingly coax it out of you.

“Tell me your color, my love.” Nanami kisses your forehead, to remind you, first and foremost, that he doesn’t want anything if it doesn’t mean you and he are sharing the pleasure, even if you could only think about how good you wanted to make him feel.

“Green.. hehe..definitelyygreen.” Your words slightly slurred together as you tried to prove your focus.

“So, sweetheart, what do you want me to give you in return?” He leans down and whispers in your ear, rubbing your thighs soothingly. You have to think for a moment to actually get the words out, trying to get your brain to be more specific than Kento, Kento, Kento.

“Wantt… want to touch you.. And I… want you inside.” You strain against your ties, not even minding the slight bite of the ropes at this point if it meant he would free you faster.

Nanami lets you place ardent kisses against his skin as he undoes the restraints on your arms and you're thankful to finally, finally, get some contact with him. His skin burns with desire as you pull him onto you. He has half a mind to really pry another orgasm from you with his head between your thighs but the growing ache between his expels the thought. He hastily twists out of his clothes and back onto you. You’ve waited long enough for what’s yours.

Nanami enters you slowly, softly pulling your still-tied legs further apart. You will your eyes not to screw shut, trying to put forth some effort to meet his searing gaze. Neither of you really register the way your nails slightly dig into his forearms from the pressure. The pace Kento sets is torturous. He makes you savor every roll of his hips into yours. It almost feels like he’s squeezing the pleasure out of you. There’s nowhere to run. There’s only him.

There’s no warning when you cum again, your body completely bypassing your brain in the decision. It’s a rush of heat and an uncontrollable tremble. You can barely even recognize your own voice calling out his name. As you squeeze tighter around him, Nanami grunts and wills himself not to bend your legs forward and fuck hard into you until you’re a teary mess. There will be other times for that. Today he just wants to spoil his sweet girl for her efforts to please.

“Where do you want me to cum?” He asks, like he’s not literally fucking the words right out of your brain. If you still had the energy for it you’d bite him.

“Kento please. In...inside… ” Obviously. You keep that snide bit to yourself. There’s no real desire to sass him when he’s making your body shake this badly.

Kento grabs onto your wrists like he’s anchoring himself to you. Through the haze dusting your mind you register his pace getting sloppier and the soft moans that fall from his lips as he finishes inside of you.

It took a bit for Kento’s strength to return to him and a little while longer to pry his eyes off of your blissed out expression. He whispered for you to let go of him so he could take care of you. Shushing your whines, he pries your fingers off of him so he can untie you. He still needs to run the bath and start some tea for you and if he spends any more time in your arms he would fall asleep right next to you without properly performing his duties.

Once he’s back from prepping, Nanami lifts you from the bed and begins to carry you to the bathroom, kissing your forehead and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. With your head clearing slightly, you can fully feel the effects of your win on your ego.

With hooded lids and a proud smirk plastered on your lips you say, “is it too late to add a shopping trip to my rewards?”