#super subby

[sapphicsunnypenguin]

We should not have been left unattended.

Two needy little subs left to their own devices. Pushing each other deeper into desperate subspace. We're not even supposed to be touching ourselves, so we think we found a loophole.

One of my hands is gripping your waist, the other is tangled in your hair. Your hands are wandering over and groping any part of me you can. We barely made it to the couch. I can’t seem to get enough of you. Our movements are frantic and desperate. My teeth latch onto your neck as a whine escapes your lips. Now you pull my head back and sink your teeth into my shoulder. No words are exchanged, just whimpers and moans as we work to pull more and more out of each other. Grinding down onto each other as we pant between kisses.

By the end we’re gasping for breath between post orgasm giggles as we cuddle under the fluffiest blanket we can find.

Hoping we're too cute to get punished for breaking our rules when our pretty dommes find us later

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Stability

subby!emo!Wanda Maximoff x AMAB!Super soldier!reader

Summary: You are a member of the Avengers, a super soldier, and when Wanda Maximoff joins after losing her brother in Sokovia you see the broken girl before you and vow to pick up the pieces and keep her together.

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, R has a penis, first time s*x, nipple play, R keeps W on a schedule.

A/N: I wrote this sleep deprived at 7am with the help of @vcdanvers

You provide a stability to Wanda's life that she's never had before. You help keep her in a routine. Wake up, brush teeth, get dressed for training, have breakfast, train, shower, lunch, studying, dinner, down time, brush teeth, meds, bed time. 

You keep her to that routine most days and when she starts having an off day you dim the lights, make a comfy nest in the bed with blankets, pillows, snacks, and drinks. You watch her favorite shows and movies. 

You don't think much about the responsibility you've taken on until you have to leave for a mission and Wanda spirals from the lack of support from you. Though she knows the routine and goes through it, it doesn't feel right without you by her side. Your phone is blown up by her texts and calls and you'd wish this mission would end quickly. 

“How’s she doing?” Nat asks as she makes her way beside you on the bed. The small shitty motel room you two were hiding out in for the mission was stuffy. 

“I think she’s spiraling a bit.” You show Nat your phone, her eyebrows raising. 

“Think? She basically fully relies on you for everything during her days now. She’s a lost puppy. You bring stability to her life and now you aren’t there. I’m surprised she’s actually doing everything.” You bite your bottom lip, letting it fall between your teeth. 

“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried about her lying about doing everything. If I don’t remind her of her meds and help her with her makeup she usually forgets.” Nat knew just how important the meds were that Wanda had been prescribed. 

“She relies on you, but I’m sure she’ll be fine. Few more days and we’ll be back home. A few days isn’t going to kill her.” You nodded in agreement as you sunk down into the rough mattress and not fluffed pillows. 

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When the quintet lands at the compound you don't even make it off ramp when she tackles into you, knocking you down, but you don't mind a few more bruises. You go to speak, but you're cut off when her lips crash into yours. Instinctively you're pulling her closer, flush against you.

As Nat walks by out of the jet she chuckles, shaking her head, “Tony owes me $1,000.” 

You break the kiss, laughing a bit at the comment from your best friend. Looking at Wanda, a flush on her face and neck makes you smile softly. A hand cupping her cheek that she leans into. You smile softly, leaning in to give her another kiss before lifting the two of you up. “Come on, let's talk about this in our room.” 

Wanda simply nods letting you lead the way. On the way you ask what she's done today, knowing what should have been done and she tells you like she had everyday with her constant updates. She had told you already, seven texts letting you know she had gone through her routine. She would have been studying now if not for your sudden arrival.

Walking into your room smelled distinctly of Wanda, you'd been gone long enough that it was noticeable as soon as you walked in, cherry blossoms. You closed the door, locking it. “Friday. Soundproof the room please and do not disturb mode on.” You called out to the AI of the compound. 

Once you got confirmation your attention was on the brunette. Admiring the face you'd missed so much. Taking in the little details her smudged eyeliner made her look more like a raccoon and you knew she'd fallen asleep with it on more than once without you here. Her lips slightly darkened by the tinted chapstick she uses. Her green eyes sparkling like sea glass under the summer sun. 

You took notice of her nervous habits, pulling at the sleeves of her (your) sweatshirt to pull over her hands, fiddling her fingers back and forth, the very subtle lip bite, and how she was too nervous to look you in the eyes. 

You take a step forward, softly smiling as you cup her cheeks and pick her head up to meet your gaze. “I've wanted that for a long time. I just never wanted to push you or make you uncomfortable.” You knew her wounds were still fresh from Sokovia and you didn't want to take advantage of that. You only ever wanted to be here for her. 

“I didn't realize just what you meant to me until you weren't here…it felt like I lost you while you were away and I know I shouldn't need you, but I do. I crave what you provide everyday and I–I need you Y/N. I don't know what I'd do without you. I felt like a zombie without you here.” You took in each word and the inflection in her voice pitched up with each passing second. You could hear the cracking in her words that cracked your heart. 

You held her tightly, pulling her against you. She fit like a puzzle piece. Her arms wrapping around your waist. You kissed the top of her head. “All I want is you, Wands. I want to care for you, I want to love you, I want to be with you.” You could feel your heart flutter at your own words  but even more so at her response.

“That's all I want. Just want you. Want to just be yours.” You felt her pull back, looking up at you. A smile forming on your lips as you lean down for a proper kiss, soft, slow. Your lips moved against one another and you could feel the heat of her magic against your skin. You smile into the kiss, pulling back just enough to whisper, “Someone's excited.” 

Her face burying against your neck as the heat dissipates. She mumbles something and you chuckle, picking her up like you've a hundred times before and she clings onto you. 

She'd only ever clung like this when she'd fallen asleep during team movie nights. You'd carry her back to bed just like this, legs wrapped around your waist, arms around your shoulders, and face buried against your neck. 

You take her to your shared bed and sit at the edge. You aren't expecting it but she grinds her hips against you. A moan crawling up your throat and you feel yourself twitch. Wanda knew already, how could she not? You sleep in your boxer briefs and a sports bra. Most mornings you wake up at half mast. 

She moves faster against you, it's still slow, but you can tell just how needy she is. You're hyper aware even of her. Every roll of her hips and the growing bulge straining against your sweats you had changed into on the jet. 

A soft needy moan comes out of her and that's when you feel it, she's soaking you entirely. A wet spot forming right on your bulge. A deep groan makes its way out of you. 

You can't stand it anymore and flip her onto her back in one single motion. You pull your hard cock out of its confines. You don't bother taking anything off her at this moment. You push her soaked panties to the side. Pushing into her, both of you moaning out at the feeling as you slowly sink inside of her. She takes you beautifully as you bottom out in her. You breathe deeply as you look at her face completely red as you lean down kissing her before starting to pull the sweatshirt and then her shirt. 

You take in her pale skin and the light dusting of freckles, leaning down to take her breast in your mouth, the other with your hand as you slowly move your hips. Your actions elicit soft moans, breathy pleas falling from her lips, and mumbles of Sokovian words. It only eggs you on as you move faster, flicking your tongue against her hard nipple, the other getting twisted gently between your thumb and forefinger. 

You feel her nails claw down your back and sides. You know her nail polish must be ruined from it. You're sure her marks will look lovely with the array of bruises on your back. 

“Ah…feels s'good feels– Ah–” you feel her tighten up around you, finally letting her breast go. Moving yourself up to capture her lips and swallow her moans. You know she won't last much longer as you speed up, setting a brutal pace. Feeling your own orgasm build up. 

“Fuck..I'm gonna cum.” You whisper against her. She tightens at your words.

“Me too–Ah please please need this!” Her pleas were more than enough as you thrust deep, filling her up as she vice grips around you, practically screaming as she cups and you are so thankful for telling Friday to soundproof.

A few hours and a few rounds later you've cleaned Wanda up, showered with her and now lay on the bed, soft kisses as a sitcom plays in the background. You couldn't think of a more perfect place to be than right here with her. 

[barnacles34]

Diamond Ring (Karina x male reader)

tags: 2.4k, historical smut (French Empire), subby sub karina, marriage, and sex.

Wealthiest of them all, you are the Medici of North Europe. Your vast estates span back to the plantagenets - an everlasting relationship established between the English and French - Duke of Touraine, wealthiest of them all. 

It would be an understatement to state that you have seen greed - you are the epitome of greed, and even you would be appalled by the display of greed and such bad humors. And there’s no such thing as the French without bureaucracy: a long, lengthy, powerful bureaucracy.

And, you, Duke of Touraine, are the master of the bureaucracy. This wasn’t some practiced effort or a hereditary nepotist agenda. You were akin to Ivan the Terrible: all hereditary claims stripped, your entire family stripped of its glory and massacred in cold blood, but you weren’t killed - that was Frankia’s fatal mistake.

Coal turned diamond, endless pressure as if you were held under the deepest part of the Earth, and forced to endure its endless torture for years gone will drive anyone to adapt - it just happens to be you.

This backstory, alongside the natural cunning of the plantagenet dukes before you, led you to gain some significant, absolute, palpable advantage over all else. Stories of you utilizing those very debased by this society: cunning troubadours, your faithful concubines (most of which you never engaged with in lustful relief), and all else ignored with a distaste. Somehow, someway, this became the lever with which the entirety of medieval Europe moved, and you jammed it, over and over, until you became Master of Europe.

And, this lever, also became the bane that you resent - the lever that led you to fall in love with the serene, beautiful Karina. 

“Emperor Napoleon? He’s decided to invade Prussia?” You ask, with a pen in hand, mostly focused on the writing rather than the person begging to talk to you.

But when you hear that first word, laced with everything that you desire, deeply pavlovian, your eyes stick on Karina.

“Yes, Master, he’s set his sights on Prussia and likely Russia if he crushes the coalition.”

“He’ll crush the coalition.”

“What?” A surprised remark from Karina, she’s never so informal, dear bird.

“He has an army that has stuck with him since the time he first commanded control, dear. Experience in this dastardly elitist century beats all else. The only thing that could possibly kill his momentum is if his army is slowly dwindling, and that’s something that he hates to the very core, paradoxically, those who die first are one of the most faithful to him. He’d rather use them for menial and laboriously easy wins.”

“Excuse me, amor, but how would he go about this operation? Winter is rapidly approaching and the coalition is only of the most efficient winter warriors.”

“Confidence is a trap that is waiting to be set up. Expect some sort of feigned retreat, then absolute destruction.”

All of this conversation, natural to the core, all happened during the duration while Karina - now, your only concubine, and by proxy: lover - placed your favorite tea and a cup of the sweetest Swedish mead atop your table, that was brought across the Ottoman Bosphorus.

And during this moment, slight and short kisses were exchanged. First, she’d plant a peck on your cheekbone; then, she’ll decide that it wasn’t enough, then plant a peck on your lips; then, she’ll indulge her own desires, into a kiss that was more involved, of tongues and spittle.

It was clockwork, and she didn’t for a second notice this routine that she so adorably set for herself. And, how could you resist her? This matchwork routine never bored you, in fact, excited you to the very core.

And so, it’s very distressing when you can’t destroy her over the table, let her back bend in angles only ventriloquists even dare to attempt, let her throat return to its usual color after a daring handprint - white where you gripped - makes her squirt all over your expensive table.

But she leaves regardless, that’s her duty, because you’re so buried in work these past months, of course, being master of Europe is a job that’ll always be difficult. But, you don’t let her leave without a few words of encouragement. You grip her thin, soft wrist, leading her on so that her ears are closer to your mouth.

“I’ll fucking destroy you today.” The words had the intended effect, you felt the tremor in her body, that’s how you deconstruct Karina. If she’ll train you pavlov-style, you’ll fight back, fire with fire, and you’ll fucking win.

You let your hand go below her dress, and grab, hard, on the soft ass-cheek that so cheekily points towards you. God. You’re already salivating thinking of all the ways you can get Karina to wet your entire master bedroom.

It’s a shame she’s so brilliant at desktop research: you would’ve had her, under your desk, suckling on your nuts and your length till hell freezes over.

Royalty from the eastern world, Karina was suddenly here, in Paris. She cites her reasons to be fairly absurd, she was just forgotten: she wasn’t royalty to the extent of high status, rather a scholarly sort of lineage that lost any sort of favor with the Chinese Emperor, and to your understanding, was a sort of exile. You just hope, somewhat, that you provide her the homeliness that she deserves and desires.

Oh, and, yeah, it’s a fucking surprise that Karina loves to be submitted so fully.

—

The steam of the bath rose in the heavily humid room, dew drops form on your face - the day’s hardships melted off your face, physically and mentally. Especially because Karina was next to you, with a scrub that’s often too harsh for princely skin rubbed considerately all over your body.

“Eyes up here, amor.” While she scrubbed the remaining area of your chest.

“No.” As is, cause, how can anyone keep their eyes off.. that?

“Heyy!” She splashes some water toward you, some sort of cover to hide her beautiful breasts.

Oh, now her arms are covering it, such a shame.

“Karina, let me.” Pointing towards the scrub, and of course, Karina suspects some ulterior motive; and, it’s justified, you’ve failed 100% of the time to avoid her breasts.

You place your hand on her shoulder, let handfuls of water flow off the perfect curve of her back - you could do it for hours. Then lightly press on her skin with the palm of your hand; then, softly moving your palms around the entirety of her body while you are behind her.  She’d already washed, and your request to wash her body was a pathetic excuse to touch her body - but, she never seems to mind it, her face knits in a fake frustration, then when she’s turned around, she slowly vibrates against your firm touch.

Sometimes, this turns into a wet fuck session around the large bathroom, and today, might just be one of those days. Because, the hand that trailed her shoulders, then her collarbone couldn’t stop its firm grasp on her throat. 

She lets out the faintest gasp, she wants it, she so badly wants to be ravaged against these tiles of various blue hues. Her head retreats back, letting it slot right in the dip of your clavicle as you begin pinching her pink nipples - erect in a place as humid and hot as this place can only mean one thing only: an utter rutting desire to be fucked into oblivion.

She’s just begging for it, her resting head on your clavicle turns to the side, trying her best to goad you in some way - and, you’d wish she’d stop, otherwise both of you wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow.

Yet, still, she nibbles on your earlobe, trailing kisses on the side of your princely face. If you asked her what reward she desires, and as a joke, she’ll say your dick, your hands, your lips, but sometimes you suspect whether or not that was some Freudian slip showing her true intentions.

That hand that endlessly teased her breast trailed down her body, letting you feel the curvature from the tip of nipple to her underboob, then the slight curvatures of her abdomen, sleekly muscular yet feminine. Then the purely smooth lower pelvis, and finally, her flower - a word that she begged for her pussy to be called, rather than it being used for its intended purpose, it quickly turned to a joke.

And… this is where she seriously breathes in, preparing for the soft onslaught she has to face with the pads of your fingers trailing over her sopping wet cunt. Circles around her hooded clit, wet to the touch, slick, and you’re just dying to have a look. And she’s just dying with the arousal, not even penetrative, and she’s already creaming on your fingers.

“You’re a fucking slut.” You nearly growl into Karina’s ears. 

And her eyes are closed, fighting back against the onslaught of pleasure, yet still, she has something witty to say, “I - I’ll seri- seriously just leave.”

“I doubt that, you good-for-nothing slut,” you tighten the grip on her throat, and she just begins gyrating her hips over your fingers, speeding up every so often until she’s just about to climax.

And then she’s just rutting her hips, against nothing, and every so often her pussy looks for the phantom feeling that your fingers left just at the cusp of her orgasm, leading to an unsatisfactory orgasm. Now, that’s fucking irritating, and she’ll press you until the end of time for that, and you’ll fucking love it.

The finger that dwelled on her wet cunt, that also left prematurely, swiftly went to her face, first, a soft slap on her cheek, then a shove into her mouth - there, she’ll taste the essence of herself. 

Oh, and she’s just loving it, you don’t even have to look at her to see in your peripheral that her mouth is just perpetually letting out these uneven moans - moans indicative of the highest pleasure - and her dilated pupils just rolling everywhere.

“How do you feel that you get an intense orgasm from just the cyclical motion of one or two fingers, huh?”

You pull her neck in, and she’s just blasted out of her mind - all sorts of pleasured, and she hasn’t even sampled the main course yet.

“I lo…ve it… so much,” you swore you could see heart pupils for a moment when Karina was staring at you: she wants your dick to punch against her cervix.

“That’s right. Who’s the master? Who owns you entirely?” 

“You! Amor, you are my master.” She’s back to reality, but she’s even more insatiable, the way her eyes dart every second down to your erect length.

Well, you’ll just have to give it to her.

This time, you both enter back into the knee-deep part of the bath, and as standard protocol would have it, she’s bent over, perniciously waiting and rutting.

And then you realize something, that she doesn’t have the largest bedazzled diamond ring on her ring finger. The smack was loud enough that Karina immediately, abandoning all pretenses of a submissive session, came over to attend to you. 

“I’m sorry Karina.”

And, she seemed to know exactly what you were thinking about, the facepalm, the tone.

And she hugged you, “That’s okay, amor, I would’ve waited until the end of time.”

A contradiction that shows how badly she wanted to be called your wife.

It’s rather ridiculous, this situation, this relationship, all of it, but you couldn’t be happier.

You’d propose, and she’d say yes, then you would resume destroying her soft and supple pussy, then cream it with your baby batter.

“I’ll get the biggest diamond ring.”

“Hmph. You better.” Pretty angel.

“That’s a yes?” You ask, just to be sure.

“Dummy.” Karina kisses you deep, stroking your cock while she’s at it. 

And she knows that you’re gonna say something stupid like, “cockdrunk slut, you want it so bad?” so she’d rather just seal your mouth with a kiss, either way, you’re happy to oblige.

Then, the fateful penetration, the way Karina still stares at you - the same as the day you deflowered her - is always the extra hardness that drives Karina crazy.

Face-to-face, your dick prods at her squishy entrance; then, you enter, the velvety folds full of the arousal that Karina accumulated, likely, from the assgrab at the office, so almost the entire day. That’s why it’s so soft, yet so succulent. Everytime you exit, her pussy drags along, smearing a trail of her delicate arousal, flowery, from her flower.

And, she’s just fucking losing it.

“I love it! Amor! I love it so fu- fucking much!” Her voice gets all manners of shaky, and misconstrued, yet she’ll still profess her love for you.

And, you just know exactly what’ll drive her over the edge. A grasp on her throat, and a steady stream of hard slaps against her ass, or the side of her thighs - any place’ll do, in fact.

Up and down, up and down, her breasts - perfectly aligned with the law of inertia, has a delayed bounce that just interests you to no end, and Karina will stare at you, confused at how a person could love someone’s breasts so much. You probably couldn’t name a single thing that you disliked about her body, or her personality or anything for that matter.

And that’s the progressive upscale, the deadly slope that you climb, your thoughts get more opulent and luxurious as you approach climax. Everything becomes one-sided truths, that’s when you know you’re about to cum.

“Karina, where do you want it?”

“I want it everywhere, especially inside me.” 

“As you wish, dear.” One thrust, then two, then three.

You grab hold of her asscheeks, one completely red and the other normal, both’ll get the treatment that you administer. Then you enter to the deepest part possible, and you’re just completely painting her insides, your throbbing length pulsating till the very last second.

“Argh!” You growl against her.

And she moans, squeals, an unintelligible amount of squirt trails down her legs while you’re still face-to-face. 

She’s on her 5th orgasm, she must’ve really like the assurance for the ring.

As you pull the plug, a stream of semen just trails out of her, passing her folds, then trailing against her left thigh - what a fucking sight.

And, with an intense propensity, you pull Karina down, holding all her hair as she cleans your cock.

When she finishes, remnants of semen still on her chin, looking up, she says, “Amor.”

And you reply, “Dear.” Rubbing her soft, pliant face.

[dragqueenstarscream]

thinking about tfp starop breeding kink shenanigans where they're interfacing, starscream's on top, and optimus accidentally lets it slip that he wants starscream to breed him

optimus tries to deny it the moment it leaves his mouth, but starscream knows what he heard, and he uses that to play optimus like a fucking fiddle

[eastern-bunny-boy]

seriously need a sugar daddy who would buy me all the toys. sugar daddy who would degrade me, tease me, making me take the biggest toy, some egg-squirting tentacle dildo and watch me struggle and cry as I stuff myself with it. moaning and whimpering that it’s too big and it hurts to the point my legs are shaking and then fill me full of these eggs. plug my cunt and make me carry them next 24 hours everywhere including college. an after a day i would be allowed to give birth to them, my belly already hurting. pushing them out one by one, moaning as he rubs my tdick meanwhile and watchs me squirt them out as I cum and push.

[piggygirltummy]

Ughh I want to fatten someone up on my cooking and see the result of my hard work all over their body. I want to sink my hands into their plush tummy and feel just how squishy they've gotten from being spoiled so much. I want to gently push a mouthful of food past their lips as I lean in close and gently bite their ear and moan what a good pet they are. I want to cover their softening body in hickies as I find myself completely lost in how wonderful their fattening form feels. I want to fatten someone up so bad 💕💕💕

[wrathofrats]

Saw a picture and realized we don’t ever have cumulus and aether together????? Where’s the cumulus and aether content????? You know they’re gross sweethearts. Mom(my) and dad(dy) even.

[hotpersonsstuff]

I keep thinking about the dildo they got me.. keep thinking bout how I'm supposed to deep throat train with it.. and how I'm supposed to train to cum while I have a cock inside me.. keep thinkin bout them usin it on me, forcing my legs apart and fuckin me senseless with it.. or them makin me fuck myself with it while they watch me for their own pleasure, I'm their literal live porn.. just there for their entertainment.. they're toy their pet.. to do exactly as they say. To bring them the upmost pleasure.. HHNNG FUCK IM SO SUBMISSIVE RUGHT NOW I AHTE IT AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[infinite-orangepeel]

What’s scandalous is that the very first stancy scene we get in S1 is Steve pinning Nancy to a wall while they make out and enjoying it, and then the very first steddie scene is Eddie full body pinning him to a wall and Steve’s reaction is just like letting out soft noises, biting his lips and blinking his way through it.

PLS THIS IS SENDING ME INTO ORBIT ANON SOS

a lot of people think steve is only ‘baby girl’ esque in s3 but c’mon…..he’s literally whimpering, batting his pretty long eyelashes, and lip biting while eddie holds a beer bottle to his throat. the threat of death is quite literally staring him in the face but all he can do is try to be cute/swallow his guilty little moans. YOURE NOT FOOLING ME STEVEN

also i rewrote the stancy bathroom scene except eddie accidentally walks in on them. it’s chapter 3 of this fic if anyone’s interested 👀

[chigyusama]

I wish women had like, really, really long tongues so they can shove them down throats.

I get excited just thinking about my mouth filled with tongue

[roguecorvidlover]

...anybody else really want big strong yandere superheroine to threaten them into an obsessive relationship where you get locked up in her hideout and used in increasingly embarrassing positions and get manhandled all the time? And then villainess could be also yandere and then they become nemeses who kidnap you back and forth and eventually settle their differences and the "kidnapping" and "fights" become a show just to trade you off every week? Or maybe there's like a twist and it turns out the villainess was your childhood friend who became a villainess solely to protect you from the yander superhero, which involved constantly spying and stalking you which slowly led to her falling guano insane in love

[eastern-bunny-boy]

Getting all the symptoms of pregnancy only to check your tests and it shows negative. Which you believe, you take a few more just in case and all show negative.

Not pregnant…

So why do you keep feeling kicks…

Oh wow, that sounds… haunting. It exciting in a same time. By the time I feel first kicks I have dozens of pregnancy test all around the bathroom but no answers. I look at myself in a mirror, my belly bloated to the point it’s starting to look… pregnant. But I am not pregnant! How could I? Whatever it’s there I take care of it for few next months until it’s time for birth… maybe then I will find out what made my body its home.

[quigzahhutt]

kink asks??? for free????

this is going to be my post practice lsat reward if you get to it so get hype

as for my premise…. look i’ve been listening to Juno by Sabrina Carpenter a bit recently and i keep thinking to myself self,, this song was written for omegas with a breeding kink (so all of them???)

do with this what you will. choose who you feel. i believe in you

love u dawg

kink asks for FREE! yes, you read that right, FREE! my ask box is open to requests and asks every hour, all twenty four hours, all seven days of the week, for FREE!💥💥💥🎉🎉

the people ask for breeding kink and I shall grant the people's wishes😌😌 simply doing my due diligence as a true, good American citizen

"Alex, please, need you," Liam whines from his spot on the bed, stripped bare and leaking scent in tidal waves.

Realistically, he's not quite in the throes of heat yet, still lucid enough to realize that Alex is working on it, that he's going as quick as he can to get in bed alongside Liam, but that doesn't mean he still can't be impatient.

Judging by Alex's scent, he's equally as frustrated, oozing an accompanying sour aroma along with his usual dark roast coffee.

Liam is still pretty far gone, though; he hardly remembers getting naked, and it's difficult to look anywhere else but at Alex, his instincts shrieking every time his focus isn't on him.

As soon as Alex gets settled on to the bed, Liam's scent completely overpowers everything else in the room, agitated by the movement of the mattress as Alex crawls up to him.

And isn't he just taking his sweet time. Liam can feel something like annoyance zips from the soles of his feet up to his forehead, and a keen is sneaking it's way up his throat before he can help it.

"Shh, I know," Alex mumbles before leaning down to kiss Liam on the lips, a hand sneaking down to dip into his leaking hole, fingers nudging their way in– Liam can hardly feel it.

He says he knows, but he just doesn't, and Liam is pulling his face away from the kiss with a muffled growl. His head feels foggier now, and his vision has begun tunneling, growing fuzzy around the edges until all that Liam can see is what's right in front of him.

"Alex, come on, I need it, breed me, fuck," he whines, reaching down to yank Alex's hand out of his hole, and his fingers come back lewd and sticky, shiny with an egregious amount of slick.

"Fuck- Liam, just... slow down-" Alex moans as he tries to reconcile, but Liam cuts him off with a frustrated sound.

"No, no, I need it, you don't get it-" Liam's voice clips with something feral, watery and unstable, and a phantom pressure has begun pushing down on his temples, inhibiting all his senses until all he feels is a nauseating want in his stomach.

Distantly, he can feel Alex nosing at his shoulder, rubbing his cheek against Liam's primary glands on his neck, and the action serves to help him calm down as their scents curl and mix with each other until they twist into something even sweeter, something that's mutually theirs.

The action is immediately followed by Alex's cock sinking in, in, in until he's finally settled down to the hilt, his budding knot wedged just against his rim.

The sensation immediately eases something in Liam's psyche, barely slicing through the fog in his head just enough that he realizes he's been babbling, begging for his alpha over and over again.

Alex is breathing hard against his shoulder and moaning in short intervals, lips sitting gingerly on Liam's scent glands, his hot breaths puffing out against the skin and making him shiver.

The brief moment of respite is over quickly, though, and an entirely new wave of neediness punches him in the gut, forces his body to move, to curl around Alex's lanky figure and grind down on the unmoving cock inside of him.

When Alex doesn't start moving at the first hint, Liam is vocalizing again, huffing out an annoyed sound as he grinds down again; he can feel Alex's full body shudder where he's pressed directly against him.

"Ah- fuck, come on, please just give it to me, I need it," Liam pleads.

The first thrust of Alex's hips immediately kicks Liam's brain into overdrive, his heat-ridden psyche irresistible to the tug of the growing knot pulling on his rim.

Alex is huffing against his throat, and his shoulders are hiked up to his ears, tensed as he whimpers into the crevice of Liam's shoulder and neck, as if fucking him is sapping him of all his energy already.

Alex always gets like this when Liam goes into heat. It's like he falls into a subdued state, becomes equally as overwhelmed by the oozing hormones in the atmosphere– he becomes more pliable; nonverbal besides the occasional whimper as Liam bosses him around, demands his body to do things that it won't remember.

"Mm, yeah, keep doing that," Liam slurs, and the comment acts as a command as Alex starts rabbiting his hips harder and harder, his knot now teasing painfully at his entrance on every thrust.

"Breed me, alpha, I need it- ah- you need it too, come on, give it to me. Want your pups- alpha," Liam prattles, talking and talking until Alex finally comes with a shaky groan, his knot bursting, and Liam yelps as he orgasms around it, the fog in his head finally easing into a comfortable hum.

I hope this was satisfactory :3 love u too dawg

[sicksweets]

This is a completely self indulgent thought but I'm gonna share incase it resonates with any of you. But the thought of an inexperienced Fdom and a patient msub who's letting her discover what she likes and what works sounds amazing.

Like yes it's a bit clumsy, yes she still stutters and giggles at times while she gains the confidence to demand the treatment she knows she deserves, yes she may ask for guidance in figuring out what to do, but it's 100% purely just her.

Its not fake, she's not putting on a persona, she is giving you the privilege in seeing her grow. She is giving you the privilege of being one of the first people to ever touch her. She is giving you the privilege to be her little cute personal practice dummy.

And you will love whatever she gives you because it's her doing it

[jaycecore]

just to have it on the record. i for one am a service top jayce supremacist

[bita-bita]

I'M TIRED OF THE LACK OF DADDIES IN THE WORLD

WHERE ARE THE DADDIES AT??????

I'M GONNA GO TO DOMMING SCHOOL

BECOME A MOMMY MISTRESS AND THEN CLONE MYSELF AND DOM MYSELF I'M SO TIRED OF MY FAVES NOT BEING AS DOM AS I LIKE. (WELL EVERYONE ELSE SAYS THEY'RE NOT) GOODBYE FOREVER I'M ANGRY I DESERVE A FULL DADDY NOT A SWITCH HMPH