#that second gif my godddddd

[absdoll]

oh my godddddd i just read your sub!Abby fic and i'm just thinking of a fic where reader 'doms' Abby but really she's just letting you have your fun and we all know who's still in charge :) oh my god i'm losing it please i just know you would make it so hot,,,,,,,, omg i'm giggling and twirling my hair

yesyesyesyesyes ♡ 💗💕 exactly nonnie ! <3

cw: ice play (almost) , dom!abby , daddy kink lol

“hands behind your back.” you sternly say to your blonde girlfriend, who is manspreading in front of you on your shared bed, you stood between her muscular legs.

“yes ma’am” she giggles back at you, totally taking this seriously, and pins her hands to the small of her back.

you roll your eyes at abby and puff out your chest, “what’s funny? don’t make me get rough with you.” you warn her.

“not funny baby, just cute.” she bats her eyes up at you, making your tummy explode with butterflies.

abby is always in charge. sex, plans, grocery lists, cleaning, abby is always the one handling everything. and as much as you love being under her control, today you wanted to give her a chance to relax and be tended to. but it’s abby, and abby won’t let that slide.

you point your finger to her broad chest, “lay back.” abby raises an eyebrow at you, following your orders. “you’re liking this, aren’t you princess?” abby teases.

“yeah, i am, princess” you tease back. abby can admit that she finds it hot how you’re being so demanding and tough, she knows at any second though she can bend you over her knee and you’ll be a whimpering obedient mess like you always are, but she’ll let you have your fun for now.

you pick up a cup that’s to your left, swirling around the melting ice cubes in it. abby’s gaze shifts to your hand, still shaking the cup. “baby…” she nervously breathes.

“i’m gonna take off your pants, okay?” you slide her grey sweatpants down her legs, biting your lip at the sight of her blue boxers, removing those too.

you plop an ice cube in your mouth, but abby abruptly grabs your jaw. “spit it out.” she demands. you shake your head out of her grasp, spitting the ice cube on her chest. “tss-ahh! what the fuck!” she hisses.

“i’m in charge, remember? don’t interrupt me again.” as you reach for the cup, abby has decided she’s had enough of this.

the burly blonde sits up, sliding her boxers back up to her waist. you watch as she blatantly disobeys your orders.

“here’s what gonna happen my sweet girl. you’re gonna lay down, take off those cute little panties, put your hands behind your back, and sit pretty until i tell you you can move, got it?” she hovers over you, awaiting your compliance.

“b-” you try to regain your “control” you had just a minute ago, but abby’s patience is long gone. “nuh uh baby, all i want to hear from that little mouth is yes daddy.”

abby walks out of the room, leaving you to process what’s about to happen. you do as you’re told because abby can get scary when disobeyed. her blue crystal eyes get dark, almost stone grey.

you’re naked, hands flat under your back, thighs pressing together trying to relieve the uncomfortable sensation pooling down there.

the door creaks slightly, abby’s tall build standing in the doorway, arm resting on the frame above her head. “aww good girl.” she smiles at you.

her strap is tucked in the band of her boxers, the black silicone tip peering from the top. “and good girls get rewarded, yeah?” she walks towards you, eyes locked with yours.

“spread your pussy for me doll” she coos, eyes widening at your milky cream dripping down your thigh.

abby slaps your sopping pussy, letting a long string of spit land on your throbbing nub.

“you ready?” she smirks, positioning herself at your center.

💕 @whore4abby @enbesbians @hersweetheart @picklesarenice69 @abbystoy ♡

a/n : HI MY BABIES OH MY GOD I MISSED U ANGELS SO MUCH ♡♡ feels like i haven’t written in years , ik u lot are patiently waiting on dealer!ellie & i promise promise promise she’s coming soon 🎀💕 enjoy this fun req i got awhile ago , sorry it took me so long nonnie !!!

[tiredseverin]

might have forgotten that this task happened and am now going Insane over it

LIKE HES GOT A FULL ON DEATH STARE HALF A SECOND AFTER THAT ITS GREAT

BABYGITLLLLL LOOK ATHAT

"i can tickle him now and theres nothing he can do about it!" LIKE

"yeah, i am quite ticklish"

the closeup on his worried face at the beggining was lovely haha

also i know im going about it in All the wrong orders shhhh dont Mind it

this is just Amazing. obviously.

SWEEEET LITTLE BOY i think he flinches! at the sound of the tape cracking maybe? it *is* loud lol. tried to gif it but it just looked silly then, and it lacked the sound anyway 💔

<3 <3 <3

:)))))

poor boy got ransomed oh no 😢😢what an awful situation adkjfss

hes just watching it all unfold hahaha love him leaning away from them

he almost giggles!!!!! so funny hahaha

he who has accepted his fate

GAHHHH HIS SMILEEEEEEE

so sosososo cute and dainty

of course, the iconic "theres *some* sexual tension* between you"

"what's that got to do with it?"

i fucking love that shrug <3 this is like the quintissential alex horne characteristic but like hes got such a steady and honestly hilarious poker face and in these moments its just incredible how sincere he sounds its so funny!

and of course. greg. i wont go into greg today because if i do i will start Salivating aksjdfnsd

ACTUALLY I WILL GO INTO GREG LIKE WHAAAAAT OH MY GOD????? OH MY GOD!!!! OH JESUS I NEED TO BE LOCKED AWAY FOREVER THAT SMILE IS AARAURGHGHHGHH OH MY GODDDDDD I AHHHH I CANT I CANT I CANT I WANNA LOOK AT HIM FOREVERRRRRR

having let the beast out a bit, how cute that alex immediately smiles so wide and then. death stare again askdjfnsd love that

okay i think thats good enough for now hahah

[pestercide]

OH YEAH

This is completely off the cuff and idk how much you even know about FNF, but I got reminded that Moloch shows up in the Funkin' MIX remix mod and I wanted to show him to you

He acts as a support role so you don't actually get to play as him, but I thought you would enjoy his design :>

Dude

The second I saw this my heart started fluttering like idk how to describe the way I felt ogh my god,,

Oh my god

THIS DESIGN BANGS SO HARD???? THE BROKEN CHAINS ARE SUCH A COOL TOUCH WAIT

I NEED TO PLAY THIS MOD RIGHT NOW (for no particular reason :3)

Maybe even draw him,,

OGH MY GODDDDDD OH MY GOD

[consideramove]

"How can I hope that this will not happen to my memory of H.? That it is not happening already? Slowly, quietly, like snow-flakes- like the small flakes that come when it is going to snow all night- little flakes of me, my impressions, my selections, are settling down on the image of her. The real shape will be quite hidden in the end. Ten minutes- ten seconds- of the real H. would correct all this. And yet, even if those ten seconds were allowed me, one second later the little flakes would begin to fall again. The rough, sharp, cleansing tang of her otherness is gone." - C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed

Sam Reid's Dreamstat just does me in. It's clearly not quite Lestat, and it makes that absence really ache. Louis is so diligent in his Lestat fanfiction, he's trying so hard to build the realest image he can. He does a decent job of capturing Lestat's mordant humour, his unexpected way of turning a sentence, the way he smiles when he's suffering. The ceaseless reaction-seeking, the menace, the sensuality, the love, the fear. The satin pants. It's all there but none of it's really him. It's insubstantial and it highlights the absolute horror of him being gone. Godddddd.

The way to approach Dreamstat, which is what Jacob called him, I definitely tried to bring as much Louis into that Lestat as I possibly could. He’s mimicking his body language, he repeats the words that he says in the same way. So you kind of really get the sense that this is also Louis. - Sam Reid

[fairyroses]

[ryuuna]

I saw the Arcane post and, as someone who's written fanfic the second Vi came out in... 2012? because I shipped them so hard, I'm just YELLING RIGHT NOW. Oh godddddd it's happening. After 10 years, my fucking OTP gets vindicated.

Honestly I was hoping for a smidge of crumbs, just having them talking TO each other instead of AT each other would’ve been enough for me BUT OH MY GOD INSTEAD OF CRUMBS THEY GAVE US A HEAFTY LOAF

[trashexplorer]

BLCD Review: Kashikomarimashita, Destiny ~Answer~

Title: Kashikomarimashita, Destiny ~Answer~ (かしこまりました、デスティニー ~Answer~)

Release Date: 2018/03/30

Author/Artist: Sachimo

Cast: 

Hatanaka Tasuku x Suzuki Yuuto

Maeno Tomoaki x Okitsu Kazuyuki 

Review Proper Spazz

WHAT ARE THESE FEELINGS????!!!!

I’ve been putting off writing a review for this for so LONG. I’ve actually attempted to make it twice, but I had to do everything over because there weren’t enough gifs any words to describe what I just went through. Also I don’t usually write reviews for BLCDs I truly loved because I think that I could never do them any justice. I especially try to avoid doing anything for KD, but for the sake of my following reviews and my own sanity (because I’mma foken die if I don’t let this out), this’ll be my first ever review of a personal favorite.

Let me start from the very beginning: 

It wasn’t until late January that I was informed of the CD adaptation of Answer, so you could imagine just how hyped I was since I was also working on patching the manga and side: Master and Butler’s CDs together for my friends. ((I’m still debating if I should work on Answer too, but it’s WAAAAYY WAAAYY longer than the first two. 😂)) 

I wasn’t planning on getting myself a physical copy, but Animate’s copy was gonna come with a first come first serve WEDDING BROMIDE.

FUCKING-

I then consulted with my one and only real-life fujoshi friend if I should get one or not, and she told me to just wait for it online. The release date was also around the holidays, and it might be put in a tight spot in customs because of the season, and I was going to be in Malaysia for the whole holiday, so there was no one I could ask to keep it for me (I am not an out of the closet fujoshi hence: fujoshiundercover). I legit went through some sleepless nights because of that because I really wanted the bromide. My friend kept on reminding me that it was a first come first serve bonus, so there was no assurance of me getting it.

Then I just decided to wait for it online.

OR SO YOU THOUGHT.

If you’re reading this by chance - HI, ATE! I’M SO SORRY! I AM BUT A WEAK PERSON WHEN IT COMES TO MIYAUCHI. 😂

Even though I’ve ordered it, I still waited for it online because I wasn’t about to open the goddamn CD case anyway. It will forever be sealed~  but I’m really just too broke to buy two copies. 

I was actually listening to DoS Obake at the time when I saw that Answer was up in the interwebs, and I had to bear through the former, so I could wait for Answer to download. The thing came in two parts, and boy, my connection just picked the right time to act up. I finished DoS Obake just as the first CD had finished downloading. I was literally shaking and internally screaming while I was lying in bed with my hands in a praying position to mentally prepare myself for the upcoming drama, and I was thinking that I should wait for both of the CDs to finish downloading before playing, but my impatient ass ultimately ignored that. The second CD wouldn’t finish downloading though, so I had to stop during the first few seconds of track one to wait.

And then it was done.

I was panicking again because this officially ends the series for me. Part of me wanted to jump into the fire, but there was a part of me that wanted to just keep it going forever.

“KASHIKOMARIMASHITA, DESTINY IS THE MOST FUCKING EXPENSIVE INVESTMENT PHYSICALLY, EMOTIONALLY, AND IN COIN I’VE HAD IN MY WHOLE LIFE - OH MY GODDDDDD.”

 -Francesca Gabrielle Louise Emilia Rodriguez Santiago, 2018

I’ve got my phone ready with the English scans to read while listening to the CD because what the hell is pain when you don’t get to have the full experience? PAINFUL. I’ve said this in an earlier post, but it’s really hard to make me cry. I knew that Answer was going to get me really emotional, but I still had some confidence that I was going to push through without tearing up. Things were already pretty heavy in track one, and I handled it quite well, but then track two came, and -

Bang Yongguk: “I didn’t know that I had feelings.”

BITTCCCHHHH 😂😂😂 😭😭😭

Even though I recognize myself as an emotional person, there are really only a handful of BLCDs and mangas that made me shed a tear or two, so there was never a time where I had to pause the tracks to bawl my eyes out! I full on cried only? eight times, but I was teary the whole time! Even Life Senjou couldn’t get to me like that! 

I really, really LOVED the execution, the voice work, and the closeness to the manga that Answer had - dare I say that this was even better than the first CDs. I really have nothing more to say because it was sheer perfection to me. 

Man, the KD series as a whole just put me through a ride. It is such a shame that this was the end of such a beautiful series, but THANK YAOI GODS FOR LETTING THIS WORK BE BORN IN MY LIFETIME. I don’t think that I would be over this and that’s not a bad thing. I’ve been through a phase where I thought that I was just overreacting with my attraction to the KD series because I didn’t want to admit that it was greater than some of the other long running series (plot-wise) I love, but I get now that it’s okay because they’re entirely different from each other. 

I’ve clearly stated in my manga reviews that I do not give perfect tens, but I am now ready to say that this deserves a solid 10, and it is easily one of the best series I’ve ever read and listened to in my whole life. 

I HIGHLY RECOMMEND THIS. PLEASE LOVE MY SONS.

[sarahscribbles]

OH

MY

GODDDDDD

No amount of snippets could have prepared me for how AMAZING this was!!! Seriously! I feel fucking giddy!!

He was so stunningly beautiful that sometimes you couldn’t believe he was actually real – actually yours, to care for, to worship, to adore.

I adore this bit!! The way you can tell these two are completely head over heels for each other! It speaks volumes about the relationship and I fucking love you for not making it solely about how good it is to fuck Loki. Let him be loved, too!!!

Your breath caught in the back of your throat as you stared up at Loki wide-eyed. His brows were drawn together in concentration, his lower lip pulled between his teeth as he teased you with each carefully calculated thrust. You choked out a sob as the head of his cock rubbed against your swollen clit, sending a flood of warmth through your writhing body and igniting every nerve ending like a thousand fireworks bursting in the night sky. 

The image I have in my head right now! How am I supposed to sleep after this??? HOW???? Let me watch this man unravel above me and feel him thrusting against me!! I am a simple hoe!!

“Yes. Tease me, make me beg for you.” Each syllable was deliberately enunciated, fervency pouring from his lips like honey from the comb. His hands traveled down your body, his fingers dancing across the curves of your hips. “I am yours to command. My body, my heart, my mind.”

I AM GOING TO LOSE MY GOD DAMN MIND!!!! The way this fictional man has me in a such a chokehold jfc!!

Loki’s eyes closed and a whimper fell from his lips as you teasingly stroked him, sliding his foreskin back with a gentle tug and running your thumb over the slit of his cock, gathering his pre-cum on your fingertips.

Can't comment. Too dead. Place flowers on my grave xxx

Your hands roamed over every inch of Loki’s body spread wantonly beneath you, his cool skin shivering beneath the heat of your touch. I've come back to life just to die again. The way I can picture this in my head! Loki spread out completely on the bed....so vulnerable and easy to touch. Me mouth is watering! You would do anything for this man, this god. And he knew it.   I absolutely would. Again, I ADORE how easy it is to see that they love each other! You just write them perfectly and I want to live in this fic for ever and ever and ever. “Now, hang on just a minute,” Loki pleaded, the muscles in his arms and chest coiling tightly as he pulled against his restraints, a desperate attempt to hold onto the moment before it was taken away. It only made you want to deny him more. Ahhhhhh I can't believe you put this in!!!!! It was perfect!!! Omg the way I can see the disbelief on his face! And the leaning back to stroke him just a little before leaving him lying there? *chefs kiss* (I mean yes we're going to pay for it later but gotta take that fun where we can get it, yknow?) For real, I'm going to wrap this up because this is a Long Boi of a comment, but I FUCKING ADORE THIS!!! How dare you say it wasn't good?? The way you write their relationship is PERFECT and I can feel the love they both have for each other! (My king being reserved solely for Loki's ears). Your smut is impeccable and I was hooked the whole way through this! There wasn't one disappointing bit! You have fed this denial whore's heart and I freaking adore you! (And you can be sure I'm going to gently peer pressure you into a second part)!

Don’t Give In

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Summary: Tonight, Loki has just one request: Deny him. Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Word Count: 5.8k Content/Warnings: Established Relationship, switch!Loki vibes, Teasing, Bratty Behavior, Fluff, Smut, Biting/Marking, Edging/Orgasm Delay, Face-Sitting, Oral, P-in-V, Second Person POV, No Y/N Rating: Explicit; 18+ (minors DNI)

“Are you awake, dove?” 

Loki settled next to you, the mattress dipping under his weight as a shiver ran down your spine – was it because of the cool touch of his fingers caressing your back or the low, rumbling timbre of his voice? Perhaps both. 

You had been on the cusp of sleep, lingering somewhere between reality and a dreamworld – not quite exhausted from the evening’s grueling mission but tired enough after a celebratory shower with the insatiable god that you’d subsequently crawled into bed while Loki had retired to the corner of the room to finish his debrief report for Rogers. 

Well, that didn’t take long, you thought as the last vestiges of sleep dissipated into darkness, the intoxicating scent of damp earth and mint enveloping your senses as Loki gracefully sidled closer, pressing his body flush against yours. 

Humming in response, you turned to face him, tangling yourself in the crisp cotton sheets and smiling as the mere thought of his intentions sent ripples of tingling warmth through your body. After a few slow blinks, Loki’s features began to sharpen, and you gazed at his sombre face, ethereally lit by the streaks of moonlight creeping in through your bedroom window. 

“Loki, what–” you began, frantically searching his eyes for a clue of what might be troubling him as your heart skipped a beat. And then another. 

“There’s something I need to talk to you about,” Loki said, his words slow and deliberate as his eyes raked across your body. Your mind raced with possibilities: Had he uncovered something in his post-mission assessment? What if he’d intercepted another cryptic message from Heimdall? It couldn’t be– 

“What is it?” You swallowed thickly, panic rising in your chest as Loki stroked your skin with his nimble fingers, deftly grazing your exposed nipple with the calloused pad of his thumb as he took a deep breath. He must have finally noticed the worry etched on your face because he huffed out a low laugh as he ran his fingers soothingly through your hair. 

“Oh, darling,” he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to your temple as one large hand cupped your face, his thumb now tracing along your cheekbone. “It’s nothing serious. I didn’t mean to cause you distress.” 

A wave of relief washed over you, your tensed muscles relaxing into his embrace as your heartbeat slowly returned to a steady rhythm. “Gods above, Loki,” you quipped, playfully nipping at his wrist. “Must you always be so dramatic?” 

“Dramatic? Me? Impossible,” he responded, feigning offense as he rolled on top of you, caging you between his arms. You giggled beneath him as he ran the cool tip of his regal nose along the column of your neck before lightly peppering kisses along your jaw.

Your hands lingered on his chest before finding their way into his mess of soft black curls, still slightly damp from your earlier shower. For a brief moment, you wondered why he hadn’t used his seidr to dry himself as he was wont to do, but then Loki’s mouth was on yours, his tongue languidly swiping at your lips – your curiosity replaced with unadulterated lust. You tugged at his hair, pulling him closer as you deepened the kiss, reveling in the way his eyes went half-lidded even as desire flickered to life in them. 

After a few moments, Loki pulled away, and the yearning in his darkened eyes, combined with the sensation of his hot breath fanning across your face, filled you with the overwhelming urge to give yourself to him. Completely. 

“Loki…” you spoke his name like a sacred incantation.

He was so stunningly beautiful that sometimes you couldn’t believe he was actually real – actually yours, to care for, to worship, to adore. Biting your lip, you ran your hands under the lapels of Loki’s robe, pushing it off his body and lightly scratching your nails down his back as he rid himself of the garment. 

You observed the subtle way his muscles flexed under alabaster skin, highlighted by the moonglow cast across your bed, and how the rise and fall of his chest mimicked your own unsteady breaths. Positively sinful, you thought as your fingertips explored every dip and curve along the wide expanse of his shoulders. 

“Ah,” he tutted when you tried to recapture his lips, withdrawing from your advances and placing his palm firmly against your clavicle. “This–” he paused, trailing his forefinger between the valley of your breasts “–is exactly what I wanted to discuss.”

“Mm. Not in the mood for your games tonight, Loki,” you replied, hands skimming along his toned abs as you opened your hips, inviting him to settle between your thighs. You were already incredibly aroused, and you smirked in satisfaction as your fingertips finally made contact with his semi-erect cock. “Just need you.”

“And what about my needs, love?” he replied, pulling the sheets off your body before snatching your wandering hands and pinning them above your head. “Perhaps it is time for you to be the gamemaster, hmm?”

The hell? A snort escaped you, and the exasperated look on Loki’s face only propelled your fit of laughter. 

“Game- gamemaster?” you chuckled, attempting to squirm out of his grasp. “You’ve been spending too much time around Scott and the rest of those dungeon nerds.” 

Loki’s eyes narrowed, his grip on your wrists tightening as he leaned over you, raven hair falling in a curtain around your face. 

“You’re missing the point, silly little bird,” he rasped, sensually rolling his hips and causing your giggles to turn into gasps.

Your breath caught in the back of your throat as you stared up at Loki wide-eyed. His brows were drawn together in concentration, his lower lip pulled between his teeth as he teased you with each carefully calculated thrust. You choked out a sob as the head of his cock rubbed against your swollen clit, sending a flood of warmth through your writhing body and igniting every nerve ending like a thousand fireworks bursting in the night sky. 

Loki clenched his jaw, the muscle underneath his chiseled cheekbone twitching in that tell-tale way, letting you know he was fighting back the primal urge to fuck you senseless. 

“Ah. J- just tell me what you want, Loki,” you stammered, bucking your hips and chasing the sweet friction as your frazzled mind reeled with salacious possibility.

Gasping, you dug your nails into your palms as Loki continued slowly grinding his hips into yours, sending jolt after jolt of adrenaline through you. The need to be consumed by him was overwhelming, and if you just angled your hips a bit more…

“I want all of you,” he confessed breathlessly as his body moved in fervent rhythm against yours. 

Fuck. That silver tongue never did fail him. 

“But not yet.” Loki hummed, a satisfied smile creeping onto his face as he lifted off your body, finally releasing your wrists. You whined at the sudden loss of contact, but Loki’s hands never wavered as he cupped your face in his palms, your mouths melding together as he voraciously kissed you.

You were panting now, and the sight of him hovering above you, flushed and aroused, took all your willpower not to throw him onto his back and ride him until you were both begging for release.

“Loki, please. I need you,” you said softly, your unhindered hands descending the planes of his back until your fingers found solace in the firm swell of his ass. 

“Temptress,” he chuckled, deftly tracing along your collarbone to your shoulders and down along the curve of your breast. 

“You give yourself to me so freely.” Loki’s words were muffled as he nuzzled your neck, undoubtedly feeling your erratic pulse pounding against his cheek. “Every part of you.” 

It wasn’t a question, and yet you felt compelled to answer.

“I- I do,” you stammered, tucking a stray curl behind his ear and watching with a mixture of apprehension and wonder as he slowly rolled off you. 

Where exactly was he going with this? Propping yourself up on your elbow, you marveled at the confounding god beside you. His brow was creased, the expression on his face equal parts adoring and ravenous. You gulped, sensing a shift in the air. 

“And deny me nothing, correct?” 

You nodded slowly, your mouth suddenly dry. The playful banter was gone, replaced by a raw intensity that made your skin tingle, your cunt clenching with need.   

“Yes, I mean… I would never deny you anything, Loki,” you whispered, your gaze locking onto his as anticipation coiled in your belly like a serpent, ready to strike. His eyes were wide with earnest longing, conveying a vulnerability he only dared share with you. 

“But that is my request, love. I want you to.”

“To deny you?” you asked, unable to hide the uncertainty in your voice.

He nodded, lips quirking into that damned mischievous grin as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Yes. Tease me, make me beg for you.” Each syllable was deliberately enunciated, fervency pouring from his lips like honey from the comb. His hands traveled down your body, his fingers dancing across the curves of your hips. “I am yours to command. My body, my heart, my mind.”

Your heart rate skyrocketed at his words, and you hesitated momentarily. You rarely took control in the bedroom, but Loki’s request made your inner goddess roar to life as you realized you possessed a piece of him that no one else ever had. Slowly, you trailed your fingertips along his torso, stopping just above his midriff. You leaned in close, your lips almost touching his.

“Are you sure?” Your voice was reverent, barely more than a breath. Loki responded with a low growl that rumbled through his chest, spreading warmth through your core like molten lava, each searing ember threatening to consume every inch of you.

“I’m positive, pet,” he said, his green eyes smoldering as he gripped your hips and pulled you closer to him. “I want to be at your mercy,” he continued, his voice low, pleading.

His words lit a fire within you, your own arousal building with each passing moment. Your fingers dipped lower, teasing the sensitive skin just below his navel, delighting in the way his eyelashes fanned across his cheekbones as he sharply inhaled. 

“At my mercy, hmm?” you purred, fisting your other hand in his hair and tugging roughly, your shift into dominance making him gasp as you placed wet, hot kisses along Loki’s collarbone.

“Norns, yes,” he moaned as you released his hair and slid your hand down his chest, feeling the rippling muscles quiver beneath your touch. You hummed, tracing the lines of his abs and marveling at the perfection of his body, before wrapping your fingers loosely around his thick cock. Loki’s eyes closed and a whimper fell from his lips as you teasingly stroked him, sliding his foreskin back with a gentle tug and running your thumb over the slit of his cock, gathering his pre-cum on your fingertips.

“Fu- f-faen,” he hissed as you tightened your grip, increasing the pressure with each pass. He pushed against you, frantic for more, his hips thrusting in time with each stroke of your hand, his breaths coming in shallow gasps. 

“That’s it, my love,” you cooed quietly in his ear, relishing the heady sensation of having such absolute power over him. You watched in quiet fascination as Loki’s body responded to your every touch, his mouth opening in a silent cry, his hands gripping sheets. Suddenly, Loki tensed, his eyes fluttering open as he stared at you, his face twisted in a mix of gratification and agony.

“Wait… wait,” he pleaded, his voice strained as he grabbed your wrist, making you immediately pause your movements. You gently removed your fingers from around Loki’s throbbing cock as he let out an unsteady breath. A single tear ran down his cheek, and your stomach lurched as anxiety coursed through your body, your mind racing. 

Had you fucked this up somehow?

His grip on your wrist loosened, his hands falling heavily at his sides, his eyes gentle and understanding as he looked at you.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” he said as if reading your mind. Relief flooded you as you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, running your hand over his chest and feeling his heartbeat thud beneath your palm. He tilted his chin up, the veins in his neck bulging beneath smooth skin. 

“But this– fuck, darling– this doesn’t work if you give in to me so easily,” he rasped, gently bucking his hips in the air while casting you a fervid glance. You could see the hunger in his eyes, feel the tension radiating off his body. It was as if the air was vibrating with electric energy, the pure erotic tension building with each passing moment.

A tingle shot up your spine as you realized how much he needed this — this denial. 

“Oh, love,” you said softly as you straddled his waist. “You want to take things slow?”    

“Y-yes,” he whispered roughly, his hands clenching into fists as you ran a finger down his stomach, the taut muscles flexing under your touch.

“As you wish, my prince.”

Your hands roamed over every inch of Loki’s body spread wantonly beneath you, his cool skin shivering beneath the heat of your touch. Your fingers mapped the sculpted lines of every muscle and tendon – along his tensing biceps, across his smooth chest, and down the hard plane of his abdomen. A deep ache pulsed in your core as your hardened nipples grazed against his own as you leaned over him, a soft moan escaping him as he trembled in response. 

Smirking, you nibbled and sucked along his neck, delighting in how easily his pale skin flushed and bruised. It took every ounce of self-control not to shift your hips back and mount him as you continued your tantalizing torture. Your cunt throbbed as he whimpered beneath you, the thought of riding him into oblivion causing slick arousal to pool between your thighs as your ass rocked against his cock. 

“I adore how– how easily I can persuade you, my stubborn little thing,” he managed to choke out between strangled sobs of ecstasy.

“I would do anything for you, Loki,” you said, staring down at the god beneath you. His eyes were glazed over, pupils blown wide with unabated lust. God, he was gorgeous like this: raven curls fanning across the pillow, chin tilted towards the heavens, the muscles of his strong jaw straining, nostrils flaring as his chiseled chest heaved with each ragged breath.

The raw need pulsing through him was palpable. You leaned down, lips brushing against his jawline. “So teach me. Tell me what to do.” 

You nipped at his earlobe but pulled away as the familiar flash of his seidr filled the space between you, leaving a pair of cuffs in its wake. You looked at him wide-eyed, your heart hammering in your chest. 

“Restrain me,” Loki commanded, the sudden majestic gravitas in his voice shocking you. 

“I don’t–” you began, furrowing your brow as your fingers caressed the leather bindings. A sly grin spread across his face as he observed your hesitation, and his wicked tongue darted out to wet his lips as he reveled in the way you squirmed under his gaze. You would do anything for this man, this god. And he knew it.  

He’s enjoying this, you thought. All of it. 

“Come on, don’t get shy now, pet,” he purred, his voice dripping with charm. “You know you want to.”

You rolled your eyes, but the corners of your mouth curled up in amusement. “You’re insufferable, you know that, right?” you sighed, your fingers still tracing the intricate patterns embossed on the cuffs. He chuckled in response, his deep laughter rumbling through his chest and making his entire body vibrate with amusement. It was one of your favorite sounds, filled with a melodic mischievousness that always made your heart race.

As you crawled off of him, your eyes lingered on his flushed cock resting against his stomach. You let go of the restraints, the leather slipping from your hands as you trailed them down his body instead. Loki watched you with rapt attention, his eyes burning with a fiery fervor that only made you more determined to tease him. 

Two could certainly play this game. 

You leaned in closer, fingertips hovering just above his cock before settling on his hip bones instead. 

“You’re aching to be touched, aren’t you?” you drawled, a sly smirk playing at the corners of your lips as you watched his cock twitch at your words.

“Darling,” he growled, a hint of warning in his voice as he bucked up in search of your hand. You merely chuckled, your fingers moving lower until they skimmed over the base of his cock. Loki shuddered at the contact, his knuckles turning white as he fisted the sheets in blissful agony.

“And so sensitive,” you teased, wrapping your fingers around his hot, pulsing cock, eliciting a loud cry from his lips. You savored the way his body arched and trembled beneath your touch. He was desperate, moaning like a whore as you taunted him with slow, gentle strokes. 

“I am yours to command. My body, my heart, my mind.”

Loki’s words echoed in your mind, and you knew that you shouldn’t give in just yet. That, whatever his reason for asking you for this tonight, he needed you to make it last just a bit longer. 

You pulled away, leaving a frustrated Loki in your wake. His chest heaved, his expression settling somewhere between anguish and amazement.

“You’re a tease,” he hissed through clenched teeth, a thin sheen of sweat forming on his brow.

“And you asked for it,” you reminded him, a smug smile tugging at the corners of your mouth as you leaned in and pressed your lips against his. Loki snarled in response, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth as his hands gripped your ass, tugging you back on top of him. 

“Ah, ah,” you remarked, grabbing his wrists and pulling them away from your body. “We need to do something about those wandering hands of yours, love.”

It didn’t take long to get Loki into position, but even when restrained, he remained unwaveringly regal. But really, what else did you expect?  

He elegantly leaned back against the pillows, his arms stretched out, the sinewy muscles of his forearms rippling as you cuffed him to the bed posts. 

“Is that tight enough?” you asked, fingers deftly threading the straps around his left wrist. 

Loki arched a brow, the corner of his mouth curling into a flirtatious smirk as he watched you settle between his open thighs.

“Perfect,” he remarked, his eyes locked onto yours, his tendons flexing against the soft leather restraints as he tested the bindings. “Now, tell me. What’s next–”

He groaned as you licked a stripe along the underside of his cock, your tongue exploring each ridge and vein with agonizing precision before you wrapped your lips around the tip, lazily bobbing your head up and down. Loki tasted of musky sweetness, a sacred ambiance you had only ever encountered in the pages of stories filling your senses. 

You heard the headboard creak, your eyes snapping open to witness Loki, his chest flushed pink and head tossed back, the sharp edge of his jaw accentuated in the dim light from the bedside lamp as the guttural noises from his throat echoed around your room in a shameless symphony. 

His hips rose eagerly to meet your every movement as you lost yourself in the moment. Your tongue rapturously worked its magic as saliva dripped from the corners of your mouth and his sounds of pleasure intensified, a wild urgency taking over as your ministrations continued.

Just as his entire body began to judder, you released him with a wet pop, the rhythmic vibrations of your phone rattling across the nightstand, commanding your attention. 

“I should probably take that,” you said breathlessly, wiping the back of your hand across your mouth. 

“Now, hang on just a minute,” Loki pleaded, the muscles in his arms and chest coiling tightly as he pulled against his restraints, a desperate attempt to hold onto the moment before it was taken away. It only made you want to deny him more.

“Pepper! How’s Mabilu?” you chirped, ignoring the utter disbelief on Loki’s face as you sat on the edge of the bed. 

“Oh, no. You’re not interrupting anything. What’s up?” you said as you reached behind you, fingers gliding up Loki’s inner thigh. Your warm hand found his cock, and you unhurriedly stroked him for a few seconds before standing and stepping away from the bed. Hesitantly, you glanced back at Loki, hearing him exhale. Surprise flickered over his features, but in a blink it was gone as a frustrated scowl darkened his perfect face.

“Mm. Remind me, who’s going to be at this one?” you asked, settling into one of the wingback chairs in the corner of your room, half-listening to Pepper drone on about the upcoming fundraising gala as Loki shifted on the bed behind you. 

You peered over your shoulder. He was watching you, eyes dark and hooded, and you could see the desire burning hot in them. Leaning back, you trailed your fingernails across the armrest of the chair as you studied the intricate carvings on Loki’s wardrobe — trying to focus on anything but the sound of him testing the restraints, grunting as he pulled hard enough to make the headboard rattle against the wall. 

“Uh-huh. Yeah, sounds like a good time,” you muttered, your voice betraying your lack of interest in the conversation. 

Every few minutes, you’d hear Loki release an exaggerated sigh as Pepper’s voice spilled from the speaker, her words losing all meaning. You could feel his eyes boring into you from across the room, the rustle of him continually straining against the binds giving your accelerating heartbeat little reprieve.

It’s just another one of his tricks, you reminded yourself. Just part of the game. Because you knew that, if he wanted to, he could break free and be on you in less than two seconds. Claiming you against his ancient armoire, making you come on his cock over and—

Enough.  

As tempted as you were to surrender and fuck him until you were both screaming to the heavens in synchronous rapture, you wouldn’t give in. Not yet, at least. 

Because right now, he was completely at your mercy.

You squirmed in the chair, clenching your thighs together in a futile attempt to lessen your own insatiable need. Finally, after what felt like an eternity — but in reality, you noted as you glanced at the clock on your nightstand, was only fifteen minutes — you said your goodbyes. 

As soon as you ended the call, Loki’s voice rumbled through the darkened bedroom.

“That wasn’t very nice, pet.”

God, you were in for it later. But right now? Right now you craved the slow burn, relishing the newfound sense of control coursing through your veins that threatened to consume you. 

“You’ve been so good for me, Loki,” you said, padding across the hardwood floor. “But I would choose my next words wisely if I were you.” 

Whatever cheeky retort he had planned died on his tongue, his mouth snapping shut. Loki’s breath hitched in anticipation as you closed the distance between you with purpose, feeling a thrill at the fervid need radiating off him as he looked at you with wild eyes. 

You carefully climbed onto the bed, straddling one of his firm thighs and planting your palms flat against his chest. His muscles tensed beneath your cautious touch, his breath coming in shallow pants. Loki was completely helpless under your spell, every muscle straining with effort as he fought against the same impulse as you.

His leg jerked beneath you as you lazily drew circles around his navel with your forefinger, and when you dragged your nails through the path of fine, dark hair trailing down to his cock, he let out a ragged whimper. 

You explored every inch of his exposed skin with your mouth, smiling against his cool, pebbled flesh as you traced a slow path up his inner thigh with your warm tongue, teasing him with the promise of what was to come. His breath caught in his throat as you nipped at his sensitive flesh, your fingertips sinking into his hips as you marked his flawless skin with love bites. 

“Darling, please,” Loki begged as you flicked your tongue over his balls, your breath ghosting over where he wanted to be touched most. 

You glanced up at the god, his brows knitting together, mouth hanging agape as that wicked tongue darted out to wet his lips. You finally moved to reward him for his patience, laving attention upon the sensitive head of his aching cock. His body arched off the bed, pleading with you to give him what he craved as you explored every ridge and crevice with your tongue. 

Loki cried out, his body shuddering as his cock hit the back of your throat, your tongue worshipping every inch of his salty-sweet skin with a delicate respect that made him tremble beneath you. Time seemed to stand still, his breath coming in shallow gasps as his hips continuously rocked into your face. The obscene noises tumbling from his lips had your cunt clenching around nothing, and your hand intuitively found its way between your legs. You slowly rolled your clit between your fingers, rocking against Loki’s thigh as you chased your own pleasure. Hollowing your cheeks and flattening your tongue, you quickened your movements, licking and sucking as you drove both of you nearer and nearer to the edge.

“Oh my fuck,” you groaned, pulling your hand away from your cunt as your thighs began to shake under your own touch. You couldn’t come now, not like this.

“F-faen,” Loki rasped, arching his back. “I need to taste you. Let me taste you.”

“Do you think you deserve it?” you asked, gathering your slick essence on your fingertips and pressing them to Loki’s lips before he could respond — allowing him only the briefest taste before pulling your hand away. The strangled whimper that tumbled from his throat pushed every rational thought from your mind, and only a swirl of power and lust remained. 

“Please,” he begged, his voice hoarse with need as he licked the glistening remnants of your arousal from his lips. “I want- I need to make you come.” 

How could you deny him that? You succumbed to his eager plea, moving from his thigh to straddle his face, carefully lowering your dripping cunt onto Loki’s face. A deep moan rumbled from his throat as you braced your hands on the headboard. His skilled tongue lapped at all the sensitive places you so desperately wanted him to touch, the lewd sound sending a shock wave through your entire body.

You looked down at him, drinking in the sight of his flushed face. His eyes were closed in lustful bliss as his lips instinctively wrapped around your pulsing clit.

“Yes- yes, you feel so f-fucking good, Loki,” you praised as you frantically jerked your hips, fingernails digging into the soft pine board. Loki’s tongue felt like fire against your heated skin, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You sobbed as the tapered bridge of his nose rubbed against your clit, the sound making his eyes fly open, locking with yours. He wanted to watch you come undone. 

Loki hummed in satisfaction before sucking your clit one final time, his entire body trembling beneath you as stars exploded behind your eyelids. He expertly pulled the last bit of pleasure from your body, an intense orgasm ripping through your body as you screamed his name. Loki kissed along your thigh as you came down from your high until you rolled off of him with a shaky breath. You curled into his side, your head nestling under his outstretched arm. 

“I love you.” His voice seemed to come from far away, muffled by the sound of your own heartbeat pounding in your ears.

You lifted your head, nudging his cheek with your nose as you returned the sentiment. 

“And I love you, my king.” 

You and Loki weren’t shy when it came to openly using terms of endearment around the rest of the team, ‘darlings’ and ���my loves’ falling easily from your lips while in mixed company. But this — this was a phrase so sacred that it was reserved for his ears only. 

“My goddess. My queen.” His voice was rough — raw, even — and sent shivers across your skin. The sincere emotion in his words reignited something within you, setting your body aflame. You gracefully mounted him, groaning in sensuous unison as his cock finally made contact with your overstimulated cunt, his hard length dragging along your wet slit. 

You lowered yourself onto him slowly feeling each vein and ridge of his throbbing cock as he breached your tight cunt inch by godly inch. Your mouth formed a perfect ‘o’ as you glanced down at Loki beneath you, his eyes glazed over as he watched his cock fill you to the hilt. 

The sound he made was positively sinful, and he chanted your name as you rolled your hips against his, your body adjusting to his size — the sensation of feeling so full turning you into a whimpering mess. 

Loki’s restraints melted away in a spark of glowing seidr, his hands grasping your hips, blunt nails digging into your flesh as he guided your movements. He lunged forward, unbound, digging his heels into the bed and making you yelp as your chest made contact with his.

He looked absolutely feral as you clenched tightly around him, feeling the tension from the hour of denial evaporating from his body.

You wanted him to destroy you. 

“F- fuck, Loki!” you shouted as he pulled one of your peaked nipples between his teeth, biting it ever so gently. The stimulation was too much, and you leaned back, but the new position had the blunt tip of Loki’s cock gliding against your g-spot with each gentle thrust. You clenched around him as you cried out again, a rush of electricity erupting through your bloodstream. 

Loki threw his head back against the pillow, forcing out a string of old Norse curses through gritted teeth. 

“Enough!” he grunted, flipping you onto your back, thrusting himself deeper inside of you until his hips were flush with yours. It was too much. You screamed out, gripping his shoulders tightly as he rhythmically fucked you, your body convulsing beneath him. 

Loki sucked at the tender flesh of your neck as he swirled his hips, the drag of his pelvis tugging at your clit, sending shockwaves through your entire being. You whimpered, growing dizzy as his cock swelled inside you, every ridge dragging against your walls as he filled you, no longer sure where one of you ended and the other began.

You heard him say your name, his voice barely audible against your skin as he languidly rocked into you, drawing out your pleasure as he approached his own climax. The sheer intensity of the moment began to overwhelm you as he increased his pace, and you felt yourself spiraling ever closer to the edge. Digging your fingernails into his back, you said his name with a strangled gasp – an unholy prayer to any god who would listen — as Loki’s moans reverberated across the room, growing louder until the final howling crescendo tore the heavens down around you. He shuddered in ecstasy, and the force of his orgasm wracked both your bodies. The sensation coursed through you like a live wire, setting every nerve ending ablaze. Euphoria swirled in waves around you, intensifying with each passing second, your very soul igniting with roiling flames as Loki’s fingers dug into the flesh of your hips.

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you came even harder than before, your walls spasming around his cock as he spent himself inside you, your cunt milking every last drop of his hot come. Your rapturous moans melded with Loki’s before your world dissolved into nothingness, aftershocks coursing through your body. 

“Loki,” you said softly, your orgasm fading as he rode through his high with shallow thrusts. The heady scent of sex filled the room as the sweat from your bodies mingled into little rivulets across your flesh. Loki’s large hands grazed your body, reverence radiating from him in a way you’d never experienced before. He pressed his forehead to yours, his breath cool against your burning skin as he whispered words of praise and peppered feather-light kisses up your neck and along your jaw.

“Are you alright?” Loki murmured after a few minutes of tranquil silence, slowly pulling out and rolling onto his side. 

“Mm, amazing,” you replied, softly kissing him before untangling yourself from the sheets. “Just going to clean up a bit.”

As you rose from the bed, the god tried to grab hold of your hand and pull you back, scrunching his nose as you shuffled out of his grasp.

“Loki!” you giggled, scooping his robe from the floor — the Asgardian silk gliding across your skin in a gentle caress, the rich aroma of sandalwood and fresh mint coating every sinew of your body in warm familiarity. A smile pulled at your lips, and you found yourself momentarily entranced by a sense of ancient veneration as you wrapped it tightly around you. Loki’s eyes ignited as he admired you in his garb, the corners of his mouth curling into a smirk. 

“What?” he replied innocently as he settled back against the pillows, folding his hands behind his head. “That was unbelievable, my love. You can’t fault me for wanting more.”

“Impressed, darling? I did have a fantastic instructor,” you replied coyly as you made your way to the en suite. Pausing in the doorway, you glanced over your shoulder at him. He looked positively fucked-out: curls plastered to his forehead, chest heaving with each ragged breath, long legs tangled in the sheets. And yet, that infuriatingly mischievous glint in his eye remained. 

Damn him. 

“Although I think I might need another lesson or two.” 

“Oh. Is that so?” Loki’s gravelly voice enveloped you, his hands back around your waist within seconds. Your heartbeat quickened as you turned in his embrace, knowing that if you dared speak your next words, sleep would not come for you tonight. 

“Because if that,” you teased, running your fingers through his smattering of chest hair still damp with sweat, “is what happens after I deny you for an hour, I can’t imagine what days would be like.” 

Loki licked his lips, darkened eyes examining you with a sense of wonder as you stepped back, letting the robe fall from your body and onto the tiled floor before you closed the bathroom door in his face.

Author’s note: Leaving this one a little open-ended in case I’m inspired to write a part two. And shout-out to @sarahscribbles + @currish-rosewolfe for all the inspiration! 😈

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[reidrum]

reid using his knowledge in high stress situations like this is literally the hottest thing ever oh my godddddd like yes do more microliter conversions of norepinephrine in a second

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[loveydoveysortastuff]

Update:

Oh my godddddd the way I ran for the second book and pre ordered the third😭😭😭😭

48 pages left then I’ve finished Fourth Wing…I don’t know if I’m ready🥲😅

[wild-karrde]

Let me just start this entire screeching commentary off with the following:

JULIE, I AM A WHORE FOR DOM!WOLFFE AND MY GODDDDDD YOU DELIVERED.

The way you write his inner monologue is SO GOOD. THE GRUMP. THE GUY. IT'S HIM. AND THE FACT THAT HE HAS SOME PANTIES STASHED? I am FOAMING AT THE MOUTH.

His tension and how you portray it is DELICIOUS. And him trying to hold himself together until he can get somewhere and lose his composure? I AM ALL ABOUT IT. AND THE WAY HE IMAGINES HERRRRRRRRRRRRRR.

Her body splayed out on his dark gray sheets, the fabric pooling around her waist and hiding just enough of her breasts to keep things entertaining.

This imagery? *CHEF'S KISS*

AND THEN HER NEED. AND HIS CONTROL. THE WAY HE LOOMS. I AM LOSING MY MIND. I AM FERAL FOR THE LOVE BITES.

“Are you ready to take me, darling?” he muttered softly, grazing the shell of her ear with his teeth. “I won’t be gentle, but I can’t wait anymore.”

KARRDE HAS BLUE-SCREENED. PLEASE HOLD DOWN THE POWER BUTTON FOR 10 SECONDS TO POWER CYCLE.

THE DIRTY TALK IS EVERYTHING. HE IS EVERYTHING. THIS IS EVERYTHING. I AM NOT OK.

A Twisted Fantasy

Commander Wolffe x F!Reader One Shot

Summary: Wolffe is a little (a lot) pent up and he knows only one way to truly unwind until he can get home to you. Word Count: 2k Chapter Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. 18+ RATING, dom!Wolffe (is there any other kind lol?), p in v sex, light bdsm themes and spanking, male masturbation reference Notes: I was inspired by our boy finally posting tf up in the trailer🤍 crossposted on ao3

My head is fucking pounding.

Wolffe thought.

Probably atmospheric changes bothering my eye again. 

As their transport hurtled through hyperspace back home to the Triple Zero, he was truly just thankful to be on solid ground and in breathable air. On extended tours like this, Wolffe was always on edge and testy. He missed the comforts of his barracks back home. He missed nights off at 79s with his brothers. Most of all, he missed her.

It had been so long he could barely detect the scent of her on the panties he kept from his last time with her. So many long rotations of burying his nose in them hoping they’d help him get off. Though, it was less and less satisfying the more he messed with them. With his mission completed and his squad probably recharging in the mess, he probably had time to ease his tension the best way he knew how.

Wolffe switched off the nav he was only casually following their course on and stood up. He glanced around the room only finding it filled with the men who should be on duty tonight. With a curt nod, he turned on his boot heel and left the room. 

Tension pricked up his spine as the anticipation built up for his favorite night time activity. Well second-favorite. He reasoned with himself. As he marched down the hall toward his quarters, he scowled the way he always did when he needed to signal to his men to leave him be. The few he did see as he passed by clearly got the message, as they did nothing more than salute formally and go about their business.

Good. He could only wait so long to take the edge off. 

His fists clenched so hard that his knuckles cracked beneath his gloves as the thought of her seeped deeper into his mind. How she blinks up at him like a tempting little vulptex when she wants him. The soft petal colored lips he can kiss whenever he wants to quiet her bold mouth. The wafting floral scent that drenches him in her for rotations afterwards. He fucking needed her.

He shook himself from his daydreaming as he approached his quarters. Urgently he entered his chaincode and stepped inside, sealing it shut behind him. He let his shoulders sag and tipped his head back, sighing dramatically at the relief flooding him already. In a flash, he set his helmet on his equipment crate and shucked the rest of his armor onto the floor beside it, stripping himself down to his black bodyglove. 

His muscles screamed with overuse and the ache behind his eyes became even more noticeable without the excess weight of his helmet on his head. He eased himself down into bed and slumped into his pillow. The rest was soothing, even on the shitty excuse for a mattress they were all given. In a few moments, he was finally comfortable again.

Although, as the post-mission tension he had been feeling subsided, the overwhelming urge of sexual frustration rose to take its place. His body had already decided this was impossible to ignore, his cock hardening between his legs with every second that passed. The dull ache gave way to the familiar loaded throb that he’d come to welcome in his adulthood. It grounded him and gave him something to look forward to when he returned from a mission.

He sighed with satisfaction as he peeled down the waistband of his bottoms and let his now uncomfortably stiff cock fly up. He let out a huff, wrapping his hand around the base and giving it the gentlest tug to get himself started. The mission, the stress, the pain all melted away as he began a slow rhythm he liked. 

His mind wandered and thoughts of her poured in, like they always did. One dirty little thought in particular began forming. He couldn’t remember if he had dreamed this once before or if it really happened, but it excited him either way…

Her body splayed out on his dark gray sheets, the fabric pooling around her waist and hiding just enough of her breasts to keep things entertaining. He always loved how she looked from behind for obvious reasons, but from this vantage point above her he felt powerful. She looked so unsuspecting and helpless, like prey just waiting to be pounced on.

His cock twitched and bounced with excitement from above her, knowing mere moments from now he’d get to fill her up with it. She looked back at him almost in desperation, her eyes begging him more than her words ever could. 

Wolffe chuckled sadistically, slowly easing himself down to press his chest to her back. She keened for him, her back arching to brush skin to skin the way she craved. She turned her face hoping he would give her the mercy of a few fervent kisses, but not tonight. He couldn’t. His cock was throbbing so hard it hurt. 

He leaned closer, pressing featherlight kisses up her shoulder blade to the side of her neck. Grunting and swearing as he let his hips grind against her ass. She felt so good against him, her skin so soft and warm receiving him as he brushed himself against her lewdly. Teasing himself was torturous, but he enjoyed a little of that now and again. Certainly drove her crazy though. 

Each roll of his hips brushed hers deeper into the mattress beneath her and massaged her clit perfectly. The sound of her gasping and whimpering for more only made him want to go faster. Her hands reached back to grip into his curls and the tugging at his scalp made heat course down Wolffe’s spine like nothing else. 

Fuck. He swore, countering with a love bite in the crook of her neck that everyone would see in the morning. She moaned and pulled tighter making his skin erupt in goosebumps at both the sensation and the sound of her pleasure. She trembled beneath his weight, probably already close to cumming from the friction alone. She was like that when he was gone for a long time, anything he did made her insatiable and it made the sex unreal.

He suckled deep hickies into the thin skin around her jaw and teased her mercilessly as she moaned pitifully for him. He didn’t care. He was impatient and in control and he needed her wet, so she could take all of him easily. He rutted his hips between her cheeks over and over again, holding his hands around her ribcage to hold her steady beneath him.

Wolffe kissed up to her ear, his hands slotting into the dip of her waist to hold her as he slowed his grinding. “Are you ready to take me, darling?” he muttered softly, grazing the shell of her ear with his teeth. “I won’t be gentle, but I can’t wait anymore.”

She mewled pathetically, “I’m ready. I need you. Please, Wolffe.” The sound of his name in her little desperate moan made him snap. With a kiss to her shoulder, he lifted himself back over her and spread her thighs apart. Sticky warmth coated her inner thighs and he groaned as he slid his length through it with ease.

His eyes fluttered as he prodded at her entrance, the head slipping through and splitting her open as he followed through. Wolffe hissed, her heat searing pleasure through him instantly. He snapped a few shallow thrusts to part her walls around him and she cried out moans that would keep Wolffe stimulated for years. 

As her walls enveloped him, he started his grueling rhythm, his hips plowing into her as deep and as hard as he could. He growled in satisfaction, the burning heat swelling in his lower belly sending him into a frenzy. “You take me so fucking good.” He capped his compliment with a swift smack to her ass. 

She swallowed her cries, curling her fingers into his sheets and nodding vigorously. “Always, Sir. Always.” She raised her hips, giving him a better angle, which he took immediate advantage of. He wrapped both his large hands around the small of her waist for better leverage and shoved himself deeper inside her. 

“Awwh, that’s a good girl.” He gritted his teeth, her grip on him tightening markedly at his claim. “So fucking tight I can barely move. You missed me, haven’t you? Need me to come home and open you up just like this.” He laughed, letting his strokes shorten as he rocked into her a little harder. 

“Mhm. It’s not the…same…without you, Sir.” she muttered, turning to scream into the mattress as he sped up. Wolffe shifted to curl his hands into the nape of her neck and turned her head away from the muffling covers of his barracks bed. 

“Ah ah, let them all hear you say that, darling.” He curled his hand into her hair and twisted it around his wrist, pulling just enough to feel good. “Give me a little something to be proud of.” he huffed, the exertion admittedly starting to get to him too. His skin was boiling hot, a sheen of sweat coating his entire body as he slipped against hers. Her ass bounced against him, slapping against his thighs as he pounded her into the mattress beneath them.

“Fuck me, Wolffe.” she begged, her hands frantically searching for grip as he hit a spot inside her that made her scramble. “Right there, again. Harder…I can take it, Commander.” she baited him, rolling her hips back into him.

Wolffe dropped down to rest on his forearms and let himself press his body into hers. She writhed beneath him as his cock speared into her at a lower angle. Her walls fluttered around him and Wolffe knew from experience she wouldn’t last much longer. He groaned lowly as his own orgasm began creeping up on him too.

He bit down on her shoulder and let his hips drive as fast and deep as he could manage. “Know just how you like it, filthy girl. Fast and rough. Let me do whatever I want to you…” he grunted between exerted exhales as he kept up his pace. Her moans got breathier and she nodded in agreement. “Let me ruin this little cunt for anyone else but me.”

She cried out a pitiful “Yes.” Wolffe felt her muscles beginning to tense and her walls collapsing around him. His throbbing cock was suffocating inside her and he shuddered as pleasure began its slow trickle down the length of his own body. He could no longer control the snapping of his hips, the air in his lungs or the strength of his bruising grip on her perfect body. 

His ears filled with the delightful repetitive “Yes, yes….yes, Wolffe…fuck, yes.” Her soft curves and sweat-slick skin pressed against his, her walls trapping his cock in her warmth, her face frozen in permanent ecstasy as the high crashed into her. He pressed his forehead into her shoulder and pulled her hips into his as he locked in, shuddering from head to toe as the crest of his own orgasm dragged him under.

His groans died in his throat as he emptied each spurt of pleasure inside her. He lost count of how many times he shot molten hot ribbons into her heat. He panted, the overwhelming pleasure leaving him so delightfully and completely spent. He collapsed on top of her, rolling them both over to cuddle her close while he regained his ability to breathe.

Wolffe let his large palm rest on the soft plush of her lower belly, just over where he’d filled her completely full of him. She was already asleep, far too tired to stay conscious after something as intense as they usually were together. He’d hold her close and keep her safe, even if she wasn’t awake to experience it, for as long as she needed him…

He blinked away the haze of orgasm and came to with a mess on his hands. With the headache and all the tension completely gone, the pull of sleep was inevitable, finally. He cleaned himself off and laid back into bed, knowing that by the time he woke up in 0600 hours he could make that fantasy a reality all over again.

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notes: hi I love him your honor I will probably add taglist and upload to ao3 later but I just wanted to get this posted bc im excited about it.