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flwerzye · 6 months

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Words: 2545 |Warning:Dead Dove:Do Not Eat, Age Play, SubSpace, Pacifier Using, Dub-Con, Praise Kink| Pedri x Gavi

Pedri felt like the worst person in the world when he felt excited by something as horrible as that. Because what was supposed to be innocent, a habit of Gavi's to cure his anxiety, became a fetish of Pedri's that made his sick head explode, his pants tightened every time he saw his boyfriend with a pacifier in his mouth

Gavi had told Pedri about his habit of using a pacifier at the beginning of their relationship, he used them when he felt anxious, he used them when he was alone, wrapped in a blanket while watching something cool on television

This turbulent start to the season made Gavi's anxiety increase, he felt mentally drained and every time he got home, he just changed into comfortable pajamas, put a pacifier in his mouth and wrapped himself in a blanket. Pedri was by Gavi's side at these moments, always calming him, letting him put his head on his chest while stroking his brown hair until he fell asleep, with the pacifier still in his mouth.

It was adorable, but the adorable became erotic in Pedri's head, what was supposed to be a comfort for Gavi became the dark fetish in Pedri's mind, he imagined Gavi below him, crying from overstimulation, asking Pedri to stop investing in him and Pedri puts the pacifier in his mouth, telling him to act like a big boy and not like a brat

Pedri took a deep breath as he saw his boy watching television with the pacifier in his mouth, he looked so small wearing a sweatshirt much larger than his body. Pedri could feel the comfort that Gavi was feeling, away from the outside world just focusing on Pedri. The older man didn't hold back when he hugged Gavi's waist and pulled him onto his lap, the boy mumbled in confusion, not speaking because of the pacifier in his mouth, Pedri started kissing Gavi's neck, delicate kisses on the sensitive spot on his chest. neck that made him moan. It was so wrong to feel hard listening to the moans being blocked by the pacifier, Gavi was so sensitive and pliant, submissive when he was alone with Pedri. As if he didn't need to think anymore, Gavi already thought a lot about the outside world, he didn't have to make much mental effort since Pedri could do that for him, Pedri thinks for Gavi when they are alone and that's what matters, Gavi likes that

"You look so cute when you have a pacifier" Pedri whispered and kissed his boyfriend's neck again "So beautiful, perfect, my perfect boy"

Gavi tried to speak but only babbling came out, he whimpered when his nipples were squeezed by Pedri's fingers, Gavi's hips began to move in an uncoordinated way even as Gavi babbled. Pedri then took the pacifier out of his boyfriend's mouth, looking closely at his boy's pink lips.

"S-strange..." Gavi said, his voice was bashful, his brown eyes watering "P-pepi, w-what's going on??"

"Like this?" Pedri asked holding Gavi's hips making him stop moving, he whimpered at that

"I-I feel strange, it hurts" Oh...Pedri understood what Gavi meant. This was so wrong but so wrong. This couldn't be happening, his boyfriend couldn't have the same desires as Pedri, but apparently he did, and he was doing so well

"Where does it hurt, baby?? Show me" Pedri asked and Gavi held his big hand and guided it to his cock hidden in a pair of white boxers under his big sweatshirt

"H-here, what-is this??" Gavi asked innocently, Pedri lightly squeezed the boy's cock who whimpered "A-ah, Pepi what are you doing??"

"Shhhh, it's okay, baby. Do you want me to make this pain go away??" Pedri asked the boy who nodded, the older one put the pacifier back in Gavi's mouth and laid him on the bed, staying on top. "You're going to behave, aren't you??"

Gavi nodded, and Pedri took off Gavi's boxers without him complaining, after which Pedri pulled up Gavi's sweatshirt showing his leaking dick and his pale belly that was smeared with pre-cum.

He wrapped his hand around it, going up and down on Gavi's dick and bit his lower lip, swallowing a moan after hearing the boy whimper and moan. He was perfect, his Gavi was beautiful, his cheeks were red, his eyes were full of tears while he had a blue pacifier in his mouth, he was perfect, his boyfriend was the most beautiful thing in the world and he was exactly as Pedri imagined, underneath it

Pedri lowered his hand, his fingers dirty with pre-cum, to Gavi's hole, touching the edge and inserting just the tip of his finger, paying close attention to the boy's reactions. He whimpered in pain, tears streaming down his face making Gavi even more beautiful in Pedri's view. Pedri took the pacifier out of the boy's mouth only to openly hear the sweet moans when Pedri inserted his entire finger into the hole.

"P-Pepi" Gavi shouted scared, his dick leaking more and getting dirty on his stomach, Pedri could tell he was enjoying it "It hurts"

Pedri leaned over and left little kisses all over Gavi's face, on his cheeks wet with tears, on his forehead and on the tip of his nose.

"You said you wanted the pain to stop, didn't you, little one?" Gavi agreed between moans as Pedri's finger fucked him slowly "With words"

"Y-yes"

"Then I'll stop your pain, baby. You just need to be quiet and act like a big boy, okay??" Gavi agreed, and his mouth was covered with a pacifier.

Pedri continued using his finger, fucking him faster and then adding one more to the tight entrance. It was music to Pedri's ears just as it was a perfect work of art to see Gavi in that state, so submissive and vulnerable. He had entered the age game very well, and Gavi was being so convincing that Pedri wondered if it was really an act. Gavi acted like an innocent boy who had never been touched, and Pedri felt sick for loving that, he felt more excited to explore this new side of Gavi

The boy's moans increased more as did the tears of pleasure coming from the sensitive boy, Pedri kept saying how good Gavi was, that Gavi was perfect for accepting Pedri so well and that he was acting like a big boy. With that Gavi came on his stomach, dirtying part of his sweatshirt and making Pedri even more excited. Pedri smiled and left a kiss on Gavi's ear before whispering

"You can't tell anyone that I did this to you, little one. You know what could happen if someone finds out, don't you??" Gavi cried, this time feeling a pain of sensitivity, his body was more sensitive than normal and with each touch from Pedri, more tears came out of his eyes

Gavi complained beneath Pedri, trying to get away from the older man's touch, but Pedri pressed him to the mattress with his own body, pinning him to the bed. It wasn't the first time that Pedri left Gavi at his mercy using his strength, it was something common. Pedri liked this, arresting Gavi and forcing him to do things that at first he doesn't like but then starts to like because he never resists Pedri, he always gets hard again even when his limits have been exceeded

It was this feeling of domination that Pedri already had in his body that he had already gotten used to, that Pedri thought was the only thing that would excite him was to hold Gavi and force him until he became more submissive to him, making Gavi forget his own discomfort to stand still beautifully for Pedri to use

Gavi didn't have any strength in his body at that moment, he had gotten into that character well. His brain was smooth as a cloud, subspace was common for Gavi, but it had never been like that. Gavi was pretending at the beginning of everything, getting into the character he knew Pedri would like to see, Gavi knew his boyfriend, he saw Pedri's erections when he stared at him while the younger one used his pacifier, it was so perverted

Gavi wondered what Pedri was thinking, he wondered if Pedri had a fetish just for pacifiers or if it was something much dirtier and wrong than that. And it was, Pedri was much dirtier, it wasn't a simple fetish for seeing Gavi with a pacifier, it was much more than that and Gavi was also perverted and sick for wanting to get into this character

At that moment, what was supposed to be an act, became something very spontaneous. Because Gavi was involuntary, he cried involuntarily, as if he forgot all the sexual experience he had throughout his life to become an innocent boy being depraved by Pedri, his innocence being ripped away with Pedri's soft voice saying that he he was a good boy.

Pedri continued using his fingers on Gavi, forgetting his own pleasure just to observe how submissive his boyfriend was. He was sure it wasn't an act anymore, when he took the pacifier out of the boy's mouth he noticed that he was slurring words, as if he couldn't speak properly. He just cried and moaned

"P-Pepi..."Pedri managed to understand that amid several painful moans and whimpers if Gavi

"What it was??" Pedri questioned taking his fingers out of Gavi only to release his cock from inside his sweatpants. He groaned in relief as he eased his length from his tight pants and almost laughed when he saw Gavi's startled expression, his eyes wide with surprise and his mouth half open.

Gavi gets more scared when he notices the tip passing through his hole, pressing without actually entering Gavi. He was scared, his clouded and innocent mind not knowing what Pedri was going to do to him "Pepi, what are you doing?" Gavi asked with fear, his mind was just that of an innocent boy without knowing what a big man like Pedri would do to a little boy like Gavi

Little...that's how Gavi felt. A little, innocent and stupid boy who didn't think straight and who let Pedri do everything for him. Controlling his body, putting the pacifier in his mouth and taking it out whenever he wants, Gavi had no strength in his limbs and that's why Pedri pinned him to the bed, forcing him to stay there and accept whatever Pedri wanted to give.

"Shhh, be quiet. Are you going to be a bad boy and complain or are you going to be quiet for me like a good boy??" Pedri asked, Gavi, manipulated by the words, sniffled because of his crying. He didn't want to be a bad boy, he wanted to be good, he wanted to be a good boy for Pedri even though he didn't know what he was doing

"I-I'll be quiet" Pedri patted the soft skin of Gavi's face twice and slowly inserted the tip into Gavi's entrance. He cried in pain, writhing beneath Pedri and the older man angrily put the pacifier in Gavi's mouth without the same delicacy as before.

"You said you would keep quiet, you are not a good boy, Gavi" Pedri thrust himself inside Gavi without caring much about his pain, the stretching was painful and very stimulating for Gavi's soft mind, and for Pedri, it was more More than satisfying to have more control over him, I could enjoy just seeing Gavi in that state

Gavi stopped squirming, he couldn't be a bad boy with the only person who knew how to take care of Gavi, who thought for him and who knew perfectly well what he was doing. Pedri was big, Gavi wasn't big, he was small, defenseless and didn't know how to think about anything else. Pedri was superior to him and being without Pedri would be very bad.

Pedri began to move, thrusting slowly while holding tightly to the boy's waist below him, leaving marks that Gavi would later be proud to carry on his body. He burned, but if Pedri was there it was because everything was okay, he wouldn't hurt Gavi, everything was okay. Pedri accelerated his thrusts, hitting Gavi's prostate hard. The boy's cock hardening, starting to feel pleasure

The strong thrusts into Gavi's hole, watching Gavi so perfect lying down and taking Pedri perfectly was enough for him to reach his orgasm, cumming deep inside the boy who rolled his eyes when he felt the door inside him. But Gavi hadn't managed to cum, so Pedri got out of Gavi and once again put his fingers inside the stretched boy, smearing his fingers with cum, making a mess on the mattress.

Pedri fucked him harder with his fingers, 3 easily moving in and out of Gavi quickly, abusing the hole hard until he reached his second orgasm of the night. Pedri still wasn't tired of seeing Gavi cry anymore, of seeing him sniffle and writhe beneath him. He continued, using his fingers with the same force making the boy actually cry more, he sobbed. You could hear the desperate sobs hidden by the pacifier

"Hold on, you'll handle it" Pedri said, taking the pacifier out of Gavi's mouth, holding the boy's jaw tightly. "You're going to be my good boy, aren't you??"

Gavi couldn't respond, he was so sensitive, everything hurt in his sensitive body, Pedri's sweet voice had a frightening malice, mixed with an evil that made little Gavi scared. He was afraid of what Pedri could do to a little boy like Gavi

"S-sorry, s-sorry, Pepi" Gavi said amid desperate sobs and unstoppable tears. Everything was a mess, he felt like he could pass out at any minute, his body was spasming from the stimulation. It was a lot for a little boy like Gavi to deal with.

"You're not a big boy, you're a little boy. My little boy, aren't you??" Gavi nodded, his head nodding without being able to say anything because Pedri had once again put the pacifier in his mouth.

When Gavi came for the second time, he felt like he couldn't take it anymore. His eyes were heavy and closed, his body limp and tears were still coming out of his eyes. Pedri slowly removed his fingers from the boy and paid attention to what he had done, the result of his domination

He was still crying, thinking he was a little boy, he was still in Subspace and for a moment, the sane part of his mind felt guilty for leaving him in such a deplorable state. Pedri gently wiped Gavi's tears with his clean hand, leaving delicate kisses all over his boyfriend's flushed face.

"You did so well, my good boy" Pedri praised after leaving a soft kiss on top of the pacifier. The boy was so tired, his body was still sensitive but Pedri would know how to take care of him, he was Pedri's little boy after all. And so he fell asleep, under Pedri's delicate touches on his skin, caring for the boy he broke.

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game-boy-pocket · 6 months

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I played Nickelodeon All Star Brawl 2 today

Okay... so... I was very hyped for this game... until it was revealed that they cut a huge number of the playable characters from the last game, so many cuts that the roster is the same size as the last games... and some of the cuts are... really bad. They cut characters who were main characters, they cut characters who were the ONLY character representing their series, they cut popular characters... And because of these cuts, the characters that DID get in kind of leave me feeling mixed about them rather than looking at them as a "more cakes" situation.

I'm going to put those feelings aside for now, because, while crossover platform fighters are kind of built to be fan service games, there's more to them than fan service. And this does look to be, mechanically speaking, an upgrade on the last game, and a more meaty experience too.

However, against my better judgement, I bought the switch version. I was hoping to one day play this at a friends house... but holy shit, the performance. I might be too embarrassed to play this with friends... It's just like Slime Speedway.. There's a few bugs too, mostly occuring during loading. Music tracks not stopping when they're supposed to, I actually got a freeze when loading the next level, but I couldn't tell it was a freeze at first because the music was still playing. Actually the loading screens seem to be the most prone to bugging.

These things aside, after getting used to the new moves, I will say this is indeed a fun game to play. Everything works. It's a bit closer to Smash Bros now than NASB was, what with strong attacks now being chargeable, and dodge rolling being introduced. Also the characters having a final smash type move that, thankfully solves a problem I have with Smash. Instead of just pressing the special button to use it, you have to hold the trigger button and hit the special button to use it, no more using it on accident because your meter fills the exact moment you were going to use a neutral special attack.

Also, the Adventure mode is no Subspace emmisary, it's kind of like a cross between Melee's Adventure mode and World of Light. There's also unique character interactions when you encounter NPCs your character is familiar with, they're not just sing stock voice clips this time. Though some of the characters aren't voiced by the same person, or their voice actor has aged, so GIR sings the Doom Song, but it's an octave deeper than i'm used to. I've only played one platforming level, but therhe were no enemies, but there are also levels where you are battling lowly enemies in waves. Lowly Jellyfish, Shredder;s Food Soldiers, the pirates that made the exploding pie, and some kind of flying inect robot among them so far, and there's bosses as well.

So, I'm sure this game is great, but if you have something more powerful than a Switch, buy it on that unless you need this game to be portable, and expect to have your heart broken by at least one of the character cuts.

#pocket plays #nickelodeon all star brawl 2

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the-gift-of-submission · 1 year

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Inside a Submissives Soul -

Dear Diary -

The plan to see him as normal over the weekend stayed in place, however, the week was fairly rough as there was no midweek meet due to changes we were both aware of. Unfortunately a disruption from the past came about and it has damaged my trust with him alittle. We had spoken already about this previously as he was checking in on things as he heard reports things weren't good which I understood. Now I had received an email from her about things which sent my head into a spiral. Purely done for her benefit, not for any other reason than to cause hurt and upset again. I didn't respond and I won't, I could say so much to her and I could vent about it but I don't want to, there is no point, but, if the time ever arises where I have to respond to her it will be to take legal action. I don't need that sort of toxicity in my life, I won't tolerate it. I don't know why it causes me such distress as other parts of his personal life don't have that impact on me, I guess it is something that was more personal in affecting directly me previously. He has been keen to tell me it is done, completely done. I am trusting what he tells me is true. I want us to be able to move on from this, to heal, to recover and to live the life we are planning for, to have our adventure in the exploration on the roads less travelled. To simply be.

Feeling vulnerable on his arrival, I get in the van, it has been fixed, all OK now but could have been much worse, much more expensive to fix. I'm thankful he hasn't had to deal with anything worse, it was bad enough already. He is visibly upset. We are immediately close, we hug holding onto one another tightly. We have to stop for some shopping, we are staying fairly local this weekend, I am to have a coil fitted as my implant has caused inconvenient issues for a year now so time to change things over. Anyway, we get to shopping, he is very upset on our way around the store. We get done and make it back to the van, I am sat on the passenger side seat and he is stood outside the open door. He comes in to me to hug me close and cries, I cry with him. We talk alittle, we are both hurting and I'm not sure what to say or what to ask him, I darent. All I know right now is he is vulnerable and I will hold his hand and hug him as much as he will let me.

Before we head off, he rummages around in the back for a moment and brings a box out, a fairly big box, he opens it and pulls out some roller boots, my eyes light up and I can't help but smile even when it brings up some questions in my head relating to issues I have to get past. We have talked about going rollerskating, he enjoys it as I do too, he and I both did it alot when we were young. Never got the chance to go ice-skating, it is on my 'bucket list' with dozens of other things. I can't wait to try them out!

We get to the canal and get settled, after we eat and tidy things away ready to leave for my appointment in the morning we get ourselves snuggled up in bed. Night time snuggles led to a serious spanking, then climaxes, the combination of the two sent me into subspace. I have upsets held in, I can feel it within my chest, the happy place in my subspace turns to a dark space, I begin to slip into slight Catharsis but I fight it and bring myself back from it. I know I will explode at some point. We fall into sleep, I have a rough night, bad dreams to the point I wake, he often has to help me through my sleep. He is a light sleeper, I often have disturbing dreams and he is there to help me calm when I became distressed although I am most of the time unaware as I am asleep.

On waking he is cuddling me from behind, he initiates play with teasing me between my legs. I climax on demand, I can feel his member stiffening against my peach, before long he removes his fingers and leans me forward, still on our sides, gets alittle lube and eases himself into my starfish. I love the slight discomfort at first only to feel myself relaxing and taking him into me, plums deep. I climax again and again with his permission, he releases his load into me too.

I attend my appointment, after all the paperwork, the nurse gets me prepped before the doctor comes in to do everything else.I can handle pain pretty well or so I tell myself but this is something else. Despite the numbing agent, it is so painful, way past ten on the one to ten scale, ten being the most painful. My god it sucked horribly. I honestly wanted to pass out. I had to lay for a while to gather myself before I could even sit up. Eventually I feel well enough to move, however, I am feel tender, who would think a tiny little piece of equipment, the smallest of procedures would cause such discomfort. I feel uncomfortable I my own skin as it is, now I am really uncomfortable.

We head up to lay some flowers for a relative of mine to place on her place of rest. A promise I have kept for her and myself. It is a birthday of her sibling so I am keeping the tradition that she had done for many years of buying some fresh flowers to remember them by. It's important I do this, I miss her immensely, grief is a terrible thing, I wouldn't wish it on anyone. I become so emotional everytime, I go back, reliving all the memories, good and bad, back to when she was here with me. Life feels so strange without her, I was truly blessed to have her as a big part of my life, she was my life. Placing the flowers, I am quiet, I am tearful, I tell her I miss her and I love her. Leaving her resting place until my next visit, I am glad he is here with me, he gives me the upmost support through such heartbreaking time. As we drive past the area on leaving, I blow her a kiss as I always do.

I am feeling quite poorly now, we head up to our favourite town to spend the night. On arrival we head out for food and a drink then spent the evening resting. We were close all evening, cuddles and kisses, lots of snuggling into the night. I had a rough night, physically unwell and mentally in a bad place too. I spiral into the morning... I started losing it, things from the past dragged into the now upsetting me, I feel inconsolable, my head hurts, I can't rationalise anything. I tap at my own face when I became to a point of crisis. I want to hurt myself, I want to tear my skin off, the pain I feel within me feels to great for me to control and I need to release it. He holds me, he gets firm with me, I want to push back, push away but I know he's right, he only wants to help, he will help.

I ask him to spank me, he sighs, he moves me to lay me down to begin. I resist almost immediately and tense myself head to toe, maybe I was wrong, maybe this isn't what I needed, maybe it's the wrong kind of pain I need to feel to release this demon in me. He tells me firmly, 'arms behind your back, it's my rules, you have no say, no choice or control over this when it happens'. Again he is right, I can stop this with the right word, the safety word but I don't need or want to use it. I relax myself as best as possible and allow my body to take it. It hurts but I need it to, I know I need this, I am sobbing on the inside but I am just there on the outside. I know he doesn't like doing this, he doesn't enjoy any of it, he does it so I don't attach myself, so I don't lose control of my inner self, the rage, the turmoil and despair, the hatred, the demons and the darkness they reside in. When he comes to a stop, he moves aside and he tells me I can come for a cuddle when I am ready and I do immediately. He is noticeably upset but u knew this too by the tone in his voice. I thank him. He tells me I need to make sure I ask him for this when I get into the state I do, I nod in response.

After a long rest, we get up to get freshened up and dressed. We head out for some fresh air and go for something to eat, we talk, smile and laugh, things feel good for us, clearer somehow. On our way back to the van, we nip into a shop for some bits I need and all of a sudden I feel like I'm going to pass out. I tell him I don't feel good at the checkout, getting out of the shop I tell him I need to sit down. We get across the road, I lean against a post with him holding me, it's right there behind my eyes, my legs are going from beneath me, I am trying to breath and not panic. I tell him I am ready to move again, to get back to the van but I need to do it in short bursts. We set off to move, around the corner I have to sit again, he asks if I need an ambulance, I tell him no. Another move abit further along and another sit down, he asks if I am enemic, I say not that I am aware of. He tells me I've gone white, well, pale, paler than usual.

Final move to the van, I yell myself to keep going. We get there, he holds me as he unlocks it and opens the door, he lifts me to sit me on the seat. Now I'm able to worry less about being in public, I feel myself I blur in and out, I feel so unwell. My fingers and toes are numb, there are still black rings in my eyes, the back of my neck feels warm and tingly, feel so out of it, I dont understand what's wrong. I don't know how long we were sat there, how long I was like this, he had buckled me into the seat so I didn't fall out of the van. Eventually I become more responsive, he has stayed with me the entire time. I keep getting a shooting pain in my head, no idea why. He suggests when I am able that I have a rest in bed for an hour or so. I am worried about the time I am due to go back again this evening, he tells me that doesn't matter, there is plenty of time.

He helps me to bed, gets me comfortable, I manage to have a sleep, when I wake I feel ok to begin with whilst laid down. I all of a sudden want to be sick and ask him for a bucket, he gets up and grabs the sink bowl. I wretch but nothing comes up. I am weak, tired, emotional, in pain and feel so poorly. He is by my side, staying close to me, he is with me through all of this, comforting me, supporting me. He helps me get up, get dressed and get sorted. I feel like a zombie, my body feels alien to me, I have pain and weakness everywhere. The ride home is a hard one for him. He is concerned and hates leaving me, he has said as much, not just this time, maybe this time alittle more so than usual, he has always said he hates leaving me. He gets me as close to the house as possible and helps me get sorted to get to the house. After getting through the next five days, we are having a week together. It's going to be nice to be able to spend more time together.

I am so grateful to have him in my life. All the pain, hurt and upset, all the turmoil and despair we each carry in ourselves, it is calmed in his presence, when it is chaos, he faces it with me. When we are sad, we a sad together, I feel him so deeply, his tears, his anguish, all the low he holds within him, I feel it. When we are happy, we are ontop of the world, the universe is our own, we are the centre of what we are, who we are, where we belong. I don't know much in the way of things but I do know that we belong together and I will work hard to make us a life we can be happy together in, I will do everything in my power for us to have happiness and fulfillment, comforts and delights, peace and serenity, all the positives you could ever dream of.

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yuta-nakamots · 3 years

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some kind of wonderful - l.mk

Pairing - Mark Lee x Female Reader

Genre - Fluff, Smut, Established Relationship!AU

Warnings - fireworks, making out, sub!Mark, dom!reader, oral (male and female receiving), use of a shirt as a blindfold, face sitting, unprotected sex, Mark has a slight praise kink, orgasm denial, creampie.

Summary - You had the pleasure of getting to ring in the New Year with Mark and it gave you the opportunity to try something new when giving pleasure to Mark.

Word Count - 2.9k

A/N - Happy Birthday To Mark Lee!! This is a deleted scene from my giant ass Mark fic, Everybody Talks. I took out this smut scene because I felt like everyone should be allowed to read Everybody Talks and so that I won’t be limiting the audience I can share my hard work to. Lyrics from the song used will be formatted like this.

Written for the Subspaced Collab hosted by @raibebe. Also part of the Hot Sauce Factory Event hosted by @neosmutcollective. Check out the masterlist here.

December, 2016. Now playing: Some Kind Of Wonderful by the Grand Funk Railroad, 1987.

“Will you do me the honor of being my New Year’s kiss?” Mark asked, oh so graciously.

“Of course I do. What else do you think I spent all of today daydreaming about?” You leaned in to kiss him but there was a sudden burst of color in the sky, making you jump backwards.

Mark reacted in the same manner, equally as startled. He glanced down at his watch, “wow, I didn’t even realize how much time had gone by already. It’s 11:55, I guess they’re starting now.” You gave him a quick kiss on his cheek to make up for the one that was interrupted by that first firework now that there was a steady stream of them being set off.

The two of you continued watching the explosive display, commenting on cool shapes or patterns that came up until finally the show reached its finale as the New Year became mere seconds away. You could hear the crowds below you counting down from ‘ten’ and there was a firework that exploded every second, leading up to ‘one’.

On that last number, Mark gently put a hand on your jaw, turning your head to face him. Your eyes fluttered shut as you saw him leaning in and felt his warm lips on yours. It didn’t last very long though, you felt his lips curl into a smile before he broke away, a slight tinge of pink on his cheeks. “Sorry, that was kinda cheesy.”

“I liked it though,” you reassured him, “we should do it again.” This time, you leaned in, turning him to face you before your lips met his. He put an arm around your waist protectively, pulling you even closer to him and deepening the kiss.

After what feels like minutes, you broke away from the kiss, both you and Mark nearly desperate for air. “I- fuck, I love you,” Mark said between heavy breaths.

“I love you too,” you breathed out.

“Do you want to head home?”

“Please.”

She's some kind of wonderful.

The entire ride back to Mark’s apartment, you spent it teasing him and riling him up in any way you could think of from running your hand up his thigh, nearly brushing against his growing erection, or sneaking a hand into his shirt. He never took his eyes off the road once though, resorting to shifting around in his seat or taking a hand off the wheel to deal with your advances.

When he finally got the front door unlocked, he practically yanked you in and haphazardly turned on the lights, not wanting to wait a moment longer. “Wait,” you commanded, pushing him against the wall once the door was closed, “since it’s a new year, how about we try something different. Are you okay with that?”

“W-what exactly would that be?” He asked, breathless as you left searing kisses down his neck.

“You’ve always been in control,” grabbing onto his waist, you held him in place, “why not switch things up a bit? Let me lead for once.”

Mark looked at you, his eyes sparkling in the light. “Promise that you’ll take care of me?”

“I promise.” He let you drag him off to the bedroom with a cocky smirk on your face. He was about to get his world rocked.

You sat him at the edge of his bed, straddling his lap before pulling him in for a kiss. He was slightly more withdrawn than usual so you rested your arms on his large shoulders, closing that gap between your chests, wanting him to feel comfortable under your lead. Mark melted into your touch easily as you put a hand on his jaw, keeping him from moving away.

The next time he opened his eyes, his normally bright and round eyes stared back at you, darker and hooded, waiting for you to direct him. “Shirt,” was all you said and immediately he removed it, pulling it off the top of his head causing his hair to become a fluffy mess. You ran your hands through it, combing it out, knowing how much it relaxed him when you did so.

He wrapped an arm around you, wanting to keep you close but he wasn’t in control tonight, you were. You pulled away from him and slid off his lap. “Pants off,” you told him and he stood to take his jeans off while you removed your top, leaving you only half naked compared to him in only his underwear now.

You nodded over to the bed, telling him to get back on it and he excitedly jumped, landing on his back in the center of it. Climbing on top of him, you placed your core directly over his bulge, rubbing back and forth on it as Mark shivered from the feeling of your warmth again where he wanted your touch the most. His hands came up to hold onto your hips but you grabbed his wrists and gently lowered them onto the sheets. ��What we’re not going to do tonight, is that, my love,” you stated, “don’t touch me unless I allow you to. Got it?” He nodded, his eyes wide in expectation for your next move.

Scooting backwards until you were between his knees, you slowly pulled the band of his underwear down and licked at his tip once it was exposed. He let out a quiet moan when you started leaving light licks down the body of his member. When you took the base of it into your hands and inserted the head of his length into your mouth, his fists balled at his sides, fighting his urge to grab onto you.

It was cute, the way he was trying to restrain himself but he wouldn’t last long if you continued like this seeing as he was already struggling this much when he wasn’t even inside you yet. You bobbed your head a couple of times, taking him as deep as you could and using your hands to pump what didn’t fit into your mouth. When he let out a louder groan, that’s when you knew to stop. He was staring down at you with his weight on his elbows and eyes on your lips.

Mark’s body relaxed when you leaned back, no longer fighting against himself though frustrated from the faintest bit of his orgasm and not quite letting it build just yet. You didn’t like how his eyes followed you no matter what you did. “Mark, hand me your shirt,” you were about to fix that problem. He sat up and grabbed it from the edge of the bed, handing it over to you but you stopped him from lying down, “stay.”

You tied his shirt around his eyes, making sure to pull the fabric down low enough so that he couldn’t see through any gaps. “Is this okay?” You asked, wanting to check that it wasn’t too tight or it wasn’t uncomfortable. He nodded, fidgeting around with his hands and you felt his member twitch under you.

With a confident grin, you placed a hand on his broad chest and pushed him down onto the bed. You left a brief kiss on his lips but didn’t stay long enough for him to fully reciprocate it but that was fine, he could kiss something else instead. You got off the bed, quickly taking off your bottoms before coming back to him, though this time you put your knees on both sides of his head, gently placing your weight on his shoulders.

“Baby,” you cooed, “I want you to taste me, see how wet I am for you.”

Mark’s breath hitched in his lungs. “Can I touch you?”

“Touch me where?” You teased, “show me.”

When I hold her in my arms.

One of his hands wrapped around your thigh, pulling you closer to his mouth, the other one coming to rest on your lower stomach, his fingers splaying out on your skin. You figured this much was okay since ultimately it was your turn to receive. “Go ahead.”

Mark dove right in, already knowing what you like from having eaten you out before. The only thing different was instead of you lying down or sitting, it was now him who was on his back, powerless to your wishes. He began lapping at your folds, gradually going deeper and taking bigger breaths of air so he could pleasure you more.

You let out a shaky sigh as you felt him starting to reach deeper inside you with his tongue, his actions making your body start to heat up. He was doing so well that you decided to reach behind you and use a hand to pump what you could reach of his burning erection. He was still hard and warm even without you touching him. Maybe he liked this more than you thought.

He nearly jolted in shock when your hand came into contact with his firm member though he quickly relaxed as you wrapped your fingers around it and began to give him the smallest bits of relief. It took almost all of his remaining focus in order to not buck his hips up into your hand, seeking out more of you and the pleasure you were delivering to him.

Mark pushed you closer and closer towards the edge of your orgasm and as much as you wanted to continue sitting on his face and let him make you cum that way, you knew that he must have been aching for you from the way his hips were pushing down into the bed so that you wouldn’t get angry at him for thrusting into your grip. If you had known how sweet he would be like this, you would’ve done it sooner, but at least you knew now that Mark Lee was absolutely weak when left to your control.

You sat up onto your knees, separating your lower lips from Mark and his devilish tongue. “Was I doing good,” he asked with a small voice.

“So so good,” you answer while moving to position yourself above his length. It was hot and hard in your palm when you picked it up to align with your soaking entrance. Nothing could have compared to the bliss you felt as you sunk down onto him, except maybe an orgasm or two, but at that very moment, all that you could think of was the way he was stretching you open and filling you up.

Both of you moaned almost in harmony as you finally sat down onto his hips, taking him fully inside of you. Mark started to impatiently shift around under you, not yet grinding into you, but moving enough to get enough pleasure out of his motions. This definitely would not fly and you had a plan for how to deal with that later. For now, you answered his silent pleas and began bouncing in his lap, rising the slightest bit off of him before falling back down.

Maybe it was because of how long you were drawing this out, but you could’ve sworn Mark felt larger than usual. You didn’t question it though because he felt even better like this whenever you came back down, covering his entire length within your walls. Placing your hands on his chest, you used him as leverage to push your hips up higher and faster, wanting to bring him as close to the edge as possible.

It seemed to be working from the way his breaths became shallower and he began thrusting up into you, meeting you halfway. “Are you getting close, baby?” He nodded as he whined, desperate for his release. “Hold on a little longer, you’re doing so well.” You felt him twitch inside of you following your praise. “You feel so good inside of me, I love your cock.” Again, you felt his member throb though this time his abs and jaw clenched. “Do you want to cum?”

“Yes,” he breathed, “want to cum.”

“Well you don’t get to.” You rose up onto your knees, his length slipping out of you and landing onto his pelvis with a solid slap.

“No!” He whined, hips bucking up into the air, searching for you. His hands were dug deep into the sheets, not wanting to risk getting his orgasm taken away entirely.

Putting a hand onto his hip, you pushed him back down. “It’s okay, I’m still right here.” You realigned his slick member with your core, sliding it back in with ease. This was going to be hard, not just for Mark but for you as well. Whenever you wanted to punish him, it was also punishment for yourself. “Be a good boy and fuck me until I cum.”

He didn’t question anything and simply did as told, placing his feet firmly down on the mattress and starting to thrust up into you. He was kept pushing into you with so much force that you had to, again, place your hands onto his chest for support. You saw one of his hands writhing around, wanting to touch you but not having permission so you placed your hand into his, weaving your fingers with his and placing it next to his head.

You know she sets my soul on fire.

This little action seemed to spur him on even more as he sped up, bringing both of you near the precipice of your release. Mark’s other hand came up to hold your waist and keep you steady, but this was not something you had allowed him to do. Even though you wanted your orgasm, you were going to stick with the role you had established tonight.

Leaning forward once more, his cock fell out from your warmth and Mark groaned in frustration, plopping back down onto the bed. “I want to cum,” he forcefully whined, “I want to cum so badly.”

“You’ll cum when I tell you to,” you gritted into his ear, “no sooner, no later.” You kissed his cheek to let him know that he was doing an amazing job before picking up his throbbing length for what you hoped to be the last time. Putting your hands onto his knees, you started bouncing in his lap, solely chasing after your orgasm.

Just the sheer feeling of him fitting inside you so well brought you closer to it but this alone was not going to allow you to finish. “Fuck me,” you told him, falling onto your forearms placed on both sides of his head. Mark thrusted into you with even more power than before, reaching the end of his patience and energy.

With him so close to you, you could hear the little noises he made, the shy whines and cries as he got closer and closer to cumming. The new angle allowed him to reach spots that he couldn’t before and it sent you rocketing towards your end. “You fuck me so good Mark, shit, I love you.”

“I. Love. You. Too.” He replied between thrusts.

Your orgasm hit you without warning and everything went white as you felt yourself convulsing on top of him. Your walls continued to clench onto his length inside of you, making Mark a mess beneath you. “Can I cum? Can I please cum? Please let me cum.”

You were still reeling from your own release, not fully having regained your senses, but you had enough strength to tell him, “cum.” The single word allowed him to finally let himself go, shooting his cum inside of you, painting your walls with white. He moaned out your name, his hands gripping the sheets, his hair, the pillows, until you took his hands in yours, granting him the permission to touch you.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned out, continuing to rut into you as if wanting to push his cum deeper and milk himself of everything he had. It wasn’t until he was finally growing soft and sensitive that he pulled out with a shaky breath, sighing with relief as his body started to relax.

One of your hands let go of his, gently undoing the shirt covering his eyes. “You did so well, my love.”

“Thank you,” he mumbled shyly as you removed his blindfold.

You smiled to yourself, “did that feel good?”

He nodded, “yeah. Maybe we should do this more often.”

“Do you want to?” You were shocked, not expecting him to like it this much.

“Please. It was nice to be led around and be told what to do,” he admitted, putting his arms around your shoulders.

You ruffled his hair as you sat up, “you’re so cute, you know that?”

“I’m not cute,” he huffed, “but really, I mean it when I say that I liked it.”

Oh, when my baby kisses me, my heart becomes filled with desire.

“Aren’t you glad that we tried this?” You pulled him to sit up so you could continue holding him close to you.

“Best way I’ve ever started the year,” he chuckled, gratefully kissing your lips.

“Happy New Year, Mark,” you whispered, “here’s to another year of us together.”

“Here’s to another year.”

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hotdamnhunnam · 3 years

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Take All That Anger Out on Me

A/N: Here’s the first requested fic from the ‘Super Kinky’ list for my Dirty Little Secret series!!! (I’ll be alternating these super kinky fics with the ‘Somewhat Filthy’ fics.) **Please note the warnings: This fic is all about the kinks, please do not read if this is not your thing!!**

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, intense degradation, Jax is raging and seriously roughs you up ‘cause you beg him to let all his anger out (slaps your face, spits on your face and in your mouth) Request: Request from @rayslittlekitten (in comments under this post) + anon request

Word Count: ~2k

Note: As explained in this post, this ‘Dirty Little Secret’ series consists of fics that I had originally written for another character/celebrity, which I’m repurposing for characters of Charlie! So if the characterization ever seems a little off, please don’t judge me too harshly 🙂

**Please note warnings above**

Triggering content after ‘Keep reading’ cut…

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It's past 2 A.M. when he finally gets home, storming into the living room, the front door swinging loud and hard behind him as he slams it closed.

You jump up off the couch immediately, tingling as you sense the red hot rage that's radiating from his body, from that drop-dead gorgeous head down to his toes. It fills you with the urge to rip off all his fucking clothes. Worship the sculpted muscles underneath his shirt and kutte... just eat him up... But you're not sure if Jax is in the mood to use you as his slut, right now when he is clearly furious about whatever happened on today's job. So you try to keep your mouth closed. Stay composed.

But then he heads into the kitchen, and you can't resist the urge to ask a question, as you follow. "How'd it go...?"

"Don't ask," Jax grumbles in a low rasp, as he tosses his gun down onto the table, moving toward the fridge to grab himself a beer. He doesn't even bother looking back at you at all, let alone stop to say hello. Just moves across the room like you're not even here. "You don't wanna know."

Some twisted part of you loves it when he gets so rude. He’s in one of those moods, and it shows, and the one thing you do know... is just how the rest of the night's gonna go.

You don't wanna know, he had said. You protest, knowing that will provoke him best, bring all that smoldering rage to the surface and make him go mad.

And you want that. So bad.

He says it again, like he's reading the thoughts in your head. "Trust me, Y/N, you don't wanna fucking know."

"I do, though—"

"I said don't," your man repeats, casting a glance in your direction, for a split second, piercing blue glare burning your skin off with the heat. And then he turns his back to you again, muttering something as he grabs the drink he needs. You're not sure if he wanted you to hear it. But you did. "Stupid bitch."

... Well, shit. Those degrading words off of his lips just made your pussy twitch. You squirm and cross your arms over your tits, nipples suddenly stiff, through the thin cloth of your pajama top. His back is toward you at the moment so he doesn't really notice. You pretend to just be miffed, although the truth is that you’re thirsty for this man to fuck you up. "Okay, somebody's got his boxers in a twist..."

Jax takes a deep swig of his drink. Then sets it down, and slowly turns around. "You shut your mouth," he growls out loud, the dark edge in his tone depriving you of all ability to think.

A sheen of liquor glistens on his lower lip; he flicks his tongue out, takes a lick and then bites down hard on the soft pink flesh. Surveys the skimpy PJs you’ve got on, the lacy fabric of the bottoms, hanging low upon your hips... his gaze descends down to your crotch before sliding across your chest... Then up your neck to linger on your mouth and make you melt, as if he knows you're desperate to use that dirty mouth to just untwist his boxers yourself.

And damn are they in a tight twist. He talks down at you in a mean, menacing hiss. "Thought you'd know better than to get sassy like this when I'm already fucking pissed."

Every word he utters, in that husky voice of his, gets you all hot and bothered, hits you like a goddamn bomb exploding on your clit. Taking a few steps toward this sex god motherfucker, you uncross your arms and set your hands upon your hips. At this point all your dignity has been eclipsed, desire coming through, and you don't care if he can see your tits—you don't doubt it. In fact you want him to, if this suggestive shift in energy is signaling that he might want to do something about it.

So you respond accordingly: with a provocative reply to make it clear that you are quite painfully horny. "Well, I guess I don't know shit. I'm just a stupid little bitch."

At that, a shadow of a smirk flickers across his luscious lips. "Oh, now you're asking for it..."

"Begging. Please," you answer, wet with need, unable to hold back the nasty slut inside of you that has to be released. Undoubtedly. "Take all that anger out on me."

Towering over you so tall and powerful, so big and strong and beautiful, those eyes so blue and hair so blonde... he bites his tongue and pauses just a fraction of a second. Ocean eyes exploring yours, to make sure that you know just what you're in for. That it's what you really want. That you're ready and eager for whatever rough and dirty sex Jax Teller has in store.

And of course you fucking are. Without wasting a second more, he lunges forward, like an animal pinning you to the floor—the kitchen table, let alone the bed or any better surface that may be available, is way too fucking far—hovering over you on all fours, groaning in sadistic pleasure as you happily surrender to his force, grinding his hips hard into yours, until you're moaning like a whore.

"This what you wanted, bitch?" he devilishly teases, razor edges of his teeth grazing your trembling bottom lip as he gets off on just how bad you fucking need this. Scratching your every last itch. His ruthless hands tear off your flimsy top, groping and pawing at your tits. "Yeah, 'course it is. You kinky little piece of shit."

"F-fuck...!" you scream, turned on beyond belief. His brutal dominance is everything you’ve ever dreamed; the filthy whore inside you instantly reacts, as he attacks. "Fuck, Jax..."

"Told you to shut your goddamn mouth," he grunts, one hand reaching to rip right through your panties so that he can plunge two fingers deep inside your dripping cunt, pumping violently in and out. As his thumb flicks against your slick sensitive clit, he clamps his other hand across your gasping lips, your skin on fire beneath his fingertips. "So keep it shut. You filthy fucking slut."

Oh God, oh Goddd, he is so motherfucking hot. By now you are incapable of any other thought. The palm of his strong, calloused hand is so big that he easily smothers your whole snout and stifles your breathing. And you love the feeling, the heaven of staring up into his blazing blue gaze as he cuts off your airways, of sinking straight into the ultimate subspace... your mind is so blown you've forgotten your own fucking name.

Yet still you know you will remember his, always. Your world revolves around Jax Teller... you live only for his pleasure, now and forever, all day every day... you truly love it when he treats you like a worthless piece of shit. You have no shame.

Despite your consciousness being shattered to bits, somehow you're nonetheless aware that you just came.

"Ugh, look at you," he snarls, pulling his soaked fingers out of your pulsating slit, sticking them in your mouth to make you taste yourself just as he loves to do. Your juices have gushed out all over the floor, and his hands, and his pants, and the whole goddamn world. "Such a dirty girl. Squirting all over my kutte. Did I say you could cum, you dumb slut?"

No, he most definitely did not...

"You're disgusting," he snaps, pulling his hand off of your mouth at last, only to deal your cheek a sudden savage slap. Your inner slut is blissfully combusting. You're so weak and he's so strong. And then he holds your breathless mouth wide open with his thumbs... hocks up a thick wet wad of spit, and puckers up his slick pink lips, to shoot it straight onto your tongue. "Good-for-nothing scum."

By now you're so turned on that you've gone numb.

Jax spits on you again, and again, down your throat and all over your forehead and chin, humiliating you with laughter as he smacks your cheeks repeatedly and rubs his palm across your face to spread his spit around till every inch is fucking glazed. Sending you deeper into subspace.

Your pussy convulses in shameless disgrace, clenching tight around nothing, set to come undone again just from the sheer power of his fucking perfection. From the friction of his raging hard erection, through his jeans against your bare skin, the sensation of pure sin, his rough hands and ravenous mouth dominating and degrading you in all possible ways.

"You like being my dirty little punching bag?" he taunts, as if he has to ask; it's obviously everything you want. To be a damn fucktoy for Jax. He swiftly flips you over then, all of a sudden, to begin smacking your ass. "You want this big fat dick deep in your cunt? Mmm, know you do, slut. Gonna have to beg for that."

You try to beg, instinctively spreading your legs, desperate for fifty shades of filthy sex, as you sprawl out for him facedown upon the ground. And yet given the state you're in right now, somehow. you can't manage a sound.

He spanks your ass raw, as you squirm and struggle from beneath, gritting your teeth, striving to speak, wasted and weak, gaping your mouth so wide you'll probably break your fucking jaw. Still not a word comes out—nothing but choked whimpers and gasps for air, as his dominant fingers grab a fistful of your hair, lifting your head and tilting it toward him just to spit in your mouth, yet again and then slamming your head right back down. God, you love how he's letting his inner beast out and just going to town.

You quiver in bliss as you grovel in a puddle of his spit, the floor tiles pressed against your tits, high on the way he beats you like a low-down piece of shit. It's all you are to him at times like this. Overcome with arousal and unable to control yourself at all, your pussy aching as it drips, you start cumming again at the next words off of his lips. "You're such a stupid... fucking... bitch."

You squirt even harder this time around. Feels like you've drowned.

Jax deals your ass a final stinging spank, then twines his fingers in your messy hair again, forcing your head up off the ground with an aggressive yank. "Dumb fucking skank. See, I was gonna fuck that cunt tonight—stuff you full of this big dick until I cum inside, then fuck your throat and let you drink it all up—every goddamn drop, you dirty little slut... but you know what? You don't deserve it. Not when you've been such a pathetic piece of shit."

He blesses you with one more smack across the face, and one more shot of his sweet spit, laughing as you soak in the feel and the taste of such total disgrace.

Ughh, he is so fucking hot... he's an actual sex god... you think, as he throws you back down to the ground, letting you drown, lost in the pure filth of your perfectly satisfied kinks.

"So now you know what happens when I'm fucking pissed," Jax says, gloating at how you groan in bliss, letting your loving gaze worship his flawless face. "Next time you disobey, and piss me off like that, I'm gonna take out all my anger even harder on your sorry ass and make it hurt real bad. You got that, bitch?"

Oh God, fuck, yes. He's such a savage. To be honest, you just hope that is a promise...

And from the way he's smirking down at you like this, dirty and devilish—giving off such a dangerous dominance that's so fucking delicious—set to satisfy your deepest darkest wishes... you can tell that it most definitely is.

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... Sooo that was super filthy and I know Jax is an absolute asshole in this lol but I hope there are some kinky bitches who enjoyed it, and would love to hear if you did!! 😅❤️

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vermillionbones · 3 years

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I'd love to hear more of your Phobditor HCs!!

ohoho thank you for enabling me anon i am going to kiss you directly on the mouth /pl

also slight warning for spoilers to the new(??) ending of project nexus!! i don't talk explicitly about what happens in general, but the stuff involving phobos is mentioned in the very first hc so for those of you who don't wanna be spoiled you can just skip that one lol. grab sum popcorn lads this one's a long one snbcnkcnvmv

Phobditor HCs!!

rbs very much appreciated 👉👈

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so i hc that phobos didn't actually get banished at the end of MPN, but he did get his ass handed to him to the point where he was so injured and drained of energy that he couldn't use most of his abilities. he went into hiding for a while and eventually found the AAHW, which he proceeded to join since he didn't really have anywhere else to go. after he'd healed and returned to his full strengh the auditor recognised how potentially useful he could be as a second in command, but ofc he'd have to earn her trust first. normally i don't try to make things make sense like this but since the auditor isn't actually in MPN i thought i'd at least try lmao

the auditor: ruthless girlboss by day, feral spouse-adjacent shithead by night

phobos is basically the same but instead he's manipulate mansplain by day and malewife manwhore by night /hj

before they got closer they'd never really physically interacted w/ each other, so phobos kind of assumed the auditor would be at least slightly painful to touch [cuz yknow. she's made of fire lmao]. plus he'd witnessed her setting things and people on fire with her bare hands before and he'd rather not get turned into a walking bonfire, thanks. the closest she'd ever been to touching him previously was like flicking the antenna on his helmet to piss him off

but like way, WAY later he finds out that audi can actually manipulate the temperature of their flames to an extent, so when they touch his hand for the first time he's really surprised when they're just like. pleasantly warm. kinda like the fuzziness you feel after you drink something hot but on the outside of your body

however this has also resulted in phobos using her as a mobile safety blanket lmao. sometimes if it gets too cold in the office he'll wander up to her and bug her until she folds a wing around him and tucks his head under her chin

when he's being a shithead sometimes she'll just pick him up by the back of his jacket and drag him off like a disobedient kitten lmao

They don't really have a super crazy height difference normally [i hc that audi is around 6'3 and phobos is 5'10 if he's not slouching] but sometimes she just morphs herself to have a several-foot height advantage just to fuck with him. like she'll appear in his office as this 9-foot-tall behemoth and he'll just be like "?? excuse me?? ma'am?? you can't do this to me???"

before he got to know her better, phobos had no idea the auditor preferred she/they pronouns over they/it like the agents around him seemed to think. he never made a big deal out of it and never explicitly brought it up, but he remembers to switch it up for her every now and then. plus whenever audi overhears him doing that she gets all fuzzy inside sfbfnckvj

phobos really likes her wings. he actually might be a little jealous of them, but he'd never tell her that sfvngk

ever since audi found out about this, they tend to subtly unfurl them and use them to gesticulate more when he's around. occasionally she'll use the claws at the peaks of her wings on touchscreens in place of a finger n stuff. she's also [gently] swatted him upside the head with a wing a few times when he was being a dickhead, but it doesn't really hurt him lol

she also lets him pet them when they're not busy. contrary to what he'd assumed, it doesn't actually feel like a whole lot to her - she's described the feeling as something similar to how it feels to have someone tracing their fingers along the back of your hand

phobos stims sometimes!! he has a bad habit of masking while he's working since a few of them are vocal and he doesn't want to distract anyone, but if he's just hanging out with audi he's totally chill. one of his more common ones is when he thinks out loud, either quietly narrating his current train of thought or saying unrelated words - usually confirmations like 'yeah' or 'mhm' - out loud cuz he thinks they're fun to say. occasionally he'll start humming low in his throat kinda like a microwave cuz he likes how his voice feels in his chest

also when he's standing idle sometimes he holds his arms closer to his chest and fidget with them

the auditor doesn't stim, but to people who know them well their wings are like big signs that can wordlessly describe how they're feeling [which is like my favourite thing to write cos wing emoting is really fun skdjbknk]. occasionally they might subtly flutter their wings when they're very pleased or receive good news, or flare them out when they're irritated/stressed

i always forget that phobos is actually like super powerful in canon so i hc that audi does too lmao. like it always slips her mind that he can teleport too so she'll dramatically disappear after telling him off for doing some dumb shit and fuckin scream when he somehow appears in the same room as her less than a second later

phobos has a red and black lava lamp in his office!! he'd never admit it but he got it cuz it reminds him of audi :]

phobos loves watching audi in combat for some reason. i mean he already likes watching them do stuff so he can backseat drive, but he's also quietly admitted that her fighting style is interesting to watch

he can't really put it into words, but it's because the way they fight looks incredibly effortless and fluid, mainly due to them having so much time to adapt to and understand their powers [both their original powers and the ones granted by the halo]. when phobos' own abilities started to surface he was incredibly unstable and struggled to properly harness them for months, so he thinks it's nice to watch someone who actually knows what they're doing for once.

much to the auditor's surprise, phobos is actually a bit insecure behind all that confudence, particularly about scars. after being close to her for a while, phobos came out of his shell a bit and explained how he managed to grant himself his powers/abilities, which is something i'll absolutely go further in depth with later [via a longer hc that i'm gonna post eventually lol] but to summarise he basically infused himself with raw madness in what he's eloquently dubbed 'the incident'. Of course, doing that to himself didn't come without consequence, and he's permanently scored with a variation of lightning & burn scars on his forearms, thighs, and most of his torso.

for the longest time, the most casual thing he'd wear even around just her was the long-sleeved sweater he wore underneath his trench coat, and he refused to change even if he was literally overheating. though eventually after he told her about what happened he felt way more comfortable and now whenever they're in their shared room audi practically has to throw a shirt at him to get him to wear one sbkcjcnk

the auditor has a sort of subspace/pocket dimension where they can store different items and recall them at will. normally it's pretty empty, but ever since she grew to like phobos she's started keeping miscellaneous things in there for him. sometimes she pulls out a drink or snack that he likes, sometimes she pulls out a little water gun with phobos' name scrawled on it and shoots him with it when he's being a shithead

they are both,, SO fucking touch-starved. like they will not let go of each other [at least if they're not currently in the middle of something or around agency employees] cuz internally they're both just going "wow!!! that's a hand i'm holding!!!!! there's a hand holding my hand!!!! wow!!!!!! i love this!!!!!"

having one eye isn't exactly the best thing for depth perception, especially when you're really tired, so sometimes audi has to hold phobos' hand and guide him around in the mornings because he can [and has] walked into walls and counters

even since before they became a thing, phobos had been a little envious of the auditor's halo and the powers it granted her. he used to subtly try to yoink it from her, maliciously at first but far more playfully later, where he'd like lightly grab it and give it a gentle spin above her head like a mobile. but his infatuation with the halo kinda died after she decided to let him borrow/try it out once by allowing him to link with it

by linking i essentially mean like wearing it, but the halo is so powerful that you can't just 'wear' it without letting it bond with a part of you

long story short, he went into it with far too much overconfidence & cockiness and the halo violently rejected him, kind of like how it rejected the auditor once. he wasn't at all prepared for the sheer amount of power that surged through him the moment it started to link with him, so it essentially short-circuited his brain and knocked him unconscious for the better part of a week. when he woke again, the auditor told him he was lucky his head didn't explode and calmly suggested they never tried that again, and he felt inclined to agree.

of course, he still toys with the halo while the auditor's properly linked with it since he knows it can't link to more than one host at a time. and despite his seeming ease and "it's in the past" sort of mentality about the whole event, if someone mentions the concept of him actually taking the halo and linking with it again, he'll shudder and shake his head, saying it's not his place to do so.

the auditor has no doubt it delivered a pretty harsh blow to his ego [being rejected by the thing that would make him a god would prolly do that], but knows he's too prideful to admit that.

audi likes listening to phobos when he goes off on super long monologues, especially if they're like those super cheesy villain monologues. like he could literally be talking about anything and she'll sit there to hear him out, especially if it's less related to work and more about himself

the auditor is super deliberate in the way they pronounce things and they tend to casually drawl their words out to further cement their cool, unbothered boss persona. however the way she talks doesn't really intimidate phobos anymore since he's also been next to her right after she's been woken up, when she's mumbling quietly & slurring some of her words together. he knows the big scary boss side of the auditor is just a persona used for everyone but him, so he feels a lot more at ease with them even when they're trying to be scary

even after being together for a while, phobos still has no fucking idea what the auditor is made of. like he's admitted to her that he's genuinely clueless, and if she lets him he'll spend like 99% of their downtime quietly interacting with her flames [read: curling his fingers through them and petting them] while he muses about his hypotheses for how stuff like her liquidy-shadow form works. they were a little suspicious of his motives at first, but after they relaxed they realised he was just genuinely curious and willing to share his concepts to see if he was right

they have like. the smoothest banter anyone at the agency has seen. like it's super cheesy back-and-forth stuff that wouldn't sound out of place in an 80s sitcom, but it just kinda flows out when they're both comfortable. and ofc they'd deny it if anyone mentioned it but they literally banter like an old married couple lmAO

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#madness combat #madness auditor #madness phobos #phobditor #this ended up being way longer than i anticipated but writing this was the most fun i've had in months /gen #oh and sorry if the formatting is a little fucky lmao #i tried to keep related hcs closer together while setting different ones apart if that makes sense??#gfnsbkjck i had to refrain myself from writing more about certain hcs like audi's wing emoting or phobos fucking up his link with the halo #if anyone wants me to elaborate on those i won't shut up about them ever LMAO #still tysm anon this was very very fun /gen #gel.txt

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strutitout · 3 years

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LARRY FIC REC - recently read

1. I don't want a taste (I want it all) [3K] by thedaggerrose (blessedfetish)

What Louis really needed was a fat fucking nap.

What Louis got instead was some hipster-looking wannabe arguing with him over the validity of avocado toast.

Or the AU where Harry tells Louis to go fuck himself, Louis tells Harry to fuck him himself, and Harry follows through.

✨ Cute and hot + they bantering over avocado tost.

2. Right Side of the Wrong Bed [10K] by eyesofshinigami

There, standing in a pair of ridiculously tiny briefs and wielding a frying pan in one hand, is quite possibly the prettiest boy he's ever seen. Louis scrubs a hand across his face. "I'm in the wrong goddamn flat, aren't I?"

Or, the one where Louis wakes up on the wrong couch only to meet his future husband (even if Harry doesn't know it yet).

✨ This was not the first and won’t be the last time I read this fic. It’s super fun, hot, and even though it’s “just” 10K, their connection is really well-built.

3. When Least Expected [22K] by Rearviewdreamer

Drowning in a sea of emails and Zoom meetings in the living room, his lonely son falling more and more behind in his kitchen classroom, and crushing weight of the world being on house arrest for the foreseeable future, one fateful online interaction suddenly has everything looking up.

✨Louis’ kid is having a hard time trying to adjust to the new reality brought by COVID, until he starts having music classes with music teacher Harry, and things start looking up for both father and son. Very sweet fic and really interesting to see them falling on love over this hard times.

4. Naked Attraction #2 [29K] by reader_chic_2

“By the way, I checked you out quite a lot before your tube was raised.”

Harry smiled lustrously, “Yeah? More than Leonard? He might have been crazy, but he was sort of cute.”

Louis raised an eyebrow. “Maybe to you, Styles, but I don’t enjoy dominating in the bedroom.”

“Is that so?” Harry licked his lips. “Funnily enough, I do.”

Louis felt like his heart was going to explode out of his chest. “I’m not sure if someone as adorable as you could dish out commands.”

Harry laughed brightly, and in a second flat his hand reached out and gripped his hip so hard it made Louis gasp. His eyes darkened, boring into Louis’ with a burning intensity. “And I’m not sure someone as mouthy as you could take my commands. Want to test it out?”

. . .

Louis Tomlinson is the first openly gay football player in the Premier football League. He was outed by the paps, but he’s had to embrace it since then. To show he doesn’t have shame in it, he goes onto Naked Attraction, and all the money will go to LGBTQ+ support, but he has made some changes to the show. Incidentally, he meets a certain Harry Styles there, and that is when things get interesting...

✨ This was really really fun, loved their dynamic and found it a very original story. Fluff, fun and smut.

✨ Additional tags: Spanking. Subspace.

5. Hold Me Closer [36K] by balanceds

Louis Tomlinson is one of the most promising dancers of the English National Ballet, on track to become the youngest principal dancer in the company's history. That is, until forces conspire to significantly complicate his life, including: a surprise ballet, an unfairly attractive guest choreographer, and being pushed into a rivalry with his best mate. Featuring lots of wine, dancing, pining, and a happy ending.

✨ I’m not an expert but from the comments it seems the writter nailed the “dancing world” characterization (even though you don’t have to know anything about it to enjoy it). There’s some good banter and friendship; hot smut; lots of pining and not that much angst.

6. Whisper The Wind [36K] by jacaranda_bloom

Louis’ father has political ambitions and decides it’s time for Louis to step up as the company’s Chief Financial Officer. Louis thinks this is a monumentally stupid idea. After storming off in a rage he has a chance meeting with a tall, dark, curly haired stranger. A technical glitch with their shared elevator finds Louis spending twenty minutes with the most intriguing man he’s ever met. Unfortunately the man is leaving London the very next day and moving to Australia to work at his mates surf school. Timing, as they say, can fuck right off.

Fast forward three years and Louis is miserable, a shadow of the man he once was, working in his father’s company, and hating every moment. At his thirtieth birthday party, surrounded by people he doesn’t know or doesn’t like, he decides to throw it all in and follow the impossible dream. Happiness, a fulfilling life, and someone to love. The question is, will that dream be found ten thousand miles away on a sandy beach, with a curly headed surfer dude?

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Or the one where Louis rides an elevator that may change his life forever, Harry loves the ocean but is a terrible surfer, Liam proves not all heroes wear capes, and Niall might actually have all the answers.

✨ No angst, this is 36K of pure fluff and hot smut (read tags). They fall in love almost immediately, so they are already together most of the story.

7. King of wishful thinking [38K] by Star_Henderson

“Don't umm don't get on the bus, come inside.” Louis blurted the words out, speaking quickly.

Harry looked startled.

“Just. Look I don't know if I want..” Louis scrubbed his face with his hand. “I'll pay for your time. Just come in.”

Harry stepped away from the bus stop and the bus sailed straight past.

“What's umm what do you guys make these days?”

Harry shuffled his feet. “Depends. Like two hundred an hour.”

Louis hummed. “Reasonable.” He gestured towards the hotel. “Come up for a drink or some room service or something.”

Harry scraped the toe of his already scuffed boots on the floor. “You don't have to do this, I feel like… like you're a nice person who feels bad but it's fine. I get it. You don't have to make it up to me.”

Louis stared at Harry. It'd been so long since he'd even spoken to a guy let alone hung out with one. He'd enjoyed the banter and the flirting.

“Come up.” Louis’ voice was soft.

Harry’s face bloomed into a smile. “Ok.”

✨This is another one that I’ve read more than once and still love. Sex worker Harry. Really sweet, very well-written and their love is really well constructed.

8. hush. [41K] by Wankerville

“I don't like you like that, Harry.”

“See,” Harry starts, Louis can hear the smile in his voice, “that's where I think you're lying.”

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or an au where small towns suck, louis is losing it, and harry’s just too perfect.

✨ Read the tags! My notes on this one were: SO SO BEAUTIFULLLLL. Loved it, angst (but not a heartbreaking one), SO MUCH FLUFF, great dialogues, great banter and smut. Loved it!!! (lol)

9. Don't Look Down [91K] by zarah5

AU. In which Louis is a solicitor at one of London’s most prestigious law firms and Harry happens to apply for the position as his trainee. And everyone else is around, too.

✨I love everything they write and this one wasn’t different. Amazing characterization, great dialogues, great banter! Absolutely loved it! Not much smut. A bit angsty, wanted to punch Louis at times, but all ended well.

10. Let Me Be Your Star [252K] by lovelarry10

Harry Styles has always been a singer, but he’s never had much confidence in himself. When his idol is brought on as the new judge on The X-Factor, he figures, what the hell? He’d get to sing and meet his idol. What could go wrong?

Louis Tomlinson has always wanted to mentor young musicians. When he’s asked to be a judge on The X-Factor, it’s a dream come true, everything he ever wanted. What he didn’t expect was to meet a curly-headed stranger that would turn his life upside down

✨Hot smut, a lot of fluff and not that much angst. Harry seems a bit immature (which makes sense for his age) but their relatioship is really sweet. (I also enjoy that the writer included pictures of how they imagined H and L on each presentation)

#fic rec #april 2021 #larry fics

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libermachinae · 4 years

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Lost Light/Rodimus

Notes: No, I don’t mean the crew. Unedited bc I’ve already spent way more time on this crack fic than I meant to. Rated G, no warnings apply, 2K.

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It wasn’t Brainstorm’s fault, entirely.

“How the hell did you make a metrotitan spark?”

Just mostly.

“Well, it’s actually an extremely complicated, delicate, precise procedure,” Brainstorm said as they ran for their lives through shifting, narrowing corridors, Rodimus’ engine gunning to keep up with the jet. “It’s something other scientists have been trying to crack since before the war started, but between the exact measurements of the photonic supercrystal and the pattern of coding charges, no one else ever managed to—”

“Okay, forget how!” Rodimus shouted. “I don’t care about how! Or why! Or even at what point you decided to make a massive t-cog to go with it—”

“Actually, Perceptor cracked that one.”

“—or how you got it past Riptide and the rest of security! I don’t care!” A wall appeared front of them; Rodimus swerved around it while Brainstorm pulled into a neat roll. A wingtip brushed Rodimus’ roof. “Assuming we survive this any other way than First Aid scraping our pancaked frames off a random corridor wall, you’re going to tell the whole story to Megatron, and he can use all the practice he’s had with me to tell you exactly how terrible an idea this was.”

“Pancaked?”

“Earth term. Watch out!”

The hallway to the shuttle bay disappeared behind two shifting plates, and Rodimus had just enough time to brake and avoid being crushed. Brainstorm pulled up and transformed, landing at Rodimus’ side.

“Oh, this isn’t good,” he said.

“No kidding?” Rodimus angled his mirrors to look around, but every glance just revealed fewer directions to escape to. “We’re trapped.”

“Not that,” Brainstorm said. “We’re in the abdomen.”

“Belly of the ship, sure.”

“In root mode, the Lost Light’s power core is situated in the lower decks, under multiple layers of plating and insulation to keep the heat from frying everyone around it.” Brainstorm traced a small circle on the plating just underneath his cockpit, then drew it up, toward his chest. “When Perceptor was designing the transformation sequence, though, we couldn’t quite work out how to transport the core with all its extra plating. So, we just, hm, put a pin in it.”

Rodimus stared.

“So, what you’re saying is—”

Brainstorm pointed to the ceiling.

“The power core is one level above us right now. As soon as the transformation sequence is completed, it’s going to come online. The Lost Light’s designed to handle that kind of output, but not standard Cybertronians.”

“So, right now, this moment, we’re standing in the smelter, waiting for it to come on.”

“More like in front of the smelter after the blast doors have malfunctioned, but yeah.”

“Okay!” Rodimus revved his engine. “Well, that’s no good! We’re getting out of here.” He glanced around again. The walls were thick, but there had to be a weakness somewhere. “Don’t you have a drill gun? Or a drill you reformatted into a gun that can still be used as a drill?”

“I have a regular gun.”

“You do not.”

“I do!” Brainstorm insisted, pulling the standard issue pistol from subspace. “I was just about to see if I could do something about the problem of a finite ammo capacity (spoiler, I could’ve) when Light’s t-cog started spinning. I have others on me, but nothing that’s gotten the Perceptor stamp yet.”

“Everything else you’ve got will kill us if we fire it?”

“Might,” Brainstorm corrected, “they might kill you. Percy just hasn’t had time to test them yet.”

“Okay, fine.” Rodimus glanced around once more, optics falling on one feature he’d thus far overlooked. “You know what? We can work with this.”

It’s a simple fact that if you’re desperate to have floor-to-ceiling windows along the vehicle-accessible corridors of your miles-wide spaceship, they’re going to need to be reinforced. Heavily. A full round of shots fired at point-blank from a non-infinite pistol might be enough to get a crack in it, but that’s about it.

Of course, if you then ram that crack with a Matrix-armored sports car dropped from the undercarriage of a speeding jet, you might get somewhere.

Rodimus hit the window bumper-first, vibrations from the impact traveling in both directions throughout his frame. Whatever he was feeling, though, the window was having a much worse time: the crack stretched and exploded, shards of glass whipping out into the empty density of space. Rodimus went with them, and for a brief second he feared he would never stop going, before strong arms and the sound of thrusters secured him.

::We’re alive!:: Brainstorm’s comm crackled to life in his audial. ::And assuming at least a couple people listened to Minimus’ instructions, we should be looking at a good—oh frag.::

::What? How bad is it?:: Rodimus tried to angle his mirrors, but two teal wings blocked his view.

::It’s fine! Don’t worry!::

::That’s my ship, Brainstorm, of course I’m going to worry!::

::It’s alright, Rodimus.::

::Who was—::

A white hand appeared in front of them, large enough that Rodimus could have done donuts on its palm, large enough to punch a moon clear through. Brainstorm’s thrusters were straining to slow them down while Rodimus’ emergency brake slammed on, but momentum seemed committed to mashing them like a reverse rustbug.

The hand shifted, flipping over so the palm was underneath Rodimus, scooping up until his tires were just skidding across the metal surface. Forgetting to release his brake, his swerved before he came to a stop, swinging around and taking in the full view of his ship as, with a final ripple, her plating shifted into place.

She glowed. From the fuel rods around the corona of her helm and the winding lanes of windows around her arms, legs, and sides, light streamed from her, but not so much that she hurt to look at. Her optic band was a solid magenta and, Rodimus suspected, unseeing, but even that gave off a light that drew the eye, even as Rodimus felt the increased pressure of the hand lifting them up. In their ascent, they passed her chestpiece, the bow of the ship, and through the viewscreen Rodimus saw a decent portion of his crew, staring back out at him.

They came to a halt in front of her faceplate, and from this distance Rodimus could see the wavering patterns of optical lights, perhaps attempting to generate an expression. Ratchet would demand a look at Perceptor’s coding, he thought, a moment before the Lost Light’s voice returned.

::Hello, Rodimus, Brainstorm.::

::You gave her a comm suite?:: Rodimus asked, glancing at Brainstorm.

::Didn’t you check the ident?:: Brainstorm returned. ::She’s using the communications hub.::

::Oh.:: He glanced at her again. ::Can you access all of our major systems like that?::

::Yes.::

::Cool. Neat.:: An independent Cybertronian with the ability to quantum jump. And they’d been doing so well staying off the bad side of this reality’s Galactic Council.

::Do you have a name?:: he asked.

The optic lights wavered, shifting without meaning.

::Of course,:: she said. ::Drift named me Lost Light.::

Rodimus spluttered.

::How do you know that?::

::I have complete access to all in-network records,:: she said. ::My ‘memories’ extend as far back as my registration five million years ago, though they become more comprehensive within the last several decades, starting with the commencement of your quest.::

::Anything anyone ever dispersed via in-house networks, saved to a private console, or was automatically logged by the systems is up for grabs,:: Brainstorm said. ::Makes introductions pretty simple, at least.::

::Sounds like a fancy way of saying she’s got the worst possible first impression of everyone, but sure, that’s an optimistic way of looking at it.:: Brainstorm had climbed off him, so he transformed and took two steps forward. ::I’m Rodimus, your co-captain. Though, you already seem to know that.::

::Yes. I know all of you.:: For a moment, Rodimus thought they were moving again, but it was the large helm tilting forward. ::Thank you, by the way, Brainstorm. Though I unfortunately agree with Minimus Ambus’ preliminary assessment of your actions, I do appreciate this opportunity to be alive.::

::Like creator, like creation, I guess!::

::Wait, you talked with Minimus?:: Rodimus asked.

::Of course. I’m speaking to everyone right now,:: Lost Light said. ::I’ve been looking forward to this.::

::Wow. You’re either going to be Swerve and Misfire’s missing trinemate, or their biggest competition.::

::I do not find either of those options appealing.::

::Oh, yeah, that’s fine!:: He waved his hands. ::Just a joke. You can do whatever you want, now, you’re your own bot. Well, within reason, I guess. We might need to make another new officer position for you, and then—::

::I will continue to perform my duties, Rodimus. You have no need to worry in that regard.::

::Oh, good.:: Rodimus’ spoiler sagged and a few bubbles of trapped air escape his vents. Brainstorm’s scheme hadn’t dehomed them, at least.

::If you wouldn’t mind hearing it, I do have a request.::

Rodimus’ spoiler twitched back up.

::Sure!:: he said. ::After everything we’ve put you through, we owe you, huh?::

::I would prefer you not consider it that way,:: she said. The connection crystalized and strengthened into a private transfer as Lost Light cleaved Brainstorm into his own channel. ::After reviewing the records, I find I admire you, Rodimus.::

He stared.

::Oh?::

::Despite what you call a poor first impression, I have observed a crew that cares for each other and looks after its most vulnerable, with you as the spark that inspires such communal behavior. You act for the good of others, you encourage selflessness and self-improvement. Does that sound correct?::

There was nothing to hide behind on the palm of her hand. That observation could not kill Rodimus’ instinct to flee.

::I, uh. I don’t know?::

A flicker around the optic band again.

::Oh. My apologies. I have only just started to engage in pattern recognition, and it is possible my assessment is—::

::It’s fine!:: Rodimus assured. ::Sorry, you did fine. Um, yeah, I guess you could say all those things about me. Not everyone would, but if that’s what the logs are telling you, you should trust your instincts. Maybe just like, make sure to update them with your own observations?::

::Acknowledged.:: There was a pause, and Rodimus imagined she was sorting the suggestion among her priority trees. ::I will maintain my assessments as an ongoing process. However, if I am utilizing my initial understanding of each crew member as a basis to form a more informed conception of their character, then it is logical to assume that there must be some element of validity to my initial evaluations, correct?::

::Uh, sure?::

::Excellent.:: Her whole visor brightened, a straightforward positive that must have been easier for her programming to calculate than the emotions it had been trying to convey before. ::Then it is not unreasonable for me to hold to my initial conviction that I admire you, Rodimus. If you have time, I would like to get to know you better.::

::Huh. Uh.:: He hated to make assumptions, but the way her visor sparkled seemed more coordinated now. ::Can you give me one moment?::

::Of course.::

He hopped into a channel so well worn it felt like sinking into his own thoughts.

::Rodimus? Are you okay?::

::I’m fine, Drift,:: he said. ::Just, uh, need some advice.::

::Just advice? Not a rescue? Rewind and Perceptor managed to map out a way down to the shuttle bay, if you need an out.::

::No, no,:: he insisted. ::I’m just… I really don’t want to assume anything, but I think it’s possible my ship just asked me out?::

::Oh, yeah.::

::Oh, yeah?::

::I mean, she did,:: Drift said. ::Before you and Brainstorm broke free, she commed everyone, introduced herself, told them her favorite thing she knew about them, then asked about you.::

::Do I… want to know what she asked about?::

::Depended on the person. Swerve got interrogated about whether you’re available.::

::Swerve?::

::The Lost Light Insider pegged him for a rumor monger and she ran with it.::

::Cool. Great.::

::Hey. Really, you okay up there? Tailgate’s halfway through the vents, we can come get you, if you need.::

Rodimus pointed his gaze down to the deck, though he was too far away to see anyone individually. It was possible the ship’s exterior cameras were still streaming to the command screens, in which case Drift would undoubtedly catch his disapproval.

::Please make sure Tailgate doesn’t get squished, I don’t need Cyclonus seeking vengeance against our ship.::

::Sure. But seriously, Rodimus, are you okay?::

Rodimus spun his wheels with a flick.

::I’m fine. I just… isn’t this, I don’t know, kind of taking advantage?::

::I mean, she asked you, and—wait, are you interested?::

His engine heated up and Rodimus started to pace.

::I don’t know! Maybe?::

::Aw, Rodimus!:: He could imagine Drift’s face: goofy smile, softly dimmed optics. ::Hang on, I’m patching Ratchet in.::

::No, hang on, you don’t have to—::

::You’re saying yes?:: Ratchet demanded as the new connection crackled through.

::I don’t know,:: Rodimus insisted. ::I could? She’s attractive. And she knows a lot about me and hasn’t decided I’m worthless slag.::

::Rodimus,:: Drift chided.

::Hey, look, I’m not saying that about myself,:: he countered. ::Just that it’s a conclusion she could have come to, but didn’t. And I guess I kind of like that?:: He shrugged. ::I wouldn’t mind getting to know her. First new Cybertronian we’ll meet for a long time, you know?::

::Sure,:: Ratchet said. ::Follow her lead, but be up front about your expectations.::

::Both of you will have bots looking out for you,:: Drift promised. ::Seems like she and Nautica are already hitting it off pretty well.::

::Alright.:: Rodimus smiled. ::Okay, thanks guys. I think I can handle it from here.::

::Sure you can,:: Drift said.

Rodimus cut the call and switched back to Lost Light’s channel. Brainstorm was wandering around behind him, still engaged in his own animated conversation with his creation.

::Still with me?:: he asked.

::Of course.::

::Great,:: he said, offering her a smile and a flicker of his headlights. ::So, yeah, I’m down to spend more time together.:: He leaned down until he was sitting, crosslegged, on her open palm, brushing the smooth metal with his own hand. ::You can tell me all about what it was like that time we were getting chased by space pirates.::

::I look forward to it,:: she said. The platform of her hand drifted closer, until Rodimus could have reached out and brushed his fingertips against his facemask. He could have felt afraid, then, but he didn’t. Instead, he felt a warm light in his spark as he regarded Light, the familiarity and comfort that came with meeting an old friend face to face for the first time.

#maccadam #rodimus #transformers #crack #my writing #oneshot #lost lightimus

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sheerbeautyreigns · 3 years

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DESIRE

Part 27

"Cry all you want. Nobody can hear you..."

Warning - contains rape

The sound of Drew’s alarm woke Paul the next morning. It was 7am. “Sorry, sorry.” Drew apologised, grabbing his phone. He turned it off. “What time’s your flight?” Paul asked rubbing his eyes. “Eleven. I can’t be fucked travelling today but duty calls.”

“I hear ya.” Paul agreed “What time do you want to be at the airport for?”

“Maybe 9? Is it OK if I jump in the shower?” He asked sitting up. “Knock yourself out.” Paul responded, eyeing his ass as he got out of the bed. Drew looked back smiling, eyeing Joe who was still sound asleep. “Always sleeping.”

Paul turned around in the bed and snuggled into Joe, causing him to stir. His eyes fluttered open. “Wha, what time is it?”

“It’s 7am. I need to leave Drew to the airport soon.” Paul told him, circling a strand of hair rested on his bare chest. “He’s leaving already?” Joe was awake now. “Fraid so. Did you enjoy last night?”

“It was fun. Guess I shouldn’t have gotten so worked up about it yesterday huh?” Joe said turning to face him. “I told you that you just need to trust me. You looked like you were really in your element last night.”

Joe pondered for a moment. “It’s weird, I just didn’t know what to expect when you first mentioned Drew last week but he’s…It’s easy with him.”

“You gel with him.” Paul affirmed leading Joe shrugged, “I guess.” Paul stroked his cheek and smiled. “Think we can do this again?”

“I don’t see why not.” Paul smiled leaning in to kiss him. He sat up and got out of the bed. “I’m gonna freshen up and get ready to leave. Why don’t you make us some coffee?” he suggested. “OK,” Joe stretched and dragged himself out of the bed, slipping into his black Armani boxers while Paul went off to the second bathroom. He always liked a long hot shower first thing.

Joe went about making their drinks and brought them back upstairs. Drew was wandering around with a towel wrapped around his waist when Joe entered. “Morning,” The Scot smiled adjusting the towel. His statuesque body glistened with beads of water that fell from his wet hair. “Sleep well?”

“Too good,” Joe set the tray aside. “Where’s Paul?” Drew asked quietly. “He”s having a shower-” Joe started as Drew grew closer.

“Thank fuck,” He said taking Joe in his arms and kissing him softly. Joe was instantly hard. “I don’t want you to go.” Joe looked at him with those gorgeous brown eyes. “I wish I didn’t either but I’ve got a few things to sort at home. Has Paul said if he”ll see you this coming week?”

“Nothing yet but I’ll find out.” Joe hesitantly moved away only to have Drew pull him in again. “Not yet,” He kissed him again, this time more passionately. Joe immediately pulled away, upon hearing the bathroom door close. Paul was coming. Drew turned his attention to his suitcase nearby and Joe grabbed his coffee.

“Thanks baby,” Paul smiled drying himself off, before grabbing his coffee. Joe retreated to the bed and put his knees up, trying to conceal his hard on. He watched in silence as both men made small talk while getting ready. He didn’t know when he would next see Drew this way so he wanted to soak it in. Part of him hated that Paul had set this up. He never realised how good it would be with him. Before he knew it, they were leaving. Joe threw on Paul’s bathrobe and went downstairs to say goodbye. “Keep me posted.” Drew said lowly as he hugged Joe goodbye. “I will.” Joe promised. He waved them off and went back upstairs to run a bath. It was just what he needed to relax after last night’s events and wondered what Paul had in mind over the next two days.

Joe was rinsing out the suds in the bath when he heard the key turn in the front door. Paul wasn’t away as long as he thought he would be. He could hear him coming upstairs.

“Hey.” He said entering the bedroom. “I’m in here.” Joe called from the en-suite. “Good, still not dressed.” Paul smirked, disrobing the black bathrobe that Joe had thrown on minutes earlier. He steadied himself against the sink as Paul pulled him against his body, kissing him hard. Joe pulled away, raising his hand to his mouth. “What was that for?” He licked his bottom lip, tasting blood.” Paul smiled darkly. “A reminder. You belong to me, understand?”

“What’s going on? I thought-” Joe was confused. Paul pulled the robe off him and dropped it to the ground. “Turn around.”

“Wha-?” Joe tried to ask. “Do as I say.” Paul ordered him, a serious look on his eyes. “No. What”s going on?” Joe defied, staring into his eyes only to be slapped hard across the cheek. He spun around, falling onto the sink. Before he could get his bearings, Paul was already undoing his trousers. Joe spat a mouthful of blood into the sink below. His head felt like it was spinning. Paul pulled his arms behind his back and pulled out a set of handcuffs from his pocket. He had clearly planned this. Joe tried to fight him off the moment he heard the clink of the metal.

“No, please,” He cried as Paul forced his body down on the counter top, which was being covered in droplets of his blood. “Shut up!” Paul roared twisting his arm. Hastily he managed to cuff his hands behind his back. “You think I didn’t know? You and Drew????”

“Please, there’s nothing-” Joe let out, struggling as Paul dragged him into the bedroom where he forced him onto the bed face down. “I’ll fucking show you who you belong to.” Paul growled, slipping out of his trousers and boxers. He squeezed the lube onto his hand, pulled his hips up towards his cock and quickly rubbed Joe entrance. This was more for his own benefit than Joe’s. “Please don’t do this! There’s nothing going on I swear-” The young man pleaded again, straining his head to the side. Tears were streaming down his cheeks now. He cried out again as Paul’s cock penetrated him roughly. “Cry all you want. Nobody can hear you! In fact, the more you cry, the harder I get.” He warned. Paul fucked him hard, over and over as Joe struggled against him, crying into the sheets below. He begged for him to stop but he would not let up, telling him that he’s wanted to fuck him like this for so long and that he brought it on himself. He felt so sick to his stomach as Paul came hard in his ass calling him a “filthy little slut.”

When he withdrew, he let Joe fall onto the bed, leaving him there cuffed as he went into the bathroom to wash his hands. When he returned to the room a few minutes later, he stood a distance from the bed, taking in Joe shuddering, defenseless body, curled up as much as he could. He could see the redness around his wrists from where he was struggling against the cuffs, the bruises on his ass from the flogger and the redness of his opening itself. He could feel his heart ready to explode in his chest, hearing his quiet sobbing and sniffling into the sheets. He stood there for a few more minutes, savouring the sight. He knew he was fucked up and nothing would change that. He noticed that the sobbing stopped, as did the shuddering.

Hesitantly he walked around the bed to see his face. The room was silent. He sweeped the damp strands away, swallowing hard. Joe eyelids were half closed. He didn’t know what this was. Had he reached subspace again or had he blacked out in another way? Quickly, he grabbed his trousers from the ground and fished the key out of the pocket. He undid the cuffs, letting Joe arms fall limply at his sides. Paul rolled him onto his back. He could see the traces of blood on his mouth as well as his reddened cheek. His heart sank knowing he had gone too far this time. Paul cradled him in his arms. “Baby,” He coaxed him “Come on baby,” Slowly he started coming around. His eyes squinting, trying to adjust to the light. He looked like he was in a daze.

As Paul came into view, he started to pull away. “It’s OK, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“Fuck you, lemme go!” Joe spat, breaking out of his grip. He grimaced in pain as he sat up in the bed. “You’re hurting. I’m gonna help you.” Paul leaned forward grabbing his arm as Joe got off the bed. “Don’t touch me!” Joe looked like he would knock him out. Paul let go. “OK, OK I’m sorry, I fucked up.” He said putting his hands up. He watched as Joe went about gathering his belongings, limping in pain, hastily getting dressed. “You really pissed me off! What was I supposed to do?” Paul followed him around trying to explain. “You fucking raped me!” Joe roared. “Baby I’m sorry, I was so angry. Please I love you!”

“It’s too late! I’m done with this fucking mess!” Joe went into the bathroom to retrieve his toiletry bag at the sink. He paused, seeing his blood in the sink. His heart was thumping. It was then that he caught his reflection in the mirror. There was still blood on his bottom lip and there was slight swelling in his reddened cheek.

“At least stay until I can get you fixed up. You can’t leave looking like that.” Joe caved at the sink seeing what a mess he was. He buried his head in his hands and started sobbing. Paul gingerly approached him from behind and placed his hand on his back. “I’m so sorry baby, if I could take it back…” Joe was too upset to even fight him off. Paul pulled him into a comforting hug. He sobbed into the material of his t-shirt. “I love you so much. I don’t want to lose you.” He said stroking his hair. “Let me fix you up.”

#roman reigns #tribal chief #wwe #fanfiction #d/s #drew mcintyre #slashfiction #slash

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grayseekerswritinglife · 4 years

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Tricks & Treats (1/5)

Chapter One: Smoke-Bombs

Starscream locked his lab door behind him and took a long, hard look around. He was alone. There was no telltale ‘vop’ of teleportation, nor was anyone perched on his work-bench, feet swinging idly as they babbled a string of increasingly nonsensical questions.

Hey, Starscream! What about exploding snakes? That’d be cool, right? No—wait! What about sparklers that turn into snakes and then explode? I mean! One second you’re wavin’ a sparkler around, and next it turns into a snake and explodes! Wouldn’t that be nifty?

“It would not,” Starscream growled, stalking through his now-vacant lab. “It would not be the least bit ‘nifty.’ It would be a puerile, pointless waste of my time and intellect.” He yanked open a supply cupboard, grabbed a sturdy trash bag, and began clearing away the mess. There was glitter. A lot of it, in varying shades of orange, black and purple. Also various accelerants, types of fuses, scraps of hollow, articulated cable meant to resemble snakes, globs of sticky orange resin designed to bond to one’s exo-structure and look… well, gross, and—last but not least—a pumpkin-shaped mold for making inflatable gourds.

Once the last bit of ‘snake’ tubing had disappeared into the bag, Starscream allowed himself a sigh of relief. While he’d accepted long ago that the only sure way to get any uninterrupted lab-time was to appease Skywarp’s need for ever more creative pranking supplies, this event that humans called ‘Halloween’ was testing the limits of his fragile patience. He tossed the bag in the trash receptacle and trudged to his workstation where he paused, one hand on the power-switch.

“Now, where was I?” His gaze settled idly on the holocube that sat beside his workstation. It showed two explorers about to depart Cybertron on a deep space mission. Neither of them had heard of Halloween, which was probably why they both looked so optimistic. “Ah, yes,” he said as he sat down. The screen flickered to life, and the project he’d been working on three days ago, when Skywarp had first invaded his lab, appeared. Within moments he’d re-immersed himself, and was in the throes of some highly sophisticated mental calculations when someone pounded on the door.

“Go away!” Starscream shouted. “I’m busy!”

The knock came again. Louder this time, and more urgent. So much for uninterrupted lab-time. Starscream pushed his chair back with a growl, pausing just long enough to switch off his monitor before he stomped to the door. Whoever his caller was, it couldn’t be Skywarp. Skywarp wouldn’t have knocked; he would have teleported right in and started nattering about his latest prank idea. The only other likely choice was Megatron, who sometimes knocked, but wasn’t always in the mood to respect a locked door. The last thing Starscream wanted was for Megatron to see what he’d been working on. Unlike Skywarp, he might actually figure out what it was.

“I’m coming! Hold on to your trigger-guard, and—” Starscream broke off as the next round of knocks were accompanied by… yes, it was: a faint boom of thunder. A sonic boom, just strong enough to rattle the chemistry glassware on his shelves. He yanked the door open.

“Thundercracker?” Starscream stared at his Trinemate. He wasn’t used to seeing Thundercracker by himself. Normally, Skywarp was at Thundercracker’s side—when he wasn’t haunting Starscream’s lab—and his presence provided a certain buffering influence. Alone, Thundercracker looked… dangerous. Especially with his wings hiked to such an aggressive angle and his fist raised to batter the door again. Or, possibly, Starscream’s face. He looked angry enough to try it, and Starscream took an involuntary step back. “What are you doing here?”

“Is he here?” Thundercracker demanded, peering into the lab. “Please say he is.”

“Is who here?” Starscream asked, irritated at his own reaction. He was the Trineleader, for frag’s sake. He had no reason to feel intimidated by an underling. Thundercracker shoved past him and stalked into the lab, raking his gaze over the shelves, the monitors, the small berth upon which Starscream occasionally slept, and the cabinets filled with supplies and scientific apparatus. “Wow,” he muttered. “Geek Central.”

“What do you want?” Starscream demanded. It occurred to him he couldn’t recall the last time Thundercracker had set foot anywhere near his lab. His presence here seemed ominous. It also occurred to him that he had more to hide than just his secret project. The holocube on his desk was rather incriminating. Normally he shoved it well out of sight before entertaining the few visitors he got down here, but this time he’d forgotten. He edged in front of it, trying to block Thundercracker’s view. “What are you looking for?”

Thundercracker let out a sigh. “I was hopin’ he’d be with you, but…” he reached into his subspace and drew out a plain black metal box. “You know what this is, right?”

Starscream nodded. He’d recognized it instantly. Originally designed to hold specimen-jars, it had recently been repurposed to house smoke-bombs. “What about it?”

“I found it on his berth.” Thundercracker raised the lid. “It was empty. He also cleared out the compartment where he was stashing his other Halloween junk.”

“So?” Starscream adjusted his wings as he spoke, mentally gauging the optimal angle to keep the holocube from Thundercracker’s line of sight. “He’s probably commenced this… Trick-or-Treat nonsense he keeps going on about.”

Thundercracker shook his head. “Nah. He was saving all that for Halloween, which isn’t for a couple days. I checked.”

“Thirty-six hours,” Starscream corrected automatically. “But what about it? Maybe he’s getting an early start.”

“Maybe.” Thundercracker sounded doubtful. He started to pace, forcing Starscream to turn in his direction to keep his wings in the right position. “But I don’t like it.” He stopped and leveled a glare. “You couldn’t just let him have his fun, could you?”

“What?” Starscream flinched at the note of accusation in his Trinemate’s voice. “You think this is my fault?”

“Who else? You got him interested in human traditions in the first place!”

“Me? I beg your pardon?”

“You encouraged him to go looking for Santa Claus at the North Pole!”

“Just to prove there’s no such thing!”

“Well, he didn’t take it that way! He took it as encouragement.”

“But—”

“He’s also decided he’s the Easter Bunny.”

“What?”

“He’s gonna… I dunno, hide a bunch of eggs in the Command Center or… something.” Thundercracker swept a hand over his forehead, as if trying to push the thought aside. “Human traditions are so bizarre. Anyway, when he got interested in Halloween, you encouraged him.”

“I did no such thing! I merely—”

“Helped him build smoke-bombs? Yeah, exactly.” Thundercracker shook the empty box. “And all that other nonsense, the… fake snakes and stuff. Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talkin’ about.”

“If you know so much, how can you claim I wasn’t letting him have his fun?”

“Because!” Thundercracker slammed the box on the nearest table. “Halloween isn’t just about playing tricks!”

“It’s not?” Starscream had been rather under the impression that it was, considering how thoroughly Skywarp had latched onto it.

“No. Apparently it’s also an excuse for humans to gorge themselves on whatever disgusting food passes for sweets in their weird, organic diet. Well, guess who else likes treats?”

“I…” Starscream’s mind raced. “Wait. Are you talking about the gold? I couldn’t let him keep that!” Earlier that day, Starscream had discovered a sizable bag of gold ore in Skywarp’s quarters. Primus only knew where he’d gotten it from. Starscream allowed his fliers to consume some of the rich, sweet metal, which could be healthy in small quantities. It could strengthen one’s frame by improving flexibility, for example, but in larger quantities it could soften one’s armor and add excess weight, ruining a flier’s aerodynamic performance. "I am the Air Commander,” Starscream pointed out. “I need my fliers combat-ready, and Skywarp was taking on too much ballast.”

“It was just until Halloween,” Thundercracker argued. “You could have waited a couple extra days instead of takin' away all his goodies. Now he’s…”

“What?” Starscream felt a twinge of unease. “What’s going on, Thundercracker?” He realized that in his rush to defend himself, he’d neglected to ask. He’d also forgotten about the holocube, which was now in plain sight if Thundercracker cared to glance in its direction. He didn’t. His gaze was on the empty box which had contained the smoke-bombs.

“I dunno,” Thundercracker said heavily. “He’s not answering me. He’s run away somewhere—probably to get more treats—but hell if I know where.”

“More treats?” Starscream mused. “If gold is what he’s after, I might have an idea.”

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This was written for @darkstarofchaos for the @transform-or-treat Halloween gift exchange. There are five chapters of it in all, and I will be posting a chapter a day until Halloween! Many, many thanks to @justawayninja or being my awesome beta. Your suggestions helped me get the story to the next level.

#transform or treat 2020 #transform-or-treat #darkstarofchaos #transformers #maccadam #halloween #starscream #skywarp #thundercracker #skyfire #humor #hijinks #pranks #secret relationship #trine dynamics #team as family

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hiii, I know people dont usually hc copia as a dom but I saw your papa 3 ask and was wondering how he would be with a shy sub? (F)

Hello nonny!

I actually think Copia would be a perfectly adequate Dom. Just because Copia likes to sub doesn’t mean he can’t Dom you. He’s at his core a shy, awkward rat man—but he didn’t make Cardinal without being able to give orders and put people in their place.

*D/s; impact play*

He’ll happily bring it to your domestic life, telling you when and what to eat (you need more greens in your diet—have some spinach, dear), making sure you’re not late to services, and that you do your chores (this is an Abbey, not a hotel—it’s your responsibility to do laundry). And if you don’t follow his rules, he’s more than comfortable meting out a punishment. Unlike Papa III—who’s in it for the sexy punishments—or Papa II—who enjoys watching you suffer (how else will you learn, darling?)—Copia’s consequences are all perfunctory. To him sexy spankings aren’t a punishment, and he doesn’t enjoy hurting you to enforce a lesson. He’s more like a headmaster keeping you in line—he wants you to do your best, but he’ll bring out the paddle if he has to.

And he can bring it in the bedroom. It’s just a performance, right? He does those all the time on tour. You want the sexually aggressive front man? He can give you that.

Being shy himself, he knows that you need clear directions to follow, no surprises. He’ll email you some suggestions beforehand, then a script of what you picked, so you know what’s coming.

When you arrive at his quarters, you’re already expecting that you’ll have to strip, so you’re fully prepared for that. He opens the door, and you see that he’s in his tight red suit, a couple of top buttons undone.

“Come in, pet,” he says, gesturing you inside. You enter, and he closes the door behind you. “We go to the boudoir now, yes?” He ushers you into his bedroom where there is a nightie set laid out on the bed.

“Change into those, per favore. When I come back in 5min I expect you here,” he points to a cushion on the floor, “in position.”

When he leaves, you scramble to change out of your habit and into the lingerie. There’s a filmy, red baby doll top—it covers you from your breasts to just below your hip, yet leaves nothing to the imagination—and matching opaque, crotchless panties. After changing, you fold your clothes—leaving them on a chair in the corner—before kneeling, hands behind your back.

Copia comes back into the room in what feels like at least 15min later, but you’ve kept your position on the cushion. He’s lost his suit jacket, and has his sleeves rolled up—showing off deceptively muscled forearms under his thickness. Your bottom knows from personal experience how powerful they can be.

“What a good girl you are. So patient,” he coos as he runs a hand through your hair. He grabs one of his chairs and swings it around in front of you; he makes himself comfortable on it.

“Now, have you been a good girl this week? Followed all my rules? Or do you want to confess anything to your Cardinal?”

You gulp, eyes cast down. “I was late to service twice, and on Tuesday I ate a wedge of brie for dinner.”

He tsks. “Well, I had hoped you’d warm my cock—”

You moan—you love warming his cock … the easy, mindless task that allows you to shut your brain off and float pleasantly in your subspace.

“—but I guess we start with your punishment, no?” He pats his knees “Up. Up up up!”

You get up as fast as you can on stiff legs, and position yourself over his lap. He runs his leather-clad hand over your bottom.

“Lovely,” he says. “Let’s warm you up, hmm? And then the cane—if you’re still ok with that.”

“Yes, Cardinal,” you say.

“Mmm,” he rumbles, pleased. “I think I will enjoy this.”

He pulls your panties down, giving the curves of your ass another caress before he lands a firm smack right in the middle. You gasp.

“Hmm—I think 20 on each cheek will do. Now, I expect to be obeyed, so do not raise a leg or an arm, or I will add more. Sì?”

“Yes, Cardinal.”

“Okie dokie. Here we go.”

His gloved hand comes down firm on your one ass cheek, and then just as crisply on the other. His pace isn’t quick, but it’s steady and constant enough that he’s about 4 in before you draw in breath to gasp at the sensation. At 10 it’s just beginning to sting, at 15 you start to squirm, but by 20 there’s a throb going between your legs.

“Very good, dear,” he says, drawing your panties back up. “Now, go bend over the bed, palms flat down.”

On wobbly legs you straighten up and follow his directions—even though you’re a little self-conscious about having your ass sticking up in the air. Copia runs a gentle hand down your back.

“You are beautiful like this, pet. Sweet and submissive for me.”

You relax a little. If your Dom is telling you that you’re beautiful like this, then you are. You stay like that until Copia appears in your line of sight. He holds out his walking cane for your consideration. You feel a thrill of anticipation.

“Yes, pet?”

“Yes, Cardinal.”

He shuffles behind you, a grounding hand on the small of your back.

“You know the number for each infraction. So that is 5 total, yes? Agreed?”

“Yes, Cardinal. Five.”

His hand slides down to your rump to remove your panties again.

“Okie dokie. Please count each one and thank me.”

He rests his cane across your ass before you feel it move away, then there’s a swish and a crack before the sting explodes across your cheeks.

“One!” you gasp. “Thank you, Cardinal”

You’ve barely got the words out of your mouth before the second strike lands, a little lower.

“Two!” you squeak. “Thank you, Cardinal.”

The third hits you on the crease of your legs, and you grunt, leaning forward. After a moment, Copia taps you on the backs of your thighs.

“That’s one more for moving and neglecting to count.”

“Yes, Cardinal,” you say, and you move back into position.

Copia’s hits are sure, but moderate. You pant through the fourth strike, whine through the fifth, and gasp out the sixth.

“Thank you, Cardinal!”

His leather caresses your bottom, and you don’t know whether to press into it or to shy away. You wish he’d address the pounding between your legs. The hand runs up your back, over your neck, and under your jaw to lift your face up.

“Very good, amore. You did very well. I am very proud of you.”

He raises his cane to your face. You kiss the decorative topper.

“Thank you, your Eminence.”

“You’re welcome, my pet. Now, up on your stomach.” He pats his bed before moving away.

You slowly slither prone onto his bed and pillow your head in your arms. A sudden cold lays across your ass, and you hiss at the sensation.

“Relax,” coos Copia as he slides off the panties. He reappears in your vision. “We will let that sit for the moment, yes? Now, please.” He offers up a bottle of water and two tablets of ibuprofen, which you greedily take up. “Slowly,” he chastises as you gulp down the liquid.

Once you’re done, he sets the glass aside and crawls onto the bed, resting his back against the backboard. He arranges your head onto his meaty thigh, and you notice his bulge. Following your gaze, he chuckles.

“I guess cockwarming is out, eh?”

You nuzzle his thigh and work an arm around to pet at his hardon through his pants. He tips his head back and closes his eyes..

“Mmm … that is nice, pet. Thank you. Such a good girl.”

You flush at the praise.

His hand comes around to massage your scalp as you slowly massage him. You squeeze your thighs a little to get some stimulation on your clit, the slight pull at your sore bottom adding to the arousal. Forgetting yourself, you start rocking slightly into the bed. Copia cracks an eye open.

“Ah ah ah, pet,” he says wagging a finger at you. “You know I control your pleasure tonight. Or is my naughty girl asking for more punishment?”

You still immediately still. “No, Cardinal. Sorry, Cardinal.”

“Hmm. I won’t punish you further, but I think waiting will be punishment enough, no?”

You bury your face in his leg, your clit giving a frustrated pulse. “Yef, Kerdinal,” you mumble into his thigh.

“What was that, pet?”

“Yes, Cardinal,” you say as you turn your head.

“Very good. I should like you to pleasure me orally, I think. But first things first.”

He grabs up the arnica from his night table and pats his thighs. You shift to crawl over his lap, the now warm ice pack slipping off your ass onto the bed. He yanks his glove off with his teeth and runs that hand over your cheeks. You twitch at the contact before he dips a finger between your folds. You moan.

“Hmm. Must not have been much of a punishment, eh? You are very wet, mia cara.”

He plays a little at stroking your clit and rubbing up and down your slit before yanking off his other glove in the same manner. Fumbling a little one-handed, he squeezes some cream from the tube into his palm. When his hand makes contact with your sore bottom, you hiss and press into his finger.

“Easy now, pet,” he soothes. He proceeds to spread the cream evenly over your cheeks with one hand, while the other plays with you. You melt into both sensations until they are suddenly removed. When you whine, Copia just taps you on the back.

“None of that now. You knew the rules. Now, hands and knees over me, please.”

You obey quickly, scrambling to reposition yourself. Copia licks you off his fingers—rumbling in pleasure—before he unzips his pants and takes out his fat cock and his balls, which he cups. He settles himself back into his pillows against his headboard.

“Please,” he says, gesturing at his cock.

Eagerly, you dip down and suckle the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head. Copia moans and begins to roll his balls in his hand.

“Yes, amore. Yes, just like that.”

You take him deeper—as deep as you can in your position—making sure to press the flat of your tongue into the vein on his shaft.

“Ah! Yes, right there.”

You work him like that—teasing his cockhead and hollowing your cheeks out on his shaft—until he’s giving little abortive thrusts, and your limbs are trembling. He cups your jaw so you have to look at him.

“I will fuck your face now, yes?,” he growls lowly. “Say I can. Please, can I?”

Usually you shy away from this act—self-conscious at the ugly noises you make—but it had been an option in his script, and he’d assured you that nothing could sound lovelier to him than you taking his cock. But you say so, and we stop he’d promised you.

You give a tentative nod, and he closes his eyes chanting, Thank you thank you. He gets a grip in your hair and starts with a slow guide of your head down shallowly onto his cock. He does this a few times—trembling with the effort of not thrusting up into your mouth—then begins to push you a little deeper, a little faster. You give yourself over to his control, making sure to hold your limbs steady.

“So good, so good,” he moans as he begins to incrementally increase his speed.

Soon his gentleness is replaced with a frenetic desperation, and he holds your head in place as he begins to thrust up into your mouth, his hard cock hitting the back of your throat over and over.

You know you’re making Those Noises, but Copia moans out, “So gorgeous, so lovely. So good for me, my beautiful one.”

A sudden hardening of his already stiff cock is the only warning you get before he shoves your head down as he thrusts up. Any sound of surprise you would have made is cut off by his cockhead down your throat.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he breaths out in time to each spurt of cum as his cock throbs against your tongue. And then suddenly the hand at the back of your head is gone, and you pull off his dick, coughing and sputtering. Copia grabs at you, pulling you up his body to kiss you soundly, his lips insistent and his tongue unrelenting.

“So good, so sweet,” he coos when he comes up for air, resting his forehead against yours.

“Did I please you, Cardinal?”

“Yes, mia dolce.”

He puts a finger under your chin. “I am going to devour you now.” You shudder. “Do you wish to stay as is, or can you lay back?”

“I can lie down,” you say.

“Good. Scoot to the end of the bed, pet.”

You go to lie down on your back—carefully arranging your nightie to best affect—as Copia stands up to hastily shuck his pants. He gets one leg off, only to hop and teeter on the other, bumping into his nightstand and knocking some of his belongings off.

“Ai, cazzo di merda!”

You bite your lip hard to refrain from laughing.

He finally removes the other leg, then shakes them out and tosses them onto a chair with a flourish.

“Ta da!”

You do giggle at that, and he turns to grin at you.

“I enjoy hearing you laugh, pet. Such a lovely sound.”

He kneels down at the edge of his bed and arranges you more to his liking. There’s still a subtle pulse of pain on your ass, but it’s manageable. Copia leans in between your legs and takes a deep breath, eyes closed.

“Ah, such a delicacy.” His eyes snap open, mismatched and seeing into your core. “I can’t wait to lick all of it up.”

He dives in, messy and artless at first—the flat of his tongue lapping you in great sweeps, warm and rough over your folds. You moan—anything on your sensitive area feeling wonderful—and grip the sheets. Then he wiggles his tongue into your slit and begins to flick in a steady motion over your clit. You cry out, tossing your head back and forth at the sweet feelings his motions elicit.

The pad of a finger rests on your hole, and when you don’t protest, Copia slips it slowly into you. Your eyes roll at the feeling, and you press down; when you do, the sting from your ass jolts through you—but it just makes your pussy spasm in pleasure. Copia hums into you, and takes your clit in his lips to suck as he tongues at you in a press press press of glorious pressure.

You’re moaning and gasping as Copia circles his tongue around your clit, then flicks it with the tip. At some point a second finger entered you, and he’s slowly thrusting both in and out—a sweet pass that’s aided by how slick you are. You feel your orgasm right there, and you back arches with the tension.

“Uhn, uhn, uhn, uhn,” you moan out, and Copia speeds up the flick of his tongue and curls his fingers to press into your sweet spot. You tense further, the pressure of your bowed back sends a throb through your sore bottom, and suddenly you’re cumming, screaming out as your pussy pops and your clit pulsates. You feel yourself clench hard around Copia’s fingers, and he lets out a tiny moan.

He licks you through the aftershocks even after you relax back into the bed. After he removes his fingers, he gives them a long, hard suck. His eyes meet your hooded ones.

“So sweet, mia cara.”

You just reach your hand down, and he grabs it, stroking the web of your thumb. Then he gets up, his knees cracking.

“Rest for a bit, pet. I’ll run us bath.”

You roll over and rest your head in your arms, dozing lightly until you feel him lean over to whisper in your ear.

“Come now, amore. I used those Epsom salts you like.”

#asks #cardinal copia #D/s

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btsunniemoonie · 5 years

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Kinky Bangtan (Maknae Line)

Don’t read if you aren’t over 18, smut begins under the cut

What would Bangtan kinks be? (Maknae Line)

By: Admin Sunnie ☀️

This took fucking ages but I really hope you’ll enjoy it!

Kinky Bangtan (Hyung Line)

Warning:

This post contains very kinky smut. If you aren’t comfortable with that, stop reading.

J i m i n

G i v i n g

BDSM

Bondage

Pet play

Collaring

Sensation play

Sensory deprivation

Dry Humping

Anal

Begging

Nipple play

Bareback

DVP

DAP

Face sitting

Roleplay

Whipping

Cream pie

Intercrural sex

Messy sex

Teasing

Uniforms

Worshipping

Praising

Subspace

R e c e i v i n g

BDSM

Breath play

Bondage

Caning

Collaring

Consent

Edge play

Flogging

Pet play

Sensation play

Sensory deprivation

Shibari

Biting

Pegging

Begging

Nipple play

Dirty talk

Gags

Spanking

Whipping

Urethral play

Orgasm denial

Rimming

Teasing

Uniforms

Worshipping

Praising

Ice play

Jimin was panting heavily, his chest heaving up and down erratically, the black collar straining against his strong neck, his fingernails digging into your bedsheets.

“Your tongue, please”, he begged you shamelessly, rolling his eyes back as soon as you slid your tongue up and down his length, stopping at his little slit at the tip of his cock, probing your tongue in and earning a loud and guttural moan from him.

“You taste so good Minnie”, you cooed at him, your eyes shining full of adoration and love for this man and he smiled at you, his eyes half-lidded and his cheeks insanely red, enjoying your praise to the fullest and relishing in it, his head slowly falling back when you took his tip into your mouth, suckling on it to your hearts content.

You stopped your motions and began to just jerk him off, looking directly into his face, licking your lips over the way his eyebrows creased in pleasure.

“Y-Y/N?”, he suddenly stuttered, his cheeks getting even redder while he bit down on his lips, “I am so grateful for the pleasure and sensations you give me, but can I ask for something?”, he asked you obediently, his face lighting up when you gave him a warm smile.

You loved when he was this obedient, he just was the perfect little sub and it made your heart flutter in your chest. “Sure, anything you want little Minnie, you just have to voice it out”, you chirped, knowing that he had trouble in talking dirty to you when he was in such a subby mood.

“I love it when you're touching me here”, he started, tracing his fingers over his cock to his balls, fondling them for one moment and then tugging them upwards, before placing his feet better on the mattress and expose his tight hole. You already knew where this was going and you could feel your heart hammer against your ribcage, saliva collecting in your mouth.

“But I absolutely adore it when you touch me here, Y/N”, he admitted, his face absolutely red, while he looked to the side not able to look at you right now, his body steaming when he touched his tight ring with his finger, a low sigh leaving his lips.

You slowly lowered yourself in front of him, a wicked grin on your face when you saw his fucked out expression and in the next moment, you peeked your tongue out and traced his tight rim, making him squirm and moan immediately.

“Oh my god, Y/N! Y/N!”, he moaned, spreading his legs for you even more and curling his hand around his dick, starting to stroke it while you licked over his hole. Without even blinking for one second you slapped his hand away, moving your finger in a no motion and collected the precum that leaked from his tip to rub it into his hole, only to slowly enter it, making him go slack for one moment and roll his eyes back.

“Fuck, you're so good to m-”, he whimpered out when you started to move your finger inside of him, curling it to find the right spot and when you did, a sudden gush of precum oozed out of his tip, his hands fisting the blanket that was underneath him.

Your pupils dilated at the sight, rubbing your fingerpad against his prostrate and just then an idea hit you, a devilish grin spreading on your face. You sat up with shaky legs, making him whine when he felt the emptiness, wobbling a little to your drawer and taking out a strap on in a nice shade of pink.

He opened his eyes lazily, his lips all wet from licking over them too much and tried to focus you through his half-lidded and teary eyes. “My Minnie, we're going to have a lot of fun tonight~”, you mused and just then he could finally make out what you were wearing. He immediately sat up and you could see his cock twitch, anticipation rising in his chest when he realized what would come now.

“You're so incredibly good to me, Y/N.”, he moaned once again after you traced your fingers over his raging member, his tip achingly red and screaming for attention. You smiled cutely at him, lubricating his hole a little more, adding a third finger to stretch him properly and when you deemed him loose enough, you put the tip of the dildo on his tight rim, looking up at him with big eyes.

“Spread yourself for me”, you commanded and he easily complied, putting his hands on his cheeks and spreading himself for your hungry eyes, to just watch the toy disappear in his plum ass. He let out a long, drawn-out moan, his eyes fluttering wildly before he took his cock into his hands, squeezing it and holding himself up from coming too fast. You started to move your hips, searching for his delicious spot and when you found it, he immediately showed it with a loud moan and shaking thighs.

“Mwommy!”, he suddenly bubbled out, covering your whole body with goosebumps, the fine hairs on your neck standing on end while you licked over your lips. He looked so beautiful like that. His damp hair glued to his forehead, his cheeks red and his lips all swollen, his body glistening and his hole stretched for you.

You moved against him, feeling your juices leaking down the confines of the strap on, making the material rub against your clit, eliciting a strangled moan out of you, grabbing his thighs a little harsher to quicken your pace. This session wasn't about you, you wanted him to feel good. This was about him. About him only. The one and only man you loved.

“Does my Minnie like that? Having his tiny hole destroyed like that?”, you asked him, knowing full well how much dirty talk egged him on and made him flustered. He whined at that, running one of his hands through his hair as he noticed that you held him open now.

“Minnie loves it so much”, he gasped, slowly moving his hips against your movements, feeling his precum collecting on his tummy, making a nice and slippery puddle. “But please”, he suddenly whimpered, looking up at you with his tear-stained face, “Please, Minnie-Minnie needs it harder Mommy”, he begged you almost pathetically.

A devilish grin formed on your face and you tilted your head to the side, slowing your thrusts even more and licking over your upper lip. You wanted him to squirm a little before he got what he wanted – you knew how much he loved that. “Oh yeah?”, you asked him and he nodded eagerly, making you almost coo at him. “Tell Mommy how much you want it and why.”, you commanded, making him cry out and his head fall back, embarrassment creeping up his neck, coloring it in a vibrant and burning red. He knew what you wanted him to say, or better, how you wanted him to verbalize it, although you knew how hard it was for him.

The internal struggle was visible for you as he ruffled his hair wildly, his hips stilled, knowing that you didn't like it when he did it without your permission. He was pondering, did he want to cum like that, slow and torturing or did he want you to fuck him into a new dimension, making him drool and cry over it?

The latter definitely got chosen when he rubbed his cheek against the damp sheets, making himself look like the prettiest angel on earth, his eyes closed before he opened his mouth to let filth spill over those heavenly lips.

“Minnie needs Mommy to fuck him open like a-a-a l-little slut”, he stuttered the filthy words, making you coo at him and ask yourself if angels may exist on this world, “I- Minnie, Minnie really really needs you to fuck him hard and-and m-merciless, Minnie wants to-to cry over it and-and cum mind-blowing be-because Minnie kn-knows how good Mommy can-can make Minnie feel”, he hiccuped, his hand fisting the sheets and you could feel your heart bloom for the man sprawled out in front of you.

How could you ever deny him any wish? How could you ever turn him down?

You couldn't and that's why you aligned yourself a little better at him and got on your knees, placing a pillow underneath him to be a little higher and better to penetrate.

“Good boy.”, you praised him, making him twitch the slightest bit before you started to move your hips against him in a merciless and ruthless way, hitting his prostate dead on. It was as if someone pushed a button, because suddenly Jimin moaned out loudly, placing his hands over yours to feel you better while you drilled into his hole.

He felt delirious. The onslaught of pleasure was too much for his little mind to take and when you freed one of your hands to grab his cock, he knew he was done for. His eyes rolled back and he could feel drool dripping out of the corner of his mouth, the tears in his eyes finally falling while you started to pump your hand up and down.

“Harder! Harder!”, he hiccuped, choking a little on his own saliva but he couldn't care less, not when you made him see stars and gave him exactly what he wanted and needed. You complied to his wishes and took it up a notch, each thrust powerful and hard until you hit him with the last and most powerful pound, pressing the toy right on his prostate, making him absolutely explode.

He came with a guttural and loud cry which ended in the most delicious moan, the sound of it so sweet and delicious it could compete with Mozarts most beautiful symphony. He came all over himself, the white liquid all over his chest and even reaching his chin, his body limp against the already wet sheets, his thighs twitching wildly.

He opened his eyes tiredly, they were clouded, clouded with sex and fog, making it hard for him to even comprehend where he was. Did he blackout for a second? He felt as if he was on cloud nine, his body weightless, his mind elsewhere.

You couldn't help but smile at his state, slowly leaning down and licking up the cum from his chin. “Thank you Mommy”, he whispered with a hoarse voice, making you smile warmly before you kissed him with your cum stained lips.

“Anything for my Minnie.”

@boywithluv

T a e h y u n g

G i v i n g

Breath play

Caning

Edge play

Pet play

Sensation play

Sensory deprivation

Cockwarming

Biting

Anal

Facefucking

Overstimulation

Bareback

Nipple play

Choking

Dirty talk

Double penetration

DVP

DAP

Breeding

Food play

Gags

Spanking

Whipping

Cream pie

Intercrural sex

Messy sex

Mirror sex

Teasing

Worshipping

Praising

R e c e i v i n g

Biting

Role play

Dirty talk

Worshipping

Praising

Low vibrations were heard from Taehyungs room, alarmingly evident and loud on the empty hallways of his dorm.

Your body was glistening, a thin layer of sweat over your skin, just as Taehyungs, as your bodies were tightly pressed against each other.

You sat on his lap with spread legs, right in front of a big mirror, a pink wire coming out of your pussy, the tiny remote control glued on your thigh with some tape. You didn't know how many times you came already, everything a big blur in your foggy mind.

You approached your fourth orgasm this night and you had no idea, not even knowing how long you already sat on Taehyungs lap, his raging boner pressed against your lower back, the stickiness of his precum soiling your skin.

How could he hold himself back this easily?

Especially when he himself was feeling pleasure – a bullet vibrator was in him too, buzzing against his prostate, making his tip leak with more and more precum.

You were dying, with every stimulation the vibrator gave you and he was fine, exploring your body just the way he liked.

His lithe fingers traveled from your collarbones down to your chest, groping them rather harshly – making you yelp and fall into his hold even more, your back rubbing against his chest. He smirked against your skin at your pathetic attempt to voice your feelings out, his pearly whites digging into your neck.

You cried out, a tiny tear rolling down your cheek but there was just a muffled sound leaving your lips, making Taehyungs grin even more diabolical. The mix of pleasure and pain made you gush out, your juices leaking down your clenching hole and down between your cheeks.

“Hard to talk when your mouth is filled with a gag, isn't it?”, he cooed at you, looking at you through the mirror and directly into your eyes.

Your reflection was the only thing he looked at right now.

“But I know how much my little baby loves the drool to spill out of her mouth and down her neck, right?”, he cooed once again, his right hand traveling up to your ruined neck, smearing your saliva into the bite mark he gave you.

“Am I not right, baby?”, he asked you once again and you knew he demanded an answer, so you nodded a little, feeling how your spit flowed down to your chest, making a mess out of yourself and making you glow even more.

He chuckled darkly, his hands engulfing your boobs once again to take your stiff nubs in between his fingers, rolling them between them and tugging on them exactly the way you liked. The stimulation shot directly to your core, making your clit throb with need.

He knew exactly what buttons to press to make you melt into his hold and he shamelessly used all his knowledge on you.

“Hmm..”, he made, his lithe fingers tracing away from your abused nubs to your pussy which was raining by now, your juices making an absolute mess out of you.

He didn't touch your pussy since he shoved the bullet vibrator into you and you were dying to finally feel him inside of you.

His cock, fingers or his tongue, you really didn't mind, you just wanted him.

You thought he was finally touching you, but his hand found the tiny remote control that was taped to your thigh, turning the vibrator one notch higher, making your thighs spasm and close your legs due to the sudden onslaught of pleasure.

You moaned highly against the gag, Taehyung placing his hands on your thighs to spread them apart, looking at your exposed core in the mirror, a sly smile on his lips.

“Don't you look fucking delicious, baby?”, he asked you, his voice strained as your sudden movements made him move too – the vibrator in him pressing against his prostate even harder now.

He couldn't get enough of that sight, you trembling and spasming on his lap, with your delicious essence leaking out of your fully bloomed pussy, so much that it already started to drip down onto the floor, thick strings coming out of your hole.

It was delightful.

“My baby's close again, isn't she?”, he asked you and you nodded eagerly, laying your head on his shoulder, whimpering and whining, saliva dripping down your mouth and making you even messier than you were before.

“Well... This time I'll accompany your little toy”, he suddenly said and before you were able to even realize it, he just slipped into your dripping heat and straight home, not having one ounce of problem to slip into you, his hand curling around your neck, pressing his pointer finger and thumb against the sides of your neck.

He moaned loudly and you came instantly as his cock was pressing against the vibrator in you and directly against your g-spot, making you tremble in his hold and clear liquid sprinkle out of your pussy – soiling the mirror in front of you. You saw white, your neck craned and you weren't in control of your body anymore, he immediately stopped with the pressure on your neck.

Taehyungs eyes widened and he cooed at you as you weren't able to come down from your high, his hands running soothingly over your inner thighs, stilling in you, wanting you to come down from your high.

“My little angel”, he eased you, one hand coming up to your gag and undoing it, the tiny ball falling and the gag dangling around your neck like a little choker. You gasped for air, now being able to breathe properly, the onslaught of oxygen doing wonders to your body.

“Are you alright baby?”, he asked you, kissing your neck to make you come down even more and relax into his hold and you nodded, one hand curling up to his cheek and guiding him to your lips.

He slipped his tongue right into your hot cavern, mapping it completely and curling his tongue around yours, enjoying the feeling of your tongue twirling around his.

When he deemed you okay enough, he put his hands on your thighs again and spread you for his hungry eyes that were glued to the mirror and to the point you both were joined and then he started to drill himself into you.

The noisy and vulgar sounds were so loud that they definitely could be heard from the hallway, your pussy was so slick that every thrust made a delicious squelching noise, making you cringe and hide your face in the crook of his neck.

It didn't take long for Taehyung to spill himself into you with a loud and dark moan, the vibrator in his ass helping him and throwing him into a mind-blowing orgasm while your velvety walls milked him dry.

He slipped out of you and panted heavily, watching his cum drip out of you and fall onto the floor, satisfaction filling his chest, a broad smile on his lips.

“That's my pussy isn't it?”, he asked you and you nodded, too delirious, too far gone to answer anything. He chuckled at you, kissing your cheek and placing you next to him on the bed.

He leaned above you, taking the pink wire that came out of your pussy and tugged it out while looking directly into your eyes, both your essences dripping down the tiny toy. He licked over his lips, turning the tiny thing off before he put it on his lips, his tongue dancing around it lasciviously, his eyes rolling back and a tiny moan escaping his lips.

Your mouth gaped open, watching him absolutely hypnotized, his pretty red tongue taking in every little drop of your and his cum. You looked at him with the biggest eyes, not really believing what you saw but he just grinned at you, his boxy smile spreading over his whole face.

“Fuck damn, the both of us just taste too fucking good to not to, baby.”

J u n g k o o k

G i v i n g

Caning

Sensation play

Sensory deprivation

Cockwarming

Dry humping

Anal

Facefucking

Bareback

Facials

Nipple play

Recording

Clothed sex

Dirty talk

Double penetration

Breeding

Cream pie

Intercrural sex

Messy sex

Mirror sex

Spanking

Teasing

Uniforms

Worshipping

Praising

Ice play

R e c e i v i n g

Pet play

Sensation deprivation

Scratching

Biting

Roleplay

Teasing

Uniforms

Worshipping

Praising

Ice play

“Fuck, your ass looks so fucking good when it's filled like that, baby”

You giggled cutely, making him coo at you as he put his free big hand on your ass, spreading your cheeks apart to reveal the beautiful heart-shaped gem that peeked out of your ass for the camera, the light that came from the camera making your skin look extra soft and the gem sparkle extra beautifully.

“Come on, wiggle your ass for me baby”, he rasped out, his voice darker due to the lust he felt for you. As you fulfilled his order, he bit down on his lip, suddenly heaving his hand up and slapping your ass, making you cry out in surprise, but you grinned regardless.

“Ouch, that hurt daddy~”, you chirped, moving your ass a little closer to his clothed crotch and against his growing boner, making him hiss at you, his bottom lip caught in between his teeth.

He enjoyed your little show for him, his hand running up and down your ass and then to your spine, his camera following every of his move, pushing your lower back down to make you arch your back and present yourself better for him and his camera.

He crouched a little, aiming the camera right on your exposed ass and dripping pussy, his fingers running up and down your wet pussy, making you moan, especially as he squeezed your clit in between his fingers.

His camera caught every little movement of your pussy and his fingers and Jungkook loved it. Loved the way he would be able to watch this little video of you whenever he was missing you and you weren't there.

He already knew he would jerk off to this video many times.

“Why don't you prepare daddy for you, baby girl?”, he asked you and you grinned widely when you eagerly heaved yourself up and crawled up to Jungkook, starting to unbuckle his belt and undo his jeans.

Now he was completely naked, just like you.

The camera was on you, filming your fingers dragging the zipper down, your fingers hooking underneath his pants and underwear – with one tug both were gone and his cock sprung free, slapping against his abdomen, leaving a tiny string of precum connecting his abdomen and cock.

You salivated at that sight alone, licking your lips and almost looking at his cock cross-eyed, as it was the only thing you looked at.

Jungkook was over the fucking moon that he caught that moment on camera because every time you saw his cock in all his glory you couldn't help but salivate and gush over it – you loved it too much.

He cooed at you, placing his hand on your cheek and stroking it the slightest bit with his thumb, your attention tearing away from his glorious cock and right into his beautiful face.

You both shared a look that no camera in this world would ever be able to capture, a look full of love and adoration for one another, making his and your heart flutter.

“Start.”

You happily did, starting to lick a bold stripe underneath his cock, pressing your tongue flat to the protruding vein on it, eliciting a moan out of him. You grinned a little, using more saliva than necessary as you knew how much he liked it when his cock was dripping. You started to kiss his tip all sensually and slowly, looking directly into his eyes before they snapped to the camera lens, winking into it while you took his tip into your mouth completely, making Jungkook chuckle darkly.

You loved being a slut for him, posing for him with your mouth full of cock.

His chuckle died in his throat when you started to lower your head, taking in his whole length into your mouth. A raspy moan left his lips when you choked around his dick, capturing the moment when your eyes teared up with his camera.

You were about to pull away from him when he suddenly curled his hand in your hair, grabbing it harshly and pushing you against his cock even more – making your nose touch his pubic bone and your throat choke around him erratically.

He moaned loudly, his voice breaking at the end as you choked extra hard, bucking his hips a little bit more into your mouth before letting you go, thick strings of spit connecting his cock with your mouth, your cheeks stained with tears.

He panted heavily, looking down at your messy state, a sick sense of pride filling his body as he made you that way.

“Fuck, you look so fucking good for me”, he praised you, placing his hand on your cheek, tracing his thumb over your bottom lip, “But if I keep on fucking your throat, I'll cum and we don't want that, do we?”

You shook your head eagerly, your hands in between your legs, your palms on the mattress to steady yourself a little.

“No no, we don't want that.”, you creaked out, your voice a little gone after he fucked your throat like that.

He chuckled at that, shaking his head a little at your cute behavior, “At least not yet.”

You didn't know what he meant, but you didn't really care as he ordered you to turn around once more.

“Spread yourself for me”, he ordered and you complied, holding yourself up with one hand while you spread yourself for him, exposing your clenching pussy and filled ass for his hungry camera.

He backed you up and put his free hand on the other side, spreading you fully, catching everything with his lense.

“You ready babe?”, he asked you and you nodded eagerly, rubbing your drenched pussy against his rock hard cock, causing him to moan.

He shook his head and took his cock into his hand, pumping himself a few times before he recorded himself entering your dripping heat. You both moaned in unison when he bottomed out. You clawed the sheets underneath you, feeling like the sudden attack of pleasure made you go insane. Jungkook wasn't any different, he thought he was going to cum any second as he felt the plug that was in your ass rubbing against his cock, making you even tighter as you already were.

“Fuck”, he cursed, gulping hard, before he rutted a little against you.

You moaned highly, feeling how he hit your g-spot dead on, when he suddenly stopped moving.

You looked back at him the best you could and he just grinned at you, his camera focused on your joined parts while he looked into your eyes.

“Fuck yourself on my cock baby”, he demanded and you moaned, throwing your head back, starting to move yourself against his cock, grinding a little and making his cock touch you exactly where you needed him.

“Ahh fuck yeah”, he moaned out, watching you with hungry eyes, “Back on that dick baby”, he spurred you on, making your back arch to take him in even deeper, causing him to grab your ass tightly, making you clench around his length.

You both moaned, the beautiful sounds and actions recorded by Jungkook to relive that moment over and over again in the future.

You fucked yourself stupid on his cock, your mind fogged by all the pleasure you felt, the plug-in your ass only providing it, both your holes filled to the brim. You were moaning and panting, your arms already gave up on you and you fell face-first into the pillows, your ass the only thing that was up high.

It was a fucking sight for Jungkook and he was more than happy that he was able to catch this intimate and absolutely sensual moment between the two of you.

“What a fucking good girl I have”, he suddenly said and stopped your movements, making you look up confused. You heard some noises and then you felt both his big hands on your ass, making you moan and wiggle yourself into his hold.

You missed both his hands on you and now that both his hands were on you, you knew he was about to fuck the life out of you.

And he did exactly that.

He spread your cheeks and spit right where you both were joined, only to drill into you at a rapid pace, making your body bounce slightly, the skin slapping sound deafening.

It was exactly what you wanted after you fucked yourself stupid on his cock – you needed him to put it to an end as you weren't able to do so yourself, his thrusts and aiming was unrivaled with as he hit your g-spot without even needing to find it.

His natural curve made it so easy and the plug that was in your ass only helped him to press against that delicious spot.

He pounded into you over and over again and you fell apart underneath him, moaning his name.

“Ahhh fuck Jungkook you're fucking me so so so so well~”, you slurred into the pillow, your hands traveling to your ass to help him spread yourself and to make him see you even better. He moaned at that, biting down on his lips and picking his pace up a notch, making the bed creak underneath you.

All of it was captured by the camera which was placed on the nightstand, both your joined bodies in perfect frame, everything seen but your faces.

“Jungkook Jungkook! I'm-I'm c-c-c-lose!”, you screamed almost, coming undone around his cock, the orgasm washing over you like waves, your body moving on its own, twitching the slightest bit due to the aftermath.

Jungkook groaned at the sight and he pulled out of you, pumping his wet length, the obscene noises filling your eardrums.

“Baby sit up”

You did as you were told, slowly sitting up, your body covered in a thin layer of sweat, your cheeks red and your whole body glowing thanks to the orgasm.

You looked up at him with big eyes as he grabbed your hair once again, aiming his tip right over your face, jerking himself off.

“Wanna cum on my face?”, you asked him a sweet voice and he moaned, releasing your hair and grabbing the camera to point it right on you.

You grinned lazily at him, opening your mouth and showing him your tongue. Everything for Jungkook and the camera.

He hissed harshly, grabbing his cock even tighter, a moan that you always heard when he was close coming over his lips.

It started low and it got higher and higher until he released himself on your face, his cum hot on your skin, a few droplets falling into your mouth.

He painted your face white and you smiled brightly at it, savoring the feeling and the taste of his cum on your tongue.

You licked over your lips, your eyes closed as some dripped on your eyes too.

You looked fucking hot and Jungkook couldn't help himself, he moaned again and grabbed his phone, only to snap a picture for himself too.

He leaned down to you, the camera held in a specific way so the both of you were in the frame and then he kissed your with cum stained lips.

“Damn, I love you so insanely much.”

“I love you too Kook, but please get me a towel.”

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bybibucky · 5 years

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Give Me All - Pt. 6

Bucky Barnes x reader Modern AU

After a series of disappointing wanna-be doms, you give this last one a chance and he not only makes you forget every man you’ve ever been with but also your own name.

word count: 4.8k

warnings: smut (18+ please), language, daddy kink, BDSM, oral (f receiving), rimming (f receiving), spanking, ruined orgasm, wax play, breathplay, subspace

A/N: I am back baby WHOO there are hornets building a home on the screen in front of my window and I don’t like it at all also we are about 30k into this fic and I don’t want to know what that says about me haha

While Bucky was an amazing dom, he was an expert at aftercare. He knew exactly how to bring you down from your high, how to get you back into the real world from subspace. It was a routine he was still working on but he’d found out a few special things and knew when you required them the most. And after this particular scene, were you especially in need for his attention and comfort.

“This is going to be the most intense I’ve ever gone with you,” he’d told you, “it is especially important that you tell me when it’s becoming too much.”

You’d told him you were up for it, which you honestly were, but you couldn’t help but wonder what exactly was it that made him this anxious to stress your bond of trust. Then, he pulled out the candles.

He sat you down in your usual playroom in the club, the plush carpet tickling your skin, and talked to you for a long time about everything he had planned and its risks, to all of which you agreed and acknowledged, before he made you pick colours and scent.

But he didn’t start with the candles right away. First, he had you lie back on the carpet where he had all the access he needed to strip you of your clothes and underwear. There were no restraints or rules when he coated his strong hands in massage oil and began to rub them over your stomach up to your breasts. You sighed blissfully as his fingers ran across your nipples. He lightly blew on them, making them even more tender from the cool air.

“Daddy, Sir!” you gasped and he spurred you on.

“Go on, pet,” he said in a low voice, “go under for me. Let go.”

The room was hot and stuffy, thick from the tension in the air. It wouldn’t take long for you fully submit, you felt it deep within your core like never before.

“I want you to let go, today, baby girl,” Bucky said, “You’ll be safe with me.”

You opened your eyes to look fiercely into his. “I trust you completely.”

Bucky smiled. “Good girl.” And his hands wandered down in their quest to have you shuddering beneath them, finding your thighs, spreading your legs, before they went up towards where you wanted him the most. He didn’t give in right away although you knew he wanted to. This was going to go on forever, you sensed.

You weren’t close just yet, though definitely getting there, and when he pressed his hands against your clit hard, spreading your wetness all over, rubbing and rubbing, he leant down towards your ear and whispered, a smirk on his lips, “cum for me.”

And you obliged. You hadn’t been fighting it off until he granted you permission like you usually had to. This time, you came on command. Thrashing and moaning under his hands you came, the release just for him.

“Oh shit, baby girl.” Bucky’s voice was hoarse; he was holding himself back, you were sure. “So good for me. Let me clean you up.”

You noticed his absence as he went to the adjacent bathroom to get a towel but barely felt him cleaning your body with it. Too preoccupied was your mind with the aftermath of your orgasm. You were gone for. He’d fuck you into oblivion, maybe even more so than ever, but you weren’t afraid. He had you.

You’d vowed to let go tonight, but you were already under mostly. With how exhausting your week had been, how dark your thoughts had been lately, the subspace he got you into often was a welcoming place.

“Colour, baby?” His eyes were searching yours for a sign of discomfort, but you felt better than ever before.

“Very green.”

He gave you a smile again. “Good girl. You ready for more?”

You nodded. Bucky’s hands were clean and dry once more, but only until he brought them back to your where your legs were still spread for him. He got lost for a moment, toying with your still sensitive clit. You whined high in your throat when he rubbed you in a particularly good angle and he stayed there, giving in to your pleasure.

“Don’t come,” he told you and you didn’t have it in you to protest. Although his orders were cruel at times, you loved following each one.

You shook your head and he leant down to kiss you. Bucky kept it sweet, letting you bury your hands in his hair, as you made out like teenagers – safe for his hands on your pussy, of course.

“Turn over for me,” he said, “ass up.”

The rough fabric of his black jeans scratched our skin when he pulled you in by the hips. “You feel what you do to me?”

You nodded just barely, the movement restricted by the way he had shoved your face into the carpet. For that, he placed a harsh slap on your arse.

“How many times do I have to tell you to use your fucking words, huh, pet?”

“I’m sorry, Sir!” You ended your sentence on a shout, having been spanked again.

“That’s what I thought.” Bucky ground his crotch over your pussy, pulling your hips impossibly closer. “Will you be good for me now, baby girl? Follow all my rules?”

You gasped, “yes, daddy!”

There was no response other than him bending down to lap at your folds. You all but pushed yourself against him, his mouth on you was your favourite thing in the world. The carpet was burning your skin, your knees already aching and your face would soon follow but all you cared about was the pleasure.

“Daddy, please,” you begged for nothing in particular, only more. More of him, his hands, his smell, his tongue, his beard scratching your thighs, his everything.

And then, he spread your ass cheeks with his large hands, and licked a fat stripe up to your rear, circling your hole instantly.

Your surprised scream echoed through the room. “Shit, fuck!” Having not expected this, the shock of the new sensation sent you over the edge on accident. And Bucky pulled back to ruin your orgasm for you.

“Oh God, no,” you whimpered. “I’m sorry, daddy, I didn’t mean to, couldn’t help it.” Tears were threatening to spill, but Bucky distracted you with three more slaps to your ass. “You’re not being very good today, are you?” Disappointment lay heavily in his voice and he wore it with an unimpressed crease between his brows. “You’re not following my rules at all.”

“I’m sorry, daddy,” you promised, eyes searching out his eyes to prove it.

“That was your second strike,” he said, tone cold as ice to bring a shiver down your spine, “you disappoint me again, we stop.”

Your eyes widened. “Daddy–“

“Don’t you dare talk back at me.”

“No, Sir.”

He gave you a curt nod, settling back in between your thighs. “Now let’s try this again.”

The moment he went back to his actions at your other hole, you had to fight another building orgasm. This was so intimate, the sheer emotional weight of it had you close again. When he added his fingers, pushing them into your dripping cunt, you had to bite down on your tightly-closed fist to distract yourself from the pleasure.

Bucky pulled back. “Nuh-uh, I want to hear every noise you make,” he tutted, “don’t hide from me.”

You couldn’t keep it in any longer. “Daddy, please, let me cum. Shit, I need it so bad. Please.” Eyes closed, you were begging shamelessly. “Daddy, it feels so good. I need to cum. Please.”

“Begging won’t get you anywhere, you haven’t been a good girl, you know that.”

Grinding back, you practically rode his face, when he gave in to you again. Humming against your core, he shamelessly ate out both of your holes with a vigour that you should have been used to by now but that surprised you every single time he did it nonetheless. He was so good at this. Every cell in your body was fighting against your impending orgasm. Don’t cum, don’t cum. Fuck.

“That’s right, baby. Don’t cum.”

You’d said that out loud. His fingers were pumping into you in the most delicious way, rubbing up on all the places you needed him the most. You rode the edge like it was the last thing you were going to do but you needed the release more than you needed air. “Please, I’m begging you. I’ll do anything, daddy. Please just let me cum.”

Bucky pulled back altogether but continued his work rubbing your clit, fucking you with his fingers. “Anything, huh?” He smirked, although you couldn’t see. “Then why don’t you cum?”

It took you an embarrassingly long time to process his words but once you did, your orgasm catapulted you into a whole other dimension. Stars exploding behind your lids as you had your eyes drawn shut tightly, you all but exploded on his fingers. You had your face shoved into the carpet by the sheer force of it, shuddering as he brought you back down with gentle circles on your clit, withdrawing his fingers.

Bucky placed a playful kiss to your ass cheek, before carefully flipping you over again. Eyes searching yours, he asked, “you with me?”

You could muster a blissful smile, your own eyes glossed over just a bit, and nodded.

He mirrored your smile. “Colour?”

“Green,” you mumbled happily.

“Good,” Bucky replied, “I want to try something new.”

He pulled out the candles then, and you knew this was going to be, how had he put it? Intense.

The expensive smell of ripe strawberries with a hint of white chocolate filled the room, making the air even more stuffy so that now, your lungs felt heavy and your head almost like it didn’t belong to you. Bucky had your legs spread and knelt in between them without touching you. The first candle, one of the ones you’d chosen, hovered above your body a few inches away from your skin but you could feel the sharp warmth radiating off of it. Before he tipped it over, he put out the flame as to not burn you. With one last look, making sure that you wanted this, he let a few experimental drops pool on your stomach.

You inhaled sharply at the sting that instantly followed.

“Colour?” Bucky checked again.

When the initial pain slowly began to blend into pleasure, you knew the answer. “Green.”

Bucky relaxed. “Good girl.”

The smile you offered quickly slid off your face, when new drops of hot wax landed on your skin. With every one of them, the feeling became more and more bearable until you felt yourself enjoying it. Being at his absolute mercy always brought a thrill that you couldn’t find anywhere else, and this time, it was even more intense. With one small move of his hand, he could seriously hurt you but you were so certain that he wouldn’t, you felt yourself float even higher until you were finally entirely under in the space you’d never allowed yourself to enter as much as you did now. You trusted him, and that was the ultimate turn-on.

The pain was gone fully, and you were all too aware of how the plush carpet felt against your back, how his own warmth reached out to you from where he sat between your legs, how the hardened, cold candle wax stuck to your skin, how it cracked under the movements of your breathing, and how much you loved him.

“I love you, too.” Bucky leant forward to press to your stomach, tenderly stroking your thighs in the process. “So good for me, baby. I’m so proud.”

You nodded; it was all you managed, but Bucky understood.

Turns out, peeling the wax off again had a whole other pain to it that you’d thought. As Bucky worked carefully, the hard substance pulled at your slightly damaged skin. Although, he followed every inch with kisses, and that made it much more pleasurable. He always played with contrasts like this, knowing it fucked with your mind. The way he fucked you hard but kept his movements slow, how he spanked you fiercely but told you he loved you, and, your favourite, how his hands were both warm and cold at the same time.

He pulled at one of your nipples with his teeth, drawing a surprised moan from your lips. Bucky was done playing, he wanted to go on. “Can you stand?” he asked, although he didn’t give you the time to reply as he picked you up and carried over to the bed.

“Hm?” you mumbled at the sudden movement.

Bucky looked down at you. “Are you still with me?” he asked.

It took you a while to answer but eventually, you nodded.

“Can you give me a colour?”

You were floating so high you weren’t certain you even have a body anymore. There was a permanent smile stretched across your lips, and your mind was occupied by one thing only: him. So the answer wasn’t very difficult to find, only hard to put into action.

“Y/N?” There was a hand around your chin tilting your head up so you could meet Bucky’s eyes.

“Green,” you breathed.

“Are you sure? Let me bring you some water.”

The cold liquid was at your lips a moment later and you gulped most of it down, not having realised how thirsty you’d become. It helped clear your head enough to ask for a kiss.

Bucky obliged happily and pulled you closer, his hands cupping your face. “I love you,” he mumbled against your lips and kissed you lazily for a few more minutes, before he pulled away.

“I love you, too”, you then said and Bucky couldn’t help the smile that lit up his whole face, that much you noticed even in your hazy state of mind.

“Are you ready for the next part?”

He made you drink some more water before he went on. During your kissing, he’d pulled you up on his lap. You noticed by the way you had to tilt your head down to reach his lips. The fabric of his jeans was still scratching your thighs when you rocked forward against his crotch. Bucky was still hard in his jeans, to a point where it must be painful now, as he hadn’t done anything to relief the pressure. You instantly felt bad. As you moved down his legs to get better access to the zipper, Bucky took hold of your hands.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m returning the favour, I’ve already come three times, and–“

He tightened the hold on your wrists. “Which one of us is calling the shots again?”

Your head dropped in shame. “You, Sir. I’m sorry, daddy,” you whispered. “Is this my third strike?”

Bucky lifted up your hands so he could kiss them gently. “No, doll. You are so good for me right now, wanting to please me. I’m not mad.”

Relief washed over you, but you shook your head to get rid of the feeling. Looking up at him, you waited for his next command.

“Give me a second,” he said and stood up from the bed to take off his pants. He came back with your collar. Your eyes widened and your heart set out a beat. He hadn’t put it on you again after the last time, when he had gifted it to you.

“Do you want to put this on?” This was always a question he asked before the big things. You nodded vigorously and could barely stop yourself from reaching out to it.

With a proud smile on his lips, Bucky gently strapped the expensive leather around your throat and tightened the clasp just in the right place, where you felt it with every breath you took. It was tighter than last time, you noticed but found this better now. You had your eyes closed during his actions, feeling the collar against your skin, his breath mix with yours, his warmth radiating and keeping you warm in the slightly chilly room. Your nipples stood to attention and Bucky leant down to nibble that the skin of your breasts, pulling at your nipple with his fingers. “So good for me,” he mumbled against your skin so quietly it was barely audible. Blood was rushing in your ears and you were floating again, almost as high as before.

“Do you trust me, darling?”

“Yes,” you whispered, nodding so you could feel the collar strain pull at your neck lightly.

Your eyes were still closed, tightly now, when he pulled you up on his lap again. He was sitting up against the headboard of the bed while you sought out balance with your hands gripping his shoulders.

“Open your eyes,” Bucky ordered softly, “I want to see them.”

You obliged, and could see the desire in his own, pupils blown with lust and hunger.

“I want you on my cock, now,” he said and your heart skipped a beat. The aching pulse between your legs you felt for him grew stronger, desperate to feel him inside you. Bucky tightly gripped your hips and lifted you up over his cock, before giving you a nod to go on.

You were holding onto his shoulders for dear life, the muscles straining under your fingers, as you let yourself sink down on his length. The movement was so slow your thighs were burning with it and you’d for sure be sore the next day, but none of that crossed your mind. You were focused on him only, the way he stretched out your walls in the most delicious way, settling perfectly at the just the right places, you were almost close again.

Bucky pulled your hips back and forth, so that there was enough friction to have you both panting and moaning, holding onto each other, but not enough for you to slip out of him. “Keep up that rhythm, pet,” he said.

Then, his hands were on your neck. You were struggling already to continue your movements. Certainly, your brain would soon turn to mush. It was more intense than you were used to and it only grew stronger when, just like last time, he pulled the collar back, so the heart-shaped metal was pushing against your throat. It wasn’t enough to constrict your airway, but it was enough for you to throw your head back, moaning helplessly. You couldn’t stop it if you tried.

“You like that, baby?”

A high-pitched whine was the only reply you managed but Bucky wore a proud smile nonetheless.

“You want more?”

Your vision was swimming so you closed your eyes, ignoring it. “More,” you breathed.

“I’m giving you ten seconds,” he said, and wrapped his whole hand – the flesh one – around your throat and squeezed. It wasn’t hard enough to bruise but hard enough to make breathing difficult for you, and when you stopped being able to bring air into your lungs, he counted backwards from ten. Eyes locked on you to make sure you were alright, he brushed back the strands of hair that had fallen from your braid and into your face. The feeling was barely there with all the other sensations you were going through, but you breathlessly hummed in bliss. There was little sound to it and Bucky took it as a sign of distress.

He let go of you at once, tilting your head to meet his eyes. “Too much?” he asked, suddenly slightly panicked, “tell me your colour.”

You shook your head. Both, to make him stop worrying and to clear your thoughts enough to choke out a “green.”

Bucky relaxed instantly. “You are being so good for me, baby girl. I love you.” The words were followed by a gentle kiss to your lips, which you instantly returned, almost on instinct.

“Do you want to try again?”

“Mhm.” Words were out of the question now.

He had his flesh hand around your throat a moment later and your eyes fell shut again. Before he tightened his hold, Bucky let out a strangled moan.

“Baby, slow down.” There was a hint of amusement in his tone and you only understand what he was talking about when both his hands gripped your hips tightly to halter your movements. You had been rocking your hips much faster now, unknowingly chasing an orgasm you weren’t allowed. You mumbled an apology but Bucky beat you to it.

“It’s okay, just go slower. I don’t want to cum yet.” And with that, he had both his hands on your neck, thumbs crossing over your windpipe, your pulse heavily beating under his hold. He didn’t give you a chance to prepare, when he squeezed again, stopping your breathing. He could feel tiny amounts of air dragging into your lungs under his palm and he couldn’t believe his luck. You moaned with the last amount of air you still had in your lungs and vaguely listened to him counting to ten.

This was much better that you had imagined. Trust was the feeling you felt first and foremost, even lust and love came after at this moment. You were fully at his mercy though all you could see when your eyes crossed paths with his was pure adoration and pride, and love. He wasn’t going to harm you ever, and that knowledge almost sent you over the edge. But the ten seconds were over and he let go again. Pulling air into your lungs felt almost too intense now, everything around you suddenly felt closer, it was like your nerves had grown tenfold, everything was heightened beyond your imagination.

“Daddy,” was all the only word you could think of to bring across your thoughts. But he understood just fine.

He let you rock your hips again the way you wanted. “One more time, baby? One more time and then you can cum.”

You nodded vigorously at that. “You, daddy.”

Bucky pressed a hazy kiss to your temple. “Yes, doll. I’ll cum, too.” He took a second just to get lost in the way you felt around him, squeezing him like he had your neck, eyes closed, meeting your thrusts. Then, his hand was back at your throat, the other around your lower back, pulling your closer, helping you ride him. “Baby, I can’t wait to have you cum on my cock. You feel so good.”

You nodded helplessly, so close to the edge you could practically taste it.

“I’ll give you fifteen seconds this time, okay?”

You weren’t in the condition to answer it but you wanted it, so much. Nodding again, because that was the only reply you could give, you screwed your eyes shut when he tightened his fingers around your neck one last time.

“Baby, fifteen seconds then you can cum,” Bucky said breathlessly, “God, I’m so close.”

He was counting again, and with every passing second, you were floating higher and higher, losing all grip to anything and everything around you except Bucky. You felt the orgasm creep up slowly but so, so strongly from deep within you, shooting up into every single nerve ending in your body, and had Bucky not finished counting, you wouldn’t have been able to hold it off any longer.

“Fifteen, baby,” he gasped, “cum for me, darling. Cum.”

You didn’t need to be told twice as the orgasm washed over you in a powerful wave that catapulted you into a feeling of nothing but absolute bliss. Bucky emptied himself inside you, bottoming out completely, holding you close. You felt every drop of his hot load filling you up, marking you as his, and you were coming still. It seemed to go on forever without becoming too much. You were utterly gone for and didn’t notice anything around you except for that bliss.

This time, it took you much longer than usual to return to a fully awake state. Bucky would tell you later that while you were conscious enough to answer his questions, your replies had only been in the form of weak whines and moans. Whenever he touched you, you slightly jumped at the contact, overstimulated to the maximum, but sought out the comfort a second later.

He had a whole routine for this. Aftercare was the most important part, he had told you once, and while you rarely noticed most of it, you knew he had a deliberate system for every situation. Today, he lifted you off his cock and ever so gently manoeuvred you onto the bed so you were comfortable. He went over to the bathroom to quickly clean himself off and wet a washcloth for you. He cleaned you carefully, starting with your face to get rid of the sweat and tears that had dried there throughout the session, and worked is way down your body. You hummed lowly at his touches and the kisses he left on your skin once an area was clean. Cautiously, he was quick in sensitive areas to avoid hurting you in any way. Bucky did this mainly for comfort rather than cleaning, as you were going to take a shower later or he was going to draw you a bath soon enough.

Once he was done, he drew up the blankets on the bed to cover you, you tended to get cold when coming down from your high. Bucky wrapped his arms around you, gently stroking your skin, all the while whispering sweet nothings into your ear. He told you how proud he was, what a good girl you had been for him, how much he loved you.

You began to stir awake then, and Bucky could watch your eyes get clearer, as your words began to be actual words rather than noises. He fondly studied you, making sure he hadn’t been too rough or demanding. And today, he asked you some questions.

“It wasn’t too much, was it?” There was a crease between his brows that you gently smoothed out with your thumb, shaking your head.

“Perfect,” you mumbled, “loved it.”

He knew you were going to be like this for a while. You usually needed around twenty minutes to be yourself again, but today had been more demanding on you. Bucky pressed a few kisses to your temple, drawing you in closer. “You were really under today, weren’t you?”

You nodded against him. “Felt like an out-of-body experience.” You started giggling.

“What?” he asked, a smile on his lips.

“I feel like a pile of over-cooked noodles,” you said, “I think you have to dress me and carry me to the car.”

Bucky laughed at that. “Who says we’re leaving anytime soon? I was planning on holding you here until you’re solid enough to walk again.” He moved, keeping himself up on his elbow to look down at you, suddenly serious again. He had to make sure you were fully okay before he was going to let you out of his sight. “I didn’t force you into subspace, right? I know I did a lot of very intense things today.”

You shook your head, lifting a hand to cup his cheek. “No, I don’t think I even noticed when I was under, I just was at some point. But I loved what we did. It made me trust you so much I thought I was going to cry.”

Bucky tilted his head. “You did cry,” he said, “well, not cry, but there were a few tears here and there.”

You shrugged. “What am I like when I’m under?” you asked.

He kissed you briefly before lying back down beside you. “It’s like you’re awake but unconscious at the same time, kind of hard to explain,” he said, “because you move and everything but when I ask you something, you need a long time to process it and then when you answer, it’s mainly nods or noises.”

“Am I weird like that?” you wanted to know, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

“Not at all,” Bucky replied truthfully, “at first, I was terrified that I had broken you, that I had gone too far or hurt you, but then I realised that you simply go like this because you need to. And to know that you trust me enough to fully submit to me, that you let go of all inhibitions and let me be in charge, that’s the best feeling in the world, I’m telling you.”

“Trusting you like this takes a lot of pressure off me, I find. I can’t make a wrong decision, I don’t have to think at all, I just do what you tell me to.”

There was a beat of silence before Bucky said, “we really are a match made in heaven, aren’t we?” to which you could only agree. Giggling like school girls, you got lost again in a frenzy of kissing and touching before deciding it was time to go home.

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underworldwitxh · 5 years

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#8 nsfw with bakugou please!

#8: "Like what you see?" 🍋🍋🍋NSFW🍋🍋🍋 Warning: Bakugou swears alot NSFW: Blowjob, PIV, rough sex, bdsm elements, Dom Bakugou/Sub Reader, Reader has boobs and vag, reader is female. (Will try to make it so theres no mention of skin tone so reader can be any ethnicity. I may fail but please know im trying)

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The morning had started out pretty normally you say. You woke up, got a change of clothes, took a shower and now you were making breakfast for you and your long time boyfriend Katsuki Bakugou. Who was as far as you knew still asleep in bed because of the very eventful day he had, had before. "Y/N? Y/N Where are you, you dumbass?" You could hear being called groggily from your shared bedroom "I'm in the kitchen babe, try and sleep some more? I'll come back to bed once im finished with these eggs." You call back.

A few minutes passes when you hear heavy footsteps coming down the hall. "Come on Y/N, come ba...." he trails off as he sees what it is your wearing. Before him all you're wearing as a lingerie set that was made to look like his hero costume. He could feel himself getting harder just by seeing your ass, which was barely covered by the bottoms. Your top half he, unfortunately couldn't see at the moment because you were wearing an apron over it to protect your delicate skin from grease splatters.

You turn your head and smirk at the current numer 3 hero "Whats the matter baby? Cat got your tongue? Dont ya like what you see?" You ask him innocently as you turn off the finished eggs and plate them up. You then make sure to completely face him as you take off the apron.

The low growl he admits to seeing your front half for the first time sends a thrill up your spin.

He couldn't believe what he was seeing, before him there you stood, in the most revealing lingerie top he has ever seen on you. Where the orange "X" is on his costume it looks like a shibari harness on your chest. Your breasts being compressed in the "X" because the breathable black undershirt he would normally wear is completely missing. On your wrists, where his grenades are you have two cuffs that have strong metal loops. The kind that fit perfectly in the harness straps that the two of you have hidden on your bed.

"Get in the bedroom now Y/N." He growls softly at you. "When I get in there i want you to have pulled our harness out from under the mattress and to have locked yourself in it. You may eat before doing that you did work so hard on preparing this wonder food. It'd be a shame to let it go to wast. Take yours with you in the room. After your done eating and have done as i asked. Call for me." He told you, his voice taking on a more dominant authoritative tone. You shivered and nodded.

You had just finished buckling the the last strap, with some difficulties, the harness you were now strapped in used you own body weight as a means to keep you in one position, it was an akward dance that was for sure. Thankfully the bottoms of your new set were crotchless so you hadnt bothered taking them off. Not that you would have anyway because you Sir hadnt told you too.

"Sir, I'm in my harness" you call out. Your voice soft and meek but still strong. You hear heavy footsteps coming back to you. "Now what am i going to do with you? Hmmm wondering around the house letting sll the neighbors see whats mine? Ah ah ah no speaking. I didnt give you permission to speak." He chuckles softly at your distressed whine, "Now then what to do with you? Hmmmm should i spank you? No no you'd like that too much. Hmmm should I.." suddenly Katsuki was above your chest his sleep pants and boxers dropped to the floor his hard length bobbing slightly in the air above your face. Through it all you keeped your eyes on his, not in a "assert my domain" way but more in a "I love you, let me please you. Please?" kind of way. Katsuki smiled down at you "Now tell me Peaches, how bad do you want me?" He purred to you. His voice getting gravelly.

He smirked hearing you whine as your arms struggle against their restraints, as you try so hard to reach for his hard cock. "Please Sir, may i have it in my mouth?" You ask your voice going soft. Katsuki could see in your eyes that you were starting to slip into subspace. "Peaches, what's your color? Do you remember you safe word?" Katsuki asked, "Green Sir and yes i remember." You tell him.

He smiles before grinning down at you "Good, then open up Peaches" he takes his dick and runs it over your lips gently back and forth. Once you open your mouth he starts feeding his dick into your mouth stopping every few inches to pull out and then go back in until he starts a very gentle rhythm of slowly fucking you mouth. "Mmmmm fuck Peaches your mouth feels amazing." Katsuki tells you through gritted teeth your tongue at that moment licking the underside of his dick head "Fuck Peaches do that again." He gasps out as you had accidentally nipprd the tip of his cock kissing his dick before swallowing it back into your mouth and waiting throat. Katsuki growled deeply ripping his dick out of your mouth, you always were an amazing cock sucker. Your lips were now a pretty red color and your chin and cheeks glistened with a combination of his pre-cum and your spit. "God you look so fucking beautiful like this Peaches. But lets see how wet you are for me, hmmm?" Katsuki trails his hands down from your hair over your neck, squeezing it gently and causing you to moan wantonly, over your chest making sure he palms both your tits, before getting to the apex of your being. The very center of you. By the time he got there you were squirming so much and whining with soft pleas to him to "please touch me Sir please, i need it. I need to feel your hands all over me. Please please" he smirked at hearing you beg for his touch so he did, on the thigh rubbing it softly but not touching you where you wanted him to.

He used his hands to spread your thighs apart so he could see your glistening core. "Aww look at that Peaches, youve made a mess of yourself down here. Hmmmm maybe i should clean you uo first before i stick my dick inside you? How does that sound do you want me to clean you Peaches. Use your words Peaches i need to hear you say it." Katsuki slapped your thigh lightly when you tried to give him a non-verbal response. "Please Sir, please clean me. *moans* please" your body twitches from every movement Katsuki makes against you.

The blonde smirks finally puts his hands on you, he spreads you open before lowering his mouth your center and taking a long lick, groaning at your taste "Fucking hell Peaches you always taste so good. Like my own personal candied peach. Fuck" he emphasized each word with a lick or small suckle on your clit. Your moans ratched up each time he sucked on your clit. He smirked again and went to work on you. He sucked you clit into his mouth while one hand went and slowly started to place a finger inside you. At that feeling of penetration your back arched and you tried to force your hips into Katsuki, the moans leaving your mouth sounding more and more wanton then ever before.

Kstsuki suckled on your clit, for what felt like hours but was actually probably only 3 minutes. He was bound and determined to make you cum on his face first before he started to pound your pretty little pussy. When he started to feel those tell tale signs that you were about to cum he redoubled his efforts. The scream you let out was so loud Katsuki was surprised the neighbors hadn't come knocking to find out whar was wrong. "You liked that Peaches, you liked cumming from just my mouth and fingers? Want me to make you scream like that again?" He asked as he lined himself up with your still pulsating pussy. He smirked when all you could do is nod and whine at him. He drew himself back before grabbing your hips and slamming into you hard. The resulting scream you let out was music to his ears and set the pace for the next few moments. "You like it when i slam my hard dick into you don't you my little cock sleeve" he demanded of you. All you could do was moan and nod because everytime you try to answer him he slams himself back into you just as hard as he had before. "Fucking answer me bitch you want me to make you cum?" He yelled at you slamming harder and harder. His fingers grabbing hard enough to leave bruises "YES! PLEASE YES PLEASE KASTU FUCK ME, FUCK ME SO HARD PLEASE!" You scream out your body feeling like your about to explode if you dont cum soon "FUCKING CUM THEN. CUM ON THIS COCK LET EVERYONE HERE KNOW WHO YOU BELONG TO FUCKING SCREAM MY NAME" Katsuki screamed one hand letting your hip go to start rubbing on your clit "ooooh fuck oooo fuck ooo Babe fuck im gunna cum please let me cum please Sir please" you beg "scream my name bitch scream it loud so everyone here can hear how much of a slut you are for my cock" Katsuki growls out at you his fingers rubbing against your throbbing clit faster and faster until finally the dam breaks and your cumming "OoOOOo FuCK KATSUKI FUCK OOO BABY IM CUMMING PLEASE BABY BABY CUM WITH ME I WANNA CUM WITH YOU" you scram out your hips arch up into his. He roars his climax his hips pounding down into you one last time as he emptied himself inside you. He groans softly as he pulls out, seeing his cum slowly drip out of your pulsating and twitching hole. "Fuck babe you look so hot" he tells you as he unbuckles you from the harness "you feeling ok? Need me to run a warm bath? Maybe get you a bottle of water?" He asks softly running his hands over your sweaty hair smiling down at you as he gently runs his hands across you in a soothing manner. "Yeah but i think your going to have to carry me babe. I cant feel my legs." You both chuckle and he gladly picks you up and carries you into the bathroom setting you down on the toliet to take care of business and so he can start the bath for you, he adds some epsom salt to the water along with some of your relaxing bath fizzes. Once youve finished your business he helps you get undressed and into the bath "I'll bring you a bottle of water and a small snack ok baby? I love you" he whispers that into your hair as he heads towards the door. "I love you more" he hears you call back. He smiles and goes about grabbing you some water and a snack. He also takes the time to put the harness back where the two of you store it.

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