#and he is flailing and aroused as we speak

[chxrrylime]

Could we get some Daddy Soap or Ghostsoap x reader aftercare HCs?

Why not a little bit of both? ♥

Ghost x Soap x M!Reader ↪ 938 words — 18+ / SMUT.

Content tags — cis male submissive reader, cis male dominant daddy Soap, cis male dominant Ghost, daddy kink, aftercare, praise, and degradation.

Soap

The first time you call Soap daddy is purely an accident. He’s balls deep inside you, hips rocking hard and making you see stars. Your cock’s trapped between your stomachs, and the divot of his abs is a small, sweat-slick valley that stimulates you just right. 

You’re so close to coming, clawing at his shoulders and making him groan. He bites down on your shoulder and you cry out the word instinctively.

You’re absolutely mortified when he pauses for all of a second before bursting out laughing.

That couldn’t be a good reaction, right? He was going to laugh at you and kick you out of bed for being a weirdo—send you and your daddy issues packing.

You freeze up at first before trying to push him off of you. Trying to get away and hide—try and preserve what bit of pride you have left, if any. But he catches your flailing wrists easily, shushes you and tries to get you to calm down, pinning you to the bed.

“Hey, hey, hey, you’re alright, lad,” he coos, soothing you down, his big hands gliding across your shoulders, petting through your hair. His face goes from serious and concerned to a mild smirk before, “daddy’s gonna take care of you, huh?”

You blush, biting your lip with a frown as you try to turn and press your face into the pillow, the eye contact flooding you with stinging embarrassment. Soap just hums, caressing your cheek. He’s still hard inside you, and rocks his hips ever so gently, making you whimper.

“S’okay, baby boy. This is what you want, yeah?” You nod and he tsks at you, making you flinch, worrying you answered wrong somehow.

“Use your words, love.”

“Yes, sir—daddy…” you breathe, and he groans deep and rumbling in his chest.

He fucks you stupid after that, seeing how many times he can draw that word from your lips. He cums and doesn’t even soften and you swear you’re gonna go insane when he keeps fucking into you.

When the both of you finally finish he snuggles up against you. Big spoon. Pets all over your body until your breathing evens out. He apologizes for laughing—didn’t mean it any wrong way, just shocked him is all. 

But he promises you he’s more than okay with it. And even if you had any reason to doubt him, the way he’d managed to rail you twice in a row without pause washes all of those doubts away. 

Obviously, he’s into it.

Ghost

Now, when Ghost finds out about this little development between you and Soap? Well, Ghost has a very specific kink.

The man loves to third wheel the whole daddy thing. Loves to wrap his strong arms around you, chest to chest as Soap rails you from behind, making you cry and moan while Ghost equally mocks and praises you.

“Daddy’s cock feel good, love?”

“You’re taking him so well, right fucked stupid, hm?”

“Always such a fuckin’ slut for daddy, so easy for him.”

“Look so good stretched out on daddy’s cock, baby.”

His deep voice is always like a growl pressed against your ear, and it makes liquid arousal run down your spine, makes you clench tight around Soap’s cock as he rails you.

It affects Soap, too. You can feel his dick twitch and kick inside of you each time Ghost speaks, says daddy in that deep timbre. Can feel the shaky panting breaths against your back as his hips stutter. 

Ghost & Soap

With quickies or post-mission adrenaline induced fucks, aftercare isn’t always a big thing. Sometimes all it is from either of them is a rag produced to wipe off any cum and lube before collapsing into the bed to sleep, all of your limbs entangled and sweaty bodies pressed close.

However, with particularly long fucks or actual sessions and scenes that the three of you have planned or talked out, aftercare is a big thing. Ghost doesn’t always directly involve himself sexually in scenes or even regular sex, but likes to be present and hold either of you, talk you through it. So in cases like that he’s usually the one getting up to get water and snacks and a warm wet cloth to wash you both off with. 

When Ghost does involve himself, trying to get him to do much of anything after coming is a feat in and of itself. You’ve never seen him with his guard so low. He could still throat punch one of you at full strength, sure, but he’s usually eyes closed on the border of sleep and heavy as a boulder.

And so it’s those times that Soap is the one limping out of bed to grab the necessities. Ghost will roll over to hold you in his arms and murmur little praises and jokes in your ear while you wait for Soap to come back.

If you’re somewhere with a tub, Soap really likes to take baths with you after particularly heavy or intense sex. He always makes the temperature of the water somehow perfect—never too hot to burn your already heated skin, but not too cold to shock your body out of its post-orgasm bliss. 

Ghost does not enjoy baths. He’s not that much bigger than Soap, but he doesn’t like how cramped he feels in them.

Instead, he likes to take cold showers after sex. If that’s something you’re into then he’ll hum contentedly when you step in with him, and likes to wash your hair for you. Pulls you flush to his chest if you start to shiver. Kisses your neck with his far too hot lips.

#modern warefare 2 #modern warfare #soap x reader #soap x male reader #ghost x reader #ghost x male reader #soapghost #mine #smut

[bupia]

Hii!! Inexperience Prompts 2 and 43 with a young cardinal copia with a sister

MASTURBATION

"I've never done this before..." - "Well neither have I." "Are you sure this is your first time?"

There's a smut under the cut, +18 only, please.

(Female!Reader: masturbation; semi-public masturbation [probably not semi-public at all but just in case]; oral sex: f-m; dirty talk; Italian swearing; cum swallowing)

Available on AO3

Day 18 | Day 20

You paused in front of Nihil's office. You needed to speak with Cardinal Copia, and you were aware that during lunchtime, he typically occupied that space. With a sense of formality, rapped your knuckles on the wooden door three times to announce your presence. You grasped the doorknob, gently pushing it walking into Cardinal Copia's office.

"Excuse me, Cardinal," you began.

The Cardinal's reaction was one of sheer alarm as he nearly tumbled out of his chair, his hands flailing in the air as he grappled with the sudden shock of your presence. His chair nearly tipped over, and he struggled to regain his composure while trying to slide his chair back to his desk.

"Are you... okay?" you asked, your voice reflecting your genuine concern, your brows furrowing with worry.

"Sì, sì, perfetto!" he replied, though his voice quivered with nervousness as he attempted to readjust himself in his chair.

"Cardinal..." you said, starting to move closer to him.

"Stay back!" he interrupted, raising his hand to halt your approach.

"Cardinal, you're really worrying me," you insisted, taking a few more steps toward him.

"Per favore!" he pleaded again, looking at you with a wide-eyed, almost fearful expression.

You walked towards him, genuinely concerned about his strange behavior. As you approached, his hand raised to stop you once again, but you continued moving closer, ignoring his plea for distance.

"Cardinal, please," you implored, trying to understand what had him so flustered. "Tell me what's going on. You're acting so strangely."

He struggled to compose himself but ultimately couldn't hold it together. In a nervous and hurried movement, he stood up from his chair, and his already unbuttoned pants fell to his ankles, revealing his throbbing erection. Your eyes widened at the unexpected sight, and then you quickly averted your gaze to maintain some level of modesty. He fumbled to pull his pants back up, covering himself with his hands, his face a deep shade of red.

"Per favore, sorella, mi dispiace... I..." he stammered.

"That's okay, Cardinal," you tried to reassure him. "We all have our moments."

"I didn't know someone would come at this hour," Cardinal Copia stammered, attempting to offer an explanation for his behavior.

"I'm sorry?" you replied, confusion still etched on your face.

"No, per favore," he said, his voice trembling. "It's not your fault."

As you glanced down at his exposed hardness, his face reddened with embarrassment, and he quickly used his hands to shield himself once more. The awkwardness of the situation seemed to hang heavily in the air.

"Should I... go?" you asked hesitantly, your gaze shifting towards the door.

"No, you came here for a reason, sì?" Cardinal Copia responded, his voice trembling slightly as he attempted to regain his composure. He reached for his pants again. "What made you come here at this hour?"

You found yourself momentarily speechless, your thoughts dominated by the scene before you. The unexpected and arousing situation had momentarily driven your original reason for visiting his office out of your mind.

"I... I came here for some guidance," you continued, your voice trailing off. "Do you want some help?" you inquired, feeling a strange sense of desire.

Cardinal Copia gasped at your question and looked at you in disbelief. "W-What?" he stammered.

"Nothing," you said, shaking your head. "I... maybe..."

He sat back in his chair, a mixture of surprise and uncertainty on his face. "That... that would... could... probably... perhaps be good."

You considered the situation for a moment before leaning in closer to him. "Do you think so?"

"I have never done it before, but..."

"Well, neither have I..." you replied, lowering your body in front of him. "But... I could try?"

As you knelt in front of him, he went with his hand to your face, gently caressing your cheek as he gazed down at you.

"Are you sure you want to do it?" he inquired.

You nodded, showing your determination. "Yes, I want to."

He sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Bene," he said, excitement in his eyes. "I... We can do it then."

You slowly ran your hands up his thighs and took hold of his throbbing hardness. Cardinal Copia's reactions were immediate, and you felt his hips jerk upward as you began to stroke him. A slight giggle escaped your lips, and he blushed deeper, his grip on your cheek growing tighter. As you continued to stroke him, your eyes locked with his, and he moved his hands to the arms of the chair.

"Does it feel good?" you inquired, biting your lower lip.

"Sì, but... a little saliva would be... good," Cardinal Copia replied.

His request for some saliva made you nod in understanding, and you leaned in, moistening your lips before carefully applying your saliva to your hand. You resumed stroking his length, your movements now even smoother as you maintained eye contact. Cardinal Copia's breathing grew heavy, and you could tell he was growing increasingly aroused by your touch.

Your hand continued to glide along his length, fingers glistening with saliva, as you maintained a steady pace. Cardinal Copia's breaths were becoming more erratic, and his body language revealed his growing arousal. As you looked up at him, you could see the desire in his eyes, a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment. The act was illicit, and the thrill of it added to the intensity of the moment.

"Cardinal, you're so hard," you whispered, maintaining your rhythm.

"It... It's because of you, sorella..." he sighed. "M-Maybe you could go a little faster?"

You nodded and began to quicken the pace of your hand's movements along his length, stroking him with more urgency. Copia hissed, drawing in a sharp breath, his eyes closing as he leaned his head against the back of the chair. Meanwhile, your other hand gently caressed his thigh, applying a slightly firmer pressure.

You moved your hand back to his length, stroking it more firmly now, and he let out a long, pleasured groan. His hips moved in rhythm with your hand, and you could feel him getting closer to the edge. Cardinal Copia's breaths were coming fast and shallow, and he couldn't take his eyes off you.

"Sorella, you're doing so good," he gasped, his hands gripping the arms of his chair tightly.

You smiled and increased the pace of your strokes, feeling his begin to shudder. You bit your lip and leaned in closer to his member. His eyes widened open in anticipation as you slowly parted your lips, giving his tip a gentle, lingering kiss. Copia couldn't help but let out a soft whine, and his hand moved from the armchair to your head, holding you in place, as he succumbed to the feeling.

You teased his tip with your lips, planting soft kisses on it, making Cardinal Copia squirm in pleasure. His grip on your head tightened as he guided you down further, and you took more of him into your mouth. His breath grew heavier, and his moans filled the room.

"Per favore, use your mouth," he whispered, his voice filled with longing.

You nodded and took his member into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head. He groaned loudly, and you could feel his hips twitching with excitement. Cardinal Copia's grip on your head tightened as he guided you up and down his length, thrusting into your mouth with a growing urgency.

"That's it, sorella," he whispered, his voice trembling. "Use your mouth... make me... oh, Satan..."

You continued to pleasure him with your mouth, bobbing your head up and down as he moaned and gasped. His eyes were locked on you, watching your every move.

"Are you sure this is your first time?" he asked.

You pulled him off your mouth and looked at him. "Yes, I've never done it before."

With a mischievous grin, you returned to your task, your mouth returning to his length. You continued stroking and teasing him, licking the tip of his member. Cardinal Copia let out a deep sigh of pleasure as you continued to pleasure him with your mouth and hands. He moaned in pleasure as you continued your sweet torture, giving him a blend of sensations that left him breathless.

"Per favore... Don't stop..."

He didn't need to tell you twice. You stroked, licked, and sucked him, feeling him shiver with every sensation. Your tongue swirled around the head, savoring the salty-sweet flavor that danced on your taste buds. As your desire deepened, you opened your mouth wider and took him inside. You began by sucking him slowly, gradually increasing the intensity.

Cardinal Copia's moans grew louder as you continued to work your mouth on him. He squirmed in his chair, gripping the armrests tightly. Your mouth and hands worked in harmony, driving him closer to the edge. He was clearly enjoying the sensations you were giving him, his body responding with involuntary shivers.

"Cazzo!" he exclaimed, groaning. "Your mouth is so warm... It feels so good."

You continued your seductive motions, slowly taking him deeper into your mouth, your hands working his shaft as you skillfully moved up and down on his member. With each deep, deliberate suction, Cardinal Copia became increasingly consumed by pleasure, his moans giving way to incoherent gasps. His hand on your head, he guided himself deeper into your mouth.

"Sì, sì, suck my cock... Just like that... Merda! How can you be so good at it, sorella?" Cardinal Copia groaned in lust.

Cardinal Copia pushed you down onto his length, holding you there, and a slight gag escaped you, prompting him to grip your hair firmly. He pushed himself even deeper, and you began to choke. In the midst of this, you pulled your head off his member, coughing slightly, gasping for air, a thin line of saliva connecting your mouth to him.

Cardinal Copia's eyes locked onto you, and a devilish smile slowly spread across his lips. "Such a good sorella... Sucking my cock with that sinful mouth," he praised, his voice heavy with desire. "You're so good at that."

He lowered his body toward you, capturing your lips in a hungry, passionate kiss. The taste of him lingered on your tongue, mingling with the taste of his kiss. Your arms wrapped around him, pulling him even closer as your tongues danced together in a fiery embrace.

"If you keep sucking my cock like that..." he began whispering, breaking the kiss. "You'll make me want to fuck you right here," he admitted, his voice laced with temptation.

You moaned in response to his words and leaned in to steal a quick, passionate kiss. Then, you lowered your head once more, beginning to suck him with increased urgency and intensity. His member grew harder and harder inside your mouth, and he couldn't help but let out loud moans of pleasure. His hand pushed your head further onto his length, causing you to gag once more. He took control, guiding your head up and down on him.

"Cazzo! That's good, sorella!" he exclaimed.

You gazed up at him, meeting his eyes as his face contorted with pleasure. His hips began to move faster, and his lust-filled gaze remained locked onto yours. The expression on his face left no doubt about how thoroughly consumed he was by the pleasure you were providing as you expertly sucked on his length.

"Merda, I'm going to cum... Is it okay if I cum inside your mouth, sorella?" Cardinal Copia gasped, his need growing overwhelming.

You did your best to nod, your head continuing to bob up and down on his length. His hips involuntarily bucked as he reached the peak of pleasure. With a final groan, he released himself into your mouth, and you dutifully swallowed every drop. Cardinal Copia leaned back in his chair, his chest heaving, completely spent. He looked at you with awe and satisfaction.

You continued to suck him gently, savoring his essence, making sure to satisfy him entirely. When you were certain he had finished, you released him and looked up at him with a grin.

"You truly are a talented novice, sorella."

"Did that help, Cardinal?" you asked playfully.

Cardinal Copia gazed down at you with a hint of amusement in his eyes. "It most certainly did, sorella," he replied with a satisfied grin. "Perhaps you should visit the office at lunchtime more often for such divine guidance."

You chuckled softly, enjoying the playful banter, and stood up. "Maybe. But I'm afraid that now I need to go back to my duties before someone starts to miss me."

He adjusted his clothing and nodded. You rubbed the back of your hand on your mouth and lowered your body, pressing a gentle kiss on his cheek. You turned your back to him, but just as you were about to leave, he called out for you.

"Wait!"

You turned to face him, a curious look on your face. "Yes?"

"D-Do you... Would you like to come back later and meet me here?"

You pretended to ponder his question for a moment, then lifted your habit, slowly and sensually slid your panties down, and hung them on the doorknob. You sighed and replied, "I'm afraid I will have to, because I think I forgot something at Papa's office."

Cardinal Copia watched with wide eyes as you hung your panties on the doorknob. His cheeks turned a shade of crimson, and he stammered, "A-Ah, sì, I see... I understand. So, you'll be back later for that... item, then."

You smirked and gave a playful wink. "Indeed, Cardinal. Until then, take care."

With a playful sway of your hips, you turned and left his office, leaving Cardinal Copia in a state of bewildered arousal and anticipation.

Part 2 soon.

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[soulofapatrick]

Teasing Kisses - Stiles Stilinski (NSFW)

Summary: Seeing Stiles handcuffed does something to the were fox in you 

Words: 1.4k

Warnings: Smut; blowjobs 

Y/N's POV:

"Mmmmm, what do we have here?" I lean against the door to Noah's office, watching as Stiles is trying to uncuff himself.

"Y/N! Thank god! Can you get me out of this!" He begs, bambi's eyes widening, "Dad wouldn't let me go with him, Jordan and Scott."

"I have a better idea." I prowl towards him, grinning at the smell of arousal slowly filling the office. He swallows as his cognac eyes flicker down to my lips before he licks his own, taking a step towards me before being stopped by the handcuffs. I stay just out of reach, watching as he squirms and struggles before saying, "Sit."

He looks around before pushing some of Noah's papers aside and settling himself on the desk before I slot myself between his legs. His legs wind around my neck, pulling me so close that a beautiful friction is created, causing both of us to groan. He goes to kiss me but I pull back, liking the frustrated whine he lets out because I'm in charge and I barely ever like to take charge but the were-fox in me reacts to seeing Stiles tied up and helpless.

I lean forwards, pretending to go kiss Stiles but I duck last minute, nipping at his neck and lapping at the moles across his pale skin which causes his hips to buck forwards. It presses his growing erection into my thigh and I growl, grabbing his chin and slamming my lips to his in a heated and dirty kiss. He goes to rut his hips against mine but I grip them almost painfully tight while our tongues fight for dominance, his moans being swallowed. I whine, my hips jerking when his free hand slips into the small space between our bodies and he squeezes my hard dick. I bite his bottom lip almost too hard as I grab his wrist, pinning it to the table.

"You left Y/N to go get Stiles?" I hear Scott ask Noah as footsteps get closer outside the station.

"Yes why?"

"They're probably fucking on your desk."

"Language young man." Noah speaks to Scott as if he were his own son. Stiles groans but pulls me into another bruising kiss as we both hear the door to the police station open. I comply, pulling Stiles' hips against mine because this is getting good and I don't want to stop but a clearing of a throat has Stiles reluctantly pulling back, "So you two...?" Noah asks as my eyes focus on the trail of spit still connecting mine and Stiles' lips. I ignore Noah and follow the trail as Stiles starts to talk, drawing his lips back to mine and cutting off his words. He lets out a squeak but does kiss me back because I know he feels it, the growing want for each other - more than a human want.

"Y/N." I shriek as Derek appears, using his alpha voice that has me yanking myself away from the emissary. The suddenness of it pulls Stiles from the desk and we both flail until we're standing shoulder to shoulder with heads bowed.

"We'll have a conversation about this later," Noah tells us sternly but Derek touches the sheriff's arm and whispers something to low for me to hear, even with my inhuman hearing, "Home now, both of you."

"I'm so blowing you when we get back." I whisper so Noah doesn't hear, but Scott groans and Derek growls. Noah glances at them then at us but I ignore him as I use a claw to undo the handcuff, grabbing Stiles hand and beginning to drag him away.

"I... I don't even want to know." Noah sighs, rubbing a tired hand over his face.

"Just don't go home for a few hours." Scott pats Noah's shoulder with a grimace. It's Stiles dragging me towards his jeep, the arousal drifting from him still filling my sense of smell and turning me on even more than possible. The ride home is almost unbearable and I have to keep shifting myself in my jeans which causes Stiles' gaze to burn through me and his arousal to heighten.

As soon as we're back both of us are out of the car nearly before Stiles parks it, racing upstairs to his room before I'm shoving him into his desk chair. He glances at the bed, mouth open to ask but he shuts it when I kneel between his legs, pushing them apart. His hips buck in anticipation but I hold them down while sucking the tent of his erection through his jeans. He whines, hands gripping the arms of his chair tight as I continue to tease him until he's begging.

Finally taking pity on him I pull back to unzip his jeans, rumbling happily when he obediently lift his hips for me to pull his jeans and boxers down in one go. Before he can do anything I swallow as much of him down as I can, looking up at him between my lashes as I suck him. He lets out the hottest moan I've ever heard, making my hips rut against his leg as I suck, groaning around his length. My eyes flutter shut when he places a hand between my shoulder blades, thumb stroking over the back of my neck where the mating bite is traditionally given. It turns me in even more and in approval I drag my teeth lightly down his length, making his hips jerk and me gag.

I have to pull off him after a while and I growl out, "If you keep rubbing that spot with your thumb I will have to pin you down and ride you raw," I continue to get him off with my hand as I lean up, bringing my lips closer to his, "I'll make you fill me up so much it'll leak out around your dick and I'll mark you so good everyone will know you belong to me."

"Oh fuck," He drags me up into a dirty kiss that has his back arching up for more than just my hand but also because he's close, I can tell by the way his dick is twitching in my hand so I pull away from the kiss. Keeping my eyes locked on his cognac ones as I lower my mouth back onto his dick, finding I can all of the nine inches now which has him tugging at my hair almost painfully as I begin to rut against his leg, "Y/N..." He throws his head back, mouth falling open in a broken moan of my name and eyes slipping shut as he comes, the sweetly salty liquid hitting the back of my throat. It makes me gag a little and some runs out the corner of my mouth, dribbling down my chin as I swallow what I can. I suck him dry, only pulling away when he taps at my shoulder, whining about being too sensitive.

I bury my nose in the side of his hip as I get off against his hip, wanting so badly to come.

"Y/N..." He tugs on me, pulling me into his lap and undoing my jeans, pulling me out and licking his hand before wrapping it around my dick. I move my hips with his hand, my hands gripping his shoulder and he swallows every single moan in a kiss, nibbling at my bottom lip. He moves his lips down to my neck, licking at my pulse point which has me purring because he's scenting me. I feel my toes curling when he rubs his thumb over the head of my dick, digging it into the slit a little, before he bites hard at my pulse point. That's all it takes for my back to arch into his hand, crying out and my nails digging into his shoulders probably hard enough to leave bruises.

It takes a few minutes for me to come back to myself and immediately I'm groaning because Stiles is licking my come from his hand, leaving the streaks on his face there as he asks breathlessly, "Id let you do all of that to me any day."  

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[midnightlitterateur]

Our Lady of the Lash

Pairing - Abdirak/oc m/f

Summary - A late night confession gets a little out of hand.

Warnings - bdsm, whipping, restraints, oral sex (fem receiving), penetration, voyeurism, bleeding, aftercare.

18 +

“Do you have a moment,” an uncharacteristically nervous Leah asked as she lingered in the doorway of the Pains makeshift chapel. The wreck of a room was sparsely lit with candles, just enough to make out the face of the priest of Loviatar.

“Of course, I have time for all of the penitent. Come child, sit.” He shifted over on his bunk and made room for her to sit beside him, brushing the blanket clean and placing down the book that he had been reading. “You are a true soul, yes?”

Leah nodded and took the offered seat beside him, “I was here earlier and I heard what you said to Tav about…”

Abdirak nodded sagely “I remember. Our eyes met briefly but I saw your pain. Your need for the lady's grace,” his voice was soft and it invited her to trust. “Unburden yourself.”

Leah cleared her throat and tried to find the right words and once she found her voice they began to tumble out, “I was…I gave myself to someone because I thought that I would die if I didn’t. That this person would kill me…They took me - roughly. At the time I was disgusted with myself for letting it happen but I couldn’t stop thinking about it - about him… I went back for more - I mean, they told me to…the things I let him do to me…things I would never have thought that I could…It’s almost as if I was - am, frozen, like I couldn’t feel anything unless it was with him. I think about him - a lot. I know I should hate him but I don’t. I want to but I just can’t. And that’s it really I just can’t feel anything.”

The priest placed his hand on her shoulder, a look of concern clouding his features. “Oh, my dear. I will gift to you the kiss of the lash, child. It has a way of releasing those…emotions that we have trouble giving voice to. As we offer our pain to our lady of the lash so she releases us from it”

She understood his meaning entirely. It was similar to what she had shared with Gortash. After the cruelty, after the sex, it left her bare and she had sobbed openly into Gortashs hairy chest and he had held her close until she fell asleep. It was what she needed, it was what she missed. “What do I need to do?”

Abdirak bade her to stand and disrobe, “we must come to our lady Loviatar naked and willing, dear one.” she did as she was told and allowed him to shackle her raised arms, elongating her lithe body. “Yes, just like that,” he positioned her body as he whispered and murmured to his goddess, covering her naked back in blessed oils he began to pray. When he had finished he took Leah's hips in his skilled hands and pulled her close, “are you ready?” he whispered, his warm breath tickling her ear.

“Yes,” she breathed, steeling herself for what was to come.

Leah sucked in a gasp as she almost jumped out of her skin at the first lash of the flail. She knew he was holding back, testing her tolerance for the pain but this was not her first joust - so to speak.

“Breath deeply, child! Let her love wash over you like a cleansing wave.” His eyes lit up with religious fervour as he delivered the willing penitent to his goddess.

He struck again and this time she cried out, the sting of the nine tails igniting the same arousal that Gortash was able to inspire. Sweat broke out on her pale skin and she moaned as she felt the next lash of the whip. It was far more savage than the last, it made her scream and sob in agony, it lit a raging fire between her thighs, “Again, yes! Again” she wailed.

“Yes! Yes! Sing her hymns my child! Offer yourself to the maiden!” The final lash of the flail was the fastest. It made his penitent shake the chains that she hung from as she screamed her devotion. He noticed with an erotic satisfaction that her skin had broken and thin stripes of crimson began to appear. The blood began to flow in narrow rivulets down her toned back and his balls tightened. She was utterly impressive and the shudder that ran through him told of his goddess favour.

Leah was so ready to be fucked into the middle of next tensday. Usually Gortash would take her further at a slower pace but the priest had given her what she wanted and now she needed to be finished off. She felt his hands slide down her ribcage and grasp her hips. As he spun her around to face him her erect nipples scraped torturously across his flail ornamented chest. “Praise the goddess,” she sighed and smiled at the skilled torturer.

“Oh you are a pious little treat, aren’t you?”he remarked as he held her close. She could feel his cock through his robes, it poked insistently into her in her belly. He was incredibly aroused and of course so was she.

“I am so wet right now,” she whined, begging him to use it. Her gaze flicked between his eyes and his lips as she leaned in to claim them.

“Sex is not how this ends, sweet one.” He made no move to extricate himself from her willing body though.

“You’re solid as a fucking rock, priest. Don’t tell me you don’t want it.” Leah moved her body, using it to provoke a reaction.

Confliction clouded his features but he tried to remain stoic “keen arousal is often a by product of worship but we must not give in to the temptations of Sune,” he swallowed, passing a dry tongue across his lips as he stood captivated by her heaving breasts. His actions however, belied his words as his clammy hands cupped her generous tits, weighing them approvingly in his palms. Seemingly making up his mind he leaned in.

His mouth covered her pink nipple, drawing it into his mouth. Sensually devouring them each in turn as his penitent gasped in pleasure. “Oh, sweet child,” he breathed “you are a gift, surely.” The Lovite met her lidded gaze and sank down to his knees beneath the beauty of her naked form. He parted her folds with his thumbs and pressed his face to her cunt. Placing a chaste kiss to her swollen bud and inhaling her perfume deep into his lungs.

“Mmmm” she hummed as he suckled on her clit, her teeth grazing her bicep as she nuzzled her skin, losing herself in his tender ministrations when he began to lap at her vulva. Fervently exploring her with his tongue he let the delicious tang of her juices cover it.

Leah gripped the chain above her head and arched her neck, “Uhh, so good,” she sighed and gasped with untold pleasure as he worshipped her cunt. Using her body as a profane altar to sinful delight he held her hips and lifted her onto his face with ease, forcing his tongue inside of her. Eliciting a guttural groan of pure lust as the Pain tongue fucked her hole. It jabbed and swirled within her, making her hips buck as she rode his long, sinuous oral digit to a raging climax.

Leah couldn’t take much more, “I need your cock, priest.” She loudly gasped, desperately needing to be filled by his rigid dick. She whimpered pathetically as his hot mouth left her aching cunt. “Fuck me…please,” she wailed, as she watched the priest stand to shed the robes of his order.

His naked body scarred by years of worship pressed against hers as he cupped her cheeks reverently, his grey eyes searing his desire into hers. They panted heavily against each other’s mouths but he denied her the taste of his lips, letting her wait before he plundered her mouth the same way he had done her cunt. Their tongues glided and danced over each other in an erotic frenzy, sloppily licking open mouthed in a filthy display of explicit profanity. It was disturbingly beautiful to watch. When he tried to pull away Leah bit his lip hard before she let him go, licking his blood from her lips.

He lifted her thigh and held it against his hip, letting her feel the slippery head of his cock against her before he gripped it in his fist and shoved himself in, wasting no time in finding his stride. He set a savage pace but it was nothing she couldn’t handle, she simply wrapped her legs around him and met his every thrust. Moaning in bliss as he bottomed out inside her. He was good - so good she forgot where she was and let herself go. Cursing and screaming her intense pleasure, howling profanitys between deep passionate kisses and bites.

Abdirak himself was not given to loud displays of sexual pleasure but he matched her volume and more as he ploughed her mercilessly, so much so that they had drawn an audience.

“Yeah, go on priest! Give her one!” The small crowd of goblins gathered at the door followed their mouthy leaders' cue and began to catcall the illicit couple. At the back Astarion and Shadowheart were gawking open mouthed as they enjoyed the pornographic tableau before them.

Leah was too far gone to care as was Abdirak. Their cheers only spurred him on as he fucked his captive lover with wild abandon. She screamed for him over and over, into the cold air of the ruin and into the heat of his mouth until he approached his own peak “Out,” he commanded breathlessly to the small pack of onlookers and he cast darkness upon them. This moment was not for their eyes but for hers. “Look at me, dear one” he asked, desperately trying to hold off until she unscrewed her eyes. Those sad, beautiful eyes that had caught him so off guard earlier that day. Her eyes flickered open and she smiled triumphantly, watching him pull out and spray his seed over her belly with exquisite intensity, grunting with every pump of his cock.

Gently he unshackled her wrists and put her down carefully, making sure that he was steady on his feet before he scooped her up in his arms and placed her on the narrow bunk. Leah's arms wrapped around his neck as he lay beside her and she quietly sobbed into the crook of his neck.

“Let it out, dear one,” he crooned as he stroked her damp hair, “Let it all out, you are safe here in her glory.” As he spoke he bestowed upon her the full blessing of his goddess, hard earned and well deserved.

“Thank you,” Leah sniffed, “for everything.” Abdirak smiled benevolently and kissed her sweetly on her forehead, “The pleasure was all mine,” he whispered.That night she slept safe and sound in the Pain of Loviatars warm embrace.

#abdirak #abdirak bg3 #loviatar #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #archive of our own #baldur’s gate 3 #bg3 #smut #my writing

[broadcastbabe]

We’re playing ‘Boarding School Panty Raid’ tonight, with a twist. Our foreplay games are usually re-enactments of missed opportunities from your adolescence. You may not believe you can change the past event, but you can certainly entertain yourself with trying. I must say I enjoy the apocryphal stories of sex denied or amusing mishaps you witnessed and want a re-run to shift the details in your favor. I am always up for the role of the girl that got away, because I am guaranteed a vengeful or long overdue orgasm for you, our sexual hero and leading man. Tonight, I am revisiting my school girl look… tight sweater, short skirt, knee socks, Mary Janes, and surprise… white cotton panties. In real life, I am usually without them to keep my availability at the top of your mind when we venture out in public. You do so enjoy flashing my state to other admiring men, if they haven’t figured it out for themselves. The point of tonight’s scenario is a good old-fashioned panty raid, where a mob of frat boys plunder the lingerie of a defenseless sorority to take possession as trophies. It’s just you and me, so the story is we’re the only students in the dorms, because everyone else went home for the holidays. I’ll spare you the details of far-flung divorced parents we suffer in common.  Of course, I am studying, when you come by to borrow my notes from our mutual sex education class. Coincidentally and conveniently, we are studying BDSM this coming quarter, so you pepper me with questions about my own experience with the syllabus’ unfamiliar glossary. After we smoke the joint you brought to thank me, I confess I have always been intrigued by the practice of being subdued by ropes. Half-kidding, you suggest we do our homework, and we eye each other before collapsing into the giggles of being stoned. Excusing yourself to retrieve something from your car, I finish the joint and fantasize about our teasing. Returning, you don’t remove your ski mask, and the skein of clothesline rope speaks volumes, while you have gone silent. My heart races as you grab my wrists and treat me roughly, as I am wrestled to the bed. I protest and struggle for effect, pleading for mercy as you pin me down. Glaring at me, you murmur 

“This is what you want… right?” hypnotizing me with your intensity. I feel my panties dampen and realize it is exactly what I want. I nod my consent and struggle less as I am lashed spread eagle to the bed. You remove the mask… and it is not you. You have enlisted the assistance of our more than willing neighbor to add a threat element to this unexpected surprise. He and I have some history, and the familiar bulge reminds me of our good times. There has obviously been a sign off on your part to partake of me… and it’s hard to know who’s more thrilled about it. His breathing is ragged from arousal, my panties are even damper and I see you watching from the balcony above. This is hotter than a panty raid and your clever change-up has shifted the goalposts. I smile at you and shake my head in disbelief as I hear his zipper descending. The ski mask is back for the threatening stranger vibe and I am vulnerable to your agreed upon agenda. I struggle and protest for your benefit and to hide my own arousal from the turn of events. A new threat glints in his hand as he wields a sharp silver blade to slice my panties from me. I quiet myself when I feel the cool surface against my hips, on one side then the other. He looms over me with menace and strokes himself in the furrows of my drenched folds while he locks me in his gaze. I recognize this moment before entry, it always tapped into my neediness for penetration and my whimpers betray me again. He continues, thrilled by having me at such a disadvantage, prolonging the tease until I am verbal and demanding. One swift plunge, and I am moaning with pleasure as he makes up for lost time to satisfy me… and gratify you both. I can’t help but cum in these wicked circumstances and my flailing quivers are subdued by my captivity. There will be rope burns on my wrists and bruises on my ankles… but in this moment, it is all beyond good. He pockets my panties, zips himself up and quenches his thirst between my thighs, for old times sake. You appear at the threshold and he scampers off to avoid the conflict of such an interruption.

You rush to my bedside in character, with the protective concern of a friend who is chastising himself for his absence during the assault. You caress my face, kissing me in consolation… and speaking of how sexy I look in this predicament, how inviting my vulnerability is to you, how the luscious scent of my arousal is irresistible. I realize there is true life component you’re working through, since I am not being freed from my restraints. You inhale deeply and slowly unbutton my cashmere sweater to expose my full breasts for your nursing of the taut tips. My guttural moans are of surrender when your hand travels to my swollen pantiless throbbing as you nibble at my now-heaving breasts.

“So wet… for him? For me?”

“I’m confused by my arousal. I don’t know which way is up…”

“I can still make you cum like clockwork, baby.”

It his voice from upstairs now. Mind reeling, I begin to sort out the subterfuge. Your fingers plunge deep and I am breathless from the secondary intrusion so soon, but nonetheless desiring for more.

“Let’s make this more interesting, throw me your t shirt.”

You remove yours and my desire escalates at the sight of your chiseled chest. Catching his mid air, you cover my face with both, blinding me with the musky fabrics. It’s dark now, but you tell me the trauma of your boarding school discovery of a crush, tied to her bed, blindfolded and blissed out from some hazing from an undisclosed stranger. Brutal to witness and rescue her from a fate she was not disturbed by in those post-orgasmic moments. Your gallantry was rewarded as a life-long friend, but you always wondered about the less than heroic path you could have taken. He has joined you from upstairs and your voices both circle the bed as the sordid tale unfolds.

“If I hadn’t removed her blindfold, she would have never known it wasn’t the stranger… or me.”

“You promised…”

“I told our impatient neighbor… you’re very recent, and might I say, quite decent ex-lover, he could watch too.”

I swallow hard and see where you’re headed.

“But you won’t know, if it’s him again… or me.”

My moan is loud and lusty in anticipation of this win-win twist. I know I’m just a surrogate in your past life… and coincidentally, his and ours all of a sudden. I inhale to take in your pheromones and feel my heartbeat between my legs as I imagine either… or both of you delivering yet another climax of epic profundity to the girl of your scheming  dreams.

#bound #spreadeagle #mary janes #kneesocks #ropes #bed #blindfold

[hunxi-after-hours]

Reading QianQiu after passively reading enough of your metas that I got faaar too involved without *knowing* anything and I'm *loving* it, so thank you so much! Sort of trying to do my best to read slowly because I unfortunately don't know enough Chinese to read the original and the translation isn't complete (and MTL is not my thing, especially as someone who has worked in translation). Anyways, just wanted to let you know that I love you and your posts and thoughts on danmei, on YanShen, on *flails arms* literally everything. 🥺

Sadly, recently I've sort of seen a lot of anti-fujoshi sentiment around (blocked the tag, but then the guilt-tripping kept churning in my head, so I went down the rabbit hole of discourse and uh, you know how *that* goes), so I meant to ask you something, as you're one of the rare people whose intellect I deeply, deeply respect. I know you've talked about fujoshi and the history of that term in some depth before and I too have looked at other Japanese breakdowns of this thing, but I was thinking that...what *does* constitute "fetishisation"? When does it crossover from shipping into *that* territory? I...struggle seeing myself doing anything of that sort, not because of some egoistic moral purity but because... I've literally blubbered and sobbed, complete with very nice sounding hiccups, over these mlm stories, Hunxi, as I'm sure many of us have too! Maybe it's romanticisation of gay ships, but that's not similar to fetishizing, and mlm... *is* about gay romance so lol. I'm just confused about this deal: what's the line? Is there even one? Shouldn't fetishisation be a concern about...real queer relationships (I tentatively offer the example of idol-shipping) and not characters in fictional landscapes?

sldkfjsdlkj okay first of all anon I want to point out the deep, deep irony in asking someone who identifies as ace to weigh in on fetishization discourse, because someone out there deserves to get at least a chuckle out of that

secondly, I do want to reiterate that I deliberately avoided talking about fetishization discourse in this post precisely because I feel dramatically unqualified to do so, but uhhh sure, guess I'll throw my 0.2 cents below the cut, all imaginable qualifiers apply

let’s come at this sideways, so hold my hand, we’re going on a thought experiment:

let’s say, for purposes of discussion, that there is a man with an Asian fetish. for ease of caricature, let’s say he is a straight, cisgender white man with an Asian fetish. Asian women turn him on; he is interested in becoming sexually and romantically involved with Asian women; he experiences sexual arousal in the company of Asian women; et cetera, et cetera, et cetera

so a fetish is, by its dictionary definition, an object or person, physical or imagined, that causes sexual arousal. An Asian fetish means that Asian women, or perhaps Asian-ness in general (whatever that means to you), causes sexual arousal. still with me?

cool, because here’s the thing about sexual arousal: it has fuck-all to do with consent

arousal is a bodily, physiological response to stimuli (external or imagined), which means that, generally speaking, we don’t have control over what arouses us. people can become sexually aroused by stimuli (pornography, sexual contact) without wanting to be aroused at all. arousal is not a sign of secret consent, or secretly wanting sex. me being allergic to pollen isn’t an indicator of my secret hatred for flowers--it’s a bodily response to external stimuli. Likewise, arousal just happens--it’s an indicator of nothing more, and nothing less, than the fact that something has triggered a physiological response, and it happens to be sexual in nature

so back to our hypothetical straight, cisgender white man with an Asian fetish. he discovers one day that there is a pattern to his sexual arousal, and that he’s really, really into Asian women. okay

I don’t think there’s anything inherently, morally, existentially, metaphysically wrong with having a fetish, just as there isn’t anything inherently, morally, existentially, or metaphysically wrong with having allergies. so your body has a certain response to certain external stimuli, okay! the question that follows, then, is this: what do you do about it?

let’s say our hypothetical, straight, cisgender white man decides to learn more about Asia, since hey, he’s got a vested interest, right? perhaps he begins taking Japanese lessons, which leads to him taking Japanese history courses, which leads to him studying abroad in Japan, which leads to him to writing a dissertation, to getting a P.h.D., to becoming one of the foremost Japanologists in the Anglophone sphere (oh, let’s assume he’s an English-speaker too for simplicity’s sake). He marries his Japanese girlfriend of seven years and celebrates every other new year’s with her family, where he chats up his in-laws with his accented-but-fluent Japanese and never fails to delight the distant cousin who still thinks it’s wildly novel that this white man can speak Japanese and reference anything from history to memes.

He still has an Asian fetish, which becomes relevant in the bedroom, becomes relevant when his girlfriend suggests children and he thinks about it and says sure, you just got tenure and I’m a year away from it, if you really want a kid let’s have one, and anyway they’ve been married for three years so it’s not like this is anything new to them

but back to where we began, which is with a straight, cisgender, Anglophone white man with an Asian fetish. can we say, in this idealized, hypothetical scenario of interracial romance and domestic bliss, that he did anything wrong?

was it wrong of him to study Japan? no, gatekeeping fields of study based on ethnicity is pretty backward, essentialist, and counterproductive. was it wrong of him to date an Asian woman? no, since we’re assuming that their relationship is fully consensual and joyful. was it wrong of him, a straight, cisgender Anglophone white man, who enjoys all the intersectional privileges based on his race and gender and birth and presentation, to date an Asian woman? no, because no single individual person is responsible for global systems of hegemonic, imperialist, and heteropatriarchal power structures that have formulated over literal centuries of human existence. individuals may participate in these power structures; they may be complicit, participatory, rebellious, subversive, but individuals are not, by virtue of the accident of birth, responsible for the existence of structures that preceded them into the world

all of which is to say, I think our hypothetical, straight, cisgender white man with an Asian fetish who dedicated his life to studying Japan and married a Japanese woman has, well, tried his best. sure, his point of departure might have been sexual arousal, but he didn’t stop there, didn’t let that become the end-all and be-all of his relationship with Asian-ness

so it seems to me that the problem of fetishes is not that they exist, but in how we respond to them--which is to say, the transition from ‘fetish’ to ‘fetishization,’ the verbifying of the noun in question

fetishization is a problem when it reduces the object (or person, real or imagined) to nothing more than its sexual purpose. when Asian women are reduced to nothing more than sexual objects, flattening their complexity and humanity into nothing more than a thing that inspires sexual arousal--that’s a problem. or hmm, what else gets slapped with the ‘fetishization’ label... oh sure, why not--loyalty kinks (also known as fealty kinks, often seen in bodyguard-client dynamics, or soldier-commander dynamics, or vassal-lord dynamics). is there anything inherently wrong with enjoying those dynamics, or portrayals of these dynamics? no, of course not--these relationships can be incredibly powerful and moving, in fiction or in reality, and there’s a saying somewhere about babies and bathwater that seems relevant here. the point is, if you reduce these relationships of intense loyalty and devotion to nothing more than the fact that you get sexually aroused by them, that’s where I think you’d run into trouble

so, back to the original question: where does enjoying a mlm relationship in a text end, and fetishizing mlm relationships begin? well, if the above logic extends this far, then the line is drawn at the reduction of mlm relationships to nothing more than the consumer’s sexual arousal. the line’s a bit wonky in fiction/media because, like--look, if it’s pornography or PWP fic, the whole point of it is sexual arousal, and we are not getting into a discussion about the morals of pornography--but again, the line is drawn at action, and specifically action that affects other people. if our hypothetical, straight, cisgender white man with an Asian fetish decided not to go out of his way to do anything about his Asian fetish (we’re not going to condemn him for what he does alone in the privacy of his bedroom, but let’s say he doesn’t catcall Asian women or stereotype them or make advances upon them either), then like. idk, that seems fine to me, you’re not obliged to make a sexual fetish your life’s driving purpose either, that’s like saying everyone with a foot fetish has to become a podiatrist and uhhh that seems a little ill-advised but that might just be me

this is getting stupid long again sdflskdfjslk but I think the tl;dr of it is that it’s perfectly fine and normal to have a fetish, just be critically aware of how it motivates your actions and the way you think, speak, and act (and how your thoughts, words, and actions affect the people you interact with). reductive fetishization doesn’t have to look like catcalling women on their street based on physical appearance; it might look like a blockbuster movie that reduces other people, aesthetics, or cultures to sexualized and exoticized set dressing with no complexity or critical examination. it might look like romanticizing or sexualizing fictional queer relationships and forcibly projecting that fictional romanticization/sexualization onto very real queer people and attempting to reduce them to your personal fantasies, regardless of their own experiences, feelings, beliefs, and desires. it might look like blithely or belligerently ignoring cultural complexity and historical context in favor of the specific interpretation that turns you on

tl;dr for real -- just be respectful and aware of how your preferences and biases influence the way you speak and interact with other people, especially in fandom spaces, and idk you’ll probably be fine

#uhhhhhhh does this belong in the tag I'm throwing it in the tag #hunxi thinks about danmei and gender #idk I do think that danmei is very much about female fantasies and female desires in East Asia #idk how much of it is actually about gay men #the concerns over danmei literature appropriating gay male voices are valid I think #but it's also not something that most of us have any qualifications to speak on #tl;dr keep a solid head on your shoulders and don't make sweeping generalizations about people or culture based on portrayals in webnovels #um #tw fetishization discourse #I think? #that being said if folks could stop fetishizing 知己/知音 that'd be lit thanks

[nastybuckybarnes]

Monsters  -  Ten

Pairing: Dark!Bucky X Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes is a man who just wants to do better. But he can’t stop the monster from coming out every now and then. As a last and hopeless attempt at calming The Winter Soldier, SHIELD finds him something they figured would help. An innocent young woman with not a lot going for her. Or, The Winter Soldiers newest victim.

Warnings: Language, Violence, Injuries, Murder

Word Count: 2.8K

A/n: Here we go. The last part! Enjoy this. What a fucking ride. I will 100% answer any questions and write little blurbs if you guys want!!

THIS IS A DARK FIC WITH SEXUAL AND TRIGGERING CONTENT!!!

SORRY IF SOME TAGS ARE FORGOTTEN!!!!

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“(Y/n)? Honey? You in here?” Bucky hesitantly pushes open the front door, senses on high alert in case you make a hostile move.

“James?”

He walks slowly into the living room, smiling softly when he sees you.

“Hey,” he whispers. You eye him warily and he sighs.

“I’m sorry,” he begins gently, sitting down next to you, “I know what I did was wrong, and I know it looks like I chose her over you, but I’m here for you now. And I’m gonna be here for you as long as you’ll have me.”

You stare at him for a moment longer before grinning.

“You need me,” you state. He looks at you, waiting for you to continue. “That’s why you came back,” you elaborate, “because you need me. Because you know that Natasha won’t be able to handle you the way I can.”

He swallows hard, thinking back to the way Nat was appalled by the video.

“You’re right.”

You giggle, shaking your head at him. “I know. I know I’m right. I’m the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to you! You’d be lost without me and you’re now realizing it, aren’t you?” His guard is up in an instant, your outburst making him uneasy.

You get up off the couch to stand in front of him, hands on your hips.

“You hurt my feelings, James.” He nods, reaching for your hands slowly. You allow him to take them and watch as he presses gentle kisses to your knuckles.

“I know. And I’m sorry. And you’re right again. I do need you. More than I’ve ever needed anybody and that scares me.” You ponder this for a moment, thinking about all the pictures he received.

“How long were you with her?” He sighs heavily and closes his eyes tightly.

“A month. Maybe longer. At first, she was just something for the soldier when you weren’t there but... I’m not sure why I kept going back. I care about you, I really do.” You hum, pushing his hands away and straddling his waist.

You lean down, lips brushing over his just gently before you smile again.

“I fucked Steve last night. Several times.” A growl rumbles deep in his chest and you pull away for a moment, grinning wickedly as you see his eyes glaze over slightly. His hands grip your hips tightly and he takes a deep breath.

“Your best friend fucked me. For hours. Because you were too busy picking that stupid fucking bitch over me. That’s a lesson for you. I can get whoever I want, whenever I want. You need me, not the other way around. Remember that.” You push yourself off of his lap and walk to the staircase.

“In time you can have me again. But not now. If the soldier needs me, he can have me, but not you, James. Not yet.” He sits panting on the couch, eyes trained on your backside as you leave him confused and aroused.

You close the door to your bedroom and plop yourself down on your bed, ignoring the nagging voice in the back of your mind, the one that’s begging you to leave him. He hurt you, but he’s back. He must care about you or else he wouldn’t have come back, right?

As you’re pondering this, the window slides open with a soft thud. You turn to the sound, anger coursing through your veins as you see the redhead climbing into your room.

“What are you doing here?” You demand, uncurling your legs and climbing off the bed. She closes the window silently and holds her hands up in surrender.

“I just want to talk. Please.” You eye her warily but stay seated at the edge of the bed.

“He came home to me. He chose me. So if you’re gonna try and convince me that he wants you, think again,” you snark, hoping to hurt her feelings before physically hurting her again.

She shakes her head, sitting down slowly on the floor a few feet in front of you, giving you the upper hand if you wanted to get physical.

“He doesn’t deserve you.” You furrow your brows in absolute confusion at her statement. You were expecting a lot of things; yelling, screaming, insults, violence. But this is the absolute opposite of what you had prepared yourself for.

“You don’t even know me,” you scoff, shaking your head at her.

She raises her eyebrows at that. “I know about your parents. Your dad, the paranoid schizophrenic who abused you because he thought he was doing what God wanted. And your mom, the Narcissist who neglected you.”

Your hands start trembling as she brings up people who you’ve fought to forget. The people who made you the way you are.

“You don’t know anything about them. Or me. You’re just-” “Just what? Telling you the truth? Reminding you of the fact that you were raised by them, yet you turned out to be a beautiful, smart, independent young woman?” You look at her, uncertain of where she’s going with this but still angry at the fact that she knows about your past.

“You may have been raised by them, you may have had a difficult childhood, and you may be dealing with something that very few other people can understand, but that doesn’t make you a bad person. You’re not a bad person. You’re hurting, and you’re scared, and I know deep down that you know this isn’t a healthy relationship. But it can stop. We can stop this.”

You look down at your hands, her words bouncing around in your brain. The rational part of you, the part that you spent years trying to bring to the surface, tells you to hear her out, to listen to what she has to say. The other part, the part that has been clawing at its cage for years, tells you to punch her in the throat for even speaking to you.

“I love him,” you say. The words sound forced, even to you. She shakes her head and crawls forward, taking your hands in hers and looking up at you with honest eyes.

“You’re lonely, and he fills that void.” You shake your head, sniffling then glaring at her and wrenching your hands out of her grasp.

“You’re just trying to get me to leave him so that you can have him all to yourself!” Natasha falls back a bit, shaking her head at you and trying to get you to understand.

“No, (Y/n). After what you showed me... I know I’m not strong enough to handle him... I could never endure what you have.” You glare at her, calming down slightly at her admission and at the fact that she realizes that you’re stronger than she is. Mentally, at least.

“So what do you want, then?” You ask.

“I want you to leave him. I want you to pack your things and leave. You deserve so much better than him. I’ll help you go off the grid, start a new life. You’ve done it once, you can do it again.”

You shake your head at her, taking a deep breath. “I can’t. It’s too hard. I don’t want to try anymore. At least now I don’t have to hide anything. I can just... exist.” She crawls forward and rests a hand on your knee.

“You deserve to do more than just exist. You deserve to live, to have a life. And not be afraid of the people around you.” You let out a shuddering breath and nod.

“Fine. What is it exactly that you’re offering? You say you want to help me. Why? Why do you want to help me so badly? And how do I know you’re not just doing this so you can have him?”

She scoffs, the very idea of having him making her feel uneasy. “After seeing the way he treated you, I don’t want him.”

“How do I know you’re not lying.”

“You don’t. But I wouldn’t be here, begging you to leave him and offering to help you escape if I was lying.” She takes your silence as an acceptance of her words and nods.

“I’ve got a safe house set up. No one knows about it. I can take you there tomorrow morning and-” She stops speaking abruptly, rising to her feet and hurrying to the window. She looks outside then curses.

Three black SUVs pull up in front of the house, Fury stepping out of the one in front while two tactile teams get out of the other ones.

“They know I’m here. They must have followed me.”

She turns back to you, her face unreadable.

“We need to leave, now. If they know I’m here then they know I’m talking to you, trying to convince you to leave. I don’t know what Fury has planned but I know it won’t end well for you. Especially not after you stabbing James.”

You rise to your feet quickly, turning to the door as you hear footsteps clomp up the stairs.

“Out the window, c’mon.” You follow her to the window and right as she’s opening it, the bedroom door bursts open.

“Agent Romanoff.” Natasha freezes, turning around and staring at Fury.

“Fury,” she says, voice lacking emotion.

“I think you know what needs to happen here,” he says. Steve and Bucky come up on either side of him, Steve with his arms crossed over his chest and Bucky with a blank look on his face.

“I’m not going to let you get away with this. We’re supposed to be better than HYDRA. Kidnapping an innocent woman and conditioning her to become a fucking sex slave? No! That’s not us!”

“Soldier.” Fury nods to the two of you and Bucky walks over, prying you away from Nat.

“No! Let her go!”

You’re roughly tossed to the ground in the middle of the room and the Soldier grabs Natasha’s flailing figure, stopping her from moving.

“Captain.” Steve grabs you by the arms and hoists you to your feet.

The situation feels like a setup and you glare at the four of them.

“This is your fault!” You snarl, glaring at Natasha. She shakes her head desperately.

“No, (Y/n)! I didn’t know they’d come, I swear!” You shake your head.

“You’re weak people. You’re weak fucking people! You act like you’re all high and mighty but you’re fucking cowards who can’t deal with the problems you’ve created!”

“Oh, we can deal with them. You’re a prime example of that.” You stop squirming to stare at him, eyes widening as he pulls a gun from his pocket.

“You’re a fucking coward! You’re a pathetic excuse of a man and you’re going to rot in hell for everything you’ve done! For the lives you’ve taken! You’re going to die a slow and painful death and you’ll suffer!”

You stomp on the captain’s foot and he jolts back a step, allowing you to slide out of his grasp and onto the floor.

The click of the gun has everyone freezing and you stare up at the man holding the gun to your head.

“Nick, don’t! You’ve got no reason to kill her! Let her go! We can start her up with a new life! A new home. No one will know! Just please, she’s done nothing wrong,” Nat pleads, wriggling in the Soldier’s hold. His eyes are hollow, nothing like the steely grey you’ve come to know.

“She stabbed one of my best men and kidnapped my best woman. Why shouldn’t I?”

Your heart pounds against your ribs, each beat shaking your skull. Your fingertips tremble and your palms are clammy as you stare at the one eye of the man who means to kill you.

“Because then we’re the monsters she thinks we are. She’s scared. She’s terrified of us. But we can show her we aren’t the bad guys. Please.”

Your chest heaves and you can feel tears prickling your eyes but you don’t let them fall. If this is your last moment, you won’t let it be one of weakness.

“We have a chance to prove that we’re the good guys. Don’t pass it up,” Natasha whispers.

Fury eyes you for a moment longer, then glances over to the redhead.

She’s pleading with her eyes. He doesn’t look away from her as he addresses you.

“Miss (Y/l/n), we thank you for all you’ve done for us and your sacrifice, but the position is being terminated. We are no longer in need of your services.”

Nat’s opening her mouth to protest but a gunshot rings out loud and clear, silencing her before she could say a word.

Your body collapses on the carpet, red spilling from the hole in your head.

Natasha’s scream of anguish makes Steve visibly flinch, and the fight returns to her body.

“You fucking monster!” She shrieks, tears blurring her vision as she struggles to escape the hold of the monster holding her.

“All of you! You’re all fucking monsters! She was good! She could’ve restarted her life! You’re all disgusting fucking people! How could you?!”

She sobs loudly, eyes on your lifeless body.

“Agent Romanoff, it seems you’ve lost your edge. I think it’s time we re-teach you some things from your past.”

Fury nods to the doorway and the Soldier carries the fighting redhead out of the bedroom, stepping over your lifeless body as if it means nothing.

Steve clenches his jaw, nodding at Fury despite the little voice in his head telling him ‘this is wrong’. That voice gets silenced quickly when Steve remembers what you did and what your purpose was.

The four people leave the house, the Soldier shoving Nat into the backseat of an SUV while Fury gets into the passenger’s seat, a little red book in his lap.

He’ll make this right. So right that no one will remember a thing.

#bucky x reader #Bucky Barnes x reader dark au #steve x reader dark fic #Steve x reader dark au #Bucky Barnes x reader dark!au #Steve rogers x reader dark au #dark!bucky barnes #dark!fic #dark!au #dark!steve #dark!Avengers #dark!bucky #bucky x reader dark au #bucky x reader dark fic #Bucky Barnes x reader dark fic #bucky barnes x dark!reader #bucky x dark!reader #dark!reader #tw: character death #tw: murder

[mingishoe]

Disobey | S.MG

Summary: After you break Mingi’s rule he walks in to see you breaking another, he decides to punish you.

Genre: Smut 

Pairing: Mingi x Reader

Word count: 3.8K 

Smut Warnings: HardDom!Mingi, sub!reader, humiliation, sir kink, slight hair pulling, degradation, spanking, crying, jerking off, cum play, Mingi taking pictures of the reader, aftercare

Based on this dialogue prompt: “Do I seem like the type to give you a little spanking when you’ve done something wrong?” “No.” “Good, now open the toy box and pick one that hurts because you deserve a proper punishment for today.”

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You had tagged along with Mingi and the rest of the members as they went to visit Stray Kids at their dorms. 

They had been planning this for a while and when Mingi asked if you wanted to go you immediately agreed. Mingi was a little bit weary because he knew how much you liked their group. You would never admit it, opting to spare the feelings of your boyfriend, but they were your favourite boy group. 

When you first walked in, you stuck to Mingi’s side feeling way too overwhelmed as each of the members greeted you with a wide smile. You knew you were being kinda annoying so you slowly started to give Mingi his own space to talk to whoever he wanted. 

You were still really shy, only speaking when someone asked you a question. Chan had noticed your behaviour and sat next to you. He tried making conversation with you but noticed how you wouldn’t make eye contact as you looked away with flushed cheeks. He smiled fondly, thinking you were really cute, “Do you want anything to drink? We have lots of different things… why don’t you come with me? Is that okay?”

You agreed and stood up as he guided you to their kitchen. He watched as you stood awkwardly behind him, “You can hop onto the counter and I’ll find you something to drink.” 

Your eyes widened slightly because when you sit on the counters at the dorms, Seonghwa wants to chop your head off. You hesitate but you jump onto the counter as you watch Chan pulling things out of their refrigerator, “We have sodas, juice, or water. Which would you like?” 

You think for a minute before you see the juice box Chan is holding, it’s your favourite. “The juice please.”

Chan hands you the juice and you start to sip through the straw carefully. You can feel Chan’s heavy gaze on you as you're looking down at your feet. He thinks you’re so cute but he doesn’t want to say anything in case he scares you off, “Is it better in here? They’re being really loud out there, it’s kinda hard to think.” 

 You laugh softly and he thinks that’s the prettiest sound he’s ever heard, “Yeah, even if it was just Wooyoung and Mingi it would be just as loud.” 

Chan laughs loudly and you feel your nerves starting to fade away, “S-Sorry if I was being too shy or quiet… I’m just really nervous.” 

“Nervous? About what?” Chan cocks his head to the side as he walks closer to you, leaning against the counter next to you.

“You. Well, all of you.” Chan’s smile widened along with the corner of his eyes crinkling and you found yourself blushing at the sight, “Stray Kids is my favourite group. Don’t tell Mingi though because it’ll break his heart! But yeah, I just got kinda overwhelmed.”

As you spoke your voice started to get quieter and your cheeks got even more red as you avoided his eyes, “Ah, you’re so cute!” Chan suddenly exclaimed, his Australian accent coming out to make you have a heart attack. 

You whine softly but try to regain composure because you remembered Mingi was just in the next room. 

As you got more comfortable you got more touchy and you really didn’t think anything of it because you were touchy with the rest of Ateez, so to you it was just normal. Chan on the other hand didn’t know that so he thought you were flirting with him. You’ll admit, you may have been flirting just a incy wincy bit but mostly it was just some friendly banter. 

You and Chan talk for what felt like ever and you don’t understand why you were so nervous in the first place. 

Chan was really nice and funny and he was just as interested in you as you were him! He didn’t get annoyed with all your questions about him and their touring or the way you gushed about their songs and visuals… maybe even accidentally letting it slip that he’s your bias.

You watch with a fond smile as his cheeks dust a pretty pink as he’s smiling brightly, “Me?! Really? You’re so cute I could die!” 

You yourself didn’t really think too much about the way Chan was talking to you because for all you knew he could talk to everyone that way, so you decided to just ignore it even though it made your heart beat just a tad bit faster.

Mingi looked beside him to ask you a question but stopped in the middle of his sentence to realise you weren’t there. He looked around with furrowed eyebrows and turned back to whoever he was talking to, “Have you seen y/n?” 

Suddenly he hears a squeal that most definitely belongs to you comin from the kitchen and his eyebrows furrow further as he wonders who you’re with. All of his members were here so you had to be with someone else…

Mingi stood up, already filled with annoyance after you had disobeyed his rule to stay with one of them. 

Back in the kitchen you had started squealing because Chan had somehow made his way in between your legs and started poking at your side whenever you kept getting shy. 

“S-Should we go back? We’ve been in here for a while…” Chan shrugs and you watch as his eyes flicker between your eyes and lips. You’re about to reject his advance and politely explain that you’re dating Mingi, but then you feel his lips on yours. 

Your eyes widen and your hands kinda flail beside you awkwardly as you're completely frozen in place. “Hey y/n what did I say about-” 

Shit.

You finally regain control of your body and push Chan off you harshly as you jump down from the counter. 

You don’t even have to look at Mingi to know that you’re absolutely fucked, “What the fuck are you doing?” 

You avoid the harsh gaze of Mingi and the confused gaze of Chan as you bite your lip, trying to contain the tears that are threatening to fall. You’ve never felt more guilty than you do right now. 

You know you didn’t do anything wrong and Chan was the one that kissed you but you can’t help but feel like you were the one at fault. In a way you were because you didn’t push him off immediately, even though it was a couple seconds afterwards, and didn’t reject his earlier advances that you were just now seeing. 

“I was kissing them?” Chan spoke up, completely oblivious to why Mingi was upset. 

“No shit Chan, I saw.” You didn’t even have the heart to speak up, afraid you wouldn’t be able to speak for long before you started crying.

“Then what’s your problem?” You cringed slightly knowing that it could get ugly really quick. 

Mingi ignores him and turns his attention back to you, “Didn’t I tell you to stay with one of us? And you still decided to disobey me didn’t you?” You wanted to apologise, you really did. To both Mingi and Chan, but you didn’t want to get in any more trouble than you already were so you just nodded weakly. 

“Are You their boss or something? They’re not a child, they can take care of themselves.” Strike fucking three. 

Mingi knew that he should be treating Chan with respect but Mingi really didn’t give any shits right now, “I’m their boyfriend. Boy,,, friend,,, do I have to spell it out for you? I’m their boyfriend which means yes, they’re mine.” You knew it was the wrong time but as Mingi spoke, his voice lowered an octave making your stomach tighten with arousal. 

For the first time you looked at Mingi and you almost immediately regretted it. Another wave of arousal washed over you as his jaw was clenched and looked at you with complete anger. He knew exactly what you were thinking so he pushed it further just to humiliate you further, “Isn’t that right y/n?” 

You knew he wanted you to say but you couldn’t. Not when Chan was looking at you the way he was, an expression you couldn’t quite figure out. “Y-Yes.” 

Your heart was beating harshly and your face was flaming hot. You don’t think you’ve ever been in this much trouble before, “Yes what?” 

Your eyes snapped to Mingi’s and your eyes alone begged him not to make you say it but you knew it was no use whenever he just raised his eyebrows at you. 

You knew you didn’t really have to. All you had to do was say the word and you didn’t have to do anything but you liked this. You liked the adrenaline it gave you, you liked the way Chan’s eyes darkened in his own arousal, and you liked the way Mingi was staring at you knowing you were his and had absolutely no interest in anyone else so you said it, “Yes sir.” 

“Good. Now we’re going to go back with everyone else and you’re gonna sit beside me like a good kitten. Then when we go back home, you’re not gonna be able to walk.” You wanted to crawl into a ball and let the ground eat you up. That’s how embarrassed you were. Usually Mingi only said stuff like that in front of his members, not other idols, but either way you let Mingi drag you back where everyone was at.

You got looks from the members because they already knew you were in trouble. Other than Chan though, his members didn’t think twice about it which made you sigh in relief. 

You sat quietly next to Mingi, practically on top of him, as he left his hand in your lap to give you some sort of comfort so you’d know he wasn’t 100% mad at you. 

Your attention was solely on his hands. You played with his fingers and twirled the rings that looked so pretty there. You were thinking of the way they’d slap against your skin as Mingi punished you. You felt yourself getting more and more aroused and you crossed your legs to take your mind off the issue. 

Your attention was pulled to Hyunjin who had said cutely, “You and y/n are dating right? Y’all are really cute together! I wish more idols were allowed to have relationships…” 

You suddenly felt another wave of guilt come over you. You knew that the second Mingi had asked you out he was risking the popularity of their group. Once an idol announced they were dating it was a shit storm. Many fans would throw a fit and want them to break up or want the member to leave the group and luckily it wasn’t like that with you. You weren’t an idol but everyone thought it was really cute that Mingi would take you out to cute cafes and to amusement parks whenever he had a day off, or whenever he would take you touring with them you’d be in the front row cheering him on. But you knew that’s why Mingi was so strict with you sometimes, neither of you could afford to have you acting out in public when everyone’s eyes were on you. 

You were so busy in your thoughts that you didn’t hear Hongjoong asking the members to get their things so we could leave. Mingi had called you like three times and you finally heard him and you got up quickly not wanting to get into any more trouble than you were already in. You awkwardly bowed to Chan and the other members took you into a hug that you hesitantly returned.

You could feel Mingi’s eyes burning into the back of your head so you didn’t say much besides a goodbye and followed Mingi out of the building. 

Now you were really in trouble. Mingi sat in the front seat next to Seonghwa who was driving which left you to sit in the back next to Yunho. 

Yunho could feel the anxiety dripping off of you. Your leg was bouncing as you looked out the window waiting for whatever Mingi had in store for you. 

“What’d you do?” You look to Yunho with guilty eyes, “N-Nothing, like actually nothing.” 

Yunho raises his eyebrows at you, “Well, I mean… Chan k-kissed me and before I could push him off Mingi walked in.” 

Yunho inhaled sharply and you knew you really were fucked. “It wasn’t me though! Yunho it really wasn’t!” 

“I know, and I’m sure he does too but he just wants to have a little bit of fun.” You pout at Yunho’s words and kick your legs to throw a little temper tantrum. 

Before you know it you’re back at the dorms and you’re following Mingi to his room. You sit on the bed without saying anything and stare down at your hands, “What do you think your punishment should be?”

You swallow harshly before you quietly say, “Spanking?” 

“Do I seem like the type to give you a little spanking when you’ve done something wrong?” 

Your bottom lip trembles as you shake your head, “N-No.” 

Mingi pets you in a condescending manner, “Good, now open the toy box and pick one that hurts because you deserve a proper punishment for today.” 

You hesitate before you stand up and make your way to the closet. You get the box that’s at the back of the closet and open it to reveal the many paddles, whips, handcuffs, ropes, and vibrators.

You know which one hurts the most but you don't want to pick it. You know it’s supposed to hurt but it hurts a lot… “Get it.”

You whine but grab the wooden paddle and hand it to Mingi. It was slightly smaller than the others which made it hurt more and the worst part, the most humiliating part, it had an imprint of Mingi’s name. 

“민기” it marks his name into your ass so everyone knows who you belong to. One time he spanked you so hard, in the same spot, bruising his name into your ass. Afterwards he made you walk out of the room completely naked so everyone could see who you belonged to. 

Mingi grabbed your arm and threw you into the bed face down and placed a slap to your clothed ass with his hand making you jerk harshly, “Don’t fucking move.” 

Mingi pulled both your jeans and underwear off and threw them to the side before he spanked you once more. You tried not to move, you tried not to break another rule Mingi had given you but your legs flailed making Mingi groan in annoyance. 

He walks away and back to the closet making you cry out, “Nonono! Mingi please don’t!” 

“What did you call me?” Shit.

“S-Sir! Sir! I’m sorry sir! P-Please Don’t!” You could cry. You hated being tied up and Mingi knew it. 

He decided to give you a little bit of slack and not tie you up. Instead he walked over to you and grabbed you by the hair to pull you up. 

He sat on the bed and then pushed you back down so you were laying across his lap. He held your legs down and brought the paddle to rub on your ass. 

Your eyes were squeezed shut as you anticipated when the first slap would be, “Want you to count. If you lose track we’re gonna start again.” 

“O-Okay, yes sir.” Suddenly a loud smack echoed throughout the room and you didn’t even have the time to register what had happened before tears threatened to fall.

Your chest heaved as you already felt a bruise starting to form, “O-One!” 

Mingi laughed at you and you’ve never been this aroused in your entire life, “I’m not gonna touch you after this. You don’t deserve it.” Slap. “Since you want to be,” slap. “A slut.” Slap. 

You couldn’t help the loud groans and screams as Mingi hit you three times with the paddle, “F-Four! Fuck- Four!” You let out a loud squeal as Mingi went to trace the letters of his name. 

It fucking hurt, “Doesn’t feel good does it?” You didn’t know the answer to that question. It felt good but it also fucking hurt. Mingi wanted his name to bruise into your skin so he hit you in the exact same spot every time. 

“You were being a slut right? Letting Chan touch you like I wasn’t even there.” When you didn’t answer another slap was harshly given to you.

“Y-Yes! Fuck yes! I-I was being a s-slut” Your breathing was erratic and tears were streaming down your face as you tried to pull away from Mingi but you knew you were far from done. 

Mingi didn’t say anything further but continued to listen to your screaming and crying as he didn’t falter with the slaps he was giving you. 

“M-Mingi- fuck sir! Sir, I c-can’t! Hurts!” Mingi softened slightly as he put the paddle to the side. You had lost track of how many times you got spanked but Mingi didn’t seem to mind. 

Your arousal was covering your thighs as you were embarrassingly close to cumming untouched. Mingi picked you up, careful of the puffed up and bruising skin on your ass that looked like 민기 only slightly off from the times Mingi might have not gotten it right on, and made you straddle his lap.

As soon as you were on Mingi’s lap you started grinding down onto him. Mingi didn’t object to what you were doing so you assumed it was okay and continued. 

Mingi was still fully clothed so you were 100% staining his clothes with your cum but that was the last thing on your mind as you suddenly came. You shoved your face in Mingi’s neck as you moaned out and cried loudly. Mingi ran his hand down your back in a comforting manner as you brought yourself down from your orgasm.

As soon as Mingi sees that you caught your breath he lifts you off his lap and lays you on your stomach. You whine as you hear his belt being unbuckled hoping he’ll be nice and finally fuck you. Spoiler alert, he wasn’t.

He straddles the back of your thighs and you hear a loud groan and immediately turn around to see Mingi with his cock in his hand. Mingi is jerking himself off as he's staring down at your bruised ass, “You’re such a fucking whore.”

Mingi’s breathing is laboured as his hand increases in speed. His eyes are glued to the spot on your ass, “You like to be punished, don’t you? You like for everyone to know you’re mine right?”

Mingi didn’t give you any time to actually answer any of his questions because he continued to spit dirty words at you, “Mine. You’re fucking mine. Gonna have to show everyone this pretty ass of yours with my name on it.” 

You could feel drops of cum dripping onto your ass cheek where Mingi had previously been spanking you making you hiss from the slight burn, “P-Please- Please sir, g-give it to me. C-Cum for me sir.”

Mingi lets out a few more groans and growls before you feel ropes of cum covering your ass and lower thighs. Your face burned as you felt the sticky substance stain your skin. Mingi growls and mumbles something like “mine” before he reaches in his back pocket to grab his phone, “Don’t move.”

You’re not sure what he’s doing but you see a flash and your heart stops. The thing Mingi loved the most was taking pictures and videos of how pretty you looked for him. It’s not that you didn’t like it, it's just if his phone gets into the wrong hands (since Mingi loses his phone 20 times every day) you’ll both be done for. 

The members also grab Mingi’s phone and are a bit too nosey and always end up seeing the pictures, not that you minded, you liked the teasing. 

Mingi switches positions and gets off of you and moves behind you. He grips onto your hips and pulls you up so you’re on your knees. He spreads your legs to reveal the most intimate parts of you along with your cum stained thighs, “You look so pretty darling. Always look so good for me.” 

There’s more flashes that make you whine loudly already knowing what Mingi was going to do with the pictures. Suddenly there's a constant flash as he starts recording you. You feel his fingers collecting the cum that was dripping down your ass and thighs before he shoved his cum dripping finger in your pulsing hole.

He continued the process until he decided he was satisfied and your hole was filled with his cum. You whined whenever Mingi didn’t continue to touch you but shut up quickly when he placed a soft slap to your inner thigh before stopping the recording.

“Lay back down darling.” Mingi walked out to go get something before he came back and pressed kisses down your spine. He brings a wet cloth to carefully wipe the cum off of you. 

Your mouth opens in a mix of shock and pain as Mingi gets his mixture of aloe and scar cream and applies it to the area where he had been harshly spanking you just minutes before. 

Mingi pouts down at the bruised and puffed up skin with a mix of guilt and pride, “I’m sorry buttercup.” You smile at the nickname as Mingi lays down next to you. You can tell Mingi feels really bad from the look in his eyes so you press a kiss to his pouty lips.

Mingi smiles and pulls you on top of him and holds you tightly. He reaches over to the bedside table and grabs a bottle of water before he hands it to you and carefully holds your head. You almost choke because Mingi moves you but you quickly recover as you push his hand away coughing slightly.

You laugh as you press kisses all on Mingi’s face hoping to make him feel a little bit better about what he did to your behind. “It’s okay Mingi, I like it.”

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[star-tied]

Arousal

3.5k Words, Romantic LAMP

Description: Roman, Patton, and Logan are a bit nervous to ask Virgil to take the next step in their relationship. Virgil reminds them that fear is *not* his only function. (AKA the Virgil Is Horny and Great In Bed fic no one asked for)

AO3

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT I MEAN IT

Virgil knew something was up as soon as all three of his boyfriends hovered at his open doorway uncertainly, like they were expecting to have time after they knocked. He glanced up from his journaling, arching a brow and setting his book to the side, “Hey guys, what’s up?”

 Logan and Patton both gave Roman a not-at-all-subtle look and he glared back for a moment before seeming to resign himself to speaking first, “Ok, we want to start this off by saying how much we love you, and how this conversation will have no impact on how relationship functions now if you do not wish so.”

 “Well that’s not alarming at all,” Virgil snarked, smirking a bit when Roman spluttered and the other two’s eyes widened before he remembered they were freaked out and sobered up, “Ok, spit it out, what’s got you all so anxious before you even get fully in my room? You trying to steal my bit? Or-or are you guys really not cool with how things are going?”

 Logan gave Patton a sharp look at the hint of a tremble in Virgil’s voice, but it was too late, and Patton’s resolve to keep to their plan had clearly broken, “Wewanttobeabletohavesexwithyoulikewedowitheachother.”

 All three of his visitors went bright red, and Virgil said, “Come again?” at the exact same time Roman groaned dramatically and Logan screeched, “That was not what we rehearsed!”

 Virgil blinked up at them, still unable to follow, “Guys, one at a time, and slowly, what’s going on?”

 “Virgil,” Logan started, with a quick quieting hand to the other two, “We all love you, and each other, very much, as you are well aware. I am sure you are also aware that we, ahem, engage in sexual relations among each other as a way to express that love.” Virgil could see where this was going now and couldn’t resist a little bit of a grin to himself, which the others clearly didn’t notice as they were steadfastly avoiding eye contact and practically radiating nerves, “We would…. Very, very much like to be able to include you in those expressions of love, if you would have us. Though, of course, if you would prefer our relationship continue at the current-” Virgil cut him off there, unable to let him stay nervous any longer than he needed to be.

 “-While I appreciate the concern, I really do, I love you all for how much thought clearly went into this - well, um, I was sort of waiting for you,” Virgil said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. Roman looked at Patton who looked at Logan who looked back to Virgil, then gave a bit of a start as he realized that the shadow under his eyes was beginning to turn a dark and shimmering purple. Virgil watched their expressions and couldn’t help but laugh a bit, “You all know I handle adrenaline right? And do you know what else aside from excitement and anxiety makes adrenaline heighten…?” He could see the moment the realization dawned in Logan’s eyes, then the moment those same eyes darkened and he didn’t hesitate to grab onto his tie and his hip, guiding him down onto his lap and into a deep kiss.

 Logan’s hands flailed a bit at his sides before coming to rest in Virgil’s hair and clinging on for dear life, lips parting on a whimper into Virgil’s mouth that made him chuckle as he pulled away slightly before giving a smug smirk to Patton and Roman behind them.

 “Caught up yet?” Virgil asked smugly, quirking a brow, and Logan slumped off his lap to curl into his side and blinked up at them blearily.

 “I think I get the gist,” Roman replied, then straddled Virgil quickly and pushed him back onto the bed before claiming his own kiss hungrily, passion belied by how tenderly he still held Virgil’s cheeks and the careful way he made sure to distribute his weight so he wouldn’t be crushing him.

 “Save some for me,” Patton announced brightly, tapping Roman on the shoulder like he was trying to sub in, “Come on, Ro, besides you love getting Logan out of his tie.”

 “Bribery and extortion,” Roman grumbled playfully, but still very much enthusiastically pushing up off of Virgil with one last nip to his bottom lip and crawling over to a very indignant Logan to draw him in for a kiss of his own before he could voice whatever sarcastic remark he clearly had prepared. Virgil noted hungrily that they moved together like a well-practiced dance, Roman’s hands deftly unknotting Logan’s tie with one hand while the other tilted his head to deepen the kiss even further and draw a moan out from the back of Logan’s throat.

 “Pretty, aren’t they?” Patton asked, sounding like he was commenting on a nice picture of the two of them and not them panting desperately into each others’ mouths.

 Virgil turned to Patton next, and oh, damn, his shirt was already off. Well, if that’s how he wanted to play it.... He hurried to tug his arms out of his sweatshirt’s sleeves and chuck it across the room, and was about to do the same for his t-shirt, but Patton stilled his arm with a touch and a saucy smile, “Allow me.” 

 Patton’s hands slid under his shirt and over his stomach, touch light enough to make him squirm, and scratched down to his waistline before actually hiking his shirt up, slowly, so slowly, brushing his lips lightly over each strip of skin he revealed along the way. He took extra time at his chest, though he stuck to the center line, and his collarbone, and his neck, and by the time he pulled the shirt over his head, Virgil was squirming and arching his neck up in an attempt to chase those devious lips, only to have him pull away playfully, “Uh uh, you wanna be polite and ask for what you want?”

 “Patton is fond of, er, maintaining proper manners even while otherwise occupied,” Logan chimed in from where he was mouthing and nipping at the juncture between Roman’s bare shoulder and neck, having apparently momentarily won that dominance battle.

 “More like he loves making us, and especially you, beg,” Roman teased, and Logan flushed from his tailbone to his ears, and wasn’t that a fun thing to know.

 Logan got his small revenge with a particularly hard suck that left Roman moaning before continuing, “And he is very patient, trust me on that one.”

 Patton smiled sunnily at Virgil and didn’t dispute any of it, so Virgil groaned dramatically before holding onto Patton’s shoulder and offering a seductive grin of his own, “Patton, please, won’t you please kiss me the way we both want you to?”

 “Oh you are going to be trouble,” Patton replied, but he didn’t exactly sound threatening when he was so breathless and clearly caught off guard. And Virgil especially wasn’t worried when he followed it up with the sort of all-consuming kiss that left him reeling. Where Logan had been surprised and Roman had been careful, Patton had no hesitation evident. He somehow kissed him simultaneously like he couldn’t get enough and like he had all the time in the world, and Virgil got lost in the weight pressing him down into the mattress for long enough that when he heard a distinct moan it jolted him out of his reverie, only to realize it had come from him.

 “You two having fun over there?” Roman asked, and Virgil sat up slightly so he could see that the only reason Logan wasn’t chiming in was because he was seated in Roman’s lap, hand shoved in his mouth clearly trying to muffle his own moans as Roman rolled a nipple between his fingers.

 “Sure seems like you two are having just as much if not more over there,” Virgil snarked, and Patton nodded with a bit of a giggle, rolling his shoulders in a way that managed to briefly draw his attention away from the scene in front of him. He bit his lip and gave Patton a significant look, and he grinned back and rolled off him easily. Virgil then crawled over to the two on the other side of the bed, knelt in front of Logan, and gently placed his hands on the inside of his spread thighs, not doing anything but just touching for the time being, “Well, Logan, are you? Having more fun over here I mean?”

 Logan couldn’t manage to muffle the resulting moan and then seemed to give up altogether when Patton slunk up on Virgil’s other side to kiss Roman over his shoulder. “We are certahainely not bored,” he commented in a valiant attempt at nonchalance that ended as soon as Virgil’s hand crept closer to his clearly straining crotch, “Oh Virgil please.”

 “Oh Patton does have you trained well,” Virgil teased, earning a glare that only lasted the half a second it took for Virgil’s palm to cover his dick and grind down, at which point it became a glazed look to match the resulting whimper.

 Virgil couldn’t have hidden his delighted look if he’d tried, “Oh you’re so responsive, that’s amazing.”

 “You think that’s something?” Roman spoke up, breaking from Patton’s kiss with a wet smack, “Wait til you get your mouth on him. He’s the loudest of all of us.”

 “Roman,” Logan hissed at the same time as Virgil’s eyes lit up even more, “Oh really?”

 Patton chuckled and plucked at the waistband of Virgil’s pants, “I think it’s about time these all came off, don’t you?”

 The other three nodded and quickly set about stripping out of their pants. Virgil hesitated at his underwear for only a moment, shadow not even getting the chance to darken before Roman was tugging his own off and tossing them haphazardly on the floor, leaving no room for doubt that this was definitely happening.

 Virgil had one thought as soon as they were all naked and looking at each other. He didn’t even have time to wonder if it should be awkward before he was pressing Logan down to sit on the edge of the bed and dropping smoothly to his knees to see just how loud the logical side could get. Logan looked a bit caught off guard, but his eyes were still dark and he was clinging to the bed spread for dear life. Roman and Patton set up right near them, curling into each other and toying and touching while still very clearly trying to watch the “show”. 

 Virgil caught Logan’s eye before he leaned in, giving him ample time to stop him should he want to, and when he got no sign to the contrary he grabbed onto his waist, wrapped his lips around as far down as he could go without straining his throat just yet, and sucked, and Logan shrieked, hands tangling into Virgil’s hair in a clear sign to not go anywhere as he immediately started babbling out pleas and praises in equal measure.

 “Oh Virgil, you feel incredible please, please, anything more you are willing to give, please, I will not last long like this, wanted you so long,” he whined, and Virgil’s answering moan only seemed to serve to drive him higher. Virgil took his time exploring, trailing his tongue up and down the shaft and paying careful attention to any spot that made Logan’s voice hitch in his apparent stream of consciousness. Once he started to sink further down, though, Logan’s babbling lost all coherency beyond Virgil’s name and the words “please” and “close”, and after that it was only a minute or two before Logan frantically tapped at Virgil’s shoulder as he babbled an attempt to warn him before he was coming down his throat with a loud moan.

 “Told ya Specs was a screamer,” Roman teased, but he definitely sounded much more out of breath than before. Patton seemed to be lost to his pleasure, mouth wet where he’d clearly been licking his lips while watching and looking thoroughly debauched as he methodically ground his dick down against Roman’s hip. “Want to help me take care of this one, then you and I can have a little fun?”

 Patton’s eyes seemed to light up at the suggestion and he quickly reached out for Virgil. Virgil couldn’t say no to that any more than he could set fire to every hoodie in his closet, so he carefully made sure Logan was set up against the pillow to catch his breath and still have a good view, and gave him a soft kiss with a whispered, “Love you,” before he dove back into the fray.

 Virgil started with a kiss right to Patton’s pulse point as he sidled up behind him, trapping him between his and Roman’s bodies. “Hey Pat, sure look like you’re in your rhythm here, and I will not be the one to stop you, but how bout I tell you just some of the things I’ve imagined doing with you, hmm? Just a couple of little fantasies. I know how much you love it when I communicate,” he whispered, and in the back of his mind he marveled at the fact that their dynamic was clearly so fluid, that he didn’t have to settle into one role or another, that they could just have fun with each other and go wherever the night took them.

 Patton whimpered, nodding into Roman’s chest as he panted, and Roman himself seemed to be listening with laser-sharp focus as well, so Virgil continued, “God the amount of times I just wanted you to bend me over the back of the couch, right in the living room, anyone else be damned, and just take me, Pat.” Patton moaned, quieter than Logan but still very present, and Roman’s grip went white knuckled on the bed, “I have absolutely lost count. Or the amount of times I’ve wanted to drag you away into some dark corner, hike your legs up around me, pin you to the wall, and fuck you senseless.” That earned him a whimper, a stutter to the rhythm, a hissed out ‘close.’ “Or, and I have a feeling you’ll really like this one, where you catch me touching myself and you have to teach me a lesson in patience, of course, so you take Logan and Roman first, right in front of me, and you all make me watch and not touch, just be patient and wait my turn no matter how much I beg so nicely for you.”

 Virgil isn’t even completely done his last sentence before Patton is crying out, hips stuttering against Roman’s hip as he comes so hard it splashes all the way up to Roman’s shoulder. Roman barely seemed to notice the mess, though, as he eyed Virgil with a blazing fire to his gaze. Patton gave a lazy chuckle and Virgil and Roman a pat on the shoulder and a kiss on the cheek each before extracting himself to crawl over and pull Logan into his lap and thread his fingers into his hair as they both watch the show.

 Virgil barely had the chance to say, “So you said something about ‘fun’, Princey?” before Roman tackled him back onto the bed and it’s so sudden that Virgil squeaks, and then they’re both making wide eyed eye contact before bursting into laughter, both so high off adrenaline they can’t even attempt to hold it back. 

 Roman quieted first, then Virgil, and they spent an inordinate amount of time just like that, with Roman cradling Virgil’s face in one hand. The only reason they know this is because Logan chose that moment to find his voice again, “So are you two going to actually attempt to orgasm, or are you simply going to continue staring into each other’s eyes for an inordinate amount of time to see if you can do it that way.”

 Patton pinched him in the side in retribution, making him yelp, but he succeeded in breaking the moment and spurred Virgil into a smirk, “He’s right, you know. You gonna make an honest man outta me?”

 “I’ll show you honest,” Roman snarked right back, hitched Virgil’s legs up around his waist, and ground down in one fluid motion that had Virgil’s back arching straight up off the bed in a desperate moan, and just like that the passion was reignited just as hot if not hotter than before their little interlude.

 They rocked into each other, somehow finding a rhythm quickly despite never having done this together before, and their cocks slid together in a delicious friction between their bodies that was somehow still just not quite enough but served to drive them higher and higher towards that cliff, moans and hisses of pleasure echoing through the room, both of them too turned on to even try to attempt words.They started to fumble their hands between themselves to get that extra bit of friction when everything shifted.

 Virgil had his face buried in Roman’s neck one minute, and the next he’s being pulled up to sit up slightly against the pile of pillows, and dragging Roman with him. They both blinked bleary eyes open and found two very dark eyed boyfriends still hovering over them. “We couldn’t stay impartial,” Logan stated, very matter of factly, though it was belied by the fact that he sounded like he’d been the one close to orgasm, “I assume you do not mind if we… are a bit more of an active audience.”

 Patton nodded along, then swooped in to claim Roman’s lips in a kiss, then grabbed onto his hand to guide it to Virgil’s dick which they both wrapped their hands around, and Virgil’s gasp was swallowed quickly by Logan, who mimicked those actions but in guiding Virgil over to Roman’s dick. Now caught up very efficiently, Roman and Virgil gave twin groans and started back up with a vengeance. Even muffled by their boyfriend’s mouths, they still managed to make quite a bit of noise, whimpering and moaning and gasping out ‘theretherethere’s in between feverish kisses that devolved into not much more than wet presses of mouth as they got closer and closer to the edge again.

 Virgil broke first, as Roman and Patton both twisted just right over the head of his dick and he came with a cry of a jumbled mess of all their names that probably sounded more like gibberish than anything actually resembling a word. Even as his hand stuttered on Roman, Logan’s stayed firm and sure, stroking him off with all the confidence and familiarity of someone who observed exactly the right way to do something and practiced til perfection. Roman didn’t stand a chance, and he was following Virgil into the fireworks no more than 30 seconds later.

 Roman slumped forward onto Virgil as his arms gave out, and Virgil let out an “oomph” but didn’t complain. He barely had the energy to pat Roman on the back, literally, and pant out, “You were right that was real fun.”

 “Damn straight,” Roman panted back with a lackluster pat to Virgil’s chest.

 “Nothing about any of this was straight, Ro,” Patton chided playfully, and all three of the others groaned loudly and dramatically, “Stop booing me, I’m right.”

 “Whoever taught him that meme gets last shower,” Roman grumped.

 Logan smirked while wiping cum off his hand with a tissue and Virgil gave him a gleeful look, “Well, Princey, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I didn’t teach it to him, and Logan certainly didn’t, so that leaves….”

 “Ah shit,” Roman groaned.

 Patton attempted to contain his giggles as he rubbed Roman’s back comfortingly, “It’s ok RoRo, you can jump in with me!”

 Logan and Virgil side eyed each other, then looked back at the other two. “Perhaps we could do a group shower?”

 Patton smirked and they knew they’d fallen directly into his trap, “Well that certainly sounds like a lovely idea." He smiled sunnily then flopped back against the pillows, "But out of fairness I think Ro has to start it!” 

 Virgil couldn't help but chuckle a bit as Roman bitched and moaned but got up without hesitation, and he couldn't say he minded the view as he walked away, or the teasing catcall from Patton or the amused huff of breath from Logan against his collarbone. He could honestly say that he was already considering a second round, which was definitely some sort of record for him. 

 Yeah. Yeah he could get used to this.

#nsfs lamp #nsfs logan #nsfs virgil #nsfs roman #nsfs patton #my writing

[ohmygodtheywereparabatai]

I am back from the dead, I guess???

Yes but I don't know how, but I had the idea of La yelling at Yue and bursting into tears when the Zhayu wedding happens.

idk, it came to me.

BESTIE WELCOME BACK!! BRO I 100% want you to share all your amazing ideas when the @zhaozaipalooza kicks off the last week of July.

Hmh, now Zhayu is very much out of my comfort zone 😭😭 LuZhao all the way BUT I’ll give this one a shot, as a treat!!

cerulean

It’s the first color that springs out at him. Blue poppies, morning glories, puckered forget-me-nots. Imported, preserved in frost, and immaculately placed, a fire lily tucked in the center. Its brilliant red shade casts over the rest, and there’s a tremble in his palm when he cradles it, inhaling through his nose.

“You’ve outdone yourself. Morning glory, forget-me-not? To remind me of…”

Home.

The woman bunching the bouquet nods brightly, flicking her chin outside of the room they’re standing in. It was her idea.

Of course.

It’s the cerulean he noticed first.

It’s her eyes that are flooded with blue that bursts like juniper tart on the tongue, that overtakes cloudy skies and glows with day.

The tremor in his hand stills.

She finally descends the steps, in iridescent silks and a dusting of furs, haloed in a sheen like the princess’s flame. The old comfort arouses that their worlds weren’t so separate. Her curiosity tangled deep with his longing, sparked a sincerity that was as much a gift as the rest of her. It left Zhao with the faint pangs of a much worse ache.

Cerulean. The rapture of summer islands and petering waves in her warmth, the grace that still came crashing forward at high tide, bright with anger. Her braid is pricked with flowers tempered in white sands, enduring dry soil and high winds - stubborn, beautiful.

It’s the simplest litany of all, but it won’t leave the whisper in his voice as she nears him: Yue. Yue. Yue.

The celebration lasts well into the evening.

Food, dance, as the North glitters.

It’s late, late enough to perch on the balcony or her favorite bridge and point out the stars - when they notice the clouds.

“That’s strange…”

Dawn is a sliver past the far ice shelves.

“What? It can’t be sunny whenever we feel like it.”

“It’s just that-”

Zhao has to steady her when the ground quakes. Ripples tossed into froth lash against the ice. The crack rings out in the dark. Winds unfurl, beating, howling, frowning down on the city.

Moments later, it begins to pour.

Yue shrieks, gloved hands reaching above her for cover. The sound is laced with laughter, as if she understands something he has not - yet.

“La!” She chides. “Oh La, La, La!”

Yue had tucked the fire lily behind his ear, and when it’s whisked free, he chases it down, grabbing the thing just a little too fast. It crumples in his fist, and Zhao huffs - eyes widening before the princess skids to a halt beside him. She’s giggling madly. “Oh, poor La. Has he burst into tears?”

Zhao is fairly certain his wife’s soundness is compromised.

At least now he can guess why, a line of sight cleared between two buildings: a hulking shape thrust out of the far ocean, watching intently, flickers of light catching on the picture of wrath.

He pales.

“No worries, no worries!” Her hand takes his, squeezing. “I had dreams about this for many nights. We came to an understanding. He’s just bitter. He won’t hurt anyone, I promise.”

Zhao is no less pale, arms braced against the deluge and a stinging wind. “What understanding?”

Her smile messes with every wild, bouncing nerve of him. “You’ll see.”

He’s not done, barking over the roar, “Why didn’t you say anything? If these nightmares were hurting you…”

“It’s for the surprise!” She releases him, poised, flyaway strands glued to her face.

And in front of his naked eyes, she starts to shimmer. Starts to lift off the ground. Starts to appear somewhat timeless. When Zhao looks up and down, he is, too. “Wh- wait! What’s this? What’s happening?”

… Pawing for the smooth ice walls as he’s tugged to her height, swallowing a pitched yelp. He clings to a jutting ledge, bent fingers and flailing feet to her nonplussed witness. Light spills into their periphery before the storm settles. Zhao touches the pathway as the canal water simmers to a cool. He’s panting, the betrothed’s outfit rumpled to his neck.

“Wh…” A mesmerizing glow sinks through the skin of his palms, lost between one blink and the next.

He feels a permanence brush over him like clouds, same as the flowers encased in a waterbender’s delicate coat of ice.

Zhao’s eyes slip closed.

When his senses surface, Yue is beside him. Crisp as the cerulean-tinted sky. The glory of the morning pinkens the wisps of faraway cirri, and a drizzle remains. How long has it been…?

Her finger lights above his lip.

“The Moon Spirit’s equal changes with her form.” It drifts to his chest, above the heart.

“In this life, it’s not the black koi. It’s you.”

He can’t speak.

“You mean, I… we…”

The responsibility!

As if pleasing a wife wasn’t hard enough - he changed the tide and dictated the storm, carved the seas, sent monsoons, pushed the world as she pulled?

“… we can sail as far out as we want? Just the two of us? The wind and the waves, they’re both unpredictable - but under us, led by us…”

She nods, her brow raising as a breathless laugh escapes him. Zhao glances around, the brisk gale in his lungs filtering without a telltale itch - a sore throat, numb face, stung nose. It’s an even exchange, like the cold air finally minds him.

Then his arms wrap underneath her and lift her into the air. Yue startles, bubbling with laughter, and he’s unafraid, unabashed, heels spinning, surefooted on the ice, reeling with the possibilities.

“We’ll go sailing - we’ll travel to the ends of the earth and back again. I’ll show you every place you asked to know. I’ll show you my home, we’ll make it our home… All the world’s our adventure now, princess. All the world!”

They stop - she holds his face and smashes a kiss to it, tasting salt and sweetness, woodsmoke, warmth on their skin and within it, wonder.

Their foreheads press, arms knit. Yue shivers.

Don’t you know? “All the world to me is you.”

#thanks for the ask!! wb! #me: ahaha no i don’t really ship zhayu #also me: zhAO AS SPIRIT GO BRR #it’s about the GOD COMPLEX #(wow this got unnecessarily long i am clown) #fried fish #zhayu #sailor moon ☯️ #your local clown writes!

[keys-to-the-kinkdom]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg Additional Tags: Body Modification, Consensual, Consensual Kink, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Strap-Ons, Geralt gets a vagina, and loves it, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Rituals Summary:

When Geralt gets curious, Yennefer uses her magic to indulge him. Neither of them expected quite how much fun they would have with his new anatomy.

The fire had burned down to softly glowing embers, filling the room with a soft glow. Yennefer lay draped over Geralt’s chest. They breathed together as the sweat cooled on their bodies. Geralt rumbled in quiet pleasure. Yennefer yawned and snuggled deeper under his chin.

‘I didn’t think it was possible for someone to come that many times in a row,’ Geralt murmured, running a warm hand up and down her back.

Yennefer chuckled. ‘It’s difficult not to when you’re being fucked by a cock as nice as yours,’ she said.

Geralt hummed and lay still for a long while.

‘How does it feel?’ he asked eventually.

‘How does what feel?’ Yennefer asked, sounding like she had been asleep, or as near as made no difference.

‘Getting fucked,’ Geralt clarified.

‘I can show you sometime, if you want,’ Yennefer mumbled, then began to snore.

It took Geralt a long time to get to sleep after that. The words bounced around his brain. They were still there in the morning, taunting him by popping up at the most inopportune times. The thing was, Yennefer had fucked him many times before. She had a variety of cocks, some more realistic than others and they had made enthusiastic use of them. Somehow, Yenn had made this offer sound different.

It all came to a head when they sat down for their evening meal.

‘What did you mean, last night?’ Geralt asked, ‘When you said you could show me sometime.’

Yenn’s smirk was truly beautiful, if a little bit ominous.

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The ritual ink was cool on Geralt’s skin and he had to resist the urge to scratch it. Yennefer stood outside the circle and began her chant. The Elder words meant nothing to Geralt, but he could feel the rising Chaos taking effect on his body. Unlike the mutations, it didn’t hurt, but it didn’t feel entirely pleasant either. He breathed through it and then all of a sudden it was over. He stood very still, not wanting to break Yenn’s concentration in case she was still working. He took inventory of his body. Nothing hurt. The space between his legs felt... different somehow. It wasn’t like he was ever particularly aware of his dick, but the absence of it screamed in his senses. He pressed his thighs together and nearly moaned at the sensation. His newly created clit was sensitive as hell.

‘Feel good?’ Yennefer asked, looking up and smirking.

‘Yeah,’ he moaned, ‘feels so good.’

‘Want to take your new cunt for a spin?’ Yennefer’s smirk was downright filthy. Geralt couldn’t help but moan again.

He would never be quite sure how they got to the bed. Every step rubbed the fabric of his braies against his clit and shot little sparks of pleasure up his spine. There could have been portals involved for all he cared, but the next thing he knew, he was flat on his back in Yenn’s huge bed, moaning into her mouth as she kissed him and raked her fingers down his chest.

‘So, darling,’ she purred, ‘would you like to find out how it feels to get eaten out?’

Geralt’s whine was embarrassingly high and thready, but Yennefer kindly took it for the assent it was and helped him scramble out of his braies. The cool air hitting his bare cunt felt amazing and highlighted just how wet he was already. He felt dizzy with it, warm and wet and <em>aching</em> to be filled. He opened his mouth to speak, but couldn’t muster the words. Instead, he reached out and flailed around until he could grasp Yenn’s hand and pull it to his temple. He felt her slip inside the edges of his mind, hovering there with a vaguely questioning air.

<em>’Is it always like this?’</em> he thought at her.

She laughed. ‘Not quite. It’s all new to you. Your body is used to processing arousal differently, so it’s a little overwhelming for you at the moment. It will get easier, especially if we get you off a few times.’

She removed her fingers from his temple and slid down the bed. He spread his legs at her urging and felt her settle between them. Her warm breath ghosted over his centre and he quivered with a sudden onslaught of need. The first touch of her tongue to his folds set him keening in startled pleasure, his hands fisting in the sheets below him so that he wouldn’t grab at her hair. He needed more. Thankfully, she seemed to sense his desire and pushed the flat of her tongue against him, letting him rock into her. One of her dainty hands pressed down on his hip, not enough to hold him in place but enough to make him want to stay. He stilled, belly quivering as she enfolded his clit with her lips and swirled her tongue around. His thighs clenched and he howled at the feeling. She repeated the motion, driving his need higher and higher. He could feel something building at the base of his spine, desire pooling through his hips and into his achingly empty cunt. She sucked harder and flicked her tongue just so and the feeling cracked apart, shivering through him and causing him to wail out. He could have been shouting words, but he wasn’t sure. Everything was subsumed by the rush of blinding pleasure. He could feel his cunt spasming on nothing and wished he had something to clench down on. The feeling spread out through him, fading slowly and leaving him twitchy with fizzing aftershocks and Yenn gentled her mouth. Eventually, she pulled away entirely and let him pant through the last of the feeling. Yet, even after he’d returned to something approaching a baseline, he was still desperate for something more.

‘Was that everything you hoped for?’ Yenn asked, licking her lips with a smug little grin.

‘Yenn, Yenn, please, I need you to fuck me,’ he gasped.

Her smirk grew wider and darkly predatory. She slid from the bed and made her way to the small chest by the wall. Geralt whined, knowing exactly what the chest held.

‘I’m not going to start too big,’ she told him, perusing her selection. ‘I know you want it, but the stretch will be more intense than you’re anticipating. I don’t want to hurt you.’

Geralt nodded, frankly uncaring as long as she fucked him with <em>something</em> as soon as humanly possible.

It was both far too long and hardly any time at all before Yennefer was crossing back to his side, a slim wooden prick in her hand. It was one of the pretty ones that curved, with two ends, one for her and one for him. She let him see it as she teased one end between her legs, letting her slick drip down over it until it glistened and slid in easily when she pressed. Once it was fully seated she whispered a handful of words and Geralt’s medallion leapt on his chest as her violet magic sank into the wood. This time, when she stroked her hand down the external end of the prick, he could see her shiver at the sensation.

He felt himself grow wetter as she prowled towards him. When she settled between his legs, he reached for her, stroking a hand down her side. The position was a familiar one from all the times Yennefer had used her collection of wondrous pricks to fuck him silly before, but there was something different about knowing that she was soon going to be slipping into his warm, wet cunt. The reversal felt somehow illicit and all the more thrilling for it.

Yennefer brushed her fingers up the inside of his thighs before she lined the slim head of her prick up with his entrance. He felt himself spreading around it, the stretch odd, but not unwelcome. It almost, but not quite, burned and he whined at the edge of <em>too much</em> that he was feeling. 

‘Ready?’ Yenn asked, catching his eyes.

He was too overwhelmed to speak, and just nodded at her, but she was used to that and took him at his word, pushing in slowly and steadily. Geralt threw his head back and howled as he was split open. He had just enough of his faculties left to be thankful that she had chosen one of her smallest pricks, because even with that, the stretch was intense. He felt it as she bottomed out in him, their hips pressed flush together. Her breasts heaved as she struggled to stay still and let him adjust. It took a moment, but he finally felt like he wasn’t going to fly apart immediately. He twitched his hips and moaned at the sensations sparking through his nerves.

‘Move,’ he groaned.

Yennefer raised one eyebrow at his demanding tone, but started twisting her hips in a sensuous wave, thrusting in slowly and steadily. The head of the wooden prick pressed against a spot just inside him that felt wonderful. He couldn’t help but match her rhythm, caught between rocking her into that spot and taking her as deep as he could to feel the stretch. He could feel that same pressure building, but it plateaued before it could break. No matter how he moved or how hard Yennefer thrust, he was caught. He whimpered.

Yennefer laughed, not unkindly. ‘A lot of people need a little helping hand when they’re getting fucked,’ she explained and reached down to fondle his clit with one hand. Her long, dextrous fingers wrapped around it, gently tugging and pressing. The pressure was suddenly building again, much faster now. 

When Yennefer bent over and kissed him, all teeth and delicious possession, Geralt lost himself in a wave of pleasure. His whole body tensed and shook and he ground down on the hardness inside him, chasing the shocks of pleasure it provided. He was vaguely aware of the noise he was making, but he didn’t, <em>couldn’t</em> care when his whole body was lit up with such incandescent sensation. 

Eventually, he relaxed and began to come down from the intensity. Yennefer pulled out of him just before it became too much and let him pant quietly for a moment. 

‘D’you want?’ he asked, waggling a hand vaguely towards her.

She laughed, ‘I came while you were busy, but thanks for checking.’

Geralt hummed and drifted for a while longer. He listened to the sounds of Yennefer cleaning off the wooden prick and returning it to its place in the chest. He heard her splash some water into the bowl and wet a cloth, then run it between her legs. He flinched a little as she came and did the same to him, cleaning up his slick and sweat and also causing twinging aftershocks to light up his clit. She threw the cloth aside and then climbed into bed to wrap around him, stealing his heat as she always did.

‘Was that everything you wished for?’ she asked, quietly.

‘How long will it last?; Geralt asked.

‘I tied the spell to your own innate Chaos, so theoretically, as long as you want.’

‘Hmm,’ Geralt hummed, happy and sated, ‘Think I might keep it a while. Maybe until after winter.’

#keys writes #keys gift fic #keys body modification cw #dead dove #dead dove: do not eat