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plethora-of-imagines · 4 years

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Colony in Space: A Pleasant Test

AN: @how-masterful and I have been watching Delgado!Master episodes together and just loving our Soft Dom Master together. So of course this means that I had to write some smut for her involving Delgado!Master. (Also I’m a slut for Delgado!Master myself and have several fics planned for him that I keep reworking because I NEED them to be perfect.) I figured that I would be nice and share with everyone because I wrote a lot.

Masterful, enjoy and try to skip reading the warnings and description to get the full effect of the fic!

Word Count: 2259

Warnings: smut/lemon, masturbating in front of another person, drug use in the form of an aphrodisiac

Description: The Master needs to test a new addition to his TARDIS as well as teach you a lesion about masturbating without permission.

Tag List: @c-s-stars @queerconfusionthings @how-masterful @truthbehindthemysteries

"Just in time, my dear. I was about to go looking for you. I could use your help testing something if you don’t mind."

The Master had approached you the moment you entered the console room. You held back your sigh of relief that you had finished when you did. If he had gone looking for you and caught you in the act it would have been bad.

“Of course, Master. What do you need help with?”

His hand rested lightly on your lower back as he led you towards two clear cylinders on the side of the room. They were new, something you hadn't seen before in the room. You examined them with curiosity. They were small, just big enough for someone to be able to comfortably turn around inside. Other than turning around and perhaps sitting down there was little room to do anything else. As the Master opened the capsule on the left you realized what he would be wanting you to test. Before you could try and run from your fate you were shoved into the capsule and sealed inside.

The Master leaned against the capsule with a smug expression on his face.

"I can tell already that you aren't very fond of being restricted like this my dear. It won't be for long, so long as you behave and obey me."

He pointed to the side where the latch for the capsule was, "I want you to try and free yourself from your current confinement. In other words, I need you to test if this capsule is capable of trapping someone inside with no feasible means of escape from the inside."

You didn't waste time with words, simply starting to search for a way to escape. There was nothing that could be used inside the capsule itself, the smooth plastic-like material flawless and thick enough that no sharp object could be used to cut it. At least not with ease, it would take hours for someone to cut themselves out. Especially with the limited room to maneuver. The latch seemed to be the only possible option to escape quickly enough for someone to avoid being caught by the Master.

"Perhaps with a magnet, someone could get the latch to move," you tried your best to examine the latch's position from inside the capsule. "Oh, never mind. The strip of metal along the capsule where the latch is would keep that idea from working."

"Very clever, my dear. Unfortunately, you are correct, I had already thought of that possibility and have corrected the design with that idea in mind."

"Now will you let me out, Master?"

He crossed his arms as he leaned against the console across from you. His eyes looking deeply into yours. Everything faded away except for him and his hypnotic presence. You felt nervous, why was he not letting you out.

"I will let you out of there. After you strip and masturbate for me, my dear."

Your face heated up, "w-what?", you didn’t understand. Why did he want you to do that?

"You heard me, my dear. Did you really think that I wasn't aware of what you were doing earlier? Your soft little pleases for me as you touched yourself were precious."

"I- why didn't you-"

"Why didn't I come in and stop you,” he meaningfully paused to let it really sink in that you had been caught, “or join you? Well, my dear, if you felt the need to take matters into your own hands who was I to hinder you. It did take you an awfully long time to reach your peak. You must have been thinking frustratedly the whole time about how I know your body better than you do at this point."

Your entire face felt hot, it was likely you were completely red all the way to your ears. You had been a fool to think that you could masturbate without being caught. You broke eye contact with the Master in embarrassment. Looking down at his feet instead. You had found yourself lacking after all the skill with which the Master would make you feel good. You had felt sloppy and slow in comparison to his attention. It was slightly humiliating to have the Master notice it as well when he wasn't even in the room.

"Besides why ruin the moment for you by interrupting when I can simply have you touch yourself for me now. I can watch you make yourself come undone from start to finish. I'm not letting you out of there until I watch you orgasm for me, my dear."

You kept your eyes on the floor as you accepted your fate and slowly undid each button on your shirt. Sliding it off of your body and carefully folding it before placing it on the ground. The Master always preferred your clothes to be taken care of neatly when you took them off. You were already in enough trouble for getting caught, you refused to tempt more reprimands from the Master.

You took your dress pants off next. Unfastening them with shaky hands. You felt so exposed stripping in the capsule, like a specimen to be observed. It was so different from stripping for him in the bedroom. There would be no comforting caresses or touches until you were done this time. Your dress pants joined your nice button-down shirt folded nicely on the ground.

"What a pretty, flustered thing you are, my dear. I want you completely bare for me before you get to work playing with yourself."

You took his words as the command they were. Unhooking your bra and letting it slide down, off your arms and to the floor. Your panties following after. Your hands sliding them from your hips and letting gravity do the rest of the work. Stepping out of them before kneeling on the ground to add them and your bra to the neat pile of your clothes. The whole time your eyes were firmly held on the Master's dress shoes.

"So fascinated with my shoes today. Should I take it as a sign that you want to polish them later with your own slick arousal?"

You wordlessly gasped up at the Master with your red face, making eye contact again for the first time since this had started. His lustful, appreciative look as he took in your exposed, kneeling form made you quickly turn your head to the side to break eye contact again. It was too embarrassing to look at him while he was ordering you to masturbate for him in the console room like this.

"Remember that if you find yourself too uncomfortable with this to use your safeword, my dear. The moment you utter it we stop."

"Yes, Master."

You were embarrassed but also somewhat turned on by this power play of the Master's. You wanted to see where it would go. The reminder that you could stop this at any point helped you to find the courage to stand and start to masturbate in front of the Master.

You started by awkwardly beginning to play with your breasts. Groping and squeezing them. Trying to spark your arousal into something that you could easily work into a quick orgasm.

"Good girl, choosing to not neglect the rest of your body in favor of the main source of pleasure."

You closed your eyes to the Master's praise. Continuing to play with your breasts as you began to give attention to your nipples. Twisting, pulling, and flicking them as they hardened. Small little gasps coming from your parted lips as you started to feel warm in between your legs.

Hands slowly teasing their way down your body until they were settled in between your legs, ready to start really playing with yourself.

"Show me how wet you are, my dear."

You coated your fingers in your own arousal. Presenting them to the Master for approval.

"Already so wet. I think you enjoy being forced to touch yourself for me. Of course I want you dripping before you are allowed your release."

You opened your eyes in panic as a hiss caught your attention. Looking up at the top of the capsule you could see gas starting to enter the capsule. You looked to the Master for reassurance that it was not something going wrong.

"Relax, my dear. It's nothing that will harm you, quite the opposite in fact. Just another feature of the capsule I wanted to test. Of course, what I’m having you experience will be quiet different from what anyone else would experience in your place. Something I’ve been working on for you to try out. Now, keep going," you returned your hands to your clit and started to draw circles with your fingers. "Good girl."

You looked down without really seeing anything. Your mind focused on playing with your clit as you tried to inspire more slickness from your body. Gradually more and more of your arousal started to drip out of you. After several minutes it began to drip onto the floor beneath you. Your body slowly growing more and more aroused. A strong arousal that was foreign to you whenever you masturbated on your own. Feeling Master's eyes on you alone shouldn't be inspiring this level of arousal.

You started to struggle to stay standing. Tipping to the side to lean against the capsule wall in order to support yourself.

"Master?"

Your words were slurred. Eyes open but unseeing. The only thing your mind could focus on was how much you ached to cum. Fingers moving faster as your open mouth drooled and moaned.

"Imagine that your fingers are mine, let them fill you up so nicely, my darling."

Four fingers slipped into you with ease, two from each hand. You wasted no time with teasing, getting straight to work. Your mind flickered between the knowledge that it was your fingers inside and the idea that it was the Master's fingers perfectly coaxing you to orgasm.

It only took a few thrusts for you to be cumming. A startled yelp leaving you as it took you by surprise. Your fingers never faltering as they kept moving. Two more orgasms quickly followed afterward. You didn't even think to ask to be released, instead all you could think about was reaching another orgasm.

You needed to cum for your Master. The pain of overstimulation meant nothing to you now. The only words leaving your lips were pleas for the Master to give you more. Forgetting completely that you were the one fingering yourself. Every breath you took increased your desperation exponentially.

"Cum for Master," rapidly two more orgasms came. Bringing you down onto the floor as your shaking legs could no longer support you. "Good girl. Can you make yourself cum a few more times for your Master?"

Your fingers worked even faster as they tried to obey your Master. You wanted to cum again for Master like a good girl. You came once again with a broken cry. Each orgasm only made you need more. You needed your Master inside of you.

Fingers stilling you begged your Master to help you.

"Please Master, I can't do this anymore. I need you, Master!"

The capsule opened and you fell to the floor. Look up at the Master you could just barely see him through your lust clouded eyes. He grabbed your arm and dragged you fully out of the capsule before bending down to lift you into his arms. He carried you over to a chair, placing you on his lap as he sat down.

He made quick work of freeing his cock from his clothes after the sight of your trembling hands told him you would be incapable of managing to undo his pants on your own. He lifted you up again and settled you down onto his cock as you let out overwhelmed but pleased whimpers. His hands held your hips down as he began to thrust. You felt so wonderfully filled and stretched compared to what your fingers had managed.

Each thrust and gasp cleared your head as your arousal grew. Unlike in the capsule your arousal grew at a normal rate instead of the overwhelming exponential increase of you had experienced before inside the capsule. You bit down onto the Master's shoulder with a scream as you both came together. The feeling of him releasing into you tipping you over the edge. As your orgasm faded your arousal fled your body. Leaving you achingly sore and absolutely exhausted in the Master's lap still impaled deeply on his cock. Lazily you pressed kissed to where you had bitten the Master through his clothes. 7 orgasms, 8 if you included your earlier one. Your body had never managed so many orgasms in quick succession. You felt like you could sleep for days now.

"I trust you've learned your lesson, my dear. That only your Master can fully satisfy you."

You let out a weak, "yes Master," as you tightly clung to him.

He gently rubbed your back as he praised you, "you did such a good job, my dear. You were such a very good girl for Master."

Gentle pats to your face kept you from falling asleep.

"Stay awake for me just a little longer. We need to get some fluids in you before you can sleep, my dear."

"Yes, Master," you sleepily responded.

You would do your best to obey through your exhaustion. For he was your Master and you would always obey him.

#delgado!master x reader #the master x reader

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og-danny-dorito · 5 years

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Tommy Shelby NSFW Headcanons

as requested by anon, thanks for the request!

N S F W :

- sweet Jesus where do I start

- SO

- we already covered that he's bi because bi rights an’ all that jazz, but we never covered what his kinks were in the past headcanons cause I like to keep the sfw and nsfw separated for anyone who's sensitive/uncomfortable with that shit

- so let me start off with something kind of vanilla: he's always liked the way that someone’s body is shaped, tending to go toward formless figures with relatively soft features. but the fact that there may be danger underneath that sweet persona stirs something dark in the pit of his soul, keeping him from falling completely in but backing away at the same time

- there are a number of reasons as to why I think he’s like this, and it's mostly because he wants control to be taken from him

- the weight on using shoulders is almost impossible to bear, and so not having to control something and just being able to trust someone helps him ease down into his own sort of bliss that he doesn't need to share with anyone else. in the earlier stages of the relationship he'd be hesitant to give up control out of fear, but give him a month and he'll eventually start showing signs of secret submission

- for instance, when told to do something simple like put his clothes back where they should be or telling him to clean his damned ash tray, he's a little more begrudgingly compliant than anything. what's odd, however, is that he almost always says he'd “better be getting something out of this” like a transaction

- and so since you're in no way stupid, you'd end up asking him about it. of course he'd play it off, saying something like “What, you really think I'm that much of an ass?” (to which you will raise a brow and say “Yes, yes I do.”) but his ambitions are made clear when you put on a more commanding voice that sounds like stern chastising than a question

- he'd stiffen, his eyes going to the ground as he purses his lips defiantly. your hand would go to grab his chin and tilt his head up, a very smug grin on your features. oh, you get it now. “So you like to be bossed around, Tom?”

- he's going to be VERY embarrassed about it for like a week and may even actively avoid sexual contact which is rare since like??? that's his love language??? he's truly, genuinely just a little nervous. he's not had someone dominate him before and honestly he's a little scared and might rush into it headfirst without even thinking of setting up a safeword

- like you'll be sitting down somewhere when everyone else is gone and it's late, and he'll sort of just bring up that he wants to try something new that's night. and you're gonna be like, uh? yeah, sure, what's up?

- it's gonna take him a hot minute to formulate the words, with his hands clenched in his lap and his eyes trained on your reaction the whole time. sweet jesus, this is embarrassing- “I'm sick of controlling everything.” and that's pretty much all he has to say to get the message across

- your reaction is based on preference entirely. don't be afraid to say no; he understands and won't ever ask again. there'll be other places for him to decompress and let you do your thing. you could be sitting together in bed reading and he'll place his head in your lap. you could be taking a bath and he'll just casually ask to join in, letting you wash his hair or something. he likes you either way, and it's ok to feel safe to say something makes you uncomfortable

- saying yes will lead to a very exited but nervous tommy. exited because he lowkey wants to do that shit as soon as possible, but nervous because it's something new. but he'll suck it up and not back down since his pride usually gets in the way of most things. when asked about a safeword, he'll probably be a little stuck before deciding on “Whiskey.” easy to say and not to hard to remember

- the first time you try it out he's going to get all nervous and tense. “Scared?” he'd harrow his eyes. what made you think that? is it how his knuckles are turning white as he clenches the edge of the bed? “No.” he's lying. a chuckle, light, but with a slightly more sinister tone to it. shit, now he's already half hard. he wasn't aware he'd be so sensitive to that- “You don't have to lie, Tommy. It's fine, I won't hurt you...unless?” Tommy’d roll his eyes

- and that's when he discovers he is in fact the biggest switch on the planet, although predominantly bottom. like, he's very bratty and lowkey refuses to give up to any challenge or demand made of him. he'll eventually ease into the punishment part which may soon take up most of what you do in the bedroom

- my mans moans. a lot. when he's a top he doesn't make much noise; mostly groaning and huffing quietly. but when he's a bottom he's biting back moans, it's almost like a completely different person, but the defiance is almost unmistakeable. any command will be either begrudgingly abided to or outright refused. he needs to be put in his place, and honestly he loves the process

- spanking? it kind of humiliates him a little, but he likes it. he wants to have trouble sitting down tomorrow in his desk

- likes marks being left too, although he'd prefer it just below his shirt collar so only he knows about it. he'd rather no to get weird stares as he walks by people in public

- tommy feels more comfortable being in control, but not being in control is just 100x better. he'll eventually feel more comfortable around you with being able to give you that sort of trust, and tends to be more submissive in other areas of your life as well, although never completely cause this is tommy's we're talking about. he likes to be coddled, and likes to be taken care of. even if he doesn't admit it

- catch my mans being more obedient in your domestic life, since he feels more agreeable. he likes a bit of edge and challenge to his authority or position in those situations. he likes to have something to say “no” to when it's not entirely necessary

- but in general he's not very sadomasochistic, although he does like having “reminders” of the night before. once again, he's usually the one introducing things to your bedroom, and so bdsm might be brought up on more than one occasion on as a joke the first few time since and then seriously

- probably would be more into tying you up than having himself tied up. when those sorts of things come into play he's more prone to being dominant, which leads us to top tommy headcanons

- my mans, as i said, doesn't make too much noise, although in this state he's very very sensitive to touch. not only that, but usually a certain type of glance will get him going for no apparent reason in like a millisecond. he loves the way you look at him, and he loves the way you feel around him, beneath him, your chest rising and falling unevenly ad your eyelids flutter and clench as he grips harder at the base of your hips-

- most things get him thinking dirty in a few seconds, like some sort of horny teen. but as soon as you're out of the public eye, away from the rest of the crowd where they can only sense your impending tension in the air, you bet your ass he will not hesitate to rip off your clothes and get straight to work on that pretty neck of yours

- he's probably down for semi-public sex where he knows you might get caught, but regardless of where you're doing it. once again, the kind of bitch to get turned on by danger

- like the rush of it sends him through the roof, although he's cautious about it too. but don't expect him to be gentle on you when he hears someone come by, no. not at all. he'll cover your mouth, suddenly placing a finger to his lips and turning his head to the direction of the footsteps. all is dead quiet, and yet...he's still grindingly his hips against yours, the hand that once told you to be quiet coming to squeeze your hip to try and make you disobey that command. you'll have to bite back moans, or whines, or whatever you can muster, because as soon as he hears them out of earshot you're going to be fucked into the he wall/table/wherever you've gotten yourself into this time

- his most preferred spot, though, is his bed. mostly because it's the most comfortable and he does like the privacy of feeling at home. he likes to think that this thing that you share is only between the two of you, that no one can take it away and no one else will see these parts of you, physical or not

- he likes to worship you just as much as he likes it done to him, although he might get to eager and rush things up like halfway through. it'll be you who's has to take it slow if you please, whispering sweet nothings against his skin as he watches you with a keen eye, curious to see what's next

- and now for my favorite part: miscellaneous headcanons ;

+ his favorite part of a person’s body is their eyes, and he likes dark eyes the most. they're a nice contrast to his own baby blues

+ sometimes, if he's feeling especially desperate, he may be more clingy than usual

+ if you're working and he wants your attention, he pulls up a chair next to you and caresses/gropes your thighs to tease you into being frustrated enough to spend time with him

+ he'd probably never do anything in his military uniform, although he likes to be called “soldier” when both in sub and dom position

+ if you call him daddy or sir like mid fuck he might just cum right there no cap

+ regular dick size, about 6 inches with a pretty good girth. moderately hairy but keeps good manscaping

+ he's even paler beneath those clothes of his lemme tell ya

+ v prominent dick vain when erect. like, when the blood rushes down where the sun don't shine you can SEE it

+ opposed to popular belief he's v sensitive and i see the most sensitive on his inner thighs and ear area. like, if you give him hickeys there he's going to feel it for at least a few days. also bite on his ear a little bit when y’all’er getting frisky cause he starts to moan a LOT

+ people that can handle a gun are HOT. especially if they don't take shit from anyone

+ if he's had a particularly stressful day he's probably going tom be very eager to just be near you in general

+ chest or ass man? the answer is chest. he likes chests that look strong, boobs or not. it kindof depend so on the shape of your body but someone who carries themselves with their chin held high is a turn on

+ confidence is hot as fuck okay

+ also really likes quickies

- in conclusion, he's a passionate lover when he's not all caught up in the world outside of the bedroom. it's quite literally his sanctuary, his oasis in the middle of a sandstorm. but it wouldn't be complete without you, and even through his pride he can see that as clear as day.

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leisurelypanda · 5 years

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Pure Wrath

Thanks to @stuckysheart for helping me figure out the direction for this fic!

Summary: It's nearly Thanksgiving and Steve has been gone for weeks on a mission. Bucky tries not to let it get to him, but he's feeling Steve's absence keenly. The night before Thanksgiving, he asks one of the other Avengers, Sam, to sleep with him, the first time he's asked one of them to have sex with him, even though he's been involved in the Avengers' open relationship for months.

When Steve returns they talk and Steve makes amends for being away so close to the holidays.

Words: 10,096

Ships: Sam x Bucky, Steve x Bucky

Bucky sighed in frustration as he stared out the window in the empty living room he shared with Steve. The city looked… alive was all he could think of, really. People bustling below, running this way and that, all without knowing that someone high up in the Tower was watching what was going on. Bucky had tried to focus on something else. He had tried everything he could think of. TV, games, reading, working out, music, cooking (he had stress baked 5 dozen cookies, 2 dozen blueberry muffins, 3 batches of brownies, 2 soufflés, and a loaf of pumpkin bread. That had been the only thing that really helped, but unfortunately, he was now out of ingredients and had nothing to occupy his time or his thoughts while he waited for his pies, one pumpkin, one cherry, and one pecan, to finish baking.

It was partly at himself and partly at Steve, to be honest. Steve had gone on what he had known would be a long mission in which communication was restricted. It made it hard to follow the rules, but Bucky did. Steve had left a couple weeks ago and they hadn’t communicated since.

Bucky didn’t know the details of the mission. In truth, he wasn’t sure he wanted to know. He usually found out afterwards, but there were times when he thought it might be easier to know what he was worrying about rather than playing through 1000 different scenarios in his head. Other times he was glad he didn’t know because it would just mean that he knew what he should be worrying about.

Before he left, Steve had offered to find someone to Dom Bucky while he was gone. Bucky had refused. Now, part of him regretted it. Getting out of his head seemed like a fine idea at the moment, but he couldn’t do it to himself. There was still the standing permission to have sex with other members of the team, but Bucky had yet to do that since the Coffee Table Fuck Fest.

Now, though, he’d give anything to not have to think about the fact that Thanksgiving was tomorrow. His family had been disappointed when he said he wasn’t coming, but how could he go? He and Steve weren’t out about their relationship and even if they were, his family, his conservative Catholic family, would hardly accept him now. Having Captain America as his boyfriend wasn’t likely to change that.

It had been four years since he came out to them. It had been nearly as long since he’d seen them during the holidays. He had hoped that he would have someone to spend a holiday with again. Apparently it wasn’t to be. Not this year, anyway.

“Mr. Barnes,” Jarvis said, tearing him out of his maudlin thoughts.

“Yeah?”

“Sam Wilson is asking for permission to enter the apartment, shall I grant access?”

“Yeah, sure, go ahead,” Bucky said.

A moment later, the elevator dinged and Sam stepped out. He took a deep breath in through his nose and Bucky felt a small sense of satisfaction that someone liked his cooking.

“Damn, man, you know Thanksgiving isn’t until tomorrow, right?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, well, thought I’d get a head start,” Bucky replied. He turned away from the window to look into the apartment, at the countertops covered in desserts he’d made but hadn’t eaten. “Lots of people to feed, you know.”

“I came to ask if anyone told you about the team Thanksgiving dinner we have every year,” Sam said. Bucky shook his head. “Well, I’d say you’ve made enough for everyone just on your own.”

“It’s all dessert stuff,” Bucky said. “I can’t cook for shit, but I’m good at baking.”

“I can see that,” Sam said with that grin. It turned quietly sympathetic as he turned towards Bucky. “How are you holding up?”

Bucky shrugged, but said nothing. Sam walked up to him. Things had been different since Bucky watched Natasha punish him. Less… antagonistic. There was more friendly banter, less teasing, and Bucky found that he liked Sam. It was somewhat shocking at first, but it made sense.

“It’s hard when they’re gone,” he said. “Life is simpler when they’re around to boss us around.”

“Don’t you Dom Clint sometimes?” Bucky asked.

“I do,” Sam said with a nod. “But I wouldn’t sub for Natasha if I didn’t need that, too.”

Bucky nodded. He could understand the feeling. Even though he knew Steve would leave, he still felt a little lost, especially now that he’d been gone for some time. Rules weren’t the same without him.

“Are you doing okay?” Bucky asked. “Both Clint and Natasha are on this mission, too, right?”

“Yeah, I’m okay, I suppose,” Sam said. “I’m a little more used to it. The bed just seems too big without them.”

Bucky smiled sadly. “It does. I got a body pillow just to feel like I’m not alone in that thing.”

“Whatever helps,” Sam said with a smile. At that moment, the timer on the oven started to ding and Bucky walked over to check the pies. Satisfied with their result, he took them out to cool. He slapped Sam’s hand when he caught him trying to sneak a pecan.

“Stop that. Wait until tomorrow,” Bucky said with a wry grin.

“Aw man, but pecan pie is my favorite,” Sam laughed. “How’d you know?”

“I didn’t, but I found a package of pecans in the pantry, so I figured I might as well,” Bucky replied.

“As long as I get at least half the pie, I’m okay with that,” Sam said. Bucky laughed and rolled his eyes.

“No guarantees,” he replied. “Might have to fight whoever else shows up to this thing tomorrow.”

“Speaking of which,” Sam said. “Have you invited anyone? You live here, so you have the ability to invite friends and family over for special occasions.”

Bucky looked down and said nothing. Eventually the silence spoke for itself and Sam rested a gentle, comforting hand on his shoulder.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” he said.

“My family only wants to see me if I’ve decided to… repent,” Bucky said by way of response.

A long, awkward silence stretched between them. Sam wrapped his arms around Bucky and pulled him in. Bucky let it happen. It felt good to be touched after more than two weeks alone. Sam was strong, his body lined with hard muscle and Bucky found himself tucking himself beneath his chin.

“Will you stay with me?” Bucky asked quietly.

“Sure thing, whatever you need,” Sam replied.

“I mean tonight,” Bucky said. “Will you… sleep with me?”

“Yeah, I can do that,” Sam said. He held Bucky for a moment longer before he stepped back. “You know what you need?”

“What?” Bucky asked.

“Disney,” Sam said with a smile. “Disney always helps during the blues, even if it doesn’t cure them. Disney and pizza.”

Bucky smiled. “That sounds great.”

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Somehow, the Avengers Amazon Prime account didn’t have a single Disney movie attached to it. But if Tony Stark’s billions of dollars and lack of common sense were good for anything, it was buying the entire Disney collection. It almost made up for the fact that Sam had a pizza with pineapples delivered to them, among the three that he got. Thankfully the other two had actual pizza toppings, like pepperoni, sausage, and bacon.

They were washing up and setting the desserts aside for tomorrow later that evening. It felt good, better to have someone with him, taking up space in the apartment. He wondered if Sam felt the same way. They worked quietly and made quick time.

“Do you still want me to stay?” Sam asked when they were done.

“Yeah, if you… don’t mind,” Bucky said. Sam smiled down at him.

“And what do you want to happen tonight?” Sam asked. “We can just sleep, if you want. Or we can have sex. Or I can Dom you.”

“Just sex, if it’s all the same to you,” Bucky said. “Steve’s uh, he’s the only one I’m comfortable subbing for right now.”

“That’s fine,” Sam said with a smile. He took Bucky’s face in his hands. “What’s your safeword?”

“We use the traffic light system,” Bucky said. “Red for stop, yellow for slow down.”

“Works for me,” Sam said. “Do you have a personal safeword?”

“Snow,” Bucky said. “Didn’t used to, but Steve said I should have one when we got into the heavier stuff.”

“He knows his stuff,” Sam said. “Mine’s sky.”

Bucky nodded. Sam leaned in and pressed his lips to Bucky’s. Bucky returned it after a second of hesitation. He could taste the pineapples on Sam’s tongue, sweet and tangy and… comforting. Sam’s lips were soft and his body was warm and his short beard scratched against Bucky’s smooth skin.

Bucky gasped as Sam bent to pick him up by his thighs and started walked towards the bedroom. The rational part of Bucky’s mind noticed that Sam knew his way around his and Steve’s apartment and wondered how often he and Steve had had sex before Bucky showed up. He pushed the thought from his mind.

Sam laid him out on the bed gently and moved down to kiss Bucky’s neck. Bucky arched against him and moaned softly. He pulled at Sam’s shirt until Sam lifted his arms and he was able pull it off. His hands wandered over Sam’s torso, feeling the hard muscle under smooth skin. Sam moaned as Bucky’s fingers grazed a nipple.

“Like that?” Bucky asked. Sam just moaned again and kissed Bucky as he started to pull Bucky’s shirt off. When it was gone, he started to kiss his way down Bucky’s chest.

“You’re so smooth,” Sam murmured as he sucked on Bucky’s chest.

“Steve likes it,” Bucky said. “Got bi-weekly spa appointments and everything.”

Sam hummed. “I like it, too,” he murmured. He looked up at Bucky and smiled. “Makes you soft, smooth.”

Bucky moaned and arched against Sam’s mouth as his lips closed around one of Bucky’s nipples. He nipped and sucked gently against the sensitive flesh. Sam teased the other nipple with his fingers.

“Oh, God, fuck, that feels amazing,” Bucky moaned. Sam looked up at him through his gorgeous eyelashes and grinned. He reached down and cupped Bucky’s erection through his jeans and Bucky thrust up against his hand.

“What do you want me to do, baby?” Sam murmured as he crawled up to Bucky’s face and kissed him again. “You can fuck me if you want. I can fuck you. Just tell me.”

“I… I…” Bucky said. He wasn’t sure. He couldn’t think, he just wanted to feel more, to feel Sam’s body against his.

“You’re overthinking it, baby,” Sam murmured as he sucked lightly on Bucky’s neck. The way he moved over him was slow and sensuous and God Bucky wanted to feel him. “We got all night to do this, we can do whatever you want.”

“I wanna suck your cock,” Bucky blurted out. “I just… God, I wanna suck it.”

Sam grinned down at Bucky’s embarrassingly eager declaration and knelt above him. He unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them slowly. Bucky knelt up and reached into his pants and wrapped his hand around Sam’s cock.

“Fuck,” Bucky breathed. Sam smiled and kissed him lightly, nipping at his lower lip.

“You like it, baby?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, I just,” Bucky said. He swallowed. “I just realized I’ve never really had a good look at it.”

“Well, here’s your chance,” Sam said. He thrust into Bucky’s grip and Bucky used his other hand to pull Sam’s pants down. He pulled out Sam’s cock and it hung heavily between his legs, the circumcised head glistening with pre-come. It wasn’t as long as Steve’s, but it was thicker and still pretty long.

“You want me to lie down or do you want to get on your knees?” Sam asked.

“Lie down,” Bucky replied. Sam did so, and shucked his pants off to the floor. Bucky got on his stomach between Sam’s legs and looked up at him as he licked a long, slow stripe up Sam’s cock. Sam moaned and his cock twitched before Bucky wrapped his lips around the head and swallowed it down with practiced ease. Sam threw his head back and moaned loudly.

“Fuck, Steve really taught you how to suck cock, didn’t he?” Sam moaned. Bucky popped off and grinned.

“Daddy taught me lots of things,” he said.

“I’m sure he did,” Sam said with a smile. He reached down and tangled his fingers into Bucky’s hair. “Why don’t you show me?”

Bucky grinned and wrapped his lips back around the head of Sam’s shaft. He sucked on the head of Sam’s cock and swirled his tongue around it, pumping the length in his hand. Sam moaned again and Bucky sunk down on his cock to resume sucking it. He bobbed on Sam’s cock in long, slow movements, running his tongue along the veiny length. Sam had a gorgeous cock, to be honest.

“That’s it,” Sam moaned softly. “That feels good, baby.”

Bucky moaned around the head of Sam’s cock and Sam thrust up shallowly into Bucky’s mouth. Bucky moaned again and Sam grinned down at him.

“You like that, baby?” he asked. He thrust up again and Bucky moaned and did his best to nod around it. “You want me to fuck your mouth?”

Bucky stilled and Sam placed his other hand on Bucky’s head before he thrust up, burying his member in Bucky’s mouth. He assumed a steady rhythm. He reached underneath Sam’s cock and toyed with his balls. He loved the feeling of being fucked, of having his mouth filled with cock.

“God, you feel so good,” Sam groaned. Bucky moaned around his length and Sam pulled him off with a sound that was between a moan and a growl. “Gonna come if you keep that up and unlike Steve, I can’t stay hard after I come because I actually have a refractory period.”

Bucky grinned at him smugly. “Getting old really sucks, huh?”

Sam rolled his eyes and smacked his shoulder. Bucky just laughed.

“Get up here so I can fuck you,” Sam said.

“Careful old man, don’t want you to throw your back out,” Bucky replied.

“And Nat said I’m a brat,” Sam muttered. Bucky just grinned at him and turned around to present his ass to Sam. Sam smacked it lightly and grabbed the bottle of lube on the nightstand. Bucky relaxed and soon he felt a pair of lubed fingers teasing his hole. He moaned softly as they entered him easily.

“Damn, you’re loose for someone who hasn’t gotten laid in weeks,” Sam said.

“What can I say?” Bucky asked. “A man has needs. And Steve lets me jack off if he’s longer than a week.”

“Well that makes this easier,” Sam said. He pushed his fingers in and quickly found Bucky’s prostate and pressed against it gently. Bucky moaned loudly and pushed back against Sam’s hand.

“Mmm, fuck,” Bucky moaned. Sam started fucking him with his fingers, stretching him slowly. Sam stroked up and down his back as he teased his prostate. Bucky could feel his orgasm approaching. “Fuck, Sam, I’m gonna come.”

“Do it,” Sam said. “Go ahead and come, baby.”

Bucky whined and moaned as he came onto the sheets beneath him. Sam stroked his prostate through the orgasm and drew it out until Bucky was a writhing, moaning mess beneath him.

“What’s your color?” he asked when Bucky stopped coming.

“Yellow,” Bucky said. “Need a break for a bit.”

Sam pulled his fingers out of Bucky’s ass and lied down next to him. Bucky relaxed as the post-orgasmic lull settled over his body. Even if he hadn’t gotten fucked, it still felt amazing. Bucky closed his eyes for a bit.

“We can stop if you want to,” Sam said. Bucky opened his eyes and looked at him.

“But I wanna get fucked,” he said with a bit of a pout. Sam chuckled and leaned over to kiss him lightly.

“Okay, man, I’ll fuck you,” he said with a grin.

“Thank God,” Bucky groaned. Sam chuckled and rolled over on top of him. He put his fingers to Bucky’s entrance again and Bucky moaned as they entered him. This time, he added a third finger and Bucky moaned at the subtle burn as his hole stretched around it.

“God, you’re tight,” Sam moaned. “Can’t wait to feel you around my cock again. Fuckin’ missed it.”

“Coulda asked Steve, y’know,” Bucky said with a grin. “I probably woulda said yes.”

“I’ll keep that in mind for later,” Sam replied. He slowly withdrew his fingers from Bucky’s ass and Bucky whined at the loss. Sam uncapped the bottle of lube and lubed his dick generously before he pressed the head against Bucky’s entrance. “Ready?”

Bucky nodded and Sam pushed in. Bucky moaned in bliss as Sam’s cock filled him. It felt amazing to be filled again, too long since he’d felt someone with him in bed. Rationally, he knew that a couple weeks was relatively short, but… Steve’s work was full of uncertainty and time apart felt like ages sometimes from the worry he felt.

Sam pushed in slowly, steadily until his thick length was buried in Bucky’s ass. They moaned together as Sam bottomed out and Sam leaned over to drape his body across Bucky’s back. Bucky took a few breaths before he became accustomed to the length. It was less than Steve’s, but still big (though to be fair, nearly the entire Avengers team seemed to have big dicks, so Bucky didn’t have much by way of comparison).

He nodded at Sam and Sam pulled out and began to fuck into him. His cock grazed over Bucky’s prostate and Bucky arched his back and released a wanton moan. He pushed back against Sam’s thrusts and looked over his shoulder at him.

“More, please, Sam, give me more,” Bucky moaned.

Sam grunted and thrust back into Bucky’s ass hard. Bucky gasped and moaned. Sam gripped his hips like a vice, fingers digging into his flesh with a pleasant, dull pain. The room was filled with the sound of their breathing and moaning, Sam’s grunting and groaning, and the sound of Sam’s hips smacking against Bucky’s ass. After a particularly hard thrust into his ass, Bucky released a broken moan.

“Hard enough for you, baby?” Sam asked.

Bucky moaned and nodded, his eyes screwed shut from the pleasure he felt. It wasn’t quite the same. He didn’t feel the surge of love and affection welling in his chest the way he did with Steve. He didn’t feel like the only thing in the world, or that Sam was focused entirely on him. This was more of a give and take, more equal.

What he did feel was connection. He felt like he was with someone, like the aching loneliness and sadness of the season was ebbing just a bit. It felt good, just in a different way than it did normally. The feeling of Sam fucking him, his hands and fingers bruising Bucky’s hips, his body over Bucky’s own, it kept him from feeling too detached from everyone and everything around him.

It was enough for now.

“Fuck, Bucky, I’m gonna come,” Sam groaned above him. Bucky moaned in reply. “Where, where do you want it?”

“My… my mouth,” Bucky moaned.

No sooner had Bucky said the words than Sam pulled out and stood on the bed, his head narrowly missing hitting the ceiling. Bucky got up and knelt in front of him. He opened his mouth, transfixed by the way Sam jerked his gorgeous cock with one hand, while the other was tangled in Bucky’s hair. Sam moaned loudly as he came, his seed shooting out of his cock. Some of it landed on Bucky’s face, but he managed to catch most of it. It was less bitter than Steve’s. Bucky suckled on the head of Sam’s cock and hungrily drank the rest of his come.

He jerked his cock furiously, chasing after his own orgasm. Sam looked down and knelt in front of him. He placed a hand on Bucky’s cock and Bucky let go as Sam wrapped his hand around it and began to stroke it.

“Sam,” Bucky breathed.

Sam kissed him deeply as his grip tightened. Bucky moaned into his mouth and bucked into Sam’s hand. He came with a groan in Sam’s fist and Sam milked him through it until Bucky’s cock was soft. Then he brought his come covered fingers to his lips and licked them clean. When he was done, he collapsed back on the bed and Bucky followed him soon after.

“Fuck, I needed that,” Bucky sighed. “Thanks.”

“What are friends for?” Sam replied.

“I’ve never done this with a friend,” Bucky said.

“Really? Never?” Sam asked. Bucky shook his head. “Huh, weird.”

“Is it really?” Bucky asked, looking over at Sam. Sam shrugged.

“I guess I’m not really in a position most people would find themselves,” Sam said. “I’ve fucked most of my friends here, and the ones I haven’t it was because they didn’t want to.”

“Right, yeah,” Bucky said. “Steve was my first.”

“Was he really?” Sam asked, turning to grin at Bucky in disbelief. Bucky blushed as he nodded. “Man, you were deflowered by Captain fucking America. Lucky bastard. Bet the old man loved that.”

Bucky laughed. He actually laughed at that. It was the weirdest thing, joking around with a friend just after sex like it didn’t change anything.

“Maybe,” he said. “I’m not tellin’.”

“Asshole,” Sam said. “Now you gotta tell me!”

“Nope!” Bucky cried. He grabbed a pillow and hit Sam with it, who was immediately covered in feathers from it. Bucky sniggered. “Now we can change your codename to chicken.”

“Oh it’s on, now,” Sam declared as he grabbed a pillow of his own.

---

Bucky woke up the next day a bit late, but feeling better rested than he had since Steve left. Sam was with him, but they didn’t wake up tangled together. Even the morning after, there wasn’t the rush of emotions that had been present when he woke up in Steve’s apartment for the first time months ago. It was more like… the feeling when you wake up one morning feeling like you have a new best friend. This friend was just a little shit who happened to have fucked him.

He checked his phone while he went through his morning ablutions. Still no contact from Steve. He sighed in disappointment, the dull longing in his heart returning. It wasn’t fun, that was for sure.

At least I won’t be completely alone, he thought. I have the Avengers Thanksgiving dinner to look forward to.

He glanced at the time. It was nearly noon. He should probably warm up some of his desserts if they were going to be presentable for the dinner. When he emerged, he found Sam still in bed looking at his phone. He was frowning as well.

“Still no word?” Bucky asked. Sam shook his head and dropped his phone onto the bed beside him. “This sucks.”

“Yeah, it does,” Sam said. “Almost wish I’d gone with them, just so I could be around them today.”

“I hear you,” Bucky said. “Even though I’m not a super soldier or a spy or even a regular soldier.”

“It gets easier,” Sam said. “It might take a while, but it does.”

Bucky sighed and sat down on the bed next to Sam. Sam sat up and leaned back against the headboard.

“You need anything?” Sam asked. Bucky shook his head.

“I just don’t know whether to be more sad or pissed off about all this,” Bucky said.

“Yeah, I get that,” Sam replied. “Holidays can be hard on all of us.”

“I was just hoping…” Bucky trailed off. After a while, Sam nodded.

“We can’t replace your parents,” he said. “But we can be your new family if you’ll let us.”

Bucky nodded and got up. “Let’s just start with dinner,” he said. “Figure the rest out later.”

Sam groaned as he got up. “Sounds good to me.”

---

The Avengers Tower dinner wasn’t until 6, as there were 4 turkeys that needed to be cooked beforehand. It turned out that between Steve the super soldier and Thor (who actually was present) four large turkeys was absolutely necessary if everyone was going to be fed to their satisfaction.

It made Bucky feel less ridiculous as he showed up with an entire cart full of desserts. Sam had assured him that it would be okay, but still. When he finally came down and saw the team’s eyes light up at the collection of food he brought with him, it made the whole ordeal worth it.

“Dude,” Peter declared as he took a whiff of the pumpkin pie. “You’re literally my favorite person ever.”

“Excuse you,” an middle aged woman Bucky didn’t recognize said. “I’m the one who made the turkeys.”

“Second favorite,” Peter amended. “Aunt May is my favorite.”

Bucky blinked. “This is your aunt?” he asked.

“Yup!” Peter said.

“Does she uh…” Bucky trailed off in a whisper. Peter shook his head. “Got it, great.”

Bucky set up the desserts on a table Wanda and Vision brought out. He definitely smacked a few hands when they tried to help themselves to the food before it was time, much to the amusement of many people there. There wasn’t much he could do about Pietro, but as he didn’t’ actually try to steal anything (that Bucky could tell), he didn’t bother.

The place honestly felt a little empty. In addition to Steve, Clint, and Natasha, Tony, Thor, Pepper, and Bruce were all gone. Sam, Peter, May, Wanda, Pietro, and Vision were the ones there. Bucky had a feeling there would be a literal metric shit ton of leftovers. The place hardly seemed empty, except for the fact that the person Bucky wanted to see most wasn’t there.

---

At 7:47 exactly, the elevator dinged and Steve, Natasha, and Clint stepped out of the elevator. They looked… well, to say that they looked like hell was an understatement. Steve looked like a building fell on him. Natasha and Clint didn’t look much better, but they were all standing.

Bucky himself was rooted firmly where he sat as Steve’s eyes found him. Steve smiled wearily and dammit, Bucky had resolved to be just angry at him. But when Steve looked at him and smiled, looking the way he did, Bucky also felt relief and joy flood him. It was the most confusing mix of emotions.

Bucky got up and set his plate aside as he walked up to Steve. He stopped a few feet away and clenched his hands into fists as he fought to keep the tears at bay.

“You’re alive,” he said. Steve blinked and nodded. “That’s… good.”

“Yeah,” Steve said. Bucky’s lower lip wobbled and Steve stepped forward and took his hand. “Come on, I need to clean up.”

Bucky nodded and followed Steve to the elevator. As soon as they were alone, he closed his eyes and broke down. Steve gathered him into his arms and shushed him softly. Bucky banged his fists against Steve’s uniform as he wept.

“You, you’re s-such an asshole,” Bucky sobbed. “You’re such an asshole!”

“I’m sorry, baby,” Steve whispered. “Didn’t mean to be gone this long. Thought I’d be back days ago.”

Bucky just sobbed into Steve’s chest. Every now and then he still hit it, his fists thumping ineffectually against Steve’s armor. When the door dinged, Steve picked him up and carried him inside. Alone, Bucky felt a little more secure than he would’ve around everyone else. Steve took him over to the couch and sat down with Bucky in his lap.

“I should’ve told you where I was going,” Steve said.

“No shit,” Bucky replied. “So where were you.”

Steve sighed. “I was taking out a Hydra cell,” he said. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to worry, but then I couldn’t call you because I was… if they found you, if they ever… did anything to you,” Steve’s voice cracked. “I would never, ever forgive myself.”

Bucky sniffed and curled up on Steve’s lap, his tears tapering off a bit. “You should’ve told me where you were going and who you were fighting,” he said quietly.

“Yeah, that’s on me, baby,” Steve whispered. “I’m sorry.”

Bucky hit Steve’s chest again a bit halfheartedly.

“I’m gonna make it up to you, baby,” Steve said. “I promise. Whatever you want.”

Bucky just tucked himself against Steve’s side more. “I just wanna be with you,” he said. “It’s been… it feels like a long time since we just hung out.”

“You got it, baby boy,” Steve said. “I’m sorry. Been a bad Daddy lately.”

“You’re not bad, just… important,” Bucky said. “More important than me.”

“To the world, maybe,” Steve murmured. “But you’re my world.”

Bucky smiled against the crook of Steve’s neck and didn’t care that the man smelled like sweat and dust and gunpowder. It was just good to be back where he belonged: in Steve’s lap, in his arms.

They were still for a while until Steve’s stomach rumbled loudly. Bucky chuckled as Steve shifted beneath him.

“Much as I love you, can we get up and eat?” Steve asked.

“Didn’t you say that you wanted to clean first?” Bucky teased. Steve rolled his eyes and stood, setting Bucky down on the couch. “I could help.”

Steve looked down at him out of the side of his eye. “If you try to help, I’ll get distracted,” he said. Then he winked. “Promise to ravish you later, okay?”

“You make such demands of me,” Bucky said. Steve rolled his eyes and walked off and Bucky definitely watched his ass until it was out of sight.

---

A couple days later, after the hubbub of shopping frenzy had died down, Bucky and Steve and others in the tower decided that they needed to get out of the tower. Steve donned his (frankly dorky) incognito clothes. The zip up jacket, ball cap, plaid shirt, and fake glasses really did a surprising amount to hide his otherwise imposing figure. Bucky loved it. He looked like a nerdy lumberjack.

He didn’t have to worry about it quite so much, being a civilian. He just dressed in his favorite t-shirt that read “I <3 Captain America”, a leather jacket Steve got for him when they rode his motorcycle, and a pair of jeans that hugged his legs and ass in the most fantastic way. He felt soft and sexy and judging from the way Steve took him in, he loved it, too.

They met Pietro, Sam, Nat, Clint, Wanda, and Vision (who had learned how to make himself look like a normal person) in the common room and headed out. Their destination: a low-key queer bar in Hell’s Kitchen. The drinking wouldn’t do anything for Steve, but Bucky absolutely intended to have fun, maybe do some dancing.

When they got there, the place had a decent crowd. Not packed full, but not dead, either. It was just the right amount of busy to be comfortable. There were a few pool tables available, and Steve immediately got them roped into a game with Sam and Clint. The rest of the group went dancing.

“I’ve literally only played pool, like, twice,” Bucky said as they were setting up.

“This’ll be easy, then,” Sam said with a grin.

“Fuck you, Wilson,” Bucky said.

“Not what you said the other night,” Sam replied with a wink. Bucky blushed as Steve turned to him with a shit eating grin.

“Baby boy,” he purred. “What’s Sam talking about?”

“Uuuuh,” Bucky said.

“You didn’t tell him?” Sam asked.

“I forgot!” Bucky said. He turned to Steve. “I fucked Sam a couple days ago.”

“Excuse me?” Sam asked with a raised eyebrow. Bucky rolled his eyes.

“He fucked me, whatever,” Bucky said. “I forgot because I was upset at you.”

“That’s fair,” Steve said. “Did you record it?”

Bucky spluttered for a bit before he found his footing. Sam took the first shot at the balls while Bucky answered.

“Why would we?” Bucky asked.

“Because baby boy,” Steve said, bending down to whisper into Bucky’s ear. “Daddy would’ve liked to see that, to make sure you were a good boy.”

Bucky set his jaw. “Snow,” he said. Steve backed off and turned to the game. He smiled with a bit of pride and approval, though, as he leaned over the table to take his shot.

The only reason why they didn’t totally suck was because Steve was actually pretty good at pool and also a good teacher. He coached Bucky on how to hold the stick and how to set up his shot. Bucky would’ve said that it didn’t matter who won, but… winning totally mattered. That wasn’t to say he couldn’t also have fun, though.

He leaned over the pool table, sticking his ass out with a little wiggle as he set up his shot. He looked over his shoulder at Steve, who stood beside him.

“Like this, Daddy?” Bucky asked quietly. Steve leaned his cue stick against the wall and came up behind him. He draped his body over Bucky’s body. He could feel Steve’s half hard cock through his jeans and he arched his back just a little bit.

“Like this, baby,” Steve said, giving a mild adjustment to what Bucky had set up before he got up. Bucky took the shot and sank the ball he was aiming at in one of the pockets with ease. Then he stood up and on his toes and kissed Steve’s cheek.

“It’s not nice to tease,” Steve said.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Bucky said with a cheeky smile. “I just needed help with a shot.”

“Uh huh,” Steve replied. His eyes twinkled with mischief that made Bucky feel weak in the knees.

“Really, guys?” Clint asked.

“What? We’re here to have fun,” Steve said with a shrug. Bucky took his hand and laced their fingers together.

“Whatever you say, man,” Sam muttered. He lined up his own shot and went for it, but it veered a bit to the left a bit. “Try not to get us arrested for public indecency.”

“You wouldn’t get arrested,” Steve said.

“You say that now, but somehow, I always end up right beside you when it comes to trouble with the law,” Sam said. “That’s how I ended up here, you know.”

“Does that mean if I get arrested with Steve, I’ll become an Avenger?” Bucky asked. Steve chuckled and patted him on the shoulder.

“Sure, pal, we’ll make you an honorary Avenger if you get arrested with me tonight,” Steve said.

They played on. Clint and Sam won the first game due to Clint’s frankly freaky marksman status. They set up a new game and when Bucky went to take his first shot, he felt a hand on the curve of his ass. He smiled.

“Don’t distract me, Daddy, I’m bu—” he cut off as he turned around to find… someone who was definitely not Steve. “Who the fuck are you?!”

“Just appreciatin’ what you been showin’ off over here,” the guy said. He was a clean-shaven guy with short red dark hair. He looked like a college frat boy, confident with a self-important swagger. He reached down and grabbed Bucky’s ass again. “Nice…”

“Get off me!” Bucky said with a shove. “Fuckin’ creep!”

Steve stepped between them and crossed his arms. “He told you to leave,” he said. “You’d best get going.”

“Fine, jeez, tough crowd tonight,” Dick Wad said. He stalked off and Bucky shifted closer to Steve.

“Thanks,” he said quietly.

“He was way out of line,” Steve said. “You okay?”

“I’ll be fine,” Bucky replied. “Just… let’s just have fun the rest of tonight, okay?”

They finished up their game of pool before Natasha came to get Sam and Clint for some karaoke. Bucky decided he really didn’t want to hear whatever came out of their mouths, since Natasha was definitely drunk. Instead, he dragged Steve to the dance floor. Shockingly, Steve became a bit flustered being around so many people moving and grinding against each other.

“You should know that I can’t dance,” Steve said over the din of the music.

“Don’t worry, just follow my lead,” Bucky replied.

He began to move his body to the rhythm of the music and Steve… well, he tried his best. He was clearly more of a fighter than a dancer, but it was okay. It got easier when the music became slower. Steve wrapped his arms around Bucky’s waist and they swayed slightly to the music. Bucky closed his eyes and laid his head on Steve’s shoulder. It was nice and sweet and everything that Bucky had been missing lately.

Eventually, though, he extracted himself from Steve’s arms to go to the bathroom. He weaved his way through the crowd towards the bathroom sign and went in. Thankfully, it was unoccupied at the moment. He had been half worried that someone would be having sex in here (gross).

He took care of his business, but as he turned around, he found that Dick Wad from earlier standing there, more drunk than before with a greasy smile on his face.

“Hey there, cutie,” he said. “Ready to gimme some sugar, now?”

“Gross,” Bucky said, pushing him away. “Go jump in a lake.”

“Hard to get, huh?” Dick Wad replied. He pushed Bucky up against the wall. “That’s okay, I’ll be nice to you, promise.”

“Get off me!” Bucky cried, pushing him away. The guy backhanded him across the face hard and Bucky gasped in pain. It was wrong, all wrong. He raised a shaky hand to his lips and his fingers came away red. His lip was busted, he could feel it swelling. He pushed at the guy again, but he stood firm, struggling drunkenly to get his pants off.

“Stop!” Bucky cried. “Leave me alone!”

He kneed him and he heard a crunch and the guy doubled over in pain, huddled around his groin. Bucky made a break for it. He dashed out of the room and pushed his way through the crowd again. He had to find someone; Steve, Sam, Natasha, someone he’d come here with.

Steve found him first. When he saw Bucky, his smile shifted to shock, and then pure, incandescent rage. He surged forward and took Bucky’s face in his hands.

“Who did this to you?” he demanded, his voice quiet and carefully controlled. Bucky could practically feel the anger in his body, thrumming through him like a hurricane leashed and bound to Steve’s iron will.

“The asshole from earlier,” Bucky said, looking down. Steve took him to the bar to where Nat, Sam, and Clint were drinking. They cheered when they saw Steve, but the sound died when they looked at Bucky.

“What happened to you?” Clint asked, his voice slurring slightly.

“Some asshole in the bathroom,” Steve said. He flagged down the bartender and got a first aid kit. He began to patch Bucky’s lip up. Bucky sighed in disappointment. It was a nice night… before the dick wad.

“I wanna go home,” Bucky said when Steve was done. Steve nodded and wrapped an arm around Bucky’s shoulders and held him tight.

“You want us to come with?” Natasha asked. She seemed a bit tipsy, but Bucky was sure that she would be able to handle herself in a fight if one were to break out. Clint and Sam, too.

“We’ll be fine,” Steve said. “You guys have fun. We’ll see ya later.”

“Take the car, we’ll grab a ride,” she said.

Steve nodded and turned around and led Bucky to the exit. When they left, the crisp, cool night air kissed Bucky’s face and he sighed with relief. The sound of the music could be heard from outside the club, but it was still a relief. They walked along to where they parked the car.

“Hey, bitch!” came a shout. The dick wad emerged from an alley, stumbling slightly and moving a bit tenderly. “I ain’t done with you yet!”

“Leave me the fuck alone!” Bucky shouted back, moving behind Steve. “Why won’t you just leave me alone?!”

“You made a fool of me,” he said, pulling a knife from somewhere. “And Captain America ain’t around to save you.”

“Captain America might not,” Steve said as he assumed a fighting stance between Bucky and his assailant. “But Steve Rogers will take care of what’s his.”

The guy didn’t seem to understand what was said. Instead, he lashed out, thrusting his knife at Steve. Steve blocked it easily and disarmed the guy before kicking him square in the gut. He yelled as he went sprawling to the ground. Steve moved forward and bent to grab him by the shirt and hauled him up.

“You listen here you little punk,” Steve growled as he dragged the loser back to the bar. “I’m takin’ you back to the bar and I’m callin’ the cops on your ass for assaulting my best guy three fucking times tonight. If I ever see you again, you better have a god on your side because I swear I’m gonna break every bone in your body.”

---

It took almost an hour for the cops to finish taking Steve and Bucky’s reports arresting the guy who assaulted Bucky. Steve used an alias, so it wouldn’t be tracked back to the Avengers. By the time they left, it was past midnight and Bucky was just tired. He rested his head against the glass of his window on the ride back to the tower.

He woke up when Steve shook him gently. They were in the parking garage. Steve smiled gently.

“We’re back,” he said. “Let’s get you upstairs.”

Bucky just nodded and got up. Steve came around and took his hand and laced their fingers together. Bucky squeezed his hand silently.

“Thank you,” Bucky said. “For helping me with that guy.”

“It’s nothing,” Steve replied quietly. “I just wish it hadn’t been necessary.”

Bucky looked up at him and smiled weakly. “Well… aside from that asshole, it was a nice night. I had fun.”

Steve’s answering smile looked more like a grimace, to be honest. He looked down at the floor as they ascended the tower to their apartment.

“Steve, what’s wrong?” Bucky asked. Steve shook his head. “Talk to me. Please?”

Steve sighed. “I spend all this time going on missions,” he said. “Keeping the world, keeping you, safe from crazy people who want power. But I couldn’t protect you from a drunk.”

“Steve, you can’t take responsibility for him,” Bucky said. “He made his choice, I’m just glad I was able to get away. I’m fine, really.”

Steve raised his gaze to look at the cut on Bucky’s lip. Bucky rolled his eyes.

“You can’t protect me all the time,” Bucky said. “Every time I step outside, there’s a possibility that I could get mugged or something. It’s not your job to keep me safe from every terrible person in the world.”

“I know that,” Steve said, setting his jaw. “That doesn’t mean that I can’t feel bad for what happened to you.”

“Didn’t say you shouldn’t,” Bucky said. “But don’t beat yourself up over this. It’s not like you beat me up, though if you wanted to on a different night, I wouldn’t say no.”

A corner of Steve’s mouth twitched up and Bucky smiled. Steve sighed and he smiled as well as he wrapped his arms around Bucky’s body.

“I love you, baby,” he said. “I love you so much more than I ever thought I’d love anyone.”

“Good,” Bucky said. Steve pulled back and looked down at him with amusement. Bucky took Steve’s face in his hands, his soft palms brushing against the coarse bristles of Steve’s beard. “I’m with you ‘til the end of the line, ya punk.”

Steve blinked down at him before he smiled. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to Bucky’s lips. Bucky kissed him back softly, loving the feeling of Steve’s mouth on him again. The elevator dinged as they reached their floor and Steve bent to pick him up as he so often did. He carried him over the threshold of their home and made a beeline for the bedroom. Bucky was struck with the sense of déjà vu, but pushed the feeling from his mind.

“I want you,” Steve breathed.

“Daddy,” Bucky whined softly.

“I’m gonna make love to you, baby boy,” Steve said as he laid Bucky out on the bed.

“Please, Daddy,” Bucky said. He thrust up and ground his hips against Steve’s. “Missed you, wanna feel you again.”

Steve shushed him as he captured Bucky’s mouth in kiss again. His hands wandered down the length of Bucky’s body. Bucky arched up against Steve’s, his mind coming alive beneath his touch.

“Daddy,” Bucky whined impatiently.

“Hush, little boy,” Steve murmured. “Wanna take my time.” He kissed him along the expanse of Bucky’s neck, nuzzling and sucking as he went. “Gonna make you so pretty, baby. Gonna mark your pretty skin up.”

“Please,” Bucky breathed. His head was already getting fuzzy from Steve’s words and the feeling of being with him again. He raked his fingers up the length of Steve’s back, digging his nails into the sculpted muscle, and shivered as Steve growled hungrily against his neck. “Oh God, Daddy.”

Steve sucked hard on Bucky’s neck and snaked a hand up Bucky’s shirt to tease the spot at Bucky’s waist that made him arch against Steve’s body. He moaned at the feeling. Steve’s hot breath on his neck, his rough, callused hands exploring the familiar territory of Bucky’s body. Still, Bucky didn’t have the patience for this. He started to tug at Steve’s shirt. Steve actually stopped to look down at him in amusement.

“What are you doin’, baby boy?” Steve asked. He was grinning with amusement as Bucky struggled. He slumped against the bed and pouted at Steve.

“I’m trying to tear your shirt off ‘cause you’re takin’ too long,” Bucky said. Steve chuckled and took Bucky’s shirt in his hands.

“Oh, you mean like this?” he replied. Then, with hardly an ounce of effort, he ripped Bucky’s shirt in half. Bucky gasped, half in arousal and half in surprise.

“I liked that shirt!” he cried. Steve chuckled and bent down to kiss him.

“I’ll buy you a new one for Christmas,” Steve murmured. “I’ll buy you 10 if you want.”

“Asshole,” Bucky muttered. “Good thing you’re hot.”

Steve just grinned and descended on Bucky’s now exposed chest and began to suck on one of his nipples. Bucky moaned and writhed beneath him as he kept trying to get Steve’s shirt off.

“Daddy,” he whined again.

“What, baby?” Steve asked. He looked up at Bucky with a shit-eating grin, the kind he used when he was being obtuse.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” Bucky said. Steve sat up, straddling Bucky’s hips with that smile still on his face.

“Well, why don’t you do something about that?” Steve asked. Bucky tried to pull Steve’s shirt off, but Steve sat very unhelpfully, not moving at all to help him.

“God dammit,” Bucky muttered. “You gonna help me or not?”

“Oh you want me to help, now?” Steve asked.

“I take it back,” Bucky groaned. “You’re a punk and an asshole and I hate you.”

“Aww, baby,” Steve sighed. He clutched his chest dramatically.

“Shut up,” Bucky said. He tried tearing Steve’s shirt off again, but it still didn’t work. “You gonna help me or not?”

“I suppose I can help you,” Steve said. “If you give me a kiss.”

Bucky groaned and rolled his eyes before he gave a quick kiss to Steve’s lips. Then, apparently satisfied, Steve raised his hands and pulled his shirt off over his head. Bucky rolled his eyes and pulled Steve back down to the bed.

“Happy now?” Steve asked.

“I still hate you,” Bucky growled. “Asshole.”

“Aw, don’t worry, I’ll make it better, baby boy,” Steve said.

He kissed his way down to Bucky’s groin and unbuttoned his pants. Bucky moaned as Steve pulled his pants down and mouthed at his erection. Before he could think about what was happening, Steve wrapped his lips around Bucky’s cock and swallowed it down to the root. Bucky moaned and his eyes rolled up into his head in pleasure. He thrust up into Steve’s hot mouth. Steve moaned around him as he swallowed his cock down again.

“Fuck, Daddy,” Bucky moaned. “God, feels good.”

Steve popped off Bucky’s cock and grinned up at him. He wrapped his hand around Bucky’s cock and pumped it steadily.

“Still hate me, baby boy?” he asked.

“Jury’s still out,” Bucky replied. “Keep suckin’ my dick and I might change my mind.”

“Oh really?” Steve asked. He tightened his grip on Bucky’s cock as he looked down at him playfully. “Gettin’ a little bossy there, baby boy. Might wanna watch that. Not too late to bend you over my knee.”

“Promises, promises,” Bucky replied. “Aren’t you supposed to be makin’ love to me? Makin’ me feel good and everything since you were gone so long.”

Steve leaned down and sucked on Bucky’s throat. Bucky moaned as Steve nipped at his throat.

“I’m gonna make you so sore later, baby,” Steve murmured. “I promise.”

“I look forward to it,” Bucky replied.

“Tonight, though, I’m gonna make love to you, baby,” Steve said.

He returned to Bucky’s cock and took it back into his mouth. He sucked hard as he bobbed on Bucky’s length. His hands roamed the expanse of Bucky’s bare, smooth skin. His rough calluses left burning trails on his skin as they wandered possessively over Bucky’s body. When they reached Bucky’s lips, Bucky parted them and they dove right in. Bucky moaned around the digits, his tongue licking and wrapping around them as they fucked his mouth. Steve moaned around his length and Bucky came with a sudden burst. He mewled around Steve’s fingers as he shot his load into Steve’s mouth and down his throat.

Steve milked his cock until Bucky was spent. He kissed up Bucky’s body and looked up at him with mischief in his eyes. Bucky had a feeling that later on, he was gonna hear about coming without permission. At least Steve didn’t seem inclined to interrupt this to punish Bucky.

He brought the fingers that Bucky had been sucking on down and began to tease at Bucky’s opening. Bucky moaned softly as they entered him with relative ease, his body still a bit loose from when he’d had sex with Sam. Steve grinned up at him as he worked Bucky open.

“More, Daddy,” Bucky whined.

“Patience, baby boy,” Steve murmured. “Wanna take my time with you.”

“But I want more, Daddy,” Bucky replied. “Wanna feel you, Daddy.”

“Aw, baby, did you miss having Daddy’s cock in your tight little ass?” Steve asked with a grin. He smacked him lightly on the ass. “Don’t worry, Daddy’s gonna fix that soon.”

“Not if you don’t hurry up,” Bucky said with a grin of his own. He pushed down against Steve’s hand and the fingers in his ass. They brushed against his prostate and Bucky moaned loudly. Steve’s other hand wrapped around Bucky’s cock and began to jerk him again while his fingers teased Bucky’s prostate.

“Wanna make this good for you, baby,” Steve said. “So shut up and just take what Daddy gives you, ya brat.”

With that, Steve pressed a third finger into Bucky’s hole and Bucky moaned at the slight burn as his hole stretched to accommodate him. Steve played Bucky’s body like a musical instrument, coaxing soft moans and desperate groans from him with practiced ease. Bucky just lay back and took it obediently. He could feel it, his second orgasm approaching, building in the pit of his stomach.

“Daddy, I’m close,” he mewled.

“Come for me, baby boy,” Steve said. He kissed Bucky’s stomach. “Go on, baby. Come for Daddy.”

Bucky whimpered as he came, his load spilling into Steve’s fist. Steve pumped his cock until he Bucky was completely spent. When Bucky was done, he released Bucky’s cock and pressed his come slick fingers to Bucky’s lips. Bucky opened his mouth and licked his come from Steve’s fingers. It was somewhat strange, eating his own come, but it wasn’t all that different from anyone else’s.

Steve slowly removed his fingers from Bucky’s hole. Bucky moaned half in relief and half in disappointment. Much as overstimulation was fun, it wasn’t something he wanted now. Steve didn’t seem eager to overwhelm Bucky either, but he had a feeling it would happen later.

Instead, he reached down to unbuckle his belt and shoved his pants to the floor. His cock emerged, thick and long and glorious. Bucky’s mouth went dry at the sight of it. Somehow, he was just as entranced by it as he was the first time he saw it. At the same time, it was now a familiar sight and he recognized the shape, every bump and vein of that glorious length. Steve leaned over and kissed him.

“Let me know when you’re ready,” he said. Bucky nodded. “God, but you’re beautiful. I’m such a lucky man.”

“Looked in a mirror lately?” Bucky murmured. He laid his hands on Steve’s chest and roamed over the toned muscle. “I wonder sometimes what I did to deserve you.”

“Hopefully something good,” Steve chuckled. Bucky groaned and slapped Steve’s chest.

“You’re a little shit,” Bucky said. Steve laughed and kissed him again. Then his gaze fell to the cut on Bucky’s lip.

“I—”

“If you’re about to say something stupid like you should’ve been there to help me, I will strap an ice pack to your balls,” Bucky said. Steve blinked for a moment and laughed at that.

“Fine,” he said. “I won’t say it.”

Bucky ran his hands up to Steve’s shoulders and wrapped his arms around Steve’s neck. He kissed him firmly on the lips.

“It’s okay. I’m okay,” Bucky murmured against Steve’s lips. “That’s all that matters. We’re here, now, and I love you.”

Steve stared down at him for a moment before he pressed another hot, slightly possessive kiss to Bucky’s lips. Bucky moaned softly into his mouth. It was hot and Bucky, shockingly, felt his cock start to harden again as Steve kissed him.

“You’re mine, Bucky,” Steve murmured. “‘Til the end of the line.”

Bucky groaned lowly as he reached down to grip Steve’s ass. Steve grunted as Bucky squeezed it.

“And you’re mine,” Bucky murmured. “Mine. Don’t let some asshole distract you from me.”

Steve smiled and kissed him again. “I won’t. I promise.”

“Good,” Bucky said. “Because I’m ready.”

“Are you?” Steve asked with a grin.

He sat up and grabbed Bucky’s legs. Bucky wrapped them around Steve’s waist. He grabbed the lube from the nightstand and lubed up his cock before he pressed it to Bucky’s hole. Bucky took a deep breath and relaxed the broad head of Steve’s cock breached him. He moaned at the stretch, the familiar burn as his ass stretched around Steve’s length. Steve buried himself deeper in Bucky’s ass inch by inch, all the while looking down at Bucky with a mixture of love and hunger.

When Steve finally bottomed out, he and Bucky both breathed deeply. Bucky clutched Steve’s biceps almost desperately as his body sang with pleasure. The feeling filled him from the tips of his toes to the sweaty strands of hair that clung to his forehead. Steve didn’t seem winded at all, but his eyes were almost black with arousal. Bucky could feel Steve’s hot length inside him practically begging to fuck him.

“God,” Steve groaned. “God, you feel incredible.”

“Fuck me, Daddy,” Bucky breathed. “Want it, want you.”

“My sweet baby boy,” Steve purred. He began to rock his hips into Bucky’s ass, his thick member rubbing directly against Bucky’s prostate. Bucky arched off the bed beneath Steve’s body. “You like that, baby? Missed Daddy’s cock, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Bucky moaned. “Missed it so much!”

Steve groaned and leaned down. He wrapped his arms around Bucky’s body and held him. Bucky loved the feeling of being in Steve’s arms and being fucked. It felt incredible and right.

“Missed you, too, Buck,” Steve said. He kissed him on the lips with such tenderness Bucky almost forgot that Steve was making love to him. “Miss you every time I go away.”

Bucky kissed him back. “I’ll forgive you,” he whispered. “As long as you always come back.”

“I will,” Steve said. “Always.”

Steve’s thrusts grew longer, but remained gentle. Bucky and Steve stayed wrapped around each other. They kissed with lazy ease, content in each other and their bodies. Bucky broke the kiss to suck a mark onto Steve’s clear, pale skin. It would be gone within an hour, but Bucky loved the idea of having some way to mark Steve, however briefly. Steve bent to nuzzle Bucky’s neck and suck more marks onto him and Bucky moaned. The fact that those stuck around was one of his favorite things.

“Daddy,” Bucky moaned as Steve sucked his later mark onto Bucky’s collarbone. “Fuck, Daddy, feels so good.”

“Such a good boy,” Steve purred. He kissed the mark before he rose to kiss Bucky’s lips again. “Daddy loves you.”

His thrusts grew a little faster and Bucky gasped with each thrust. Steve groaned as Bucky clenched around him. Bucky could see stars. He clung to Steve’s body as his thrusts gradually grew until Steve’s cock was delivering long thrusts into Bucky’s body. Steve grunted as his hips slapped against Bucky’s body.

“Gonna come, baby boy,” Steve said. “Gonna come inside you. God, baby, feel so good around my cock.”

“Please, Daddy,” Bucky moaned. “Please, gimme your come. Love you, love you so much, Daddy, I want it.”

Steve grunted and groaned before he came. Bucky felt Steve’s cock pulse as it released his hot load into Bucky’s ass. Steve gasped for breath in Bucky’s ear for a moment before he rose and kissed Bucky’s lips again. Bucky gasped and moaned beneath him. He couldn’t reach his cock with Steve on top of him and dammit, it didn’t matter if he’d come twice already, he wanted to come again.

“Daddy,” he groaned. “Get offa me.”

Steve groaned in protest. “Nope, I’m comfy.”

“You’re a little shit,” Bucky replied. He thrust up with his hips. “Wanna come, Daddy.”

“Oh?” Steve asked. He rose slightly and reached between them and wrapped his hand around Bucky’s cock tightly. He jerked Bucky quickly and began to thrust again, his still hard cock fucking into him. “You gonna come again for Daddy, baby boy?”

“Yes, Daddy, please let me come,” he moaned.

“Come for me, baby boy,” Steve said. “Come for Daddy.”

Bucky came with a wrecked sigh. His third orgasm in the space of an hour and this one was practically blissful. His cock was sore and it made the pleasure of his orgasm feel even more intense. Steve squeezed every drop of his come from Bucky’s cock until he was spent. Bucky flopped onto the bed beneath him with a contented sigh.

“God,” he sighed again.

“You can just call me Daddy,” Steve replied. Bucky rolled his eyes.

“If I wasn’t this tired, I’d hit you,” he said. Steve chuckled and slowly took his cock out of Bucky’s ass and rolled off him.

“I needed that,” Steve said softly. “Thank you.”

Bucky rolled over on top of Steve’s chest. “I’m glad you’re back,” he said. “It’s not the same around here without you.”

Steve smiled down at him and kissed him softly. “I don’t like being away anymore, either,” he said. “I promise, though, I’m not gonna leave again until the holidays are over. Wanna be right here with you, unless there’s something really big and they really need me.”

Bucky smiled. “Thank you,” he said. “I’m glad. It’s nice to have a family again.”

Steve took one of Bucky’s hands in his and brought it to his lips. He kissed it softly and Bucky laid it against his cheek.

“Yes it is,” Steve replied.

#lemons #winterfalcon #sam wilson x bucky barnes #stucky #steve rogers x bucky barnes #avengers #marvel #Confessions #fanfic #my work #daddy steve

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xxkellsvixen19xx · 6 years

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Notice Chapter 10

Y/N bent over as Michael ordered and gripped the edge of the narrow table with both hands, her cheek pressed against the highly polished surface. She concentrated on his voice as he explained what he was about to do – hit her six times with whatever was his torture instrument of choice and she was to count with him. She wondered for a moment why he would insist on such a thing, but her thoughts were cruelly interrupted when the first blow fell on the tender skin of her butt. Was it a belt, a heavy leather belt?

In shock she bit down on her lip…

"Count, Y/N," his harsh voice commanded.

"One," she gasped, fighting past the shock, but no sooner had the word left her mouth when another hit connected, not quite in the same position on her behind but just as painful. She'd asked him to show her the worst and he wasn't pulling his punches. She steeled herself for the next blow. How would she ever get to six when the tears were already pooling in her eyes?

“Y/N… Count!" Michael hissed again.

"Two!" she managed to mumble a little louder.

As soon as she spoke, the third blow fell, this time on her opposite ass cheek. Her breath caught in her throat.

"Three!" she said, wincing, yet even to her own ears her voice sounded little more than a whisper. If he hadn't heard, would he be angry? She'd asked for this, but now she doubted she could go on. Her thoughts were a jumble. The pain she could almost manage, but the sound of Michael's heavy breathing was practically unbearable. He was getting off on her suffering.

The belt fell for the fourth time, disrupting all her ability for thought and before she had time to consider her voice cried out. "Yellow!" She knew she'd agreed to do this, but she needed some space. She needed to warn him. Would he listen?

There was a pause. Michael's breath caught. The only sound in the room was her soft weeping, but whether she was crying because of the pain, or the humiliation, or the knowledge of his elation, even she didn't know.

The pause stretched out... “Y/N, do you need to use your safeword, the one we agreed upon?" Unusually in this room,Michael’s voice was less dominant more tentative.

Did she? She so much wanted to escape the hurt, but did she want to fall at the first hurdle? Did she want to end her relationship with this broken, tortured... incredible man?

Before she could call her brain to order, there came the sound of something heavy falling to the hardwood floor and seconds later Michael's arms were lifting her from the table, cradling her to his chest. She pushed herself away from his arms and turned to face him.

I didn't say Red!" Surprisingly, these were the only words which forced themselves through her clenched teeth. "You still had two to go!" Why the hell did she say that? She should have been demanding that he never punish her again, never touch her again.

"No, Y/N. But I did," he explained, closing the distance between them again, his blue eyes narrowed in puzzlement.

Y/N stepped back once more. "I said Yellow!" she almost shouted, though why she should be arguing against the cessation of her punishment she had no idea.

"But you should have said Red!" Michael was adamant. "I know your body, Y/N. You hated every moment of that..."

"But you loved it," she countered, unable to halt the tears which ran messily down her cheeks.

Michael's brows furrowed. "At first... but no, I really didn't." He looked somehow lost. “Y/N, I'm your Dom. It's up to me to take care of you and if you don't want to do something, then neither do I."

Shaking her head, Y/N could only stare wide-eyed at the man she had fallen in love with against all her better judgement. What she should be doing is running from him as fast as she could. She didn't understand, yet she didn't move away when he wrapped his arms around her again.

"Come," he said, picking her up in his arms. "Let's get you bathed and see what we can do to ease your pain."

“Michael, we need to talk..."

"Of course we do. And we will, after you're feeling more comfortable. We need to seriously redefine your hard limits. But right now, making you feel better is my top priority."

He carried her to the door, wrapping her velvet robe around her to cover her nakedness. Smoothly, as if afraid he would jolt her, he'd turned towards the stairs when she realised this was the wrong direction.

"The sub's room is that way," she said jerking her head tiredly to the room at the opposite end of the corridor.

"You're not staying there tonight. I want you where I can take care of you."

But I'm still your Sub! Y/N sighed inside her mind, but she was too exhausted to argue. Earlier this evening, Michael had taken her to the Red Room where he'd introduced her to the Thomas Tallis experience, a wonderful session of mind-blowing sex where he'd treated her to multiple orgasms while the beautiful choral music played in her ears. Even Christian had admitted his satisfaction when he'd taken her to bed.

She'd napped a little before waking up to the sounds of his mournful piano playing drifting upstairs. Why did he always play such sad tunes? She'd quickly pulled on some clothes and gone down to the great room hoping to talk to him. Only she'd found him closed off, almost angry, refusing to answer her questions. Instead a dreadful row about his need to punish her had ensued which, in turn, had ended up with her subjecting herself to being physically chastised. Why had she opened her mouth? Why couldn't she have stayed in bed, though perhaps that would only have postponed this dire event? It was bound to have happened sometime. Better to discover now that they were incompatible, or were they? He did stop!

He carried her inside his bedroom and laid her very gently on the bed, shifting her so she was lying on her side while be placed a pillow behind her lower back.

"Stay there while I run your bath," he ordered, though not in his Dom voice.

Y/N gave the ghost of a smile. "OK. I don't think I can move right now anyway." Her voice was little more than a whisper.

"Good girl." Michael answered her smile, though his gaze was infinitely contrite. He softly kissed her forehead before disappearing into his bathroom.

Minutes later, when he returned, he found Y/N dozing. "Come on, Y/N," he said, encircling one arm around her shoulders while the other slipped under her legs. Seemingly without any effort, he scooped her up and took her to be bathed.

The water was warm and sweet smelling as it lapped against her body, though one of Michael's hands supported her back, preventing her weight from pressing down on her ass. She'd expected him to join her, but he sat on the edge of the tub as he tenderly washed her down. Strangely, Y/N felt a frisson of disappointment.

Jeez! Where did that come from? No matter how carefully Michael was treating her now, he was responsible for her hurting. Yet I signed that contract. I agreed to be his submissive. Honesty compelled her to admit that in the beginning Michael had tried to warn her. She had to accept some of the blame... and did she really want to leave him?

As her mind drifted anxiously in circles, she was lifted from the water and wrapped in warm towels. He sat on an armchair, setting her on his lap while he patted her dry. Even if she'd wanted to see to her own needs, it seemed her body was incapable of moving, so she lay and let him do as he wished while her heavy eyelids threatened to close.

"Don't worry, Y/N. You'll soon be able to sleep. Just stay with me a little bit longer and I'll let you alone."

What the fuck? Y/N's exhausted body tried to jack-knife off his lap. “Michael, I can't manage another fu... round."

"That's not what I meant!" He held her to his chest, his strong arms like steel encased in velvet. "I'm not a monster, Y/N. At least, I hope you'll see I'm not one. No more sex for you tonight. Maybe tomorrow. We'll have to see how you feel."

Maybe no sex tomorrow either? Even feeling the way she did, Y/N wasn't sure some very small part of her objected. When had she become so insatiable? Ever since I met Michael Langdon, her subconscious reminded her.

In her reverie, she hadn't noticed that Michael had laid her face down on his bed, turning her head so she faced him, and gently smoothing her damp hair from her forehead.

"This is arnica ointment. It will help soothe the sting and reduce the inflammation. We might need to apply it a few times, but it will help, I promise," he spoke quietly as his fingers skimmed across her ass, gently rubbing in the salve and Y/N was surprised to feel the burning recede a little, though whether this was the result of the cream or Michael's magic fingers, she didn't know.

As long as he never uses a belt on me again. Her body froze at the thought.

"No more belts, Y/N. Ever!" He bent down and whispered in her ear, answering her unspoken need. "Tomorrow, if you feel up to it, we'll review the contract. I don't like seeing you so wounded. I've never felt like this before. Another first for you, Miss Y/L/N."

Y/N gave a tiny giggle, surprising herself. A very short time ago she'd felt angry and shamed. But now she found herself drifting off to sleep to the sound of Michael's voice and the feel of his soft caresses. Just before sleep took her completely, she knew that he'd climbed into the bed behind her, his arm resting around her waist and his now flaccid dick nestling between her buttocks and somehow she was comforted. She wouldn't have to leave him. Maybe they would be able to sort this out.

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When Y/N woke again, it felt like morning, though the light from outside was grey, reminding her of Michael's intense, worried eyes. She was alone and felt disorientated. Experimenting, she stretched her tired muscles and immediately regretted her actions. Her behind hurt, a burning sensation covering the skin on her butt. At once she was reminded of the past night, or was it in the early hours of this morning.

She looked around the dimly lit room to discover she was alone, though not in her sub's room. This bed was much larger and she was wrapped in the silken sheets almost as in a nest... but very much alone.

Where was Michael? Last night he'd told her he wanted her with him. Had he changed his mind? Perhaps he'd thought about her chickening out of her punishment and couldn't stand to face her. Though she hadn't told him to stop. That was down to him! But honesty compelled her to admit she'd been grateful that he had.

#ahs apocalypse #ahs #michael langdon #cody fern #fanfic

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the-faculty · 7 years

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1/2. I'm a s/m, but my partner is an only sometimes top, and not very sadistic one. he gives me what he can, but gosh its frustrating sometimes. he likes complicated sentences, which are just too hard for me when I'm trying to "relax" into the headspace. Eg last night I was on the edge of orgasm and he started to say "no orgasm without the usual protocol of asking" and I heard "no" and launched myself away from the vibe so I didn't disobey and he got confused as to why I'd do that.

2/2. I have finally managed to train him out of using map directions to position me, thank Christ. Who knows where north is at any time? Any chance you and yours could come up with some short 2-4 word phrases I could give him for basic requests. I’ve already suggested “ask first” or “wait” and saying he needs to use them early, and to position me physically or with “hands and knees”, but anything would be appreciated to cover a range of Situations!

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I certainly understand how cognitive function is reduced in deep subspace, and understand where your struggle is coming from. However I’m afraid I don’t have the kind of answer you’re looking for.

It may simply be me and my relationship experiences speaking, but the way you’ve asked indicates a misunderstanding of what you want.

If you are looking for your partner to be more Dominant and to Top you, errr, better?, then you’ve gone the wrong way. You’ve taken his power of direction out of his hands and decided the way you want your submission to look for yourself.

This isn’t how a Dominant functions. While you may safeword and have your input (and you must have these options for the sake of a SSC relationship) the responsibility of a sub or bottom is to learn to follow the way their leader leads.

If he is choosing to give you directions based on geographic orientation, it is in your hands whether you will adapt or refuse. Refusal takes away the power of the Dominant.

As for coming up with phrases, perhaps my counterparts will have more to offer. To me, it would seem you yourself have the idea of how to direct him to please you.

Sincere apologies if this comes across too strong, but the way you’re looking at things seems counter to how things are being played out (in the brief amount you’ve shared).

💠Kitten💠

144 here. I have to weigh in with @spoiled_lil_kitten here. It’s his job to micromanage, not yours. You are flirting with “topping from the bottom.” I can’t speak for other Doms, but in my world, topping is a firing offense. You want a leader? Then let him lead!

Wolf

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I would like you to consider that as a “sometimes dominant” it sounds like he has found his voice as a Dom in an area that he was truly confident in. Namely his formality and intellect. The carefully crafted orders are his way of Doming and you have gutted that dominance with “training him to top you as you like” if you do not want to submit then don’t but if you do submit then you submit his way.

♠1SL❤️

I do not, in any way, disagree with my cohorts here. However, I wonder if this is how your Dom speaks in everyday life; how experienced he is; if you’ve approached him with deference and respect to ask him to provide you with training in understanding his formal approach; and if you truly want to submit to him? If so, position yourself as a submissive (in every sense of the word) and request more intense training so that you immediately understand his instructions and can be the excellent, obedient, well trained submissive he deserves.ES 🐉

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I have a little to add to the conversation. Having the elusive subspace as your primary goal of impact play can be in a way setting yourself up for failure. I've been there before where your own thoughts get in the way of letting go. Then on top of that your D does something that snaps you out of your pattern and you think Noooooo it's gone!!!! Well after one such episode in our post scene debrief I talked about how what he did snapped me out of it and Sirs reaction- well he told me that he had a different agenda - he wanted me to learn how to cum through pain. This totally changed how I reacted in the future and over time, yes, I can now cum during impact play, just from his words building me up with the pain. Additionally this actually helped with my subspace - I was focussing more on his words than before and using that to still my own mind and let go. Regarding the compass directions - well you know your bedroom/house/yard/wherever you play. Take the time to orientate yourself before the scene starts, so if he does tell you to face south you can. You know this would please him- so what is the issue? Make his voice and his commands your rock and stop thinking about what you think you need to get to subspace.

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lady-divine-writes · 8 years

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Klaine Advent Drabble and Bitchmas one-shot “Relinquished Opportunities” (Rated NC17)

While Blaine and Jeff work late, Kurt and Nick are in Kurt's studio doing Jell-O shots and discussing "serious issues". But when Blaine returns, Kurt tells Blaine to make love to him, leaving Blaine to make the decision that's in both their best interests. (1785 words)

I'm really proud of this scene for one very important reason - it shows Kurt get into a situation where he makes a slightly irresponsible call, and Blaine takes care of him. For people who love to read D/s fic, this is really important because it illustrates some things that people tend to forget, and that’s that Dominants are human beings who sometimes make mistakes, and submissives are strong people with minds of their own and the ability to make judgment calls without the help of their Dom/mes. Both Kurt and Blaine are strong individuals who also find strength in one another. They are in love, and they are human. Those are all important things to remember about D/s. Written for my Take Me Over series, but can be read alone. Written in part for the Klaine Advent Drabble prompt opportunity, and @lilinas's Bitchmas prompt 'naughty'.

Dom Kurt, sub Blaine. Warning for drunkenness. With a touch of Niff.

Read on AO3.

“Okay, okay, okay, we’ve covered whips …

“… chains …”

“… and underwear. So since we’ve answered all of the serious questions, what should we talk about now?” Nick asked, clumsily reaching for the Jell-O shot closest to him. His fingers danced around the tray as he zeroed in on the blurry shot. As soon as his skin brushed plastic, he grabbed it as if it would scurry off. He lifted the little plastic cup of orange gelatin to his lips and sucked it into his mouth like an oyster from The Four Seasons.

Kurt stared wide-eyed, as if amazed by Nick’s Jell-O shot eating prowess, then barked out the word, “Butts.” A pause later, he laughed out loud, rolling on the floor like a giddy kindergartner.

Nick raised an unimpressed eyebrow at his usually more sophisticated mentor, but then burst out laughing, too. In the midst of their guffawing, Nick grabbed another shot, this time purple. He slurped it out of the cup and swallowed it in one go, but the noise he made in the process made Kurt laugh so hard, his entire face went a shade of red to rival the paint on the walls.

“Okay, but whose butts are we gonna be talking about?”

“I don’t know,” Kurt said, catching his breath. He tried to sit up, but the room started to spin, so he decided to shimmy over to Nick and rest his head on his friend’s thigh. “Who do we know who’s got a great ass? I mean, one really worth talking about?”

Nick struggled to think, his brain thick with technicolored fog. “Brad Pitt?”

Kurt made a face. “You know, to be honest, I’ve never really been much of a Brad Pitt fan. I’m more of a Robert Downey, Jr. kind of guy.”

“Nicccce,” Nick said, prolonging the consonant with a grin and a nod … but only one since moving his head in any way proved to be a bad idea. “Definitely a nice set of buns there. How about Leonardo DiCaprio?”

Kurt bobbed his head in lukewarm agreement. “I guess so. But I don’t think I’ve seen him from behind lately. What was the last movie he was in where you got a really good shot of his glutes? He can’t just ride his Romeo and Juliet laurels his entire life.”

“You have a point there,” Nick said. “But those were some fine laurels.”

“Yes.” Kurt looked up at his friends with unfocused eyes. “Yes, they were.”

“So, are we looking for, like … Ryan Reynolds?”

“Ah-ha!” Kurt points enthusiastically. “There you go! Now you’re getting it! Hugh Jackman.”

“Oh! Don’t forget Jason Momoa. Phew!” Nick fanned himself, sighing dramatically. “That Justice League Trailer with him as Aquaman had me wet.”

“Damn it!” Kurt exclaimed. “Where have I been? He should have been first on the list! Just … you know … right up there.” Kurt motioned with grabby hands, pushing Jason Momoa’s invisible tush up to the top.

“Nu-uh,” Nick said with a far-off look and a loopy grin. “Do you know who should have been first on the list?”

Kurt looked at Nick curiously. “Who?”

“Jeff.”

“Mmm,” Kurt hummed. “And Blaine. But we didn’t want to play home field advantage,” he added to quell the guilt that was killing his buzz. “Need to give other players their shot at bat.”

“Good call,” Nick said, pretty sure that Kurt was mangling his analogies, but he couldn’t care less. “Good call.”

“But God, Blaine’s got the greatest ass,” Kurt remarked, biting his lower lip to keep from openly salivating.

“Yes, he does have a great ass,” Nick agreed. “He’s been working on it his entire life. You are soooo lucky you get to tap that.”

“And your man,” Kurt wedged in. “Not that I’ve been looking, mind you, but he looks like he can do some serious thrusting. He was a dancer.”

“Still is if you ask him nicely,” Nick slurred. “But so’s your man.”

“True.” Kurt grinned bright and goofy picturing the man who slept beside him night after night, thinking about how Goddamned lucky he was. “But yours was like … a dancer dancer. A professional dancer. He lived, ate, and breathed it, didn’t he? Of course, he did. You can tell just by looking at him.”

“Yeah.” The two men fell silent at the same time, staring off into the distance, each with their own image of Blaine or Jeff’s ass playing in their minds. Nick idly reached for another shot, but his hand met with empty space on the tray where several rows of plastic cups used to be. Nick looked at the tray, squinting to count up how many shots were left. When he couldn’t remember which number came after ten, he stopped counting. “Did you want another shot? They’re going fast.”

“No,” Kurt said, waving his offer away, “thank you, but, I don’t wanna get drunk.”

“Kurt,” Nick said, voice strained as he tried not to laugh, “I think you’re already drunk.”

Kurt rolled his head to look at Nick and tut, but laughed when the world swayed left before his eyes. “Yeah! I think you’re right!”

A knock on the door interrupted Kurt and Nick’s giggle fest, but they couldn’t stop. And Kurt didn’t want to. Dave and Adam were watching the kids specifically so Kurt could have this night of stress relief with his best friend while Blaine and Jeff worked late, so he refused to feel guilty for taking advantage of it. He couldn’t remember the last time he got good and properly drunk – probably way before the kids were born, if he ever did. He got to be Mr. Strict and Severe the majority of the time.

He deserved this one night to be stupid and carefree.

The door swung open and a head peeked in, smiling mouth and bright hazel eyes popping open in surprise at the sight of the two men, drunk as skunks, tangled together on the floor.

“Uh … hey guys. How are you doin’?” Blaine opened the door wider to let Jeff in, stifling a snicker when Jeff stopped short in the doorway.

“Hey!” Nick and Kurt cheered from their pile on the floor.

“You’re just in time,” Kurt said, trying to stand up and failing incredibly. “There’s a handful of shots left. You guys can catch up.”

“I wish I could,” Jeff said, swooping in to pick up his boyfriend, who didn’t even make an attempt to move, “but I’ve gotta drive.”

“No, you don’t,” Kurt argued, grabbing for Nick’s hand and trying to steal him back as Jeff lifted him into the air. “You guys can sleep in here. We’ve got plenty of room.”

“Jeff’s got an early morning,” Blaine explained, catching Kurt before he hit the floor too hard.

“Party pooper.” Kurt frowned, but he couldn’t keep it up for all of his giggling. “See you guys later.”

“See ya! Thanks for the party,” Nick called, wrapping his arms around Jeff’s neck and surrendering to being carried off like a damsel in a silent movie.

Blaine followed. “Drive safely,” he said, then shut and locked the door behind them.

“Go ahead and have a shot,” Kurt said when Blaine returned. “Nick bought the vodka. It’s apparently really expensive.”

“I think I’ll pass,” Blaine said with an amused shake of his head. He could put it on Nick’s shoulders for being a bad influence, but Blaine only had himself to blame. He’d introduced the two men. How was he supposed to know the effect they’d have on one another? “Tell you what - let’s sleep out here tonight so the kids don’t have to see you wasted. Hmm?”

Kurt chuckled deviously. “That sounds like an excellent idea, Mr. Anderson.”

Blaine felt a chill when Kurt called him that, and he knew that Kurt had something other than sleep in mind. He did the same as Jeff, lifting Kurt in his arms bridal style, and carried him off to his futon. Kurt smirked at Blaine, his beautiful and obedient sub. Kurt’s hands rose to Blaine’s shoulders, but instead of looping them around the back of Blaine’s neck, he started unbuttoning his collar.

“Make love to me,” Kurt said, part sounding like a command, which Blaine would normally drop to his knees to obey, but part sounding like a plea, from a man to his lover. Because that was what they’d always been to one another, aside from Dom and sub. Lovers. But regardless of their positions, or who had the authority, they both had a responsibility to one another, and that responsibility mattered most, above all other things.

And for that reason, Blaine said, “I can’t.”

Kurt snickered, his brow wrinkling once he realized Blaine was serious. “What? What do you mean you can’t? Why not?”

“Because you’re drunk.”

“We’ve done it drunk before.”

“That was different.”

“How was that different?”

“We got drunk together,” Blaine explained gently, “but we had decided sober that we were going to have sex. You can’t consent if you’re drunk.” Blaine leaned forward to run his nose over Kurt’s. “You taught me that.”

“Come on, Blaine,” Kurt whined. “I promise it’ll be fine. I know all the safewords.” Kurt tittered, and then he snorted. Blaine was tempted to laugh, but he needed to be serious. He needed to make the Dom side of Kurt’s brain listen. Blaine knew Kurt. Drunk or sober, Blaine knew he’d come around.

“Look, if you want me to have sex with you while you’re drunk and I’m not, we’ll hash out the details when you’re sober, and work from there. We’ll write them out. We’ll make rules. Add them to the contract like we always do. But not until then.”

Kurt went quiet, assessing his sub while Blaine put him down on his futon and started unlacing his shoes.

“You’re really turning me down?” Kurt asked. There was an insecurity in Kurt’s voice that drove hooks into Blaine. It almost reeled him in. Blaine had heard that tone in his own voice, and when it was there, Kurt always took care of him. Blaine had to do the same.

“I’m really turning you down,” Blaine said.

Kurt sniffed, and Blaine braced himself for whatever Kurt’s Dominant side might dish out. But no sooner did Kurt sniff then he smiled, tenderly putting a hand to his sub’s cheek. “You’re a good man, Blaine Anderson.”

“And so are you, Kurt Hummel.” Blaine, kneeling at Kurt’s feet, took his Dom’s hand and kissed his wrist. “The best. So I’m not going to risk losing you.”

“Don’t worry, my love,” Kurt said, resting his cheek on Blaine’s curls. “I don’t think that’s possible.”

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itshummelswitch · 4 years

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GAVURT | Hush.

WHEN: May 19th, 2020

WHERE: Gavin Sawyer’s house.

WHO: Gavin Sawyer & Kurt Hummel.

EVENT: Kurt is getting punished by traditionalist Gavin Sawyer for talking back. Gavin takes it upon himself to correct the behavior.

TRIGGERS: Manipulation, physical impact, and other NSFW behaviors.

Gavin would be lying if he said he wasn’t genuinely looking forward to this punishment in particular. Over his time here living on the island, he had administered countless punishments and the only ones that tended to stick out were the switches. It was probably because he was extra hard on them given his personal opinion on the matter of made up mark. Kurt had been wrong, normally Gavin wouldn’t give a switch the time of day but as far as punishments go, nothing would please Gavin more than to teach a switch a lesson. That was exactly what Gavin intended on doing once Kurt arrived. He stood in the center of his hall, waiting for Kurt and the guard to arrive. Gavin had his shoulders rolled back, and his strong jaw set, instantly looking intimidating. He wore what he typically did during punishments, a pair of leather pants and leather harness, and an executioners hood to top it off. In his hand held burgundy colored leather riding crop, and beside him was a small table brought to the hall just for this occasion. On top of the table sat a black leather muzzle and a collar, and a leash. This was only the first part of the punishment, and Gavin was excited, aroused even at the idea of what Kurt’s expression would be when he saw what was really in store for him. There came a ring of the bell and Gavin smirked. “Enter.” He called out.

After everything that had gone down throughout the day, Kurt had gone through a good amount of emotions. Ranging from numb, terrified, upset, and now he just felt like he was being dragged to his execution. His stomach had dropped in his body, and he couldn't even find the appetite to eat all day. So of course the shaky feeling in his legs was part adrenaline and part lack of fuel to keep his energy up. He didn't care at this point. Mostly keeping his arms folded as he let Max escort him. The one guard who brought him comfort. Even so much that he had hugged the guard before the doorbell even was rung with a whispered thank you. Being given permission to enter, Max opens the door and Kurt steps inside. Arms still hugging around himself, dressed in nothing fancy as he had no idea what to expect and wasn't going to wear something he cared about in case it ended up torn. The red tank top showed off his toned arms at least, and the black sweats with the red high top shoes still held a look that he was put together. Of course Gavin's mask got a bit of a brow raise, ignoring his blood going cold and his chest hurting forcing him to take a deep breath. Be bold, Kurt. Confident. Don't show him weakness. Chin lifting, he steps in closer then moves automatically to his knees when he was close enough. Still not saying anything, but refusing to break eye contact.

Gavin couldn’t tell if he was disappointed or not that the switch was so obedient from the start. He figured he’d come in running his mouth. As it was, the other man was already on his knees without Gavin having to do really anything. He doubted that this silence was going to last, hence the muzzle beside him. He snapped his fingers and pointed to the spot at his feet with his riding crop. “You will crawl on your hands and knees. Kneel here, back straight, hands behind your back.” He put his hands behind his own back a moment as he regarded Kurt and waited for him to comply. Gavin was going to enjoy this evening together with this Hummel. Riley was easy on the eyes but there was something innocent he saw in Kurt that made the man all more attractive to him. What he couldn’t have in Riley, he could have in this one right here. “A few rules before we get started.” He said with a clearing of his throat. “One; you will call me Master for the duration of your stay here. Failure to do so and you’ll receive five lashes. Two; you will follow everything I have to say. Failure to do so will result in five lashes. Three; probably the most important rule of all, safe words and signals. You will use either if you feel the need.” Gavin may have hated switches but it didn’t mean he compromised his integrity of being a Dom. He respected safe words and signals, unlike some he had come to know on the island growing up here. It wasn’t just about hurting Kurt. No, the point of this was to punish him for what he did wrong and correct him, making sure he did not do it again. “Now, tell me your safe word and signal.”

It takes Kurt reigning in his snark, though it doesn't stop him from shooting a pointed glare up at the other man before he leans forward and carefully crawls to the spot that was asked of him. He promised Riley and Skye that he'd be respectful, even if he didn't promise his facial responses to be as easy to control. They should be grateful he was biting his tongue. If he had to draw his own blood, so be it. Anything was better then to get more people mad at him. Not trusting him. Fuck. Straightening his back, he moves his hands directly behind his back, grasping his fingers together to keep them in place without must effort. Though he does press his tongue against the inside of his cheek, still keeping his gaze trained on Gavin, not about to back down yet. He was a Hummel. No one pushed the Hummel's around. Not even strong Dominant's with a terrifying and intimidating presence like Gavin had. Good looks be damned. With a controlled inhale through his nose, withholding an eye roll at the rule about calling him that title. Inwardly he'd have to add the Pokémon part to justify it all. "Safeword is Vogue. Safe signal is three knocks against a surface or dropping an item you provide..." A beat, eyes narrowing. "Master."

Gavin noted the expressions on Kurt’s face, not oblivious to the obvious disdain the other held for him. It was why Kurt was here in the first place. He didn’t do anything in retaliation to the look in Kurt’s eye. There was time for that. Gavin lifted his chin. “Vogue. Three knocks against a surface or dropping of an item I give you.” He repeated out loud, so Kurt knew that Gavin understood. It was time to begin. Gavin placed the riding crop on the table. And first picked up the leather collar. “There are two parts to this punishment.” He said and bent over and fitted the collar around Kurt’s neck making sure it wasn’t too tight or uncomfortable. He reached for the muzzle next but before he put it on Kurt, Gavin pulled back. “Hard limits?”

Kurt nods in confirmation at the safety boundaries being repeated back. "That's correct..." He flexes his jaw. "...Master." Pokémon, Kurt, think of Pokémon. Don't let him win. He rolls his shoulders back, watching the Dominant closely as he steps in with the collar. For whatever reason, he feels some kind of weight fall off his shoulders. Oh. He was getting what he wanted. Something he had wanted during the mockclaim and never got to that point. As it slips around his neck, of course the Switch adjusting his head to make it as easy as possible for it to be buckled and properly strapped in, his eyes close. Oh, that felt nice. Perhaps it was suppose to help put him in the headspace or used as degradation, but if anything that gave him some eased feeling lifting in his chest. After a moment as the hard limits get asked if him next, he blinks his eyes open again, they're a little shiny, though no tears fall. If he was going to do that, he would wait for it be warranted. While eyeing the muzzle, his jaw flexing again. "Fisting, breath play, bathroom play, feet, armpits, extreme body modification, vomit, water boarding...Master."

Gavin felt a small bit of triumph when he took in Kurt’s reaction to the collar. There was clearly a part of him that was ready to submit to Gavin, or maybe just submit in general. Now, if he could just break him enough to keep that boisterous side from coming out. Gavin nodded, making a mental note about the hard limits. None of that was in store for Kurt tonight, Gavin was pleased that he could continue as he planned. “Good boy.” He praised and fit the muzzle around Kurt’s head, being careful and gentle as he could. “Since you like to run your mouth so much. We’re going to keep it shut for a while as I walk my new puppy around the house.” He held up the leash. “Before we go for a walk, I think you better lose the clothes you’re wearing. All of them.”

Allowing his head to bow so the muzzle could be fashioned upon his face and head, he reaches up to adjust a few of the straps that were pinching then returns his hands behind his back. His skin was so sensitive at times, it was ridiculous. He didn't want Riley to pick him up and see any kind of blemishes on his face while thinking he got beaten or something. Even testing the flexibility as he opens his mouth in the muzzle as far as he could then closes it. It wasn't too uncomfortable, just the warm air of his breathing hitting his face reminded him that he would probably break out in the next twelve hours. He could deal with that later. Shifting at the next order, he moves to sit on his ass first so he could get his shoes and socks off, neatly folding the socks to press into the shoes and sets them to the side. Deciding that standing would be more energy he didn't have, he lies down on his back and hooks his thumbs into the waist band of the sweats and the basic boxer briefs, pushing them down and off. His ass feeling the cool floor beneath him, causing a shiver while he sits up to fold them too, setting them atop his shoes. The tank came last until he was completely naked, just as requested. Returning to his knees, he tilts his head back, finding Gavin's masked face.

Gavin watched as Kurt did as he asked and undressed himself. The boy had a near perfect body, finely toned.The things he’d like to do to that body. Gavin took another minute to appreciate Kurt’s physique, noting the bandage around Kurt’s arm. He’d ask about that later on. He just fit the muzzle on Kurt and he wasn’t going to remove it right away to ask a silly question. “Perfect. Good boy.” Gavin said as he ruffled Kurt’s hair. He hooked the leash onto the collar and picked up the riding crop once more. “You’ll keep up with me and if you don’t...you’ll get five lashes with this.” He took the crop and placed it under Kurt’s chin. “Look at you. Maybe you should wear one of these things more often. The silence is nice.” He gave a light tug on the leash and started to walk. “We’ll go once around the house before we go to my favorite room. While we walk, let me remind you as to why a switch is not a legitimate mark.”

As the riding crop is placed under his chin, Kurt feels his body tense as if he was expecting it to hit him already. But it didn't. While he doesn't exactly glare, he definitely gives the Dominant a squint of his eyes as he feels the insult coming. Of course he isn't able to say anything, but he makes a disgruntled noise in his throat while moving forward again on his hands again to begin the actual crawling. It doesn't start uncomfortable, just awkward as he follows behind the Dominant, eyes mostly trained on the ground so he knows where to put his hands next in his movements. Mostly using his weight on his upper body to make sure his knees don't end up too badly bruised. Though he bruised easily, of course he'd still have black and blue knees for a while.

The noise from Kurt wasn’t lost on Gavin. He heard it and it wasn’t too long before Kurt fell behind in his pace to keep up with Gavin. The Dom stopped and tugged lightly on the leash again as they made their way out of the hall. He took the riding crop and swatted Kurt five times on the ass. “I thought I said keep up.” Gavin was pretty sure he had made himself clear. He paused a second and gave one more swat to Kurt’s ass. “That was for the noise earlier. Unless it’s a moan, I don’t want to hear it.” He said flatly. Gavin was still a tiny bit impressed with how little of a fight Kurt put up. “Back there, when I put that collar on you.” Gavin said after a minute or two of silence, rounding the corner into Gavin’s library. “I could tell you enjoyed it. That’s because a sub is the true nature of any so-called ‘switch’. You think you are capable of being a Dominant, but you aren’t. Sure, you’re bolder than most subs, but that’s because you haven’t accepted your true place.” Gavin reached over and ran his fingers through Kurt’s hair. “Switches are just kidding themselves. There is no place in this world for them. You need to realize this, Kurt. You’ll be better off.” There was another pause as they made their way into the study. “You brought this on yourself Kurt. No one to blame but yourself.”

Feeling the riding crop as he tries to speed himself up, though it doesn't mean he doesn't wince at the impact. Of course he had a lot worse than a riding crop in the past. And shit, he felt his cock jump between his legs at the contact against his ass. He would normally love attention to his ass, but not for this. It could get used against him in the worst way possible. Another glare is shot up at Gavin for a moment as he's being tugged along. He doesn't stop, but he feels his teeth clench painfully, only having his tongue to cushion the pressure. He wanted to argue. Make a point on how he tried to tell this guy that in asking for his help to begin with, but he has brushed him off. He knew who he was. He knew he leaned more submissive. But it didn't stop him from being able to dominate if he absolutely needed to. Briefly he thinks of Blaine and he feels sick all over again. He already felt defeated over that, no use in thinking about it again and getting himself feeling worse. He had to get through this first. Crawling into the study, he's at least grateful for the carpet or rug that his bruised knees come into contact with. It's not much of a comfort, as it still hurts his knees, and even the palms of his hands feel tender as it is. Another grunt is given when he's told he only has himself to blame, shooting Gavin another scowl but drops his gaze again, taking an obvious deep inhale and exhale.

“I heard that.” Gavin said, and smacked Kurt on the ass again with his crop. “That didn’t sound like a moan.” He continued to parade Kurt through the large house, and after a couple of minutes came to a door just off of the kitchen. He pulled back on the leash to get Kurt to heel before he turned to the switch, staring down at him and reaching out to pet Kurt on the head. “Such a good puppy. Did you like your walk?” Gavin turned and opened the door, revealing stairs leading down. “Ready for play time?” He asked with a small smirk. “I want you walking down the stairs on all fours. Got it? Any complaining or grunting, as you like to do in that muzzle, will result in another lash.”

Kurt's body jerks as the crop hits him again, and while he does still give Gavin a cold look, he falls silent for the rest of the walk. His knees and palms screaming with pain by the end of it, reminding him of why those into pet play were given pads to cushion this kind of position. But he was surviving. He could do it. This guy wasn't about to win. Though he does inwardly enjoy the petting against his head, his perfectly coiffed hair be damned. He liked the praise, and couldn't help but to lean his head into it while pressing into Gavin's leg for a few short seconds as he eases the weight of his hips down slightly to give himself a break. Stairs though. He can only feel how his arms shake at the sight of them. A breath, and he's lifting back up to the hands and knees position and moving to the edge without further prompting. It doesn't look entirely steep. Not entirely impossible. Assessing the view, he starts down. It's slow. Adjusting his weight until he finds a position that works. One hand moving at a time, carefully having his knees follow in step. He almost loses his footing, which causes a noise lifting his upper body to balance on his knees until he steadies again. A breath. His heart in his throat. He carefully moves his hands back down to continue to descend.

The moment he felt Kurt lean into the touch, Gavin smirked. He would have him broken by the end of the night, he was confident about it. He held the leash and allowed for Kurt to go first down the stairs. He flipped a light on to illuminate the way. Once they were at the bottom, he flipped on another switch, granting some dim light to the basement around them. There was equipment everywhere, as well as racks of toys and harnesses, cuffs, collars, you name it. Gavin leaned down and unhooked the leash giving Kurt another pat on the head. “That’s my good boy.” He snapped his fingers and pointed to the spot at his feet. “You will kneel here, arms behind your back. I could tell there were parts that you enjoyed up there.” Gavin said walking over to the hand up his riding crop on the wall. He let his fingers run over the various whips that hung next to his crop collection. “It occurred to me that you may not think of this as a punishment. Maybe you’ve had worse.” Gavin picked up the bullwhip for a moment, contemplating if he still wanted to use it as planned. He glanced back at Kurt a moment, holding the whip and showing it off before he turned and put it back. “I’m not here to torture you.” Gavin said, his attention back on his whips and floggers. “I would only do something like that with consent. Not for a punishment. Some Doms who are born here and are traditionalists like myself, may not show that kind of mercy to a switch. Something to keep in mind going forward.” He landed on one of his favorites, an 8 tailed braided flogger. “Let’s get you set up.” Gavin turned on his heels and smirked at Kurt. “Follow me.” He led Kurt to a corner of the basement where a metal device stood that he had set up to keep the person in it standing spread eagle against the machine. Gavin set the flogger down on a nearby table and bent over to remove the muzzle and then the collar. “Rise. Arms out, feet apart, face down.”

Finally he reached the ground and he can't feel himself relax. That was close. He almost fell and his arms were shaking and he just wanted to collapse there. With how much upper body strength he needed for that, his arms felt like limp noodles. But he still pushes forward to regain what energy he had. His stomach reminding him he should've eaten before this, but again he ignores it as he crawls inside the play room and kneels right where Gavin tells him. He wasn't about to argue that he enjoyed the praise. Proving to himself even that he wasn't awful at being a submissive with the right person who knew what they were doing. Clearly Gavin was an asshole but he knew what he was doing. Finally able to give his hands and knees a bit of a break, he straightens his back and he hears something pop, and he closes his eyes to let the loosening up experience relieve him in the moment while he could. Taking as much of the down time to breathe, channeling his energy back through his body. It's only for a few seconds as he hears Gavin talking and he blinks his eyes back open. The bullwhip would bring him to clench, eyes widening just enough as he could feel the strike of that against his naked body already. Evil bastard. Rubbing his palms together before crawling after Gavin again, and settling back on his haunches as the muzzle and collar get removed. He immediately misses the collar, but covers it up by rubbing over his face and over his neck with a slight groan right before standing. His knees almost give out and he has to grab for Gavin to steady himself with a sucked in breath then let's go again, brushing his knees off and stepping up against the cross to settle into the position asked of him until he feels the position fits the structure.

Gavin sneered as Kurt reached for him to balance, not having given him permission to touch. But as the switch corrected himself Gavin would just add it as an additional flog instead of addressing it now. He calmly locked Kurt into position and picked up the 8 tailed flogger. “Good boy. My puppy knows how to follow instructions.” He took the flogger and let the tails lightly brush over Kurt’s back as he moved it up and down. “Let’s see if he can follow more instructions. Like I said, I am not here to torture you. Believe it or not, I am showing mercy. And for me to do that with a switch, well...it’s basically unheard of.” He walked around to the front of Kurt, running his fingers soothingly through the boy’s hair. “I am going to hit you with this.” He said showing the flogger to Kurt. “With each strike you will repeat after me. Understood? Hesitation or failure to do so will result in five extra lashes. We’ll start with ten and see if we add any from there.” Gavin calmly walked around to stand behind Kurt, examining the red marks on his ass. “Now, be a good puppy and repeat after me. I will not talk back to a Dominant.” He raised his arm and brought the flogger down across Kurt’s back. “I will know my place.” Another lash. “I will speak when spoken to.” And another. “Switch is not a legitimate mark.” Another.

Kurt is just glad that he's able to lean on something. Even if it was uncomfortable, and cold against his skin. His cock was half hard already, and he didn't event care. He really wanted to lie down. Gavin's touch against his hair proves soothing, even if he knows better then to expect it to last. He can only offer the Dominant an exasperated look, but doesn't bother saying anything as he's shown the flogger. He clenches again, his fingers flexing where they're being held prisoner by the wrist. He offers a soft hum at the instruction before Gavin is moving behind him. He lets his eyes close. Not seeing the point of keeping them open. If he was going to cry, he would do it out of spite. Kissing and gritting his teeth as the flogger comes down and lands against his exposed back, he has to take a breath before repeating: "I will it talk back to a Dominant." Even if he opens his eyes, flexing his jaw. His cock twitched. Damnit. "I will know my place." He gets out, squeezing his eyes shut. Another twitch. "I will speak when spoken to." He takes a deep breath, bracing for the next lash. Twitching to a full erection. "Switch....is...." A breath. "Not a legitimate mark."

Gavin noted the hesitation, taking a breath or not. “That’s five extra added to the 10.” He said. He tilted his head a little and noticed Kurt standing fully erect. Gavin stopped what he was doing and moved to see Kurt’s face. “Somebody likes the pain.” He said. “If I catch you cumming all over my machine I move onto the bull whip and really cause some damage.” He sighed and raised his flogger again striking Kurt. “Switches are not a legitimate mark.” “I only have myself to blame for this punishment.” Another lash, this time higher up by Kurt’s shoulders. “I deserve this, my Lord.” Lash. “I have no right to masquerade around as a Dom.” Lash. He stopped and stepped in closer to Kurt’s ear, placing a hand lower on the boy’s ass, slowly sliding around to the front, but not touching his cock in anyway, instead sitting there low on his hip fingertips just inches away. “My little puppy. The sooner you realize that there are no such things as switches, the better.” He whispered. “Repeat after m, puppy. Switches are nothing which means I am nothing. My place is submitting.”

His face is flushed red when Gavin takes notice of his body responding positively to the impact against his body. Pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek, giving Gavin an agitated side eye, but otherwise doesn't comment. He definitely didn't want to come. But he also didn't want to be this weak to show he was hard like this either, and yet. Giving indication of his irritation by flexing his fingers again. When the impact starts again, he whimpers out. The pause between the last strike to this gave his nerves time to become oversensitive again. "Switches are not a legitimate mark." He bites out, turning his head to hide his face against the provided, though small, head rest of only to bite back saying something that would make things worse. He's already slipping, and he's fighting it. "I have only myself to blame for this punishment." A twitch from his cock, tensing against the device he was strapped to. "I deserve this, my Lord." Fuck you. "I have no right to masquerade as a Dom." He breaks. Giving a small sniffle, pressing his face further against the device, hit tears squeezing out and wetting the head rest. When everything stops, he dares to relax from his tense state. He wants to cry. Cry hard. His chest hurts. No. Stop it. The strong hand finding its way to his ass is enough to make him gasp. His skin is hot to the touch after having angry red marks left behind. Another threatening twitch between his legs, balls feeling tight and heavy. Fuck you. Face tucking further away from Gavin, he takes a shaky breath. "Switches are nothing. Which means I am nothing. My place is submitting."

Gavin smiled, a little seeing Kurt in such distress. It seemed to be working. He lashed him again right between the shoulder blades. He moved to the otherside to see Kurt’s face. Gavin studied it a moment. “My sweet puppy looks like he’s in pain.” He said, and reached out to touch Kurt’s cheek before running fingers soothingly through his hair. Gavin finished up that lashes without making Kurt repeat anything else. Back to back lashings and once he finished, Gavin moved around once again to the front side of Kurt. “Open your eyes.” He demanded, his voice low. Gavin reached up and removed his executioner hood, his hair wild and face sweaty from the leather. “Look at me. Break eye contact and I’ll add ten more lashes. Although, I bet you’d like that my good boy. Wouldn’t you.” He smirked and little and reached out, hand grasping around Kurt’s cock. Gavin let out a small moan at the feeling of Kurt in his hand and began to work him slowly. “Mmm, such a good boy. How badly do you want to cum for your Master?”

His face is wet. A mixture of sweat and tears. He hates himself for it, and every swallow he takes feels as if he has something lodged in the back of his throat. And not in a good way. When the lashes stop, and he feels Gavin's body heat coming up beside him, giving the next order, he is slow to lift his head - and really unstick it from the head cushion - to follow through, resting his cheek against the device which is cold against his flushed cheek. He doesn't break eye contact, even it doesn't even appear he's all there anymore. His cock jumping in the Dominant's touch, his hips jerk forward, or really spasm weakly against the metal bar keeping him in place. Whimpering, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth. "I only come if Master allows it...but I want to come for you. Please, Master, please."

Gavin felt his own cock twitch with arousal, his leather pants growing tighter as the boy whimpered and begged. He had a very pretty voice to go along with that pretty face and body of his. “Such a good boy. Good puppy.” He purred and continued to stroke Kurt, groaning at how hard the switch was in his hands. “I don’t think you want it enough. I don’t believe you.” He teased, “Make me believe you Kurt. How badly do you want to cum for your Master? If you’re good, I may just let you do it. Maybe I’ll let you suck me off too when I let you go. Would you like that?”

Kurt's hips want to move to get more friction in the Dominant's hand. But he's stuck. With how bad he was aroused at being teased and deep in his submissive headspace, he lets out another needy moan. It was a noise Gavin wanted to hear, right? "Please, Master. Please let your puppy come for you. I'm so close. So close for my Master. I'm hard because of my Master. My Master knows best, and I want it so bad." Another pitiful whimper, biting his lip since everything feels tight. Heavy. He is right on the edge. "I would love if you used my mouth too, Master. Please. Please. Oh, god, please, Master."

Every whimper and 'Master' that fell from Kurt's pretty mouth sent electricity straight through his nerves and had him practically hard just by the noise alone. The Dom smirked again as he stared into Kurt's eyes, also beautiful. Lord, was anything on this boy not beautiful? "A good puppy. Remember that, you're hard because of your Master. Your Master is the one who is going to give you release." Gavin leaned in and as awkward as the position was, he took Kurt's lips with his and kissed the switch deeply before he pulled back again. "You can cum."

He wasn't expecting the kiss. It threw him off. But fuck, if he didn't hungrily kiss back as if it was the oxygen his body needed. It was good, it was hot, and he misses it as soon as Gavin breaks it. Making sure Gavin knows it by whining, almost pouting, but it's only for a split second. Because he's coming. Ropes of his come splattering all over his own stomach, Gavin's hand, the device, and shooting against the opposite wall. His whole body shuddering, mouth hanging open, eyes closed, letting out a pleased and very loud moan until the last bit is squeezed out and dribbles down Gavin's hand until Kurt goes slack and boneless in his bindings. He has to catch his breath first, but he managed a raspy: "Thank you, Master."

Gavin worked Kurt through his orgasm and lifted his hand, covered in Kurt’s cum. “You made such a mess, little puppy.” He said with a tsk tsk of his tongue. “I should have you clean it up. Starting with my hand.” He brushed his thumb along Kurt’s bottom lip. “Go on, clean your Master off.” Gavin hadnt expected himself to enjoy Kurt this much considering he was a switch. No. He wasn’t a switch. He was a submissive who needed to be shown the right way. And with the right training, Gavin was sure he could have fun with Kurt like this again. Restraining the boy, spreading his body like this was a good look on Kurt. He’d have this switch as his slave in no time. He unlocked Kurt from the machine and helped him to stand.

Catching his breath, he felt so spent and weak. He didn't want to move. Though he does open his mouth to lap lazily at Gavin's hand when it's presented to him. His gut flipping at every praise falling from the Dominant's mouth. Any thought of his being an asshole having left his brain for the moment, as all he wanted to do was keep pleasing. He wanted Gavin to be proud of him. He wanted to hear Gavin praise him. He wanted to be the only puppy under Gavin's care. Not caring if he hates him for his assigned mark or not. He was right, after all. Kurt definitely didn't want to parade around like a Dom. He wasn't one. Being so shaky and weak, Kurt let's himself fall into Gavin's hold. Hands lazily gripping at the Dominant as his eyes roll back as his whole world was spinning. He may have gone unconscious for a few moments before coming back to, dazed. "Have I pleased you, Master? Are you proud of me?"

Gavin examines Kurt a moment and the state he was in. He supported the weight of the switch and lifted him fairly easily into his arms. “Yes, Kurt. You’ve pleased me. So much so, that I am going to put the collar back on you for the night? Would you like that?” He’d wait for another time for Kurt to suck him off. It was about Kurt, not him. Gavin carries Kurt carefully upstairs and into his master bedroom with a jacuzzi tub in the corner and a shower next to it. He set Kurt down gently on the bed and stands back for a moment to place a new collar on him. “There.” He said ruffled his hair again. “You’re my good boy, Kurt. I’m proud of you. Do you want to tell me what you learned from all of this?”

"Yes, Master. Please." Arms moving around the Dominant's strong neck, he letting his head rest against the strong shoulder as he's carried through the house. He isn't even aware of when they get to the bedroom until he's set on the bed. It had to be the most comfortable thing he ever experienced. Though he is resistant to let Gavin go at first, he gives up as he's still too out of it to put up a fight. With the collar back around his neck, he gives a satisfied sigh. Rolling over to his side, tucking his hands under his head. "That I like being called puppy..." Comes a soft response, eyes trained on Gavin's face. "I've learned that my mark is insignificant because my Master says so. And I shouldn't question my Master's logic. Nothing better than having Master call me his good boy." He gives a whimper. "And Master gives nice kisses. I would like another, please?"

Gavin fidgeted with the collar for a moment just making sure it wasn’t tight or rubbing against Kurt’s skin in the wrong way. He watched as Kurt settled in on the bed. “Then puppy is what Master will call you.” He gently pushed some of Kurt’s hair out of his face. He feels proud of himself when Kurt expressed the lessons he’s learned. “Very good. That’s right. A switch isn’t a mark.” He said in a quiet matter of fact way. “Look at how well you were at being my puppy. Could someone who Dominants do what you did so easily? No. You’re a good little sub. Master’s own puppy.” He leaned in and kissed Kurt on the top of his head. “I can give you all the kisses you want, you’ve been a good boy but we have to get you cleaned first.” Gavin stood and left the bedside to cross the room and and turn the tub on making sure the temperature was perfect before he let it fill. Gavin went back over to Kurt, he couldn’t have asked for the punishment to have gone any better. “Come on, and let Master take a look at you.” He assisted Kurt in sitting up so he could examine him. He cupped the side of Kurt’s face and leaned in for a soft yet powerful kiss. He pulled back and pressed his forward to Kurt’s . “A very good boy. And that collar suits you. You look better in a collar than those cuffs. Do you want Master to carry you to the bath?”

Every moment of affection granted grounds Kurt further, to the point where he didn't want to move. He just wanted more of those kisses and compliments being whispered to him as it filled his chest with some warmth. A tightness still lingered that he was purposefully ignoring. Just because he had successfully been brought into submissive headspace with a need to serve and please this man, didn't mean he wanted to unleash those floodgates. Trust was only on a certain level before he let that unfold. Watching Gavin leave to the master bath, Kurt shivers as he's reminded he's still naked except for the collar and cuffs. The mess had dried on his stomach that he caused himself and the sweat had given him a sheen over alabaster skin that made him feel sticky. The promise of a warm bath was the only reason he didn't try and burrow under the covers. That and because Gavin hadn't given him permission to mess the bed up. He still didn't want to disappoint. Not when those strong hands are helping him sit up, wincing as he does so as he's reminded just how sore and tired his body is. But he's rewarded with that kiss. Leaning into it, eyes closed, letting it rejuvenate him as much as it could. "Thank you, Master." Kurt sighs out, eyes still closed when the kiss parts again. "Yes, please. I admit I am too weak to walk on my own just yet." He takes the moment to blink his eyes open, a hint of his usual self shining through. "Any excuse for my Master to show off his arms doesn't hurt either." It's weak, giving a half smile before he's dropping his gaze again.

Gavin smirked, knowing how Kurt had been before. He was defiant and outspoken and ready for a fight but now he was the perfect sub. He lifted Kurt into his arms with ease and carried him to the bath. There was steam rising from the tub a tray of different shapes and scented bathbombs resting on the edge. The water was still. “You’re being such a good boy. And for that you can also choose one of these.” He nodded to the tray. “A nice warm and relaxing bath for my puppy.” Gavin set Kurt down on the edge of the tub. He took Kurt’s face in his hands. “Because of your injuries its probably going to sting. But your Master is here, don’t worry it won’t hurt for long. I promise the bath is going to help.” The water was hot without being scalding and at first it might cause a little pain but Gavin knew it would be best for his muscles. Gavin removed his harness and the leather pants he was wearing, stripping down until he was naked in front of Kurt, still half hard. He carefully stepped over the edge of the large tub and sank into the water with a smile and sigh. He extended his hand. “Come on my pet. Let me clean you up and we can go to bed.”

He's eager to cling to Gavin as he's picked up again, tucking his face under his chin and inhaling deeply. A faint smell of leather, sweat, and something that just radiated masculinity that hit different and settled in warm all over like a blanket. Or maybe that was the steam from the bathroom. Hard to decipher. The cool edge of the tub itself stings his ass for a moment, but he settles and steadies himself. The water looked so inviting, but determined to be a good boy still he doesn't make any sudden moves without prompt. Appreciating every small gesture and word. Hanging on everyone. He hadn't expected to feel so safe and dependent on this man, and here he was. And it didn't help when the clothes got shed, revealing that strong, tone, muscular body that had Kurt staring openly. He had come once but the view gave a weak twitch between his legs, and he wills that down. No need to be greedy. Not when he was being invited into the tub at long last, so he could settle down between Gavin's legs as carefully as he could with shaky arms guiding him. As predicted the water was hot, and it stings all over his back, which draws a hiss but nothing more. "Did I make you hard, Master?" He asks though, once settled. The poking at his back hard to miss. "Will you permit your puppy to offer his mouth for you to use when we go to bed?" Kurt can't help but to press a kiss against Gavin's jaw.

Gavin wrapped his arms around Kurt’s waist as the switch sank into the tub. He leaned forward and kissed the top of Kurt’s shoulders. As Kurt kissed along his jaw, Gavin grinned in triumph. “Mmm. I think that would be alright.” He mused. “Your moans were like music.” He grabbed a wash cloth and dipped it into the water, dabbing it ever so lightly on the welts in Kurt’s back. “I’m proud of you. You learned quickly today. I may have to have you backs would you like that pet?”

Preening at the compliments, Kurt leans forward ever so slightly so Gavin could comfortably reach where he would need to clean properly. Every now and then giving a small whine of the particular welt was tender and raw, but otherwise takes the washing against his body without comment. Only when Gavin asked a question did he turn his head to look back at the older man, giving an enthusiastic nod. "I would love that, Master." Pausing, chewing on his bottom lip, weighing his options before speaking again. "I would like weekly training from you, if I may? Routine punishments as it were? If it pleases you, Master."

Gavin smirked a little further and continued to wash Kurt gently, now lifting one of his arms. He paused momentarily when he heard Kurt request for weekly punishments. That was certainly surprising but yet another win for Gavin. He reached around to pull Kurt close to him and wash his chest, placing another kiss on his shoulder and the one of his neck, and another and another until he reached a spot behind Kurt's ear. "You have no idea how much that would please your master." He whispered. "You like being punished by Master then? Mmm, my good little pet. I'll punish you whenever you like."

Safe. That's all Kurt felt as he was encouraged to lean back again. It was doing things in the pit of his stomach. Only hours ago had he called this man an asshole. Worried that his bones were at risk for breaking out of the sheer hatred he had for Switches. The cuffs around his wrists still being an indicator that it was the mark Sylvester gave him. But the collar made him feel protected, as he takes every drop of the other man's softer side. A side he was sure it many got to see. It only made his chest puff up some. "I don't wish to let my Master down. I want to make my Master proud." He shudders, resting his bandaged arm on the side of the tub to avoid getting it wet. "I do like getting punished by my Master's hand. You'll be fair and I'm sorry I doubted you." Kurt softly leans his head back. "Does Master forgive me? Or may I request a spanking while you use your puppy's mouth?"

Gavin smirked down at Kurt as the other laid back against him in the tub. He set the wash cloth aside and picked up one of the bathbombs sitting on a bronze tray beside the tub. “You’ve made me proud today. Proved me wrong even, and I hate being wrong. I figured you wouldn’t be able to handle it or put up more of a fight.” Gavin kissed Kurt on the temple. “But you were a good boy. Trouble is,” he sighed and held the bathbomb out in front of him. It was diamond in shape, white, with iridescent glitter. As he moved it around, examining it, he let out a sigh and rest his cheek on Kurt’s head. “The trouble is...switches are not a legitimate mark. They are an insult to this island and this lifestyle. A person can be one of two things on this island, a Dominant or a submissive. There is no room for in between or back and forth. It ruins the integrity of it all.” He held the bathbomb close to Kurt to let him smell. It smelled of vanilla and patchouli. “You must have been mismarked. You’re not a Dominant, Kurt. You were sent here to be a sub. Everyone else who says they are a switch are disrespecting the Dominants on this island . You wouldn’t disrespect me...would you, my pet?” Gavin let the bathbomb drop into the water it fizzed and started to release the scent and even bits of the glitter through the water.

Again, Kurt feels himself wanting to shrink. A subtle feeling of guilt starting in his stomach and spreading through his entire body as Gavin goes into his assigned mark being something he hated. Something awful. Something that was so deplorable that he should've felt shame in wearing those cuffs. And part of him did. The helpless part of him that yearned so openly for approval and more words of uplifting encouragement. He wanted to be good. Wanted to prove Gavin right in that he was a submissive, he knew he was. But still, the inkling poked at the back of his mind. While it hurt to think about Blaine and how he had let him down because of this, he had always considered Blaine to be his submissive. Jonah and Jeff depended on him as a Dominant. To guide them just as much as they would over someone who didn't wear a collar or cuffs. He knew better. Even if the guilt was strongly nagging at him. Pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek, biting back the usual snark he would spit out at the older man. That wasn't productive. He was a good pet. A good boy. He knew his place, and didn't want to make his Master angry. Taking a moment he presses his face into Gavin's neck again, inhaling the strong scent of vanilla as the water fizzled. "Permission to slap me if I speak out of turn, Master. But doesn't Madame Sylvester get to decide if the mark I was given is disrespectful to you? Are you saying you know better than the Madame. Mayor?" Quickly pressing a kiss to Gavin's jaw. "Is that out of line to ask, Master? I definitely don't want to disrespect you again."

Gavin clenched his jaw at Kurt’s next words. There was still part of that switch in there. He couldn’t have that. He was still for a moment and in the blink of an eye he reached up and grabbed a handful of Kurt’s hair and pulled his head back. “Let us first get one thing straight, I don’t need permission from a lower mark such as yourself to slap you. If I want to slap you I’ll do it.” Gavin kept his voice dangerously calm and even the entire time. “Madame Sylvester has her own ideals about this lifestyle. It doesn’t necessarily match up with the traditionalist views. She is more sympathetic to the idea of switches.” Gavin did his best to tiptoe around saying how he felt Sylvester showed weakness toward switches and blamed her for the encouragement of the mark growing in popularity. Gavin pulled on Kurt’s hair again, his voice soft and gentle. “I’m hurt little one. I can’t believe my own pet, my good boy would disrespect me. I was going to reward him again when we got out, allowing him to pleasure his Master but...I don’t know if he’s earned it now.” He brought his lips over the shell of Kurt’s ear. “How do you plan to apologize?” He whispered.

Having the right grip in his hair brought a pained hiss and whimper escaping, eyes squeezing shut. It was a bit unexpected, the strong pull forcing him back in a more uncomfortable position. Having to brace himself by gripping the sides of the tub, remembering not to get his bandaged arm wet. He couldn't get Riley more pissed at him as he already was. Taking a breath, simmering his stomach back down from his throat where it should be, even if his stomach is still tense as it settles. "I do humbly apologize, Master. I didn't mean for it to be disrespectful. I'm sorry. I hope you can forgive me speaking out of turn." Another calming breath, as he was both fearful while sinking more into the Dominant's body to lean on as he makes some effort to relax. Hating himself how he yearns for this man's approval and wanting to please him, not wanting to lose this physical contact. "I'll do anything to prove how sorry I am. What would my Master suggest I do? I'm just Master's puppy, I shouldn't be making the decisions. I'll do anything."

Gavin smiled and let go of Kurt's hair, smoothing down the spot he had just had a handful of hair. "That's my good boy." He cooed and gently kissed Kurt on the head and then a spot behind his ear. He loved how much Kurt submitted to him and listened to him especially after how outspoken he used to be. And all after one session. Gavin was certain with continued sessions, as Kurt requested, Kurt would lose that outspoken side to him completely and being to submit to him without a second thought. "You are Master's puppy." He said gently rubbing Kurt's shoulders. "Such a good boy too. Come on, we'll go to bed and I'll show you how you can prove you're truly sorry." Gavin slowly got up from the water and stepped out of the tub. He held a hand out for Kurt to assist him with getting out. "Dry me off, and we're go lay down."

Relief blankets back over him as the hold on his hair loosens. Gavin's tone still soothing and calm, making him feel safe once again. It was a wonder how this man spiked fear and aggravation in the beginning, and now he brought in fear and actual yearning. For touches, for kisses, for more encouraging words. Scooting forward some to give Gavin room to get out first, Kurt takes the time to carefully lift out, being mindful of his arm, before accepting the hand and stepping out of the tub. Not needing to be told twice as he finds a towel, and begins to start pat dry around his neck, then rubs it over his chest and abdomen, trying not to be too rough as he goes. "Is this a good pressure, Master?" He asks, moving around Gavin to start on his shoulders, back before dropping to his knees to dry his ass and legs, shuffling around on his sore knees to repeat the action over his pelvis.

Gavin smirked down at Kurt as he got on his knees to dry him. He hummed softly. "It's perfect, my pet." He ran his fingers through Kurt's hair. "You treat your Master so well. I have a treat for you." He took the towel from Kurt and assisted him back to his feet, taking his time drying Kurt off. "Leave your clothes. You're going to go back into the room, and kneel beside the bed, and wait for me." He said as he leaned down and kissed Kurt gently on the lips. "Be a good boy."

Kurt wasn't going to fight this. He was being taken care of so well. And a kiss. He got an actual kiss. Turning Kurt doe-eyed, licking over his lips to taste it. Remember it. Nudging the knowledge of how Gavin's mouth felt against his into the back of his mind. Fuck. He wanted more of those. With a small nod, ducking his head. "Yes, Master." Is all he says, shuffling from the bathroom. Even with being dried off, the air in the bedroom is still cold and covers the porcelain Switch submissive in goosebumps as he finds the bed and eases down to his knees. Wincing some as they pop on the way down, protesting up at him until he finds a pressure he could handle and moves his hands behind his back as Gavin had instructed earlier.

Gavin took a few minutes in the bathroom while he let the water drain. He waited long enough to ensure Kurt was in position and waiting for him. Gavin smirked and came out of the bathroom his eyes locking on Kurt kneeling at his bedside. The boy really was beautiful. He slowly approached Kurt, reaching down to stroke himself a few times, the mere sight of Kurt naked and kneeling turning him on. "Look at my puppy." He said. "So hot and so eager to apologize to their Master. Tell me, Kurt, honestly...you have my permission to answer freely. What is going through your head right now? What would you like to do to apologize to your Master?"

Just kneeling alone in the bedroom gave Kurt time to let himself focus on his breathing. Rolling his shoulders to pop things back into place. Ignoring the shivering that ripples through him as he stares at the floor until Gavin graces him again. He feels eager, not knowing what was coming, but any sight of this man still naked, hard because of him? It still was an ego stroke. Eyeing his Master stroke himself, his mouth instantly waters and he has to swallow. Only when permission is granted does he take a breath. "I am thinking how gorgeous my Master's cock is. If it pleases you, Master, May I apologize with my mouth on you? I may not be worthy of your come down my throat, unless Master allows it, but may I let my mouth be used? I will apologize for disrespecting my Master anytime I come up for air. If Master allows it."

Gavin smirked and ran his fingers through Kurt's hair again before reaching out to lift his chin in order for the two of them to make eye contact. "It's the only apology I will accept. And when I cum, I don't want to see a drop fall on the floor. Understood?" He ran his thumb along Kurt's jaw. This boy sure had beautiful eyes and he loved the way their looked at him eager to please, when just hours ago he was sure they would have shot daggers through him. "And if my pet is good. He will get a little treat before bed." Gavin bent down and placed another soft tender kiss on Kurt's lips. "Until then," he whispered pulling back just enough so their noses touched. "I want to see what that pretty mouth of yours is capable of."

At long last, he was going to be permitted to be used for something useful. To help his Master feel good with his mouth. A body part that could get him in trouble, and yet still offer some pleasure if he was careful and put his skill that he built over these past few months to good use. He did like to think of himself a slut with the right guys anyway, and he could prove himself to be that and more. Just to get a taste. Kissing back with a grin, eyes closing to just linger in it as long as possible, the Switch submissive hums. "Of course, Master. Understood. Thank you." Kurt offers, blinking his eyes back open and scoring a bit closer. As he had permission, he licks the palm of his hand in his signature move to wet his hand and fingers, eyes not leaving Gavin's as he does this. Slender fingers wrap around the hot flesh, stroking it and guiding the head to his lips. Taking his first taste with a small drag of his tongue around the head, then goes right down for the swallow without hesitation. The length stretching his lips as it disappears inside his mouth, the hand still slowly stroking what wasn't breached past his pink lips, tight and insistent. Taste of skin and bath water is the first thing that touched Kurt's tongue as he takes Gavin into his mouth. It's a change from the musk and salt charge, but not unpleasant as he uses the tip of his tongue to flick and slide over the underside of Gavin's cock as if it was some sweet treat he was sucking instead. As he comes up for air with a gasp, saliva thick where it dribbles down his chin. "I apologize for disrespecting my Master." He says, sucking in some air through his teeth then goes back down for the second time, now focusing on the bobbing motion of his head, adding some needed friction with his lips purposefully tightening with every slide until the head hits at his gag reflex point and causes a slight cough, but Kurt pushes through, swallowing him deeper to prove he could handle it.

#[ baby penguin para ]#[ ship | master and puppy ]

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