#maybe not quite but a subs place is kneeling at their doms feet giving oral indeed <3

[yourgirlsarchived]

👀 - What do they look for in a sexual partner?

Intelligence, willingness, ability to be discreet

🍑 - Top/Bottom. Do they have a preference?🌹 - Dom/Sub. Do they have a preference?

No. She's pretty switch-y in both genres.

🏳️‍🌈 - What is their sexuality and romantic alignment?

pansexual & panromantic

💘 - Kinks?

Hard  Yes: Gentle Domme, Praise, Rough sex, Stretching ( vaginal/anal ), Age difference, enthusiastic consent, aftercare, orgasm control ( giving ), anal play, pegging, anal sex, light impact play, biting/marking

Soft yes: Gaping ( vaginal), Voyeurism ( performing for ), fluid bonding,  inspection

Hard maybe: Heavy impact play ( paddles, whips), restraints, rimming, breath play, exhibitionist sex ( parks, parties )

Hard no: Waste fluids, sounding, beastiality, incest play, age play, mommy domming, daddy doms, infidelity, feet, total power exchange relationships, branding/tattooing, blood play, piercing play, knife play

😔 - Any sexual fantasies/kinks they’re ashamed of?

on her yeses: gaping. She's honestly a little weirded out she likes it so much so is hesitant to let people know about it at all.

😝 - Are they loud/vocal, or do they stay quiet?

vocal but not terribly loud

😋 - Spit or swallow?

Neither ( prefers using condoms or pulling away for her partner to cum on her)

🌸 - Do they have an aftercare routine?

Shower, nap, hydrate

👌 - Favourite position?

Kneeling, either straddling a partner or the partner straddling them, face to face or a back against a chest.

👅 - Oral sex. Do they prefer giving or receiving?

Giving

💋 - Do they prefer casual sex or relationship sex?

Casual. Relationships are messy.

3️⃣ - Pick 2 characters to join them in a threeway, and explain why you picked these two.

Banner and Rogers or Banner and Rhodey, Banner and Pepper.    She trusts all three of those men beyond a shadow of a doubt, trusts them to listen to her and that they'll communicate what they want to her. Pepper obviously, because Pepper just understands Toni. Banner is the mainstay mostly because she finds him highly attractive and wants him to realize he can have things like that again without fear. Rogers, Pepper, and Rhodey are sorts of security blanket options.

😡 - Are they into hate sex? If yes, name another character they might have hate sex with.

Negative Ghost Rider.

🤑 - Would they hire a sex worker? Would they do sex work themselves?

Yes, and no respectively.

👗 - Clothes off or on during sex?

At least half off. She enjoys skin-to-skin contact.

💦 - Any traits or physical attributes that really turn them on?

Not especially. Toni tends to find specific things about specific people arousing but nothing across the board.

🔥 - How sexually active are they when they’re single vs. in a relationship?

Moderate to High in both cases. Stress relief in the case of the former, and connection in the latter.

🤗 - Do they like to cuddle after sex?

Not typically.

🍆 - Do they prefer rough or gentle sex?

Fast and not quite rough.

☠️ - Do they have any bad sexual experiences?

Yes.

🛏️ - Do they like having sex outside of the bedroom? If yes, where?

Her lab, in a car, in semi-public places.

🍸 - Do they have any methods of courtship for getting people into bed?

Mostly it's flirtation and then a quiet, would you like to come to mine with me.

😘 - Are they affectionate during sex?

Not overly affectionate during casual, but highly affectionate during a relationship.

😉 - How flirty are they?

Fairly.

😰 - Is there anything sexual that they find upsetting?

School girl roleplays, r*pe play

[urlocalbunny]

casting couch - vladimir.

  warnings: creampie, sub/dom dynamics, oral, semi-public sex, dirty-talking, kind of sugar daddy vladimir.

  casting couch is when a superior/person with power to do something asks for sexual favors in exchange for rewards/ other favors. 

please notice that i don’t know how to write. Enjoy!

Vladimir was usually a very composed person. As he said, seduction was an art. An art he understood very well. But it didn’t matter how much he tried to be the best artist when it came to his chalice, he could not make her sway. She was just oblivious. He found it to be very hard and suffocating to stay close to her without pouncing, but he had to save face.

  Unfortunately, right now, Eloise was sitting on the couch by the fireplace. Vladimir was by her side, listening to what she just said. 

  "So you are telling me that you want a brand new set of clothes? How am I supposed to do that all of a sudden?“ 

  She shifted under his hungry gaze. "I thought that’s exactly what you did when you came here?” She looked at him, then looked away. His stare was hard and the fire made an orange glint shine on his right eye. 

  "Yes, but what is the problem with what you have right now? Do you not like it?“ 

  "Feels childish to me. I wanted something nicer.” She pouted. Vladimir then shifted as he let his hair down, a sick and twisted idea popping up in his head. He wanted to shove it back to the depths of his mind, but he just couldn’t resist as she was looking at him with those doe eyes and her breasts pressed in between her arms under the firelight. He had to have her.

  "I suppose I could help you out.“ He said, supporting himself in his hand as he leaned in and caged her with her back in the armrest. "But I have one condition.”

  "And it would be…?“ She asked innocently.

  "Maybe if you pay attention to what we are doing right now, you will find out by yourself.” He said as his hair fell to one side of her face. She then looked down to see their entangled limbs, the pretty arch of his back, and the way his shirt hugged his lean body so nicely. Hesitantly, she brought a hand to his chest. 

  "Oh… I see.“ She blushed fiercely, Vladimir couldn’t quite make it out in the dark, but he could feel how the blood flowed to her cheeks. "I suppose we could, hm, help each other out.” He then paused his restraining movements.

  "I only want you to do it if you want me too. If you don’t, I will understand fully and we do not need to speak of this-“ she placed her finger on his lips delicately, sealing them. 

  "Take me.” She asked, looking at him lovingly. The next thing she knew, they were kissing slowly. His hand went to tuck her hair behind her ear and cup her face in one motion. Her hands felt the red velvet on his shirt as she stroked his chest softly and trailed up into his ivory neck, caressing the hair in the back of it, swallowing the low and short grunt he gave her. His tongue went out to play with hers, tip meeting tip at first, and then dancing together just right. They tilted their heads to deepen the kiss, but it was just as slow as it could get. 

  She gasped for air and he looked at her hungrily. “If you keep making me feel so good with so little, I can only imagine how many dresses I’ll give you, little one.” As he said that, he skillfully slid the sleeves of her dress down her shoulders and pulled her up, turning her around so that his chest was against her back. He got too busy kissing and lightly grazing his fangs in her shoulders, having fun with her tiny whines of his name and her shivers. She took the opportunity to grind slowly against him, his pants creating some friction with her panties. She moaned his name, earning a loud slap in her ass. 

  "Now, now. Do not be a tease, little one. I will give you what you want eventually. Be a good girl and wait.“ As much as her hips stuttered and she wanted to keep grinding, she stayed still. "This is it, love." 

  He loved the way she looked at the door biting her lower lip every time she heard steps. "Do not fret, they are not going to come in… I guess.” He smiled, clutching her waist and turning her around once again. “Now, undress me, little one.” He said and in a quick motion, she was unbuttoning his waistcoat. He looked at her hands doing quick work of the buttons and frowned. “You are way too good at this. You are a really good kisser, too. Perhaps I am not the first one to get this attention from you?”

  She smiled. An evil, hot little smirk he wanted to wipe out of her cute face. “I’m glad you’re complimenting me so much, but I’d rather keep some secrets up my sleeve.” He smirked back as she unbuttoned his white shirt and his pants, discarding them at the same time he got rid of the shoes. This cheeky brat. He didn’t make any remarks, the next command would make her shut up. He sat down and smacked her ass again, this time, harder. “I don’t mind a little investigation. Get up on your feet and undress. Now.”

  Her eyes widened and she tried to cover her red cheeks. “I-” “I did not tell you to speak. I am waiting little one. You wouldn’t waste our time now, would you?” She didn’t say a word, standing up and holding the hem of her short dress. She then started pulling it up as she bit her lip, an adorable annoyed whine leaving her lips as she made eye contact and he smiled at her.

  She had lost this round, but there was more to come. She pulled the clothing up and tossed it on the floor, moving for her panties. She opened her legs a bit so that he could see the way her wetness clung to the piece of clothing and dripped onto it before falling on the ground. 

  "I think I told you to not be a tease. I will have to show you how bad little ones have to be treated.“ He said, motioning for her to come closer as he wrapped a hand around his hard, veiny length, pumping it slowly, looking at it mindlessly. "Kneel, love.” She did it quickly, putting her hands on his thighs, moving them up and down in a soothing motion, an attempt to calm his nerves down. 

  "Open up, honey" she did as she was told, feeling him getting a hold of her hair and pushing softly inside her mouth. Soon, the sloppy sounds made Eloise try to lower her hand and touch herself, only to be stopped by Vladimir shaking his head. Her throat felt a bit sore and her pussy was wet and throbbing, but he denied her every single attempt at release. She cried out around his cock, squeezing his thighs lightly and pleading with teary eyes. 

  "You want some relief?“ He asked, pulling her hair and seeing her mouth stay open, tongue lolled out and panting as she nodded. "Use your words, little one.”

“Yes” it came out a bit sore “Please, please take me, I’ll do whatever you want. Just please make me cum." 

  He chuckled. "Oh, I see you have a foul mouth, don’t you? Let’s put this brattiness to good use. Come here and ride me.” He said dryly, and Eloise didn’t even think straight before sinking into him in one fluid motion, moaning louder than she wished to in the room. Her hands flew to her mouth as she heard the conversations cease out of the room and Vladimir chuckled again. 

  "Oh, I forgot to say: be quiet.“ He whispered and she just moaned again when he started pushing her hips back and forth until she was a writhing mess bouncing on his dick. "Just like that, like a good little one. You are doing so well for me.” He hissed, squeezing one of her breasts and matching her bouncing with his ministrations. “You look so good riding me like this, is that what you wanted, love?” She nodded, panting as she felt his cock twitch inside of her. He sucked on her nipples, blowing cold air into them and doing it again, smacking and clawing at her ass hard from time to time.

  "Want your cum, please, please!“ She whispered, riding him quickly to chase her high and feeling his hands bruising her hips: he would cum soon enough too. His face was contorted in pleasure as he pushed and pushed deeper inside her. She couldn’t take it anymore, finding her clit and circling it fiercely, feeling the first waves of a high she would enjoy for a long while.

  “God, Eloise, fuck!” He moaned loudly, biting her neck and holding her with one arm, bringing her body closer as he buried himself to the hilt and swallowed her blood, bursting inside her as he whined lowly in her neck so that nobody would hear. 

  They sat like this as Eloise moaned and chanted his name, feeling the blood leave her system to feed him, his greed and lust, his pleasure. Her limp body on top of his held him after he was done, laughing heartily at the pile of clothes and his blissful expression. 

  He took it upon himself to dress her clothes back and make her look as of nothing happened, dressing himself back and letting her button his clothes back in place. He tied his hair back just in time with the door opening quickly. Vladimir looked unimpressed as always to see Beliath smiling like a madman in the doorway. His smile dropped when he saw that nothing changed. 

  "Oh, you both are so boring!“ He turned around and left, a smile plastered on his face. "I could swear I heard our little one moaning your name right behind this door!” Raphael kept quiet, Aaron had his head buried in a poetry book, but his cheeks looked red. 

  "I genuinely do not understand what you are trying to hint at here, Beliath.“ He said. "Now if you’ll excuse us, this miss and I will go to our rooms. Have a great end of the night. 

  They answered weakly and both of them went their separate ways after a searing kiss in the shadows of the hall. Eloise took a bath and slept.

The next night, she woke up to Ethan’s screams.

 “Why the fuck are there so many clothes in the house? I want to sit the fuck down!”

[rogerina-deacon]

Sir // Dom!Gwilym Lee x Reader

Pairing: Dom!Gwilym Lee x Reader Summary: When you teasingly call Gwil “sir” for the first time, things take an unexpected turn Warnings: S M U T!! I’m telling y’all, it’s some kinky shit. Bondage, sir kink, heavy dom/sub dynamic,  oral (m and f receiving), flogging, a bit of praise, a bit of begging, unprotected sex (please use protection when you fuck, this is just fantasy) Word Count: 1892

This started out innocent enough. But here you were, completely naked, hands bound behind your back, kneeling on the carpeted floor of your bedroom. Your boyfriend was walking circles around you, fully clothed in black dress shirt, pants, and shoes, flogger in hand. Let’s take it back to how you found this side of Gwilym though, shall we?

It was Sunday morning, maybe 10:23 if you had to guess, and you and Gwilym had been doing some cleaning. Well, Gwilym had been doing some cleaning, you had been getting distracted.

“Y/N, love, could you maybe help me with this?” He asked, slightly frustrated that you weren’t doing shit, as he picked up the trash scattered around the kitchen.

“Of course, sorry to keep you waiting, sir” You teased, but you had no idea the effect of that last word on him. His jaw clenched, grip tightened, and cock stirred all at the same time at the new name. Meanwhile, you were oblivious to this, picking up old wrappers and tossing them into the black garbage bag in Gwil’s hand. But he couldn’t focus on a thing.

Now, back to where we were, to the situation you were in all because of that one word. Sir. You never knew Gwil wanted to be called “sir”, nor that the word could ever make him so… so domineering. Sure, you knew he could get a little kinky and was in no way opposed to being called daddy from time to time, but nothing you two had done in bed together was quite like this.

“Now, now, now… babydoll, what got you into this predicament?” He asked, condescending, as he stopped pacing to stand at your side, though out of view from you as long as you didn’t turn your head. Which you didn’t dare to do, afraid of what punishment may come. Though you almost wanted to push his buttons, to be a brat, to see what he might do to you.

“I asked you a question.” He snapped, punctuating every word so you knew the tone for the night if you didn’t already.

“Um, I was…” You trailed off, wondering what to say. That you were naughty? No, too cliche. Were a bad girl? No, still cliche. And then the response hit you- why not say the exact reason you were there?

“I, uh, I called you sir.” You said, shakily, taking a gulp of nothing.

“That’s right. You called me sir, and completely distracted me from what I was doing. When I heard that word come out of your mouth, my cock instantly hardened and I just knew I’d have to do something about it.” He said, laughing humorlessly as he moved to stand in front of you.

“And now, I am. Open wide, but not before you call me that again.”

“Yes, sir.” You did as you were told, opening your mouth after you called him his new favorite word, making him growl lowly as he dropped the flogger to the ground, moving his hands to unbuckle his belt, sliding it through the loops before tossing it to the floor. Unbuttoning his trousers, he unzipped the zipper before making his pants and boxers slide down and pool at his ankles. His cock sprang free as it was released from the constraints of his clothing, standing at attention where it met with his belly button. He was long, a bit girthy, and the tip was swollen, red and throbbing, needy for you. Stroking himself a few times, he sighed at finally getting relief, eyes closing as he lost himself for a moment. But he came back fast, positioning his member to brush right up against your lips, the slightest amount of precum present and being painted on your lips like a brush applying paint to canvas.

“Can you suck my cock like a good girl?” He asked, and you responded by taking the head in your mouth, wrapping your lips around him tightly as you sucked and swirled your tongue around him, covering him in a mixture of your saliva and his precum before you took him further. Normally you’d use a hand to work his shaft, but both were unavailable to use so you had to bob your head further down than normal, the extra few inches making their way to the entrance of your throat, and guessing by the grunts and groans coming from Gwil’s mouth you were doing a good job.

“Take it deeper, I know you can.” He instructed, his voice stern. You gradually bobbed your head further down his shaft until you were slightly gagging on his length. You rested momentarily, but Gwilym quickly put you back in your place.

“Did I say you could stop?” he asked condescendingly. “You can go further, I know you can. You’ve done it before and you’ll do it again.” And he was right. You have taken him deeper, all the way in fact, so you should be able to do it again. So you pushed your face further towards him, a long, low moan escaping his throat as he entered yours, your nose nearly in his pubic hair as you held your head in place, eyes watering.

“Good girl, keep it in there for five” he paused, tears welling further.

“Four.” he continued, pausing yet again.

“Three. Two.” He was almost done, so close to saying the number that would let you come up for air. A tear left each eye as you stared up at him, your eyes pleading him to let you breath. You could always give him the signal, shaking your head side to side, but you could handle this. You could push yourself, after all this wasn’t completely unbearable.

“And… one. That’s a good girl, you can breathe now.” He praised, and you wasted no time in removing his cock from your mouth, your chest heaving as you took deep breaths.

“I think I’m done with having you blow me for now, baby girl. I’m gonna go stand by the edge of the bed and i want you to follow me there, got it? But only start moving once I give you the okay, I want to watch you do it.” He said before stepping out of his pants and grabbing the flogger from the floor before walking over to the bed, taking off his shoes and socks once he got there.

“Okay, you can come here now.” he said, one hand lightly placed around his still throbbing cock as he watched you struggle to get there on only your knees, his other holding the flogger. He chuckled lightly as he observed your struggle, enjoying your determination to get there despite the difficulty. When you finally got to his side, you rested on the heels of your feet as you looked up to him, awaiting instruction.

“Now, I want you to bend over the bed. Think you’ll need help getting up there?” he asked, looking down at you.

“Yes, sir.” You replied, nodding, and he set the toy down on the bed before crouching to grab you by the waist and pull you up and into a standing position before he helped you bend over the bed, feet on the ground and ass in the air. 

“Mmh, what a pretty sight. So exposed for me, aren’t you?” He asked rhetorically, flogger now in hand, lightly twisting his wrist as he paced and admired you from behind.

“Yes, sir.” You confirmed, feeling vulnerable without seeing him, not knowing what to expect other than that he was about to use that toy on your ass, which was prominently on display for him along with your glistening pussy.

“How many do you think you deserve? 10?” He suggested, and you nodded, forgetting that he needed verbal confirmation. He always needed verbal confirmation, never doing anything without it.

“I need an answer, nodding that pretty little head of yours means nothing.” He said, voice stern and sharp as he got used to using the flogger. “Maybe we’ll make it 15 for that, huh? That sound like enough?”

“Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir.” You said, and he chuckled behind you at the state of total and utter submission you were in for him.

“Good girl.” He praised, biting his lip as he halted behind you, taking in the glorious sight in front of him as he prepared himself to use the toy on you. He had practiced with it many times, waiting for the right occasion to finally bring it out. And now that he had it out, he was contemplating how to go about this. Should he ask you if you’re ready, or should he just start, make you on edge in anticipation of when he’s gonna start? He figured the latter would give him a better reaction, so that’s what he went with.

“Okay, now when I start, whenever that may be, you will count each and every one, got it?” He instructed.

“Yes, sir.” You replied, bracing for what was to come. You had felt his hand and belt strike your ass before, but never the thin strips of leather on a flogger, so you were nervous and excited all at once as you awaited the new sensation.

Waiting a few moments, Gwil finally used the toy on you, striking your right cheek. A jolt ran through you from the sharp sting, body moving forward as a whimper escaped you.

“O-one” You counted, making sure to add more volume to your voice to make sure it was loud enough for him, knowing he’d only do it again until you were as loud as he wanted.

“That’s a good girl, nice and loud for me to hear.” He observed before he delivered another blow to your left cheek, the sting still new but so welcome as you kept counting out loud for him, his strikes alternating between each side of your ass, the pain numbing you in a way while still almost burning it. Your skin was growing redder and redder, along with your cunt growing wetter and wetter each time the flogger made contact with the smooth skin of your ass. By now, your slick arousal was nearly dripping down your thighs, your heat glistening right before Gwilym’s eyes, and he loved the sight. Your pussy was practically begging him to taste you, to finger you, to fuck you, and he was so close to giving in. But not before he was done with the task at hand. He was nearing the last few strikes, and by now tears of painful pleasure flowed down your cheeks slowly.

“F-fourt-teen” You stammered out, pain evident in your voice, but as long as you didn’t say “caramel”, Gwil knew you were truly fine with this.

“Are you ready or the last one, babydoll?” He asked, his tone softening for a moment.

“Yes, sir, I’m ready.” You confirmed, and Gwil gave you the hardest blow yet, one that made you nearly cry out before weakly stating out “fifteen”. Gwil was in awe at that moment, from the way you took each and every strike to the way your ass looked from being flogged fifteen times for your first time using it, he was amazed at what you were capable of.

“Mmh, you did such a good job, love, took that all so well. I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?” He asked, placing the flogger on the bedside table before making his way to where you were bent over the bed. He softly placed his hands on your oversensitive, red ass, the contact making you jump, but he was quick to soothe you, softly massaging your flesh.

“Here, let me make it so you can move your arms.” He said, untying the piece of rope that connected the two pieces tied to each of your wrists. He then helped you get fully onto the bed, and you turned over to sit properly, though you winced as soon as your ass made contact with the fabric, the sore and tender flesh aggravated by the pressure. While you were trying to get comfortable, Gwil moved over to the dresser, where he opened the drawer designated for your sex toys. From there, he pulled out more rope, and you knew what was coming. He couldn’t go completely soft on you yet, so he had to gain control by attaching the rope bracelets on your wrists to the bedposts, along with your ankles so you were spread as wide as you could for him to devour. He helped you to lift your ass to place a pillow under you for a better angle and better access to your pussy, which was glistening with your juices that threatened to drip down your ass and onto the pillow beneath you. Gwil was sat on his knees between your legs, admiring the way you looked before him- restrained and eager, all for him. 

“Baby, you look so delicious… and so wet, is that all for me?” He asked, staring at your cunt. You nodded fast, gulping nothing, before speaking up.

“Yes, please do something, sir, I need you.” You begged, nearly whining from how needy you were for him. And that was all he needed to hear before adjusting to lay on his stomach, preparing to lick and separate your folds with the tip of his tongue, your arousal collecting on his tongue as he brought it up to just below your clit. He repeated the action, teasing you as he avoided any and all contact with your clit, even entering his tongue slightly into you, curling his tongue as he pulled it out, connecting that movement with finally wrapping his lips around your hardened clit, sucking gently before releasing it with a pop, his tongue instantly licking and flicking the bundle of nerve, making your breathing heavy and soft moans escape your throat. Almost making out with your cunt in a way, he wrapped his arms under and around your thighs, pulling you further into him as he played with your clit. The sounds coming from his mouth were obscene, slurping and sucking combined with his moans against you, the vibrations bringing you closer and closer to your impending release.

“Mmh, gonna cum on sir’s face like a good girl?” He mumbled against you as he worked you.

“F-fuck, yes, sir, I’m so close, sir, can I cum?” You eagerly begged, hips rocking in search of your orgasm, just minutes within reach.

“Mhm, want your cum on my face, pretty girl. Want it so bad.” He confessed, his mouth working harder and faster than before as he quickly turned into the one desperate for your release. And just like that, his wish was your command as your high washed over you, pure euphoria coursing through you in waves as he pleasured you through it, not ceasing until you were done.

“Here, lemme untie these.” Gwil said as he quickly undid the restraints, wanting, nee needing, your participation. He needed to feel your arms around his neck, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he fucked you. As soon as you were released, your hands instantly found his body, palms running over his smooth skin as he adjusted you, his hand under your back to get the perfect angle. Taking his achingly hard cock in his large hands, he pumped himself a few times before grasping the base, positioning his tip at your entrance before sliding himself in slowly, your slick cunt welcoming him as he stretched you, his cock hitting your cervix for a moment once he bottomed out before he slowly pulled out, only to thrust back in. Angling his hips, his member hit your g-spot, the stimulation sending a wave of pleasure radiating outward from your cunt. His movements sped up tremendously, your arousal flowing fast as he brought you close yet again, the franticness of his thrusts making it evident that he was close too.

“Fuck, I’m so close baby girl” He groaned, his cock twitching inside you as his precum flowed fast inside you, his thumb finding your clit as he became eager for you to cum with him, the circles he was rubbing fast and hard as he fucked you the same way. Your second orgasm was building fast, you could feel it in your cheeks, and soon the waves of euphoria washed through you once again, your body uncontrollable in it’s movements as your pussy clenched around him, triggering his release as well, his load painting you in thick, hot ropes as you two moaned and groaned in complete pleasure, his thrusts slowing as he came down, his thumb halting it’s work on your clit as he fully pulled out, the mixture of your cum and his slowly pooling at your entrance, threatening to drip down your ass.

“I’ll go get a-” Gwil started, but you were quick to sush him.

“No, no, leave it. Wanna feel you.” You said, meaning both that you wanted to feel his cum drip from you as well as that you just wanted him to hold you. He knew there was no sense in fighting it, his own post-orgasmic bliss taking over as he laid down beside you, taking you in his arms as you two drifted off to sleep for the night.

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💛 femfeb day 11 | my femfeb masterpost 🧡 xposted → ao3 | dw | pf.io 💖 Mercy/Pharah | 3k | Explicit 🧡 BDSM AU, D/s, Body worship, insecurity, subspace, oral, rimming 💛 Anon asked: Could you do some Pharmercy for femfeb? Maybe with Pharah rimming Mercy?

Angela didn’t like to consider herself delicate by any stretch of the word. She was tough when she needed to be and could hold her own among her colleagues at Overwatch. She was fearless in battle, she remained calm and collected in the face of an emergency, and she had the strong stomach necessary for a medic on the front lines. It was just that, well, she kind of was delicate. She couldn’t handle a lot of the impact play that most subs seemed to revel in. She didn’t like being handled roughly. She didn’t want to be choked or have her hair pulled or anything like that. The idea of a crop, paddle, or flogger leaving marks on her skin made her physically recoil. She had tried some of those things, of course. When she was young and lonely and wanted something more for herself than just her career. She had tried a few Doms on for size. She had been willing to explore things like spanking, it just hadn’t exactly gone well. She still had unfortunate memories of safe-wording, fast. The sickly-sweet voice of her ex telling her she could handle more. The poorly masked disappointment when she refused to be hit again. She hated that feeling more than anything, the feeling of being a bad sub. She wasn’t a bad sub, she just hadn’t found the right Dom for her, yet. Some days it was hard for her to believe that there was a right Dom for her. There had to be, right? Someone, somewhere, who would be happy with her the way she was. When she was feeling her most sad and lonely, she sometimes doubted it… but she always tried to remain hopeful. In an effort to lift her spirits, or at least distract herself from her lonely thoughts, she let Jesse McCree take her out drinking from time to time. She didn’t pal around with Blackwatch, much. They had their own medic, an insufferable Dom who looked at Angela like she was prey. When they were both free, she and Jesse liked to spend time with one another, though. They were two of few subs at Overwatch, so they had to stick together. It was there at the bar that she met Fareeha. One minute she was sipping her mixed drink, nodding attentively as Jesse complained about how Commander Reyes was somehow both a massive jerk with a dumb, smug face and the hottest Dom he’d ever seen who Jesse wanted desperately to fuck. The next minute she was being introduced to ‘Fareeha’, who had come over to apparently give Jesse the hard time. “Hey, Ange, this here’s Fareeha Amari,” Jesse said, extracting himself from the headlock she’d playfully put him into instead of saying 'hello’. Angela had been vaguely aware of Fareeha’s existence. She’d heard Ana mention her daughter, and how proud she was of her. She knew Jesse and Ana’s daughter were friends, and that they went out drinking together quite often. Their paths had never actually crossed, though. Not until now. “Hello.” Angela smiled demurely and stuck out her hand to shake. "I’m Angela.“ She took in Fareeha’s appearance, noting her eyes lined in heavy black, a tattoo on her face, and thick defined muscles underneath her warm brown skin. Angela knew that she was a Dom straight away, could feel it radiating off her in waves. She got the usual butterflies that came with wanting to impress a Dom, to catch their attention, to be good for them. She didn’t think that Fareeha would actually be her type, though. Most Doms weren’t. Most Doms wanted a sub they could have some rough fun with, or that they could lay over their lap to spank, or at the very least mark up with a few bruises. Surely someone as big and tough as Fareeha seemed to be would want it hard and rough… Except she took Angela’s hand so gently, kissed her knuckles so sweetly, and smiled at her with all this warmth. Angela didn’t know what to do with herself. She was instantly enamored. She had never fallen for someone quite so fast before. "Nice to meet you,” Fareeha told her. Jesse didn’t have a chance in the world at getting their attention after that. He wisely made himself busy by flirting with someone else a few seats down. Fareeha asked Angela if she could buy her a drink, and Angela tried not to blush or read too much into it. They talked about how they both knew Jesse, and Overwatch, and their respective careers. They talked about how they were both single, and for some reason Fareeha seemed stunned. “Really? A sub a sweet as you? I’m surprised another Dom hasn’t collared you yet.” Angela smiled in a self-conscious sort of way and looked down at her drink. "I’m still trying to find the right Dom for me,” She said, trying to sound more confident that this would happen than she felt. Fareeha moved closer, putting herself even more in Angela’s space. "I bet I could be the Dom for you, if you’d let me.” Angela lasted approximately six more seconds under Fareeha’s lusty gaze. They left the bar in a hasty rush, barely remembering to say good night to Jesse on their way out. They started kissing in the taxi back to Fareeha’s apartment. Their hands were all over each other, grabbing, stroking, touching, desperate to be close. They stumbled through the lobby, drunk on excitement. They kissed even more in the elevator, this time with Fareeha’s arms wrapped around Angela’s waist, holding her, making her feel safe. They made it to Fareeha’s apartment with their clothes on, a true feat considering how badly they both wanted each other. Angela didn’t get a grand tour or anything, but she did get swept off her feet. Literally. As soon as they were inside with the door shut and locked, Fareeha scooped her up and carried her into the bedroom. There was something so undeniably hot about it, her strength and power made Angela’s stomach flutter. As soon as she was set down on the mattress, Angela started tugging her shirt off over her head. Standing at the foot of the bed, Fareeha did the same. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. There were more tattoos on her skin, on her ribs and over the curve of her shoulder. Angela had never seen a hotter Dom in her entire life. She wanted so badly, more than anything in the world, just to be the kind of sub this woman would want. It thrilled her to think of Fareeha’s warm praise. She yearned for it, craved it, knew she would do just about anything to get it. “You can hit me, if you want,” Angela offered. She got this terrible twist of anxious fear in her guts after she said it. It was the complete opposite of the fluttering she had been feeling just a few moments ago. Fareeha paused as she was climbing on to the bed, likely to crawl all over Angela and cover her in kisses. “…What?” Angela bit her lip, trying not to worry about the tone in Fareeha’s voice. “Spank me, I mean. Or… pull my hair. Choke me.” She meant for it to come out sounding sexy. Yes, master, please hurt me. The way every sub sounds in porn; desperate for it. Except she sounded scared even to herself and she knew it wasn’t hot at all. Fareeha kneeled up on the mattress, sitting back on her heels. “Do you want me to do that?” She asked, perplexed. Swallowing audibly, Angela tried to force herself to nod. “If you want to, you can.” “Hey, hold on. I asked you a question.” There was hardly any force in her words, more concern than anger, but the serious way in which she spoke got Angela’s heart beating faster. It was kind of hot in its own right. In any other context she would have melted before the dominance Fareeha was displaying. “Do you want me to do those things to you?” Angela hesitated, fully aware of how things would immediately end here and now if she said no. She’d have to awkwardly leave, get a cab back to her place. She’d spend the night going over everything she’d done wrong, feeling lonely and sorry for herself. Then again, this would all be ruined anyway if she ended up in pain she couldn’t handle. The last thing she wanted was a new memory of having to safe-word out sex. She didn’t want to know what Fareeha’s disappointed voice sounded like. She wouldn’t be able to deal with hearing it in her head over and over again whenever she thought of this night. She had to be honest. “…No,” Angela admitted. “Good,” Fareeha surged forward to kiss her. “I don’t want to do any of that either.” Angela blinked in confused surprise. “You don’t?” “I definitely don’t.” Fareeha kissed the corner of her mouth, her cheek, her temple. It felt good. All the excitement and want from earlier came rushing back. It replaced the fear that had begun to seep in, threatening to ruin things. Angela felt suddenly very hopeful, and very turned on. “What do you want to do to me?” She asked. “Kiss you,” Fareeha said, like she wasn’t already planting soft, tender kisses almost anywhere her lips could find. “Kiss every inch of you. Maybe lick you too. See if my tongue makes you squirm. Find out how many times I can make you come with just my mouth.” Angela gasped softly, overcome by the idea. It was so simple and yet it felt exhilarating in ways she couldn’t describe. She couldn’t think of anything she wanted more. She reached out for Fareeha, grabbed hold of her waist and pulling her close. “Please,” She breathed. “Please, I want that too.” “Fuck.” Fareeha dove in to kiss her mouth again and again. “You sound so hot when you beg.” Begging was definitely something she could do. Pain might be off limits, but Angela was well and truly at home when it came to supplication. She liked being on her knees, she liked saying please, she liked being the good sub who earned nice things by being submissive and sweet. It was ingrained in her, in every part of her. True to her word, Fareeha did kiss her. Damn near every inch of her. All her curves and edges. Each freckle and birthmark. Each soft and sensitive part of her. Fareeha’s lips made a path from one end of Angela’s body and back again. She used her tongue, too, just like she said she would. She licked and sucked at Angela’s pink nipples. She licked at the pale flesh of her inner thighs. She licked between Angela’s legs where she was most sensitive of all. It had been a long time since anyone had touched her there, much less used their tongue. Angela came almost immediately. To be very fair she had been aching for it since they started making out in the taxi. All these teasing kisses and sensual licks had just got her even more worked up. An orgasm burst through her as soon as Fareeha’s warm, wet song slid over her clit. It was cliché, but it really was like seeing fireworks. A sudden pop of bright, white hot pleasure that coursed through her entire body. She arched, went stiff, and a moan got caught in her throat. Fareeha seemed fully aware of what had happened, and she kept at it with her mouth until Angela’s shaking and trembling had subsided. When she pulled back, she licked her lips and smiled. “That do it for you, baby?” Baby. A pet name already. Delighted, Angela’s stomach fluttered again. Or maybe that wasn’t butterflies, but a twist of embarrassment because she had come so soon. She hadn’t even lasted more than a few seconds against the sensation of Fareeha’s tongue. Glancing away, trying to hide the blush that had spread across her face, Angela nodded. “I-“ she tried to think of an excuse but couldn’t come up with any good ones. “Yes.” “Hey.” Fareeha slipped a warm palm up Angela’s leg. “Look at me.” Angela didn’t hesitate. Embarrassed as she was, she knew to do as she was told. She brought her attention back to Fareeha who was still relaxing comfortably between Angela’s spread legs, as if she was at home there. “I don’t care how quick you came. I wanted you to, and I’m glad it happened, because now I get to make you come again, and again, and again.” Her words thrilled Angela to the core, made her fight back a shy smile. The sense of security she felt with Fareeha was only growing. It was like she couldn’t do any wrong. All her awkward slip ups were easily accepted. All her insecure uncertainties were quickly and readily assuaged. “No more worrying. Understand?” Fareeha asked. “Yea,” Angela nodded. “Yes, master,” Fareeha corrected her. Angela’s heart skipped a beat. Oh. Were they that serious already? It wasn’t a collar or anything but calling a Dom her master was kind of a big deal. Were they getting too caught up in the heat of the moment? Angela didn’t know, but more importantly she didn’t care. She wanted to say it. She wanted to give herself to Fareeha completely. “Yes, master,” She repeated. “Good girl.” Fareeha dove back between her legs and began eating her out once more. She had promised to make Angela come again and again, and by God she did it. She used her tongue, of course, but she also got her fingers involved. She thrust two of them deep inside of Angela and made her twist and squirm. The next two orgasms didn’t come as quickly or as easily as the first, but they were just as explosive. White hot, sudden, bursting through Angela like Roman candles on the Fourth of July. It felt so much better than any other sex she had ever had. Between orgasms Fareeha would lavish the rest of Angela’s body with attention. Soft kisses mostly, but the occasional gentle nip with her teeth. It was like she knew just how hard to bite so that it wouldn’t hurt. Angela adored every moment of Fareeha’s mouth on her. It had been so long since she’d been with someone who could take her into subspace, that she didn’t even realize it was happening. Everything just felt so good, so right. She felt so happy, so safe. It washed over her, blanketed her, warmed her from the inside out. “Still with me, baby?” Fareeha asked, sometime after she had managed to make Angela come for a third time. Angela moaned in reply. “Yes, master.” She loved those words. She loved saying them. She loved the way they felt in her mouth. She loved the sound of them. “You can let go,” Fareeha whispered to her. “I’ve got you.” Angela was already letting go. She knew Fareeha would take care of her. She closed her eyes, let herself drift off, let the soft subtle bliss of subspace take hold. She was aware of everything happening to her, of course. She still felt the lips that were pressed to her skin as Fareeha continued kissing her. She felt it as she was gently urged onto her side, and then her stomach. She must have been complying, moving of her own accord, but she wasn’t even thinking about it.   She felt Fareeha’s warm, knowing hands massage her shoulders and down her back. She felt kisses on her spine, and her shoulder blades, and the backs of her ribs. She felt those knowing hands sliding lower, spreading her cheeks. Fareeha licked shamelessly as her hole, gliding her tongue over it. No one had ever touched her there before, much less licked. Angela should have been worried. This was something new, something different, something she hadn’t tried. Except she was so far gone that it didn’t matter. She trusted Fareeha. I’ve got you, those were the exact words she said. Angela knew that Fareeha would take care of her, please her, make her feel good. She wasn’t capable of worrying. Not here, not now. Not when that tongue felt deliciously good.Fareeha made her come one more time, a fourth and final orgasm. She lapped at Angela’s tight pink hole, teased it with her tongue, made her shift and sigh with pleasure. She reached with her fingers to touch Angela’s wet pussy as her mouth worked. The dual sensations overcame her, overtook her, and that firework spark was shooting off again. It was muted, somehow. Far away. Angela knew she was moaning, thought maybe she was saying words. Yes, master and please, master but at the same time it was like someone else saying those things, someone else feeling this orgasm tear through them. It took her awhile to come back, to touch base with reality again, for the overpowering bliss to fade to something soft and manageable. She was still on her stomach in bed, head resting among the pillows. Fareeha was sitting beside her, one hand gently resting on Angela’s hip. “Hey.” Fareeha smiled softly. Even though she had spent the entire night making Angela come, she had that just-fucked look about her like she’d been the one sent through the ringer. “You with me?” Angela swallowed. “Yeah.” That was, hands down, the most amazing sex she had ever had in her entire life. She had never experienced anything that intense before. Not ever. She was overcome by the experience, awestruck, not sure what to do with herself but lay there… “It’s okay, just rest. I’ve still got you.” Fareeha promised. “You look so beautiful right now. So…” she hesitated, trying to find the right word. “So delicate.” It didn’t sound like anything to be ashamed of. It wasn’t the insult it had been before. Angela had never considered herself delicate, had never wanted to, but that was only because she had been looking at it the wrong way all this time. Angela smiled and let her eyelids fall closed. Delicate. No, it wasn’t an insult at all. It was a compliment, and she was so wholly grateful to Fareeha for helping her to feel this way. “Thank you.”

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