Hello! I love your writing! If it isn't too much trouble, could you please do a female reader/female favorite character imagine, where you're already in a relationship with FC, and the two of you get in a fight, then 'make up'? (Make up like, in an nsfw way *winkwink*) I would be forever grateful!!!!!! (also IDK if this is allowed, but I wouldn't complain if there was some bondage involved... dom FC) but if you can't/don't write that, it's okay. THANK YOU!!
Well, first of all, thanks anon! Also, I can definitely do this request. Love me some BDSM…
Hope you enjoy! xoxo Anni
Female Reader, Female FC, Bondage, Domination, Spanking, Punishment, Orgasm Denial, Smut (obvi)
Imagine getting in a fight with FC. When it’s time to make up, things get messy:
“Y/N!!” You cringe as FC stomps up the hall toward you.
You already know what this is about, and you dread having to address it.
Your door flies open, and FC stands in your doorway; her nostrils flaring angrily. She steps inside, and closes the door menacingly behind her. “I told you you’re not coming on this mission.”
You stand up off your bed, and fold your arms obstinately. “Well thankfully that’s not up to you.”
Her eyes flash dangerously, and she lowers her voice to nearly a whisper- which you find more menacing than the shouting. “I can’t believe you’ve been training behind my back all this time.”
“What choice did you leave me?” You counter stubbornly. “I tried to get you to train me, and you refused. I didn’t come here to sit in my room and stare at the wall while you’re off risking your life every day.”
She strolls across the room, and you instinctively take a step back and avert your eyes. You know she would never hurt you, but it was hard not to be intimidated when she got that murderous glare in her eyes.
She takes your jaw firmly in her hand, and forces you to look up at her. “This is not up for discussion. I can’t do my job and babysit you at the same time. You’re not coming.”
You wish she’d just slapped you, that would have hurt less than the insinuation that you were too weak to take care of yourself. You jerk your face out of her grasp, and bite back angry tears that threaten to betray you.
“Fuck you.” You hiss, and push past her; striding out the door and slamming it in her face when she tries to follow you.
You shake a little as you make your way out the front door. You usually let F/C have her way, and you definitely weren’t used to fighting that violently with her, but this mattered to you.
You climb in your car, and pull out of the drive; looking out the rearview mirror just in time to see F/C emerge out the front door with a flustered and somewhat confused look on her face.
She wasn’t used to you defying her.
That makes you smirk a little. You spin the tires wildly on the asphalt as you accelerate up the road; feeling some satisfaction in the gesture. She hated when you did anything that wasn’t one hundred percent safe.
You drive for- you aren’t sure how long- ignoring the constant buzzing of your cellphone in your pocket. Your stomach growls, and you decide to stop and get some food.
You pick a random diner off the highway, go in, and order.
As you wait on your meal, your phone buzzes again. You feel a pang of guilt for ignoring F/C for so long- she’s sure to be worried out of her mind by this point. You pull your phone out of your pocket. Fifteen missed calls, and one text message.
Your lips twitch upward at the small victory. From ‘this is not up for discussion’ to ‘fine, let’s talk’ was at least some progress.
You ask for your meal to go, and type out a clipped response.
The closer you get to home, the more the nervous tension builds in your stomach. You want more than anything to be strong about this, but F/C is exceedingly stubborn. Will you really be able to change her mind?
You pull into the drive, to find her waiting for you on the front steps. She strides toward you as you get out of the car, and pulls you into a violent kiss.
Part of you wants to jerk out of her arms and tell her not to touch you, but a much hungrier part of you demands that you kiss her back, inhale her sweet scent, wrap your arms around her neck…
Finally she pulls away, and grabs your shoulders. She holds you back at arms length, and studies you with an unreadable expression. “Don’t ever do that to me again. You were driving like an asshole, I thought you wrecked and died or something. No matter how mad I make you, please always answer your phone.”
You bite your bottom lip and nod guiltily.
She releases your shoulders and takes your hand, leading you inside. “I have a proposition for you.”
“A proposition?” You ask curiously.
She leads you up the hallway, and to a wide open room where the floor is lined with matts. Training equipment lines the walls, except for the far wall, which is just floor to ceiling mirrors.
Once inside, she drops your hand, and spins around to face you. “I want you to fight me.”
“W…what?” Your brow furrows.
“Show me what you’ve got. If you can take me down, I’ll shut up, and let you come on this mission.” She explains. “But if I win, you have to drop this, and stay home.”
You stiffen a little at the word ‘let’. You’d already made it clear that it wasn’t up to her to ‘let’ you fight. It was your choice. Still, she doesn’t know how much training you’ve had, she has no idea what to expect, and you reeeeeally want to show her what you’re made of.
“Fine. Let’s do it.” You move into your fighting stance.
She raises her eyebrows, clearly shocked that you accepted her proposition. “Okay, but I’m not going easy on you.”
“Thanks for the warning.” You grimace. “Let’s go.”
Her stance changes, and a predatory grin spreads across her face.
You shiver. You’d never seen that look on her face before.
The two of you begin to circle one another, and you watch her every move, just like you’d been taught. You pay attention to each shift in position, the way her muscles move, the subtle arch in her back that tells you that she’s drawing back to strike; your stomach coils tightly with anticipation of her attack; and with something else…
It comes quickly, you just barely manage to block her. You realize immediately that she is going to be a lot harder on you than your trainer ever was. You’d been so distracted by how beautiful she looked when on the offensive, that you’d nearly been downed in the first ten seconds.
You spring back lithely, and use the momentum of her punch to throw her off balance. She recovers quickly, however, and sweeps her leg back under yours. You fall backwards, but catch yourself. She pauses when you stumble, which gives you a chance to come at her.
You manage a swift blow to the sternum, and get back out of her reach before she has a chance to counter.
“Wow, you really have been training.” She smiles, but it’s strained.
You smirk. She’s starting to realize that she might just lose this little bet.
She comes at you again, and you put your forearm up to block her, but instead of going in for a punch, she grabs your forearm, and twists you around so that she can pin it behind you. Any way you struggle puts more pressure on your strained limb, and you scramble to remember how to get out of the lock.
You look into the full length mirror, and are momentarily distracted. She makes eye contact with you in the reflection, before using her free hand to move your hair over your shoulder and kiss the crook of your neck.
You shake yourself, and try to focus on the fight. Like a flash of light, you remember how to break the lock. You shift your weight from one foot to the other, and when she moves to compensate for the change of position, you pitch forward and throw her over your back.
She hits the ground with a loud thud, and exhales sharply. It takes a little longer for her to get back to her feet this time, and you feel a little guilty about it.
Not for long, however, as she starts right back in and comes at you mercilessly. It’s almost like that one little victory gave her license to pull out all the stops and really lay into you. You keep up with her, and manage to counter a few times, but you can feel yourself getting tired.
It definitely doesn’t help that every time she moves in you can’t help but notice how graceful and powerful she is. She’s a very distracting opponent.
She doesn’t seem to be tiring at all, and you start to wonder if you really can take her on. The two of you break for a moment, and start circling again. You work to control the rise and fall of your chest, as you don’t want her to know that you’re getting winded.
She moves in again, and you tense up, as you try to decide how she’s going to come at you. But instead of moving low and striking, she simply strides up to you and takes your face in her hands. “I yield.”
“Wha-” You try, but she stops you with a violent kiss. Your body stays poised in your fighting stance, as you try to figure out what is happening.
Is this a trick? Is she going to attack me mid-kiss? She’s definitely not losing this fight, why else would she yield?
She ignores your stiffness, and runs her hands down your neck, over your shoulders, and down your arms. She takes your hands in hers, and smiles at you. “Relax, this isn’t a trap. I yield.”
You shift your position, and tilt your head slightly to the side. “Why are you yielding? I was nowhere close to beating you yet. You’re not even out of breath.”
“I am most definitely out of breath. I’m just good at faking it. Don’t want to let your opponent see you getting tired.” She shrugs. “Besides, you already proved to me that you can take care of yourself. That’s all I wanted.”
“So I can go?” You feel a little silly asking her permission, after telling her she had no say in the matter. Still, you craved her permission nonetheless.
“You can go.” She nods. “On one condition.”
Your stomach sinks. What now?
“I really don’t like being told no.” She continues with a wicked grin. “And that little stunt you pulled earlier, well you’re going to have to pay for that.”
Your stomach jumps from too low, to up in your throat. “I can do that.” You murmur thickly.
“Damn right.” She takes you by the back of your neck, and leads you up the hallway to the bedroom.
“Strip.” She barks, as she closes the door behind her.
You obey without hesitation. The bedroom is one place where you definitely don’t feel the need to defy her.
Once you are naked, she circles you; flashing that same predatory grin she had when she was preparing to fight you.
You shiver, and cold chills flush across your skin.
“Kneel.” She orders. You drop to your knees, and spread your palms out on your thighs.
“Good girl.” She coos. “You looked so pretty when you were fighting me. I like the way you move.”
You shiver again, and bite your lower lip. You know better than to talk without her permission here.
“Still.” Her tone grows sharp. “You did defy me, and make me worry about you. So you need to be punished.”
Your stomach twists sharply, and you feel your wetness slicking your thighs.
“What am I gonna do with you?” She sighs, as she begins to undress.
You follow her movements and your mouth suddenly feels dry. Her eyes meet yours and you quickly look back down at your hands.
When you look back up, she’s standing in front of you with a pair of leather cuffs. “Hands behind your back.”
You obey, and she walks behind you and cuffs your wrists together. You arch your back to compensate for the tugging at your shoulders. She leans back to admire her work. “You look so nice cuffed up for me. Tilt your head back now.”
You grab your ankles and let your head roll back; licking your lips thirstily, as she positions her center over your exposed face.
You lean up, and run your tongue slowly through her dripping folds, relishing in her taste. She bucks her hips forward, demanding more friction, and you oblige. You dip your tongue up in her entrance, and pull her juices up and around her swollen clit.
“Fuck!” She gasps. “Good girl. That’s it- fuck me with your tongue.”
You lap deeper and deeper at her entrance, until her legs are shaking on either side of your face. “Keep going. Make me cum.” She moans.
You push harder, and move faster, from her opening to her clit and back. Before long she reaches release; riding your face as her juices drip down your cheeks.
She drops to her knees on the floor behind you and litters kisses across your shoulders. She cups her hand around your throat and tilts your head back, so that she can taste your lips. “Damn I taste good on your tongue.” She hums.
You clench and unclench your thighs desperately, as your body reacts to her. Your pussy aches with a need for friction.
She notices, and chuckles. “Stand up.”
She unfastens your cuff from one wrist, and moves your arms to the front to refasten them. She leads you to the bed, and motions for you to kneel facing the headboard. She clips your cuffs to a hook on the wall above the bed. “Don’t move.” She orders, and leaves the room without further explanation.
You wait for a few minutes, but you don’t hear anything. Your entire body aches with need, and you decide to try and relieve some of the tension. You grind your pussy in circles over your heel, and whimper desperately at the sensation.
A sudden stinging slap across your ass snaps you out of it. You yelp, and straighten up.
“I told you to be still.” She grabs the cuff of your neck, and pushes your fast against the headboard with one hand, and brings another swat across your ass with the other.
You squirm against her grasp, and earn another lick. “You’re going to learn to follow orders, if I have to keep you here all night.” She hisses. You freeze, and arch your back, as your body reacts to the pain and pleasure of the spanking.
“That’s better.” She purrs, rubbing the red welts across your cheeks, and then sliding her hand down your ass to your back entrance. “Let’s try something new tonight.”
Your muscles stiffen immediately.
“Do you want to safe word?” She asks, in response to your rigid muscles.
You shake your head sharply, and brace yourself.
She pushes down on your already arched back, opening you up further to her. She kneels behind you, and runs her tongue from your clit to your back entrance. She circles the opening there, and you whimper. You’d never been stimulated there before, and it felt fantastic. Your body reacts to the new sensation by sending violent tremors up your spine.
She moves back down to your pussy, and dips her fingers into the opening. “Already soaking wet for me baby girl. That’s what I like to see.”
You roll your hips against her palm, earning another swat to the backside. She drags your juices up the slit between your legs, and around your back entrance. She uses your own wetness as lubricant to slide her forefinger slowly in.
Your entire body lights up, as she pumps deeper and deeper into your ass. “You like that little girl? You can answer me.”
“Yes,” you keen. “Thank you!”
She adds her own saliva to the lubricating mixture, and pumps a little faster. Her free hand finds your clit, and rubs quick circles around and across it.
You feel your body tensing, and so does she. “You are not to come yet.” She orders.
You whine, and bite the inside of your cheeks. If she kept this up much longer, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself.
She adds a second finger to your hole, and you cry out. “Please may I come?!”
“Not yet.” She shakes her head sharply. “Hold still.”
You do your best to control your body, as she takes her hand away from your clit and slides it up your belly to your right breast. She finds your nipple, and pinches and rolls it between her forefinger and her thumb. You press your face into your arms, and moan out of frustration and hunger.
She reaches up and pulls your cuffs off the hook. “Finger yourself for me.”
You gladly oblige, moving your still cuffed hands to your entrance, and thrusting in three fingers from your right hand. The cuffs grind against your clit as you work, adding to the sensation, and making it harder and harder for you to hold back.
She leans back, and sinks her teeth into your ass cheek, before groaning. “Cum for me.”
Your body reacts immediately, and the most violent orgasm you’ve ever felt sweeps over you. She hooks her arm around your chest to keep you from falling forward into the headboard, and she continues to pump in and out of your ass as you slowly come down.
Finally she releases you, and lets you roll over onto your back. She straddles your right leg, and presses her lips against yours. “Did you like that?”
“Mmhh.” You nod blissfully.
“Good.” She nips at your earlobe, and grinds her pussy against your thigh. “I’m not done with you yet though.”
You feel her juices dripping down your thigh, and your stomach coils again.
“Hands behind your head.” She orders. “And spread your legs for me. I want to see that pretty pussy.”
Your knees fall open on command, and you rest your head on the leather cuffs.
She puts her right knee between your legs, and her left knee over your right leg, so that her sex lines up perfectly with yours. “I want you to be perfectly still, and quiet.” She commands, picking up her short reed cane from where it rests in the corner where her bedframe meets her wall. “If you move or make any noise, I will hit you.”
You nod your head, and close your eyes tightly. This is going to be hard.
She starts to grind herself against you, slowly at first, and with barely any contact. You feel her folds gently brushing against yours, and the fire in your stomach grows hotter. You bite the insides of your cheeks again, and this time you taste blood.
She increases the pressure, and her wetness mixes with yours, slicking both of your pussies until they glide smoothly against one another.
Every time she passes across your clit you have to fight the urge to buck up against her. You want more of her. You want to feel her center throbbing against yours as she cums. You want her to curl into you, as she is overcome. You can’t help yourself. You grind your hips up into hers, and moan her name.
You are rewarded with a swift lick across your tits with the reed cane. “I told you to be still.”
You press back into the mattress, and she starts over again from the beginning. It is maddening.
You try to distract yourself by watching the red whelp from the cane blossoming across your chest, but that somehow makes it even worse. You begin to thing you’d rather be beat with the cane than maintain this maddeningly slow progress. Almost as though she can read your mind, she taps each of your nipples lightly in turn with the cane, just enough to sting a little. The stimulation causes them to harden and lengthen.
“I want you to cum with me.” She murmurs thickly. “You can move against me now.”
You nod your understanding, and refocus on the pleasure of her slickness against yours. You immediately buck your hips in time with her passes, so that you are meeting roughly in the middle each time.
The coil in your stomach tightens, and threatens to snap at those words.
A few more seconds, and she nearly screams. “I’m cumming.”
Her muscles contract sharply, and she leans forward to brace herself on the bed. The feeling of her pussy pulsing against yours overloads your nerves, and you cum with her.
The feeling of her juices squirting down your center adds to your pleasure and makes your orgasm more violent.
The two of you grind against each other as you slowly come down, and finally she rests her head on your chest. She kisses from the red whelp up your body, until she finds your lips. Her hands fumble with your cuffs, until your hands are free to caress her naked form. The two of you remain tangled up in each others limbs, panting, and completely drained, for a long time.
“I love you.” F/C whispers against the soft skin at the base of your ear. “And I’m sorry I tried to keep you from fighting.”
“I love you too. And I forgive you.” You sigh happily, and drift off into a hard earned slumber.
