#fem dom reader

[universalstarfly]

i love submissive, tired, overworked men🤤

creds to -babygirl

[phear-tear]

Just stick to what you’re good at

In which your cute innocent Choso tries dominating you! (spoilers: it doesn't work.)

ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵) 𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚜𝚞𝚋!𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚘 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)

Warnings: choso tries to dom and fails, smut, mommy kink (again), choso crying, choso trembling, overstimulation, jerking off, brief mentions of pegging and riding him, cute choso, dom fem!reader, 2k words.

“i wanna try dominating you..” is the sentence that led you to your situation now.

rewinding back before he even said that, you and your boyfriend, choso, were sitting on the couch attending to your own devices. choso was watching tv while you were on your phone watching videos. whatever was on the tv must’ve lit some spark in him. 

“h-hey…” he says, trying to look at you but can’t seem to meet you eye to eye. “can we try something… different tonight?”

you raise an eyebrow. it’s rare that choso would suggest anything in bed, always letting you lead and do whatever you want.

“sure, baby. what do you have in mind?” you sit up and scoot closer towards him. “maybe handcuffs, a gag, or even a blindfold.” you smirk at him as you watch his whole face get red and turn away from your face.

“i wanna try dominating you tonight…” your face turns from a smirk to surprise.

the last time choso dominated you was in the beginning of your relationship and he was very shy about it. the switch in roles had him feeling more comfortable and less embarrassed. honestly you can’t see him being dominant again.

you clear your throat to break the silence between you two. “d-did something bring this on? did i do something bad?”

he rapidly shakes his head, trying to dismiss the thought from your mind.

“ah! no! it’s just…” he scratches the back of his neck, completely avoiding your gaze. “i was watching the movie and the guy seemed attentive with the girl he was with and it reminded me how you always attend to me when we are doing… it. so i thought maybe i can try that out?”

…

he’s so cute! choso is so easily influenced that it’s adorable! you’re sweet choso wants to try being more attentive to you! for you! your heart is so full, it might just burst in your chest.

you gently grab his face and turn it towards you. “of course, i’ll be waiting for you to take care of me.”

choso hops up off the couch and starts making his way towards your bedroom. “you won’t regret it! i’m going to take control of tonight!”

you watch him run up the stairs not looking back and bolting into his room.

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a few minutes, maybe about thirty, you get a text message from choso.

come upstairs (˶>⩊<˶)

so you do just that. you get up off of the couch and start making your way upstairs. you open the door but see nothing different about the room. choso is just sitting on the bed there waiting for you. he lights up to the sight of you but then quickly tries to contain himself. he pats the side of the bed, gesturing for you to sit beside him. so take a seat you did.

“i did some research and i think im ready now.” choso says with a voice full of confidence which was really cute.

you nod and make your way beside getting ready for whatever he has planned for you. what you did not expect was for choso to take a rougher approach. he pins you down against the bed and starts kissing you roughly. you try to keep up but his kisses were really sloppy which made the whole thing adorable.

once he pulls away his face looks serious and controlled. it’s like choso did a full 180 on you!

ok. you can handle this. you’ve done it when you first started dating, you can do it again. choso looks you up and down and stares for a little while.

“take off your shirt.” he says while trying to pull your shirt over your head.

you chuckle a little at his impatience and start taking off your shirt leaving only your bra on. choso didn’t say anything about it so you didn’t do anything about it. 

you look him straight in the eyes and he looks away quickly, it seems like old habits die hard. “what do you want me to do now?”

“quiet.” your eyes widen and you close your mouth. choso is really committing to this. 

he starts taking off your pants and panties for you. whilst taking off his own underwear and shirt. he’s rushing through this like some rapid animal. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t kinda into it. but only a little though.

he starts rubbing on your clit with his fingers and giving you little kisses on your neck. you can’t help but let out little moans in return. you spread your legs wider then start humping into his hand. he’s always been good with his hands no matter what role he’s played.

“feels good, doesn’t it?” he whispers into your ear. “want more?” you nod your head quickly in hopes he’d put his fingers in. 

and put his fingers in he does. you were so wet that you were already lubricated enough for him to plug into you. he slowly goes deeper and deeper into you, looking straight into your eyes for any signs of discomfort.

you moan out. “fuck- you’re doing so good, baby-”

he gives you a slap on your side with his other hand. “d-don’t speak.” he pouts and gives you a slight glare. you apologize briefly before shutting your mouth again.

once his fingers are fully inside of you he gives you some time to adjust. you give him a silent go ahead by grinding against them. he starts by slowly pulling them out and back in, increasing his speed fastly.

you start moaning out and grabbing onto the arm of the hand connecting him to you. guiding his hand more you help him push in and out at the speed that you desire. you’re surprised that choso is letting you do all this seeing as he is supposed to be in control of the situation.

oh well. the pleasure is too good for you to stop and think about whatever is going on with him.

you continue grinding against his hand starting to feel your very own orgasm build up. your fingers dig so hard into his arm that you hear a slight wince from his direction. it causes choso to curl his fingers and dig into a spot that sends you up there with the angels.

you let out a moan which volume rivals that of a high pitch scream. you squirt all over his fingers and land onto your very own tummy.

it was amazing. it was bliss. choso’s fingering skills put yours to shame. his skills should have their own metal the way they continue to send you to heaven no matter what they do.

coming back from your high, you open your eyes and look towards choso. he’s been awfully quiet so you wonder if something happened to him.

choso’s eyes are blown out and his face is completely red. he doesn’t say anything. he doesn’t even move or take his fingers out of you.

“choso?” you try to break him out of his silent trance. it was starting to worry you now. you slowly take his fingers out and it causes a whine out of you.

with that out of the way you finally take a clear look at what’s going on with him. then you clearly see the cause of all his silence.

choso came onto himself.

he came to the sight of you squirting over his fingers.

you can’t help but let out a laugh. so much for trying to take control of the situation and be dominant. it can’t be helped. he can’t even control himself.

“baby.” the pet name throws choso out of his silence and causes a whimper out of him. you rub up and down his arm as if to soothe him. “you made a mess all over yourself.”

choso’s face continues to heat up and he looks away from you. that won’t do. the situation has changed now and this role clearly isn't meant for someone as cute as choso. you grab his face and force it to face you.

choso lets out a huge whine from your forcefulness. “uh-uh. that won't do, look at me.” you stare into his eyes which finally gets him to crumble under you.

“poor baby, couldn’t contain himself.” you let go of his face and slowly crawl your hand down his chest onto his tummy. choso twitches under the touch of your hand. his adorable tears slowly begin to form.

“i n-need help, please.” there it is. choso can’t help himself. this is his role that he’s much more suited for. “mommy, i want more… please help me. i need you to tell me what to do. i wanna be a good boy for you.”

his sobs get out of control. “i can’t do it, mommy. you’re better at it than me.” he takes your hand off of his tummy and guides it closer towards his red cock. “i wanna come again. but i want you to touch me.”

you smile. your choso was so pretty and perfect. he tried his best today and you couldn't be more happy and proud of him for at least trying. he should get a reward but..

“remember how you kept telling me to be quiet and then hit me? good boys aren’t rude or disrespectful towards their mommy.” you wrap your hand around his cock and he cries out. you waste no time and start jerking him off fast with his own come. 

“ahh!♡ mommy, wait! i just- ngh- came! it’s too much! too fast” the tears start pouring down his face faster. “i’m sorry- i’m sorry- i’m sorry-” he continues rambling on while trying to escape your grasp. his hips move away and towards your hands as if they’re confused on what they want.

choso’s brain is telling him to move away but his body is saying something different. he looks at you with teary eyes and grabs onto your moving hand. “kiss- please. i wanna kiss you, mommy.”

so precious. you wanna break him so bad. “do boys like you deserve a kiss? you tried telling mommy what to do today.” your hand starts getting sloppier as you rub the head of his cock for more pleasure. 

his brain turns stupid that he can’t even respond back. just random, unintelligible words and moans. you can’t resist him anyways. you give a deep kiss, a better one than he gave you earlier. his eyes roll to the back of his head, taking your face into his hands to pull you closer towards him.

“mmph.. ngh...♡” he comes right there on the spot, all over your hands.

you let go of him and pepper kisses all over his face, trying to help him come back to earth. when he finally does the first thing he does is pout at you and then panic. “y-you’re hands! i’m sorry!” he tries to get up to get you a towel but his legs are too shaky for him to even move.

you give him a sweet kiss on the cheek before whispering in his ear. “i’m not done with you yet.” his eyes widen and his face turns fast to face yours it almost gives him whiplash.

“eh?! i can’t take any more though, mommy!! give me a break, please!” you laugh right in his face.

“if you really don’t want to go another round, tell me now. i’m not stopping until i come this time.” you silently wait for choso’s approval. as hot as overstimulating him was, you didn’t want to actually hurt him.

after a while of him thinking, he slowly nods his head. “d-don’t kill me now…”

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currently, you were laying down with a shaky leg choso beside you. after your session with him, his brain was fucked out and his mind was filled with pleasure. you rode him until he came and then rode him some more. you were tired too. you cleaned each other up, with choso trying to help as much as he can.

“did i do a good job today?” he breaks the silence, pulling you out of your head. you give him a sweet smile.

you nod your head “the best job… but how about we just stick to our regular ways, yea? i like it like that.” you’re eyes slowly start to close. “next time i’m pegging you…” you’re trying to fight sleep to stay up with choso but you can’t. you faintly hear his voice while fading into your mind.

“i like it that way too.” he snuggles into you more, closing his eyes for a while. then shoots them wide open. “huh?!”

a/n: woah pegging?! poor choso can't handle all of it (╥﹏╥). I hope u enjoy subby choso as much as i do!!! i will start writing more subby men jjk fics in the future bc i love them smm. ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

[drytacomeat]

Dominating Yandere!Femboy

plus size reader! suggestive content!

Yandere!Femboy who has always been subtly manipulating you into dominating him.

He definitely knew that there was a domineering bitch hiding under your recluse personality. All he had to do was bait it out of you.

He bothered you relentlessly. He would do incredibly petty shit to bother you. He’s gone as low as pulling your fucking hair.

He says some incredibly rude things to you as well. He doesn’t want to, but you’re making him! Just fucking react already.

“Ugh you’re so fucking boring!” he groaned in frustration after his 1000th attempt to piss you off hasn’t worked. He was finally starting to get on your last nerve.

“I’m fucking boring? You little bitch! All you do is follow me around like a fucking puppy, and you think I’m boring?” you scoffed, “You know what, get the fuck out if I’m so boring then.”

Yandere!Femboy who whimpered at your harsh words, though his cock was simultaneously getting stiff.

“No…” he mumbled, eyes falling from your face.

“That’s what i fucking thought.”

Yandere!Femboy who you just have to boss around. He is much more tolerable that way. You just have to grind down his bitchy little attitude sometimes. He always ended up doing whatever you want anyways.

“Could you be going any slower?” you rolled your eyes as he pathetically fucked into you.

Yandere!Femboy knows he fucks good but he loves when you both act like he doesn’t.

“I’m sorry! I’ll do better! Fuck!” he whimpered in response.

“You fucking better, or I’ll have to find someone else hm? Someone who isn’t just a dumb fucking dog.”

At the sound of that, he let out a little growl as he thrusted into you particularly hard, completely bottoming out.

Your eyes rolled back as his grip tightened on the fat of your hips, bouncing your ass back onto him.

Yandere!Femboy whose mommy kink definitely comes out when he’s a subby, possessive, pathetic mess.

“No, mommy! Never!” he gritted out as he fucked into you deeper, “my mommy, mine mine. This is my pussy.”

You bite your bottom lip to silence the whimpers crawling up your throat. You knew better than to let him win.

“Okay, that’s enough,” you sighed as you pulled away from him, only wincing a bit as his dick slid from the tight clutch of your cunt.

He stared at you in confusion, chest rising and falling rapidly, cock hard and wet.

“Pathetic.”

[chaepink]

Thinking about…

pretty boys whose favorite position is on their knees. tell them to kneel and they’re down with no hesitation, their eyes wide and puppy like as they stare up at you with such devotion. their hands are on their thighs, clenching and unclenching as they await your next order. honestly it’s both cute and pathetic how they listen to your orders so obediently. they’re so easy to train, so easy to order around, that you can’t help but make him do the simplest things just to watch him obey. make them stay kneeling for too long and they’ll let out quiet whines and whimpers because they just want to hear your voice commanding them. even better if you keep them on the ground as you walk around and do stuff in the room and they can only kneel and watch you practically ignore them. come back to them and make of him about how teary he is and how there’s already a damp spot on his crotch ❤️

Note: I missed these types of posts

[biglychee]

no request intended by the post from yesterday, but since u got me here………….

Bucky trying to woo reader with all manner of beautiful gestures and whatnot until finding out the best and quickest way to their heart is through a nice fuck

perhaps……….perhaps……..

(@twentytomidnight) 👹👹👹

Lessons in Charmin' Dames

$ log - sgt. barnes has exhausted every trick in brooklyn and you're still unmoved. you've just got a different idea of what constitutes a good time.  $ warn --nsfw --dom!afab!reader --sub!bucky --1940s --positions(cowgirl) --p-in-v --orgasm-control(edging) --praise --worship --condescending-talk --clit-play --begging --facesitting(hinted)--impact-play(mild) --dumbification $ wc -w 2.8k $ from 1940s!marvel # authors-note = little present for the shout-out 😛

Bucky has always been good with dames. Not good the way some fellas are good — all clumsy hands, too much cologne and the kind of compliment that sounds like it was rehearsed in a bathroom mirror — but good good. It’s like the kind that looks like it isn't even trying because the trying happened so long ago it's muscle memory now.

He's got the smile, the timing, and even the lean. He's got the voice he drops half a register when he wants something and the voice he drops a full register when he's gonna get it.

He has never once in his life had to wonder whether a girl liked him back, because by the time he's wondering, she's already said yes.

So when he sees you at the bar on base, laughing at something one of the girls from the typing pool said, head thrown back and throat moving and your whole body committed to it like laughing is a sport you're good at — well, Christ on a cracker, what's a fella supposed to do? Not try? He's Bucky Barnes. Trying is the whole goddamn act.

The problem is you don't seem to know your lines.

0001 — one

He sends a French 75 your way on a Friday night, because that has never not worked. He's had dames accept it with a blush, accept it with a wink, accept it with a slow drag of their eyes that meant neither of them was making it home at a reasonable hour. The drink is the opener; it does the talking so he doesn't have to.

You look at the glass. You look past it at Bucky posted up at the far end of the bar, jaw turned just so, shoulders doing the whole campaign — and you slide it right back across the wood.

"I don't like gin."

"It ain't gin, sweetheart, it's a French 75."

"So it's gin in a nice dress."

"It's a gesture —"

"It's gin," you say, already back to your beer like the conversation's had a funeral and you're the only one who attended.

Steve, somewhere behind him, makes a noise like a man who's been waiting his whole sorry life for this exact moment.

0010 — two

He catches you after the pictures on a Saturday.

He falls into step with the ease of a fella who timed this casually enough that it doesn't look timed — which means he absolutely timed it down to the goddamn second.

"Walkin' home? I'll go with you."

"It's four blocks, Barnes."

"Could be rough out there."

"It's four blocks. The sun's still up."

"A gal doesn't know what's lurkin' around —"

"Barnes." You stop walking.

You give him a look that ain't mean, exactly, but so profoundly unimpressed it might as well have come notarised. "Mrs. Peppers is out on the corner waterin' her hydrangeas and she's got eyes like a hawk and a broom she ain't afraid to use. I think I'll survive."

He walks with you anyway, because retreat ain't in his vocabulary. Plus, he's too proud to let a no look like a no.

He talks about the picture, and so do you. It's perfectly pleasant, completely friendly. When you get to your building you say "Thanks, Barnes, that was nice" with the same warmth you'd give the fella who delivers the ice, before shutting the door.

He stands on the stoop a second too long.

"She said nice," he tells Steve later, like he's reporting a casualty.

"That's good, Buck."

"Nice is what you call your landlady's meatloaf, Steve. Nice is what you say about the weather. She said it like I was a — a bus timetable. Like I run on schedule and that's the best thing about me."

0011 — three

The flowers are a last resort, which stings. Flowers are supposed to be a first resort and the fact that he's looped all the way back around to them means the playbook's running thin.

He picks them carefully.

Not roses — too obvious, and he's starting to suspect you can smell obvious on him like cheap aftershave.

Not carnations — too dime-store, and you seem to clock every single thing he does with the quiet precision of a dame keeping a private tally she ain't ever gonna show him.

He goes with dahlias, because the old broad at the flower cart says they mean "good taste," and at this point he needs every ounce of subliminal help the Lord is willing to lend.

You open the door and you see the flowers. Something moves across your face — not annoyance, but not the dewy, weak-kneed, oh-Bucky-you-shouldn't-have he's been rehearsing in his head for the last three blocks, either.

"Those are real pretty," you say, and you take them. Then you do something that throws him worse than any rejection has — you lean on the doorframe and look at him. But, not at the jaw, the shoulders or even at the whole polished routine.

You’re staring straight at him. Slow, up, down, and then up again. It’s like you’re taking inventory, finally seeing something on the shelf worth pricing.

"You know what, Barnes," you say, "you're far more intriguin' than the other fellas who've come knockin'."

Not charming, nor handsome. Not any of the words he's heard a hundred times from a hundred dames who were already halfway to yes before he opened his mouth. Intriguing. Like he's a book you've decided might be worth crackin' open after all — but only 'cause you caught a line on the back cover you didn't expect.

He floats the whole way home.

"She said I was intriguin'," he tells Steve, sprawled in the chair like a man who's just discovered religion. "Not handsome or sweet. Intriguin'."

"Buck, you've been buyin' this girl drinks and walkin' her home and showin' up with flowers for weeks, and the thing that works is just — standin' there?"

"I wasn't just standin' there, I was—" He stops and reconsiders. "Alright, yeah, I was just standin' there."

Steve shakes his head, half amazed and half like he's watching someone win a boxing match by tripping into the other fella. "Bucky Barnes. The smoothest guy in Brooklyn. And all you had to do was stop bein' smooth."

"That ain't even the best part."

Steve looks up.

"She invited me round to her place," Bucky says, real casual, like he's mentioning the weather and not the single most significant development of his entire goddamn year. "Thursday."

Steve stares at him. "To her place."

"To her place."

"What happened to nice? What happened to bein' a bus timetable?"

Bucky grins — not the charming one, or the one he puts on at dance halls, but the real stupid one that makes him look boyish and completely, dangerously hopeful. "Guess she changed the schedule."

0100 — four

The bedroom was thick with the scent of sweat, musk, and the fading sweetness of the cologne Bucky had worn earlier that evening — a cologne he had hoped would impress you. Now, it served only as a reminder of how thoroughly his attempts at courtship had failed. He had brought flowers; you wanted his hands on your hips. He had brought sonnets; you wanted him breathless and broken.

And broken you had made him.

Bucky lay sprawled across your soft sheets, his chest heaving as if he had just run five miles through Brooklyn. His pupils were blown wide, dark pools of need that swallowed the dim lamplight. His fingers dug into your hips, not with the gentle touch of a suitor, but with the desperate grip of a drowning man clinging to driftwood.

You leaned down, your figure cascading like a silk curtain around his eyeline, trapping the heat between you. "See, isn't this better than flirting after me, James?" you cooed, your voice a honeyed venom.

 You traced the sharp line of his jaw with your thumb before delivering a sharp, stinging slap to his cheek just enough to make his head snap to the side.

"Ah, yes — " he whimpered, the sound breaking off into a strangled mess of your name. 

His composure, that polished Brooklyn charm he wore like armour, had completely shattered. He could only nod dumbly, his hands trembling violently where they rested on your waist. In fact, he had fantasised about claiming you properly, but he hadn't prepared for this level of torment.

Your pussy was clenching around his cock so tightly he felt like he might combust. Every time you ground your hips down, milking him with that relentless, rhythmic pressure, his brain short circuited. He was a soldier, a man who had faced down danger without flinching, but here, beneath you, he was utterly powerless.

"You don't ever refer to a dame by her name, James. Where are your manners?" you teased, your voice dripping with sweet cruelty.

You leaned down to nip at his earlobe before deliberately slowing your pace, letting the friction die down to a torturous crawl.

"M'sorry, doll," he choked out, the endearment slipping past his lips like a prayer. His hips bucked involuntarily, seeking the friction you had just withdrawn. "Please, I — ”

"That's better," you purred, your lips brushing against his temple as you felt him shudder beneath you. "Keep calling me that, James."

He nodded furiously, his movements jerky and uncoordinated, like a marionette whose strings were being pulled by a capricious god. "Yes, doll yes, anything, doll —" he stammered, his voice thick with desperation. "I've learned — God, I've learned my lesson — No more flirts, no more nonsense. Just this, just you."

The admission made you smile, a slow, dangerous expression that made his heart falter in his throat.

"You're doing alright, James, but you're still missing the mark," you whispered, your voice dripping with venomous sweetness. You reached down, seizing one of his large, shaking palms and guiding it between your thighs. His skin was hot, his pulse hammering against your fingertips as you pressed his fingers directly against your swollen clit.

At the same time, you deliberately angled your hips, grinding down hard until his cock prodded directly against your G-spot. The sensation sent a lightning bolt of pleasure through you, forcing a long, delicious moan from your throat.

"Mmm... ahh..." you keened, the sound vibrating through both your bodies. "If you can flirt and talk sweet enough to charm half of Brooklyn, James, surely you can learn how to work a clit properly."

Bucky's ears turned a vivid, humiliated pink. "I — I'm trying, doll, I swear — I'm trying," he blubbered, his fingers fumbling against your slick nerves. He was working so hard his entire frame was quaking, his knuckles white as he tried to find the perfect rhythm you demanded.

But every time he thought he had it, you would shift, changing the angle, changing the pressure, keeping him off balance and perpetually desperate.

The friction of your pussy was unbearable; it felt like it was strangling his cock, milking every drop of sensation from him while refusing to give him any release.

His hips bucked involuntarily, his cock twitching violently inside you as he teetered on the edge of a catastrophic release. "Please, doll please, I'm gonna — "

"You're going to do nothing but work for me, James," you cut him off sharply, grinding down one more time to send him spiralling before abruptly pulling away, leaving him impaled in empty air. "A real dapper fella doesn't go off like a firecracker before his lady has had her fill. He holds her. He stays steady. He makes sure she gets what she came for."

"I know, I know, m'sorry, doll," he gasped, his voice cracking as he stared up at you with eyes that were completely glazed and unfocused. He looked pathetic, a broken soldier undone by a single command. "I'll do it. Just — don't stop — please don't stop."

"Then prove it," you commanded, leaning down to whisper against his lips, your breath hot and demanding against his mouth. "Show me exactly how much of a gentleman you can be when you're desperate to please."

Bucky let out a sound that was halfway between a sob and a growl, his fingers finally finding the rhythm you demanded. He worked your clit with a frantic, reverent intensity, his large hand dwarfing your sensitive flesh. His eyes never left yours, fixed on your face as if he needed to witness every micro expression of your pleasure to know he was succeeding.

"That's it, doll, that's it," he whined, his voice cracking. "I got you. I'm gonna get you there. Just tell me I'm doing good — please, doll, tell me I'm doing good."

You let out a sharp cry as the friction built to an unbearable crescendo. Your pussy convulsed around him in rhythmic waves, milking his cock with such a pace that Bucky let out a strangled, broken noise, his hips jerking upward involuntarily.

His entire body stiffened, his muscles locking as he fought the overwhelming urge to spill inside you. He was right on the precipice of surrender, his eyes rolling back in his head as your orgasm washed over him in waves of heat and tightness.

"That's it — oh god, doll, you're so good — " he panted, his voice reduced to a desperate whisper.

His fingers worked with a feverish, clumsy precision, terrified that if he faltered for even a second, he would lose you. He watched with undisguised worship as your expression shattered, your head falling back as you rode out the peak of your orgasm, your walls clamping down on him like a constricting vice.

He was shaking so hard he could barely breathe, his chest cavity rattling with each desperate, shallow inhale. He watched you with something approaching religious fervour as you came apart beneath him, his own cock throbbing painfully inside your slick, convulsing heat.

The pressure was excruciating; he felt like a dam about to burst, every nerve ending screaming for the release you so cruelly withheld.

"There you go, doll," he whimpered, his voice scarcely audible over the sound of his own ragged breathing. His fingers didn't falter despite his agony, continuing to stroke you with a reverent, unsteady rhythm as you began to come down from your peak.

You sank down onto him slowly, your hips rolling in a lazy, torturous circle that made Bucky whimper and arch his back off the mattress. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it, James?" you teased, wiping a stray tear of pleasure from your eye before smearing it across his flushed cheek.

"Please, please," Bucky finally cracked, his voice small and hollow — stripped of every ounce of the confident Brooklyn soldier he pretended to be. His hips gave one last, pathetic twitch against yours, seeking a friction that you refused to grant. "Doll, please, can I cum now? Jus’ this once?"

A melodic, cruel laugh bubbled up from your throat, echoing in the quiet room. "You? Orgasm now?" you repeated, tilting your head as if his request were the most absurd thing you'd ever heard. "After all that hard work, James?"

You reached down, patting his flushed, sweat slicked jaw as if it were a poor pup’s maw. "I haven't decided if you've earned it yet."

You leaned closer, your lips hovering just shy of his, close enough that you could taste his little whines.

"Besides, I was wondering something while you were busy playing nursemaid…" Your smile turned sharp, hungry. "Does that mouth of yours work just as well as those stupid flirts you're always spouting? Or is all that charm reserved for sweet talk?"

Bucky's eyes fluttered shut, a broken sound escaping his throat. "Anything you want, doll. Anything."

With agonising slowness, you began to slide off him. You pulled away inch by excruciating inch, the wet friction of your pussy leaving his cock exposed to the cool air, throbbing and desperate for the contact you had just stolen. He let out a whimper of pure loss as you dismounted, his hips lifting off the mattress instinctively to follow yours.

He lay there exposed, aching and twitching, his cock standing proud and angry in the lamplight, begging for the attention you had so cruelly withdrawn.

You crawled up his body, your knees bracketing his head as you moved toward his face. Bucky watched you with pupils so dilated they nearly swallowed the blue of his irises, his breathing coming in shallow, ragged gasps. He looked like a man who had seen heaven and was terrified he was about to be cast back into hell.

Hovering just inches from his mouth, you whispered, "Attaboy, James. That's how a true gentleman bags a dame."

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cw/ nsfw, sub male!puppyhybrid x dom fem!ownerreader, ball slapping, chastity/cockcage, femdom, brat taming, slight dubcon, slight humiliation

You fondly remembered the time when your little puppy was so incredibly shy that he couldn’t even answer your questions louder than a little whisper. The first few months after the adoption went by slowly and were characterized by patience and a lot of reassurance to get him used to you. It took some time even with you being incredibly careful with him because he was just such a timid little thing who had a difficult time trusting others.

He wasn’t able to hold eye contact with you for more than two seconds back then and would always keep his gaze down while awkwardly playing with his hair. He would also nervously wag his fluffy tail from side to side in a slow manner without being aware of it and shyly run away the second he saw you looking at it. There was also this thing where he never spoke unless explicitly asked to which was kind of cute but made communication a lot harder.

Still, even with all the work you had to put in to get rid of these silly habits, you still cherished those memories in you heart.

Looking at him now made you sometimes wonder if what you went through was real because that person back then simply didn’t exist anymore. Not only got he more comfortable with you and his new home but he got comfortable to an extend where he just ended up on the other side of the spectrum. It got to the point where even you had to admit that you had spoiled him too much.

No longer did you have a sweet boy in front of you who didn’t even dare to use his voice to ask for something. Not a crumb was left of the shy pup that was even too scared to let himself get petted by your soft hands. Instead, you had some greedy dog in his place who cried and complained the second you didn’t rush to fulfill his request.

“I already told you that the sofa cushions are not your personal humping toy, didn’t I?” you spat, completely exhausted from repeating yourself over and over again as you ripped the thing out from between his legs, only to find that he had already left a wet spot on it.

Great, as if I didn’t already have enough laundry to do because of this dirty thing, you thought to yourself as you removed the cover in an irritated manner. Meanwhile, you went to the bathroom to throw it into the laundry basket, which was filled to the brim, as always.

“Nooooo! What are you doing! I wasn’t finished with that!” your puppy cried out and completely ignored what you said. He glared at you as soon as you reappeared in the living room, thinking that you would acknowledge his complaint. Instead, he had to watch you sit back down at the dining table to continue doing some important stuff for work. You had already explicitly warned him to behave so that you could concentrate on this, but how could he when you weren’t helping him with his stiffy?

“Either you put your pants back on or you go to your room to play with the toys that are actually there to play with,” you said firmly, but your puppy didn't even bother to pull the fabric below his hips by even a centimeter. He was as shameless as they come and didn’t care that his private area was just out in the open. He wiggled around annoyed, “Just help me cum already, you've kept me waiting long enough and it's starting to hurt.”

“Is that so?” you asked him sarcastically, unable to believe the audacity. “With the way I have to clean up your cum stains in every corner of this apartment, I would say that you could use a break, don’t you think?”

“No.”

Okay, that’s it. You got up and went to open a drawer in a dresser while your puppy watched you with curious eyes. He got really excited all of a sudden because it looked like you were finally coming to his rescue with a new toy for him to try out. He never liked playing on his own anyway.

“I know, I shouldn’t be angry that you’re always so horny...” you began, leading him to believe that he had finally won your affection as you leaned toward him and gently stroked his face before suddenly grabbing it a little harder and eliciting a high-pitched cry from him. “...of course you can’t control yourself, you’re stupid after all. Such a stupid, spoiled puppy who only thinks with his cute cock, hm?”

You waited a moment for him to say something and were pleased when he didn't argue this time. “Good. Do you know what this is?” you asked him, lifting the metal cage so that he could get a good look at it. “This is here so that you can stop being such a silly little puppy. It will help you with your little friend down there.”

He seemed to be aware of what it was used to as his attitude shifted instantly and he tried to make himself as pathetic as possible so that you would feel sorry for him. Anything, to get him out of this cruel punishment that he clearly didn’t deserve. “Please... p—please don't do it... it'll only hurt more...”

You comforted him, albeit playfully. He should know that this act of his wouldn’t work on you but you didn't mind watching. “I know, baby, it’s supposed to hurt a little, yeah? That’s the point, because it looks like you don't know how to behave as long as you always feel good. As long as I make you to feel good.”

You turned your attention downward and, after a brief observation, realized that it could be a bit challenging to put his hard dick in the cage in this state. You sighed at the inconvenience as you met his teary gaze with tired eyes. “Don’t make this any more difficult than it already is. Come on, soften up and stop dripping all over the place,” you instructed him as you tapped him on the thigh.

He looked at you in disbelief. Even if he wanted to, his body couldn’t follow a command like this. “How am I supposed to do that? I can’t just stop being hard...”

“Hmm, I guess that was a bit too optimistic of me. Don’t worry, I understand,” you replied and pulled his pants and underwear off completely.

Will she let me cum one last time? It was like a small glimmer of light at the end of the dark tunnel. He was greatful for your final act of mercy. “Will you touch me?” he asked hopefully.

You nodded. “Yes, I will,” you replied and laughed as you watched his fluffy ears perk up with joy. “Don’t get too excited now. I’m just going to hit you down there a little so you’ll be soft and small.”

“...hit?” your puppy repeated, somewhat confused, as your hand wrapped around the base of his cock before using your other one to deliver a firm blow to his balls. You didn’t even hesitate one bit, didn’t even look slightly sorry for doing something like this to him.

He instinctively fought against the pain, his hands shooting up to grip your arms weakly. It didn’t really help much since you were stronger than him and caged him with your own body down on the couch. “Ow! No, stop, stop please! I’ll be good for you, I’ll be so g—good, I promise!” he cried out, clearly having a very low pain tolerance.

You grinned. “It’s a little too late for that, puppy. I have to do this, because you won't listen to me if I’m not strict with you.”

You delivered another blow to his full balls, making his whole body flinch as he again tried to break free from your death grip on him, only to fail and cling to your arms. “No! Don’t hit me down there, p—please!”

You watched disapprovingly as a little white stream dribbled out of the head of his cock, making the tears stuck to his face look very insincere. "I think you’re lying again. You know, cute boys get nice and soft here after the first blow, but not you. Because you’re not a cute boy, you’re a disgusting mutt, and you’re actually going to cum from me hitting you down here." You spoke slowly, causing your puppy to shake his head frantically. He tried denying it as if the evidence wasn’t right there in front of you face.

You tried to calm him down a little with a soft whisper as you gently stroked his skin a bit. “It’s okay. Even if you won’t admit it, you’re about to cum.”

“That’s not true! It’s not true, I’m not!”

You no longer cared about entertaining him with words as you continued to surprise him with small and large blows until his face got all puffy from crying so much. Nevertheless, his stiff cock didn’t seem to be going anywhere during the whole thing. He could cry and resist you all he wanted but it wouldn’t change the outcome. “This won’t be the only place that hurts if you lie to me and cum. You want me to spank your cute bum too?”

His eyes were tightly closed to hide his shame and perhaps to prevent the flow of tears. There was even a bit of spit that was running down his chin since he just couldn’t keep his mouth shut for longer than a second. It was a very pathetic sight and his attempt achieved neither of the two things. “I-I already told you that I’m not going to!” he insisted sternly, his legs trembling.

You hummed and moved your grip on his cock a bit more upward to rub your thumb in fine, light circles on his sensitive tip. “Are you sure?” you asked him again as he began to enjoy the stimulation which showed in the high moans he let out. After a few seconds of this, you continued with the spanking. “Look how much your legs are shaking! How funny, don’t tell me my greedy puppy is trying to hold back, that would be a first.”

He couldn’t, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He felt a stinging sensation from below, and the combination of hard and soft made him so incredibly hot that he felt like he was burning from the inside out. “Agh! ‘m gonna, ‘m gonna cum, ‘m g—gonna cum, ‘m gonna come—” he finally shouted like a mantra when he could no longer resist the feeling brewing in his stomach and the white liquid shot out like a jet over his entire body. “H—hm!”

You wasted no time and took advantage of the opportunity while he was floating around in his own little world to wipe his tip clean with the swipe of your index finger and attach the cage to his cock with two simple clicks. “Oh my god, it looks so cute!”

Your comment seemed to bring him back to his senses as he slowly sat up and looked down at the weight that was now attached to him. His cheeks glowed red at the humiliating sight. “When did you put that on me!” He complained with wide eyes as he made a feeble attempt to simply pull it off, only to wince at the pain. “I can’t wear this!”

“You can and you will,” you replied simply to his dramatic performance. “It looks cute, and it’s not like your little penis was of any use. Personally, I think it's much cuter as an accessory anyway.”

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Binnie nsfw theories next? 👀👀👀

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑨𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒃𝒊𝒏 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝑪𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑨𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕

Bang Chan / Lee Know/ Changbin / Hyunjin / Han / Felix / Seungmin / Jeongin

Note:finally, my favorite sub 😭

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Okay, I finally get to talk about my man. Let’s be real , we need to discuss Changbin because this guy has been living rent-free in my head for way too long.

Everyone looks at him and sees this big, muscular, strong man with huge arms and a deep voice… but I’m 100% convinced that in bed, he’s one of the biggest submissives to ever exist. Like, extremely submissive. The type who completely melts the second his girl takes control.

Changbin looks like he could destroy you, but the truth is he wants to be destroyed by you. He wants his girlfriend/wife to dominate him completely, and that contrast makes him insanely hot to me. I personally love this side of him so much

He’s the kind of guy who gets weak instantly when you use a firm tone with him. Just hearing “Be a good boy for me, Binnie” or “Get on your knees” is enough to make his cock hard. He loves when you boss him around — telling him exactly what to do, where to touch, how fast or slow to go, and when he’s allowed to cum. The more control you take, the needier, more desperate, and more pathetic he becomes… and I find that incredibly cute and sexy.

When he eats you out:

Changbin is genuinely obsessed with giving oral. He gets so excited when you tell him to go down on you. He drops to his knees right away, looking up at you with those eager, shiny eyes while waiting for your permission. The second you say yes, he buries his face between your thighs like a starved man

He’s so enthusiastic — licking long, slow stripes up your pussy, sucking on your clit with the perfect amount of pressure, and moaning loudly against you because he loves your taste that much. He’ll push his tongue inside you, fucking you with it while his nose rubs against your clit. If you sit on his face? He ascends. He grabs your thighs tightly and pulls you down harder, licking and sucking like his life depends on it, whimpering and moaning under you. He wants you to use his face, grind on his tongue, and cum all over him. He doesn’t stop even after you orgasm — he keeps licking you softly, cleaning you up, until you tell him to stop. There are even times he cums untouched just from eating you out.

When you suck or touch him:

At the beginning, he gets shy and embarrassed, but once you start, he falls apart so beautifully. He loves being teased. He’ll whimper and beg so cutely, hips twitching because he’s trying so hard not to thrust into your mouth or hand. Praise absolutely destroys him. Call him “Good boy”, “You’re so hard for me”, or “Look at how pretty you are when you’re desperate” and he’ll moan loudly, cock leaking all over.

His cock… I don’t think it’s one of those massive, intimidating ones. I’d say it’s around 14 or 15 cm, but fuck, it’s so thick. Really thick and heavy, the kind that stretches you open so good and leaves you feeling completely full and stuffed. The head is plump, rosy, and extremely sensitive, and there’s a thick vein running along the shaft that you can feel pulsing when he’s really turned on. And the best (or worst) part? He cums so much. Thick, heavy loads that shoot out in strong spurts, always a ridiculous amount, sometimes even surprising himself. On top of that, his cock is insanely sensitive — after he cums once, even the lightest touch, lick, or squeeze makes his whole body shake violently. He starts whimpering, moaning loudly, and begging, becoming an overstimulated, desperate, trembling mess, which makes edging and overstimulation him so much more fun and addictive

He has crazy stamina, but becomes extremely sensitive after he cums. He loves (and hates) overstimulation. After his first orgasm, if you keep sucking or stroking him, he’ll shake, whimper, and cry out things like “It’s too much, baby, please…” but if you actually stop, he’ll beg you to continue because he loves feeling completely at your mercy

Changbin loves when you fuck him. Whether you’re riding him, pegging him, or using toys — he wants it all. His favorite position is you on top, riding him hard while he grips the sheets or your thighs, looking up at you with glassy, desperate eyes. He adores when you pin his wrists above his head or wrap your hand around his thick neck. It makes him feel owned and small, even though he’s so big and muscular.

He’s very vocal and expressive. Expect lots of pretty moans, needy whimpers, and broken sentences like “Please…”, “I can’t—”, “I’ll be good, I promise…”, and “Thank you, thank you—”. He has a huge praise kink. The more you tell him how good he feels, how strong he looks while breaking down, or how beautiful he is when he’s begging — the faster he loses it.

He also has a breeding kink, but in a very submissive way. He goes crazy when you tell him you’re going to milk him dry, that you want him to fill you up, or that he has to cum deep inside you until it leaks out. He’ll moan loudly and thrust up desperately whenever you say things like that.

Changbin loves being marked. He wants your hickeys all over his chest, neck, and thighs. He wants to look in the mirror the next day and see proof that he belongs to you.

When he misbehaves (or pretends to), he gives you the biggest puppy eyes — big round eyes, pouty lips, and a soft “I’m sorry…” He knows exactly how weak you are to that look and uses it. Most of the time you forgive him quickly because he’s too adorable, but when you do decide to punish him… he secretly loves it. Edging, spanking, orgasm denial — he takes everything so well.

Aftercare with him is the softest thing ever. The second the scene ends, he turns into the biggest baby. He’ll nuzzle into your chest, hide his face in your neck, and crave all the cuddles, kisses, and praise in the world. He loves when you clean him up, stroke his hair, and tell him how good he was. He’ll whisper “I love you so much…” while clinging to you, still a little shaky from how hard he came.

In short:Changbin might look like the strongest and toughest guy in the room… but behind closed doors, he’s your sweet, desperate, obedient boy who lives to please you and be used by you. He wants to be dominated, praised, overstimulated, and loved by his girl — and he’s not ashamed to beg for it.

I swear this man was made to be submissive. I’m completely obsessed with this version of him… especially because I think it’s the truest one.

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Mini scenario🤭

You had Changbin exactly where you wanted him — lying on his back in the middle of the bed, completely naked, thighs spread wide, and his thick, hard cock throbbing in your hand.

His chest was heaving, muscles glistening with sweat. His big arms were stretched above his head, hands gripping the headboard tightly like you’d told him to. His eyes were glassy, lips parted, letting out those pretty, desperate whimpers you loved so much

“P-please…” he whined, voice already breaking as you stroked him slowly, torturously.

You tightened your grip around his thick shaft, pumping him with long, firm strokes while your thumb circled the sensitive head, spreading the constant leak of precum. Changbin’s hips jerked up involuntarily, but you pressed your other hand on his lower stomach, keeping him down.

“Stay still, Binnie,” you warned softly. “Good boys don’t move unless I say so.”

He let out a broken sob, nodding frantically. “Y-yes… I’m sorry— I’ll be good… I’ll be so good for you…”

You sped up your hand, stroking him faster, twisting your wrist just the way he liked. His cock was rock hard, veins pulsing under your fingers, the head an angry red and dripping nonstop. Every time you squeezed the head, his whole body twitched violently.

“F-fuck— baby— it feels too good…” he moaned, head falling back against the pillow. His thighs were already starting to tremble.

You didn’t stop. You kept pumping him through it, using both hands now — one stroking his length while the other played with his heavy balls, rolling them gently. Changbin’s breathing turned into short, desperate gasps. His abs clenched hard, and his cock twitched wildly in your grip

“Please… please, I’m so close— can I cum? Please let me cum…” he begged, voice shaky and pathetic in the best way

You smiled, leaning down to kiss his chest while your hand kept working him mercilessly.

“Not yet, baby. You can hold it a little longer for me, can’t you?”

He shook his head desperately, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes as you kept stroking him without mercy.

“I c-can’t— I can’t hold it— please, I’m gonna cum— please let me cum, I’m begging you—” His voice cracked into a whimper as his whole body started shaking.

You squeezed the base of his cock tightly, stopping him right on the edge. Changbin let out a loud, broken cry, hips jerking desperately as he was denied again.

“Nooo— please… please, I’ve been so good… I need to cum so bad… it hurts…” he sobbed, looking at you with those big, watery puppy eyes.

You cooed at him softly, but your hand started moving again — faster this time, slick sounds filling the room as you jerked him hard and fast. His cock was impossibly harder, leaking so much it was dripping down your fingers.

“Look at you,” you murmured, voice sweet but cruel. “Such a big, strong man… trembling and crying just because I won’t let you cum yet.”

Changbin was shaking uncontrollably now. His thighs quivered violently, stomach muscles contracting, chest rising and falling rapidly. Tears slipped down the sides of his face as he kept begging.

“Please— please— I’m gonna explode— I can’t take it anymore— let me cum, baby, please let me cum— I’ll do anything—”

You leaned closer, biting his neck while your hand flew over his cock.

“Cum for me then, Binnie. Cum hard like a good boy.”

The moment you gave permission, Changbin broke.

With a loud, desperate moan that sounded almost like a sob, his entire body convulsed. Thick ropes of cum shot out of him, painting his abs and chest in messy streaks. You didn’t stop stroking him, milking him through his orgasm, drawing it out as long as possible.

Even after the first wave, you kept going

Changbin’s eyes widened in panic as overstimulation hit him full force

“W-wait— too much— it’s too much— ahh— fuck— please—!”

His body was shaking violently now, hips trying to escape your hand while his cock kept pulsing, releasing smaller spurts of cum. Tears were streaming down his face, but he didn’t tell you to stop. Instead, he kept whimpering:

“Don’t stop— please don’t stop— it hurts but feels so good— I love you— I love you so much—”

You finally slowed your hand, milking the last drops from his sensitive cock before letting go. Changbin collapsed completely, breathing heavily, body still twitching with aftershocks

You crawled up and pulled him into your arms, kissing his wet cheeks and sweaty forehead

“You did so well, baby,” you whispered, stroking his hair. “Such a perfect, obedient boy for me.”

Changbin nuzzled into your neck, still trembling, voice hoarse as he whispered back:

“Thank you… I love being yours…”

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[ciaoteamo]

Milk and Water (Pt. I)

pairings: doppelgänger!Milkman x fem!Reader

summary: One of the newest residents’ very first doppelgänger comes in, trying to sway you into to letting them in. Will you..?

pt.II

art credit (twt: loafuu_chii)

warning: 18+ content

“…what’s the story behind your um… ears(?)” You ask the doppelgänger before you. It was a clone of one of your favorite neighbors actually, her name was Maria.

A woman around your age that you became really close friends with over the few months of you working here.

“@&! !$?&” The doppelgänger let out a series of sounds.

“right, so give me one second” You press the bright red button next to the window and the steel blinds shut with a blaring alarm sound.

You call D.D.D. and they clean up their mess per usual. You once again, you were just thankful you didn’t have to work on that side of the glass.

You check your wrist watch, and happily sigh at the fact that you only had one more hour left to work.

“ mmm, someone’s eager to go home i see” A familiar voice speaks up.

“oh, Mr. Francis” You give the man a polite grin. He gave you a sly one in return. You knew it wasn’t him off the bat. Francis was usually shy towards you, making you want to tease him into blushing whenever you saw him.

Well, you suppose you could kill two birds with one stone. Flirt with the doppelgänger of your crush, and have some entertainment.

“how are you pretty girl” He asks, sliding an I.D. and sheet through the slot.

You examine the documents and identification and beam a smile up at him.

“the date on the I.D. is a little expired hun” You declare. He lets out a small chuckle and leans a little toward the glass.

“mmm, been busy with the milk business, love. must’ve slipped my mind to renew it” He replied. His eyes were low but he still held his sly grin. You leaned back in your chair, with a bored look on your face.

“you’re not like my Francis” You huff and tilt your head with a disappointed look.

His grin faltered and he stepped closer. His breathing had quickened a bit and he took off his hat. “who knows, i could be better” He suggests.

Now that his confidence had depleted a little, you were growing bored of him. You checked the time again and you had 45 minutes left.

“well i’ve gotta get you moving now. it was nice to see such a handsome face though, so thank you” You beam and reach for the button

“you don’t want to do this, trust me” He states with a warning tone. This wasn’t unusual, getting threats after realizing they’re doppelgängers, but being that this one was this aware… they must be evolving.

“and why would i trust you?” You ask out of curiosity.

“i mean look at me” He smirks, one arm leaned against the top of the window. His irises turned from their chocolate brown and into an empty pure white.

“hm” You nod and press the button.

“(Y/N)!” He roared with what you assume was his fist banging the glass.

You call D.D.D. and wait for them to clean their mess, again.

The steel blind begins to lift and you sit back in your seat, checking your watch again but noticed the new pink lighting that shone in.

You furrow your eyebrows and look up in horror as you see blood streaks on the window in thick, and dripping amounts. You jump out of your chair and put your back against the wall.

About 5 D.D.D. workers were piled up, bloody and battered in the corner of the room, and there the doppelgänger was.

Staring at you.

His eyes were low, his shirt was torn, revealing his pecs and the start of his abdomen. He was panting with his (surprisingly still) neat hair and an almost psychotic expression.

“oh no…” He starts with a laugh, still breathing heavily.

“what did you do..?” You cover your mouth with your hand.

“it’s what you did. you got me all riled up.”

He looks down for a brief moment and you swear you hear a zip. He holds his tie and the end of his tattered shirt in his mouth and looks up at you with knitted eyebrows.

His breath fogging up the window as he asks you. Looking like a poor starving puppy. “will you let me in now…? I need your help…” He slightly groaned.

“…what. the. fuck.”