(Tears of Themis) Luke Pearce x gn!Reader . Smut . Sub Luke/Dom Reader, Bottom Luke/Top Reader, Pet Play, Pet Names, Praise Kink, Bondage, Collar and Leash, Tail Buttplug, Anal Fingering, Lube, Oral Sex, Face-Fucking, Leg Humping, Declarations of Love, Aftercare Alluded to
Luke Gets Called: 'Good boy', 'Boy', 'Puppy', and 'Pup'
" Luke's always locked his desires away, thinking it's better for your sake. You get him to be a good puppy and tell you what he wants. You reward him for being a good boy, of course. "
Ao3 Mirror . 1,549 Words
Kinktober Day 1: Pet Play
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Luke kneels on the floor. On his hands and knees right in front of where you're seated on the bed. Donning those cute little dog ears that match the color of his brunette locks so perfectly.
You know your intentions with him. You know how he is. Putting everyone he cares about before him, you always being first priority. It'd be so sweet if it didn't manifest in such a sickening self-destructive way.
You intend to break through some of that tonight.
"Tell me what you want." You order. Keeping a hint of affection in your tone. But also trying to make it clear what you're looking to hear.
There's a pause in the air. Pupils dilated and a bob in his throat. He's hesitating.
"Whatever you want." What a futile attempt to sound convincing. That smile he forces on his face. Normally cute, but right now you're fed up with it. You throw your leg up, digging the heel into his shoulder. There's a slight flinch. The contact unexpected. But no signs of unwanted discomfort. You continue.
"Wrong answer. Try again. Tell me what you want." Firmer this time. Yet again there's silence in response. Conflict takes root in those coral eyes. A need to appease, a need to not be too much. He wants to be as much as he thinks you need, as much as he thinks you can take. But also...
You grasp his chin, tilting his head to better meet your gaze. "You want to be a good boy for me, don't you?" He nods in an instant. Desperate. You drop your voice to a tantalizing whisper, "Then I need to know what you would like me to do to you."
One more beat of uncertainty. Though he cracks, you can see it in his expression. Avoiding your gaze, forcing the words through, "I want..."
"You want.. what?"
"I want you... to tie me up. Put a collar on me and..." His eyes snap back. A resolve he's fighting to not let go out in them, "Use me. However you want. You can deny me over and over, as long as you're satisfied." Holding eye contact the entire time he speaks. Until the very end, where he mumbles, "If that's okay."
You withdraw your limbs, moving to touch him with little kisses scattered around his forehead instead. "Of course that's okay. Good boy." You can hear his breath hitch in the close proximity. How endearing.
You stand to grab some things. Ones needed to fulfill his special desires. Something to bind his arms alongside a collar with a leash. Patiently he waits while you fit the items onto him. They look so good on him. You can't help but take a moment to admire. Oh, but something seems to be missing' isn't it?
"Hmm... Dogs have tails, don't they?" He perks up at your question. A rhetorical one, you both know what's being referred to. He nods. Seems you'll be putting that additional purchase to use.
A tail buttplug. Just like the ears the fur color matches his hair. At your instructions he leans his body forward until his head rests on the floor. Similarly you level yourself with him, lube in hand and plug settled on your lap. He'll need to be stretched out a bit.
Popping the cap you pour some onto the pads of your fingers, placing the bottle down next to you once you're done. Next comes gently circling around his rim. He stiffens at the contact, a little gasp slipping out. Though he soon exhales and reminds his body to relax. You take that as incentive to continue.
He's warm, unsurprisingly. Inside, and increasingly on the outside. Face flushed beautifully. Putting focus into even breathing. Trying to hold back on those noises that spark your excitement He'll lose the composure to care about such restraint in time, you're sure of it.
You prod at him with precise motions. Slightly stretching your digits apart every few seconds. The amount of prep he needs isn't a lot, especially compared to what it would be with other insertions. But it's fun to draw out things just a bit. Watch him resist the urge to fuck himself on your fingers.
Again, he'll forget about such things soon.
That should be enough, you think to yourself. Pulling away to pick up and push in the buttplug. Ridginess overtakes his muscles once more. The metal contrasts so much with the feel of your skin. Same with the size.
"You're doing so well puppy. Just a little more." The petname shoots straight to his dick. With his still head pressed into the floor he nods. Working to remain as lax as he possibly can. You manage the rest all the way in. Giving the tail a small tug for good measure. The action earns you a strangled moan.
As good as he looks from this angle you ultimately return to your spot on the mattress. Maybe at a later date you'll play with him in that position. Face down, ass up. But you have different plans in mind for today.
"Give me a shake, boy."
His faces flushes further than it already was. Not expecting to be told to do such a thing. But he abides, your wiggling his lower half. Honestly it's a somewhat silly sight, though the fact he's so willing just for you is surely doing something to your excitement. The faux tails sways with his movements. So too does his dick, in its stiffened position.
"Good boy." Leaning over you take hold of his leash, giving light tugs to beckon him closer. He relishes in both the pats to his head you give as a reward and the control you have over him. Then, leaning back you expose yourself with spread legs.
"You know what to do." And he does. He doesn't need any explanation. Diving right in to lick a long stripe along your crotch, then focusing on giving every part the drives you wild as much attention as he can. You allow your hips to buck into his face now and then. He can take it. And something tells you he likes the little surpise.
Absent-mindedly Luke tugs at his restraints. Wishing to rest his hands on your thighs while he pleasures you. However he's the one who asked for this, so he'll endure like a good dog. Hoping that you'll at least touch his cock once he's done servicing you.
He's always done a wonderful job at that. You find yourself gripping onto his locks to maintain some sanity. He's really learned how to put his mouth to good use. Once again, just for you. The thought has you practically facefucking him as you spill out praises.
"Just like that. Good boy." He keens right into you once the words register in his brain. The sensation only drives you wilder. It'd be cruel to have all of this while leaving him hanging with his poor, neglected cock. So through the haze of your mind you manage to maneuver a leg to press directly against him.
Immediately he starts humping. As if he were in heat. Taking whatever you'll give him in frenzied fashion. More sounds reverberate around your core. And you figure that wet feeling getting smeared on your skin is pre. So eager from just the slightest bit of contact.
Everything about him in this state brings you closer to the edge. Just a bit more. The softness of his hair you hold onto like your life depends on it, the way he's so ready to do whatever it takes to make you feel good, how enthusiastically he fucks himself on you, how you got him to open up about the fantasies that were swirling around in his head.
You cum without a warning. Head tossed back, tugging his face closer. It catches him off guard, but he happily takes everything your orgasm gives him. Lapping it all up as you writhe, eventually bordering on overstimulation and having to push him away.
Out of breath you pant out, "Good boy. Come on, cum on my leg like a good dog." You watch as Luke shuts his eyes in concentration. His moans are much more clearer now that they're not muffled by your body. You continue to encourage him on until he's shuddering when his release hits him. Spurting all over your leg.
The two of you take some time to bask in the afterglow. Putting effort into catching your breaths. You pat the space next you, one last command. On wobbly legs he manages onto the mattress. Letting you tenderly remove the objects used for the scene from him. Ears, collar and leash, plug.
Worn out he slumps against you. Happily receiving your hands soothing down his back and head. You murmur praises. He deserves it, after all. Your good boy. And you'll say it as many times as you see fit. Especially to see that dopey grin he gives in response.
Luke nuzzles your shoulder, "I love you." His eyes brim with emotions, threatening to spill over. "I love you so much." And those emotions bring his voice to crack. Euphoric. But still in need of good aftercare.
prompt: person a and person b are playing a video game, but person a is taking it more seriously than person b...
content: you and luke are trying to play a video game together but instead of taking it seriously, you decide to play a game with him instead
characters: luke x reader
‘No, no!’ Luke cries as the screen fades to black and the ominous words Game Over scroll across. You growl in frustration as well, throwing your controller down onto the couch.
It’s a lazy Sunday morning, and you’re both barely out of your pyjamas. Luke is not wearing a shirt, just a pair of sweatpants that you can see the outline of his dick through, and you’re wearing his missing shirt, with just underwear and nothing else underneath. You both are so close to finishing this boss fight, but somehow you can’t sync up, and more than once you’ve been clobbered on the head by the boss, mostly relying on Luke carrying you through the whole game. Now it seems like you can’t just coast along anymore.
‘Maybe we should take a break,’ you suggest. ‘We’ve been playing for nearly two hours.’
‘But we’re so close!’ Luke pleads with you. You can’t resist his puppy dog eyes, so you sigh and pick up your controller, only to be met by defeat yet again, even faster than before.
You decide to take a break, but Luke goes on, his tongue sticking out of the side of his mouth as he tries to manage two controllers. You have to admit, he’s doing an admirably better job than you have been this entire time.
You watch him play, but slowly get bored.
‘Luke…’ You say. ‘I’m bored.’
‘Mhmm.’ He’s too focused to really pay attention to what you’re saying.
‘Luke!’
‘Yes babe?’ He says, eyes still glued to the screen. The boss has only half a bar of health left. An idea flashes through your head as you crawl towards him on the sofa.
‘I’m almost done — wait, wait wait. What are you doing?’ Luke says, pausing the game and looking down at you with wide eyes.
You’re in-between his legs, and have already swiftly undone the knot on his sweatpants.
‘You’re playing a game, and I wanted to play my own game,’ you smile innocently at him.
‘Babe, if you wanted to play that kind of game, you only had to say…’ He’s about to put down his controller and swoop you up, but you stop him.
‘Nope. I want you to keep playing,’ you tell him. ‘If you win, you’ll get to claim your prize.’
Luke’s pupils have dilated and his mouth has dropped open, face going completely red. He’s about to stammer something, but you pull his trousers down to his ankles quickly to expose his cock.
‘Well?’ You ask. ‘Keep playing.’
He gulps and frantically presses play.
You can hear the battle resume behind you as you take Luke’s cock into your hands and give it a long, slow lick, feeling him harden almost instantly under your touch. Above you, Luke gives a small whimper and you stifle a giggle. You pay extra attention to the underside of his cock, his scent thick in your nostrils, and Luke shifts, trying to concentrate.
When you engulf his cock in your mouth at last, he shudders and lets out a satisfied groan. He fails to dodge, and you can hear the sound of the boss swatting at your characters. You swirl your tongue over the tip of his cock, doing your best to distract him even further, moving your lips up and down his hard length. You are enjoying coaxing all these noises from him, eyes flicked upwards to watch his face twisted in desire, even while he valiantly tries to manage two controllers at once. You speed up your actions, head bobbing up and down in serious concentration, all while Luke groans and writhes, his hips canting gently upwards, hands itching to twine in your hair.
You can tell that the boss fight is coming to a head now, the boss evolved into its final form. Luke’s fingers fly faster, pressing furiously as you try to make him come undone with your mouth. It’s a short-lived battle as Luke tries to keep himself under control.
Then a triumphant noise, as Luke throws down the controllers. You reluctantly slide your mouth off with a loud pop, but when you turn back to see the victory screen, Luke has already pounced on you, hands eagerly moving up towards your chest, mouth hungrily kissing yours despite where it’s just been, cock thrusting urgently against your inner thigh. When his fingers trace your entrance you are already wet, and they slide in easily, curling upwards to find that perfect spot.
‘Time for me to claim my prize?’ He asks hopefully, and you can almost imagine a tail wagging behind him. You nod, and he takes his fingers out of you, putting them into his own mouth to taste your sweet scent. You guide his hips towards yours.
‘Please?’ You ask, core throbbing with the aching need to be filled. Luke slips just the tip of his cock in, hips bobbing shallowly as he hovers over you, watching your expression, grinning at the way you’ve turned into a mewling, whimpering mess, his shirt hiked up over your chest and legs spread wide open for him.
‘You’re so beautiful, babe,’ he whispers, head dipping to give you a kiss, just as he slides his cock all the way inside, and you cry out in pleasure. The carpet is rough against your back when Luke starts to rock his hips in earnest, and his lips suck on your neck as he plunges into you again and again, drawing out moans from you with every thrust.
You sigh into his ear. ’Oh Luke.’
‘I love it when you moan for me, baby. I want to hear you say my name when you come,’ Luke’s cock is pressing up against all the right angles, and you can feel yourself slowly tipping over the edge, tight heat pooling in you.
‘Harder, Luke,’ you beg, and he complies, grunting as he focuses on delivering you as much pleasure as possible.
‘Baby, I’m so close,’ Luke’s voice is a desperate keen as his hips stutter against yours. You can feel his cock throb inside you, close to release. The thought of Luke spilling into you is the image that pushes you over the edge, and you arch your back when you come, and Luke fucks you roughly through your orgasm, thrusting deeply into you one final time as his hot cum floods into you, both of you trembling and riding out your respective waves of satisfaction.
Luke collapses beside you on the carpet, gathering you into his arms and pressing soft kisses into your hair.
‘That was… wow.’
You can hear the blush in his face just from his voice alone. You playfully poke him in the chest. ‘Seems like you don’t need me to finish the rest of the game, hmm?’
‘No!’ Luke protests. ‘I don’t mind carrying you through it.’
‘What can I say? I’m good at providing incentives.’
He begins to tickle you, and you have to fend him off as you try to rush to the bathroom to clean up before the cum leaking out of you destroys the carpet.
