Hi! I Dont Know If Your Requests Are Open Currently So You Can Ignore This, But I Was Wondering If You

Hi! I don’t know if your requests are open currently so you can ignore this, but I was wondering if you could write something involving Nikolai being a soft dom as he overstimulates the reader, whispering praises into her ear as he coax another orgasm out of her?? I totally think he’s great at aftercare too but that might just be me 🤭 (Also love love LOVE your writing, and this is def inspired by your Nikolai hc’s that I loved too!!) 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽‼️

「✰」 ━━ HONEY AND MOLASSES

RATING R - Restricted [ Content warnings : 18+ mdni, afab!reader, feminine pronouns used, soft-dom!Nikolai, sub!reader, overstimulation, cunnilingus, oral sex, vaginal fingering, praise, body worship, slight biting, vulgar language, aftercare ]

SYNOPSIS As seen in the request above. (I wrote this in an hour straight, not stopping once. I don't know what possessed me, and I don't even know if this is good, but I really hope you like it. Thank you for the kind words. 🫶) Translations provided at the bottom!

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“Come on, малышка, you can give me another, нет?”

He asks rhetorically, voice low yet so sickly sweet, dripping from his lips as if it were laced with honey and molasses, a sweetness starkly contrasting with the way his thumb circles your clit in slow, counterclockwise circles, the rough padding juxtaposing the softness of his touch, two of his thick fingers filling you to be so utterly full as he curls and stretches them inside of you.

It’s the sweetest feeling, yet the cruelest torture. He’s kept you like this for what feels like hours, drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you that you can’t even find the strength in your arms to push or kick him away, left only to whine and keen out in loud, breathy sounds that he listens to like a gospel, the slurred words that fall from your lips sounding like nothing less than a prayer.

A prayer to him - for him.

“Nnn…”

You try to start, the first letter of his name finding its way to the tip of your tongue, ready to fold out and flourish into something more - a plea for him to stop or keep going, you don’t know - before it dies off, crumbles, and shatters, replaced by another whine as he replaces his thumb with his tongue, his chest rumbling as he chuckles deeply with nothing short of amusement.

His fingers continue their ministrations, curling so deeply inside of you that you swear you can feel him in your stomach, arching your back up into his touch and trying to shy away from it at the same time. You’re so drunk on the pleasure he’s been providing to you non-stop that, at this point, you can’t tell if you love it or if you hate it.

“Taking my fingers so well, aren’t you?”

He coos out in a whisper, his nose pressing against your lower abdomen, barely taking his tongue away for a few seconds to speak before it returns, providing you with its undivided attention. His free hand keeps one of your legs pressed back, keeping you wide open for him as he squeezes softly onto the flesh of the underside of your thigh.

“Ты так хорошо принимаешь все, что я тебе даю. Это так прекрасно.”

Your body jerks and spasms as you get closer and closer to your release, borderline thrashing against the bed as you whine out as his tongue quickens in the way it teases and abuses your poor, swollen clit, all puffy from the attention he’s been giving it, his fingers pumping and curling and stretching out your cunt in a way that makes you twitch.

God, it’s so beautifully devastating.

“Can’t… t… too much.”

You complain out to him, voice hoarse and raw, a broken sob passing through your lips and settling into the air between you both, mixing and intertwining with the smell of sex, weaving into a blanket of pleasure. He chuckles, his eyes crinkling as he does so, before he takes your clit into his mouth and sucks hard onto it, making your breath stutter as it depletes from your lungs.

And then everything blurs.

Your orgasm hits you like a semi-truck, having you teeter over the edge of pleasure before pushing you in without warning, your eyes rolling back into your head as your back arches, your whole body tensing as you clench and gush around his fingers, completely soaking them with the warm slickness of your climax - though, granted, everything up to his knuckles has been soaked in nothing but your slick and cum for the past while, so there’s hardly any difference.

“There you go, beautiful girl. That’s it.”

He murmurs softly, his tongue gently flicking your clit in slow, unhurried movements, working to draw out your orgasm to the very last second before finally - finally pulling away, pressing one last kiss to it that makes you jolt as he slowly slides his fingers out of you, the makeshift plug that they had acted as being removed, a small amount of your own cum and slick trickling out of you.

It’s an intoxinactingly sinful sight, one that makes him groan deep as he licks off his fingers and knuckles, tongue tracing over every bump and dip of his hands as he cleans remnants of you from it, watching the haze that coats your eyes as your body twitches and shivers ever-so slightly, riding out the last of your high as your body slowly begins to melt into the plush fabric of the bed.

The sight makes him grin, the scruff of his beard scratching against your inner thigh as he leans back, pressing a gentle kiss to it, nibbling softly as he translates his pure adoration into the action, littering kisses and gentle bites all along the skin of your left thigh, before transitioning to the right one, mumbling soft praises against your skin as he does so.

“So perfect for me. Pretty sight, you are. You already know that though, да? Of course you do. Smart thing, too.”

He’s muttering softly to himself, lost in his own world as you lose yourself in yours, dumb from all of the pleasure he’s given to you, having drawn… four? Five orgasms out of you? You can’t even tell or remember at this point, having lost track when the sun first went down outside - it’s pitch black now, so it must have been a while ago.

He worships your body as if it were a work of art - a marble statue sculpted by the ancient Greeks, a work of art for only his eyes to see, to adore, to lust for, to praise, to grab, to touch, to hold, to kiss, to bite, to lick, to worship. Because you are everything to him. You’re the reason he gets up in the mornings and the reason he sleeps so peacefully at night.

A goddess amongst mankind, he muses.

His hands traverse the curves of your form, greedily grabbing and tugging at every inch of skin that he can find, pulling you closer and further into his own bare frame, pressing kisses against your skin, and licking hot, wet paths along your body, as if he were following a map to find a treasure he’s spent his whole life searching for, utterly obsessed with the journey he’s set out on.

Your thighs, your cunt, your tummy, your tits, your shoulders, your hands, your neck… refusing to stop until every inch of skin on your body has been touched by his lips and his words, mumbling out lowly, breathily against the underside of your chin as he continues to travel upwards, right until he finds himself hovering above you, his lips a hairsbreadth away from your own.

“My pretty girl.”

“Y…”

You try to start, wanting to affirm his words and say “yours”, but you’re too fucked out to even think about what letter comes next in that response, your mind too lost in the foggy daze it’s lost itself in, your eyes long having glazed over as you stare at him, blinking slowly with your lips parted, mouth open, having so many words to say but not nearly enough energy or focus to form them.

He silences your words with a kiss to your lips, and you can taste every part of yourself on his tongue as he tastes your lips, swallowing the word from your lungs and your mind until you forget it, only focused on him, fingers reaching upwards with strain towards his cheeks, trying to pull him in impossibly closer, to which he chuckles, the sound reverberating against your chest.

He tuts and clicks his tongue as he gently pats your outer thigh, pulling back by a few inches, his eyes lost in a haze of their own.

“Come on. Let me get you cleaned and fed. You’ve been so good for me. You deserve it.”

And how could you ever deny him?

малышка - baby, baby girl

нет - no

Ты так хорошо принимаешь все, что я тебе даю. Это так прекрасно. - You are so good at taking everything I give you. It's so beautiful.

да - yes

@ohworm-writes

@jgvfhl

I'm a very clumsy person and knock things over ALL the time and like - how would simon (or the other keepers) react if their kept pet was accidentially making messes or running into things? Cause I knocked over my coffee today and wanted to cry-

Ok this is pretty soft because I have a bit of a reaction to accidentally dropping or spilling things myself. I really don’t believe in punishing people for accidents like that and since it’s my au, I’ve decided none of the keepers do either.

Simon, of course, would worry and never get upset. He doesn’t like you around broken glass, though, higher chance of getting injured. So he takes steps to make it safer for Feral. He gets those plastic cups with lids to decrease glass and spills. Anything liquid, actually, gets a lid of some kind. There are no vases and the lamps are all metal with canvas shades. You already don’t do dishes, though, so at least he doesn’t have to worry about the plates and knives.

Johnny coos over his poor shy thing getting spooked and teary when she breaks stuff. It was an accident! She didn’t mean to! She’s sorry, she didn’t see it! He always soothes her with hugs and gentle kisses, promises that it’s no big deal, he breaks stuff all the time. On bad days when she shakes a lot, she gets plastic plates and bowls and cups - pretty, adult ones of course. Just safer and less nerve wracking. And he always picks stuff up for her when she drops it, every little thing.

Price is perfectly calm and understanding. Accidents happen, he’s not going to punish his good girl for silly mistakes. Throwing stuff would be one thing, but bumping a glass over or knocking something down isn’t anything to get upset over. He’ll carefully take her out of the room and double check that she’s not injured. If she is, he takes care of her first, then handles any broken glass or pieces. He accepts her apologies but reminds her that she didn’t do anything wrong. He keeps buying glassware though.,.. he likes taking care of her after all.

A/N: This is my first time posting so please be nice😭😭😭feedback is appreciated tho!

Warnings: Smut, Petplay, Soap refers to reader as bonnie/bunny, AFAB reader but can be read as gn!reader

Reader who really likes it when soap calls them bonnie/bunny and mean dom soap who tells her to earn her nickname since she likes it so much. You're confused cause how are you supposed to "earn" a nickname.

He's cooing and you and telling you how dumb you must be for him already if you really can't tell what he means.

He gets on the bed and lies on his back and waits for you to come over and unbutton his pants/take them off. What he wants is for you to ride him and bouce on his cock like a good little bunny would. And you do your best to do just that.

His cock is so thick that your thighs are shaking from the effort of taking him in this position. You're overstimulated from coming so much and so is Johnny but he'd never say it because he could stare at you in this position until he dies.

When you slow down to ease the overstimulation a little, he slaps your ass/gives you a rouch pat to the cheek to get you to hurry up and says "good bunnies don't pay attention to their pleasure and needs, only that of their master/owner" that spurs you on and you ride him until both of you are spend beyond the point of being able to cum anymore.

There's dried tear tracks on both of your faces, a ring of your cream around Soap's dick, and his cum spilling out of you and sticking to your thighs.

He praises you and tells you what a good bunny you were for him. You're his best bunny and he'll never want anyone else.

You're still so fucked out all you can do is nuzzle into his chest and you start falling asleep before he softly tuts at you and tells you that you need a bath before bed.

You whine and start fussing until he promises that he'll take the bath with you and you can have bubbles! You both get all nice and clean and change into some comfy jammies (or just stay naked) and lie down for bed.

Your head is still a little fuzzy coming down from being in that intense headspace for quite a while. Soap sees that and gently hold you and rocks you until you're asleep, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, and giving you the sweetest dreams you've ever had💕

i am shy so this is going on anon-

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but authority kink + boot worship kink w/ price would make me normal (ok it wouldn't but i can pretend- i keep thinking about it and i'm losing it)

you are so precious stop <3 i am literally not gonna do this justice but holy hell. i also feel embarrassed writing this but AH. AH!!

i feel like when price is home he definitely separates and detaches from 'captain price'; but, something made him twitch when you teasingly said it one time. it was in the morning before you had to get ready for work, price's hands grabbing at your waist while you pressed down against his crotch. your fingers tangled with the dog chain as one hand gently held his neck and your lips attaching to the other side.

"you gotta get ready for work," he mumbles, wanting you to stay there but he knows you'll be late if it goes any further. huffing in defeat, your body slides off his and makes its way off the bed, the t-shirt you are wearing falling down to cover your ass.

"understood, captain price." your hand waves him off jokingly as you slip into the bathroom, closing the door to get ready. the lump in his throat getting pushed down as he swallows, hand reaching for his cock over the blanket to adjust him self.

it was one thing to hear everyone else say it, but to hear you say it was completely different. the context was flirty, not stern or worrisome like he was going to have to deal with another problem arising.

so, when you got home later that day, slipping in through the front door as your keys clanked against the entryway table. "john?" you called out, body perking up when you heard his voice come from his office. knocking softly, you pushed open the door to see price sat at his desk; feet propped up on the edge with a file on his lap as he lazily shifted through the papers. his eyes glanced up at you as you stood in the doorway, a grin appearing on his face.

"wanna report how your day was?" and you couldn't help but smile, the word report making you chuckle softly.

"report? like i'm one of your soldiers?" you teased, but didn't know that was exactly what he meant.

"didn't stutter, did i?" the words causing your lips to part, stunned by the side you rarely saw of him.

"no-" before finishing your sentence, his voice cut you off.

"address me properly." there was no hesitation in the words, he didn't think twice about correcting you. three ticks of a clock hand later you nodded, your posture straightening.

"no, captain price." your words slightly louder than your normal sound level and clearer.

"c'mere," his hand tosses the file onto his desk, finger motioning you towards him as he swivels his chair to face to the side. per his command, your about to walk over when his voice stops you again. "crawl."

the word causes you to freeze again, but you don't protest or question him. slowly, your body lowers to the ground and palms press against the wood floor with your knees. out of embarrassment, you don't dare look at him as you make your way over. but, the feeling of his eyes burning into you is undeniable.

once in front of him, you kneel between his spread legs. his body leaning forward in the chair as his hand reaches for your chin, grabbing it between his thumb and index finger. "what a good girl," price murmurs, tilting your head upwards. "listening to my orders so well."

your eyes deflected from his view until he tilted your head, cheeks warming at his praise. he noticed as you shifted slightly on your knees, hips wriggling due to the heat building between your thighs. releasing your chin, he sat back in his chair as one foot pushed its way between your knees and forced them to spread your legs apart. the front of his boot pressing against your crotch as he dragged up slightly before pulling it back.

"clothes off, now." another order you quickly obliged with as you removed your clothes and once again kneeled before him; your body completely exposed to him. no facial muscles expressed his emotions as he stared blankly at you, the lack of it making you shy. but, the boot meeting your bare cunt again as you jolted upward from the contact of it against you.

"joh-" it was too late, the slip up noticed by him as he pulled the boot back again. a grin forming on his face once more as he leaned forward.

"what did i say?" he questioned, eyes burning directly into yours.

"to address you properly." you responded, hands eager to reach for your folds and to slip a finger past them to start fucking yourself with it.

"then why did you fuck up? hm?" his hands reached to grab under your armpits, guiding your body to rest you on his boot. his fingertips grazing down your arms as he made your wrap your arms around his leg. price leaned forward to be closer to your ear as his hot breath sent goosebumps across your skin, "aren't you a good girl?"

your chin rested on his knee as you looked up at him, giving him a small nod before you spoke, "always for you, captain." one of his hands grabbing at the back of your head to give your hair a gentle tug as a smile forms on his face.

"show me then, darling." the hand grasping your hair keeps its hold as he sits back in his chair, nodding his head as a signal for you. slowly, your hips pushed forward and back against his boot.

as you kept going, the burning sensation the laces built against your folds caused small winces to escape your lips; which led price to coo at you. fingers scratching the back of your head as he reminded you of what a good girl you were being and that you just needed to be reminded how to follow orders.

"i'm sorry, captain." the whine somewhat muffled as your forehead pressed against his knee, your body aching as the warmth between your thighs built and wetness pooled on his boot. hips rocking your body as you increased the pace, eager to get yourself off from the friction. your arms tightened around his leg as you pulled yourself closer.

"you look so pathetic," he murmured, watching you as your head lifted up with your lips parted as breathy moans would spill from them. "but such a good girl. keep fuckin' riding it." the overstimulation the laces caused pushing you to a squick release as you now sat in a pool of your juices that slid down the curves of the boot. pulling your body away, you sat on the floor and caught your breath.

"tsk, not done yet," his foot placing itself between your thighs as he gently pushed your body back further, allowing enough room in front of you to lean down to align your face with the boot. the rigid soles of the shoe causing you to let out a small whine as it came in contact with your sensitive cunt. "gotta clean it up for me, darlin'."

now knowing better than to go against him, you leaned down and got your face close to his boot; tongue gliding across the sides where your juices had dripped. dragging it to the flat surface at the top of the boot, you cleaned the mess you left behind as you consumed it into your mouth. the whimper that left your body unable to stop itself as the embarrassment took over again.

but, before you could finish cleaning the rest, price stood from the chair and bent down to pick you off the floor. your body submitting to him as you let him help you up; which then led to him picking you up as you clung around his body.

"did 's good, darlin." price murmurs as he takes the both of you out of his office and up to your bedroom.

i got lazy towards the end and rushed it</3 but shout out to @metalsprinkles - i will be kissing their brain for their comment about humping the boot and licking in clean that made this possible hehe

dreamy sighhhhh~ just thinkin’ about pleasuredom!simon and his sweet girl who gets easily overwhelmed and overstimulated cuz she’s not used to being on the receiving end from past partners☁️🌸

this is so cute

would be so confused when you started babbling and panting after only a few minutes—your orgasm washed over you just seconds ago; and you were already whining and sniffling!!

‘you alright, darlin?’

‘hhhmmhh…’

his hands moved to grope at your breasts, kissing your neck as his mouth halted—breathing onto your slick cunny!!

‘is it too much?’

‘m’just..not used to—it..’

you sheepishly whispered, hiding your face in the pillow; a soft chuckle leaving his chest!! tongue lapping at your clit—fingers separating your folds

‘never been fucked like this?’

‘nnngghh—! noo…’

he would be so competitive, listening your gargled cries and begs—hips trying to jolt away from his mouth, only to be pulled back down and made to ride his tongue until you squirted :((

best aftercare though!!