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[nilla-bear]

Yeah yeah you wanna fuck that old man, but are you prepared for him to send you memes you've already seen? What about dad jokes? You ready to give backrubs every night because his old man back is hurting after fucking you senseless?

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Jason and some basketball player 🤭💛

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“why’s he always covered in blood” he needs enrichment. What’s not clicking

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he looks so pretty 😭💙

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NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THEY CAN'T DO THIS! IT ISNT RIGHT

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10 or 11 little ducks have been spotted crossing the dash board

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do you think a 5'4 and 6'2 height difference is predatory?

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ain't no psalm where he need to be doing all that

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sub! riley? Sub! Riley? sub! Riley? Sub! riley? sub! riley? Idk, like, maybe, possibly, a sub! riley fic? ya know, please😭

idk is it just me or does it kinda seem like anon wants a sub riley fic? (no it's cool though cause i want it too lmao)

WARNINGS: smut (obviously??? 18+ only), d/s dynamics with femdom, bondage, impact play, ruined orgasm, overstimulation

Your brows furrowed a bit when you looked at him, tied to the bed by his wrists and ankles, and noticed the massive grin on his face. "Why are you smiling like that?"

"You look hot," he announced proudly, and you glanced down at your outfit-- a somewhat uncoordinated assortment of shiny pleather and fishnet-- before looking at him again.

"Of course I do-- you picked all this out," you reminded him.

"But you look even better than I imagined," he sighed. "I can't believe you thought you wouldn't be able to pull it off."

You frowned slightly, wishing he hadn't brought up your first reactions to this Idea: how were you supposed to act stern and dominant when he obviously remembered how shy and nervous you'd been the first time he suggested that you dominate him?

Clearing your throat and crossing your arms, you looked him up and down. He looked good, too-- you liked how vulnerable he was, the way he was visibly overwhelmed with anticipation-- but you decided not to tell him that. "So, um, w-what are you gonna do to me?" he asked.

"That's for me to know and for you to find out, dear," you replied sharply, picking up the riding crop as his eyes sparkled. You decided then that he was having a little too much fun, taking this all not quite seriously enough (because of course he wasn't, it's Riley, when had he ever taken anything seriously?). You decided you needed to get some control back.

You tried not to let your hand shake as you brushed the end of the crop over him, dragging it down his torso, as his eyes quickly darted back and forth from you to the crop. As per usual, he became impatient quickly, and as you teased him with the end of it, he blurted out: "You know you're supposed to--"

You snapped him with it quickly, not too hard, on his stomach; he hissed and jumped slightly. "Of course I know what it's for, dumbass," you frowned, "you think I'm that stupid?"

"N-no, ma'am-- I'm sorry," he sighed.

"Sorry, huh? Then why's your cock so hard?"

"Um, well... can't you be sorry and horny at the same time?"

You laughed a little, but you could tell he knew it wasn't a fun laugh-- it was condescending, meant to make him a little concerned about what you were going to do to him next. "You're gonna find out how sorry you can really be, sweetie," you promised.

The expression on his face after that was just perfect: obviously concerned, yet undeniably desperate. You would've probably agreed to this sooner if you'd known how cute he would look all flustered like that.

You delicately drew the end of the crop up his thigh, noticing the way he tensed up more and more as it moved higher. You brushed the end over his balls, smirking when he bit his lip. "You're... not really gonna hit me there, right?"

You just shrugged, watching him squirm a bit as you moved the crop to ghost over his cock. You pulled it back suddenly, making him wince, but never brought it down; he eventually noticed that you hadn't hit him, and he opened one eye hesitantly to look at you before letting out a sigh.

"You scared me for a second," he mumbled, laughing slightly.

"I think you like being scared," you noticed, dragging the crop through the small puddle of precum he'd made-- then bringing the end up to his face. "Lick that up."

He had to stick his neck out a bit, unintentionally tugging on the restraints around his wrist, but he captured the crop in his lips and carefully licked off the slick fluid.

"You're pretty obedient," you observed as you pulled it away. "You're my good boy, hm?"

"Y-yes," he answered quickly; those puppy-dog eyes of his really sold his answer.

You set the crop down and got onto the bed with him, making him shift slightly as he tried to move closer to you before you'd even settled in your place: that is, between his legs, which wriggled a bit beside you. "Do you think good boys deserve a treat?"

He blinked quickly-- finally, he seemed a bit flustered, and you felt properly in control for once. Then again, it's hard not to feel in control when you've got someone's cock in your hand.

You spit on it first, before wrapping your fingers around his length and-- gently at first-- stroking it from the base to the tip and back. You knew starting slow was the secret to driving him crazy by the end of this... but even you were surprised by how quickly he started to fall apart.

Whenever he seemed to get more desperate, whenever he begged for you or bit his lip subconsciously, you slowed down again-- each time building up speed a bit faster until your hand was a blur... right before starting all over. It was probably only a few minutes of that treatment before he was visibly teetering over the edge.

His moans were different than usual: higher-pitched and needier, it seemed, and he never stopped blushing. And the more you touched him-- especially when you focused on swirling your hand around his tip or gave him some condescending praise like good boy-- the more he squirmed under you, panting and whimpering and tugging on the ropes around his wrists.

"Struggle all you want, baby, you're not going anywhere," you reminded him proudly.

"Can I come?" he asked suddenly.

"Oh, you're so sweet asking for permission," you praised. "Pathetic, but sweet."

He choked a little, shutting his eyes tighter as you kept stroking.

"You're close, huh?" you noticed, making him nod quickly, and you felt his cock flex in your hand-- so you started moving even faster. "You wanna come?"

"Please-- please," he hissed, hips starting to buck into your grasp, and you smiled. As much as you wanted to see him come, you wanted to watch him beg even more.

"Okay," you decided, "then come. Come for me."

Of course, it wasn't so simple. You immediately let go of his cock, watching as he helplessly rocked under you, whining for you to touch him again. "N-no, please," he began to beg, but it was too late: he was already coming anyway, his cock flexing as he shot ropes up over his chest. He wasn't actually crying, but his heartbroken moans almost made it seem like it. "Fuck," he panted in frustration as the high passed-- quickly, of course, with no other stimulation to keep him going.

"Isn't that what you wanted?" you teased with a grin. "I thought you wanted to come."

"I-I wanted you to touch me," he whimpered.

"Oh-- like this?" you offered, grabbing his swollen, leaking cock and beginning to stroke it again-- making his eyes shoot wide open and his body jerk under you.

"N-no, please, fuck, I just--" he gasped, but he cut himself off with a whine through his teeth as you went back to your pace from just a few moments before. "Fuck!"

"Are you too sensitive now?" you cooed sarcastically, squeezing him even tighter in your hand for a moment. He couldn't even answer, he was too busy tugging harder than ever on his restraints-- and you knew he couldn't get away with just ignoring your question like that.

You quickly bent your head down and captured his tip in your mouth, making him moan in a way you'd never quite heard before, equal parts pain and pleasure. "Oh, oh god," he choked out. "P-please, I--"

You suctioned your lips harder until he stopped talking, still stroking his length but letting your tongue swirl and tease his slit. A few more drops of come leaked into your mouth, and you hummed at the taste.

"Please, it's-- it's too much," he begged, but you kept going for another few moments before pulling away with a grin.

Your gaze met his; he was basically red all over now, his fists clenched tight, his lips open and panting, his eyes wet and glassy and desperate-- and a little terrified. Not to mention he was covered in come and helplessly tied to the bed. "Oh, baby," you cooed encouragingly, "you've got a long night ahead of you. But you want more, don't you?"

He swallowed thickly, but nodded: "Yes, ma'am."

[nilla-bear]

It WILL COME BACK IS BACK! And its still absolutely feral.

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my bed is my cloud and i’m the little angel that sleeps on it

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my bed is my cloud and i’m the little angel that sleeps on it

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im laughing so hard because no matter what song you listen to 

spiderman dances to the beat

no matter what song ive been testing it and lauing my ass off for an hour

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huge fan of disgusting. massive supporter of gross and nasty

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I love it when he gets all smug like omg

He is like 😏