#NEED HIM NAKED IN MY BED TIED UP AND BEGGING FOR HIS LIFE

[niilue]

teasing sebastian just enough to make him slip, like one firm order and he actually hesitates, eyes low, voice softer than usual when he says “yes, my lord/lady” 👀 i need him obedient for once pls 😭

"yes, my lady"

cw: sub sebastian · fem!dom reader · obedience · bondage (wrists) · orgasm denial teasing · edging · praise & degradation · humiliation

a/n: ughh yes i need a sebastian in my life just so i can do whatever i want with him… thank you for this idea, anon <33

sebastian's room was a temple of order and shadows. dark wood, immaculate sheets, the scent of incense and something else… something more human. and there he was: standing by the bed, face seemingly expressionless. but you noticed the little things. how his hands were clasped a bit too tightly behind his back. how his breathing was just a little deeper every time you took a step closer.

—close it.

your voice didn’t need to be loud. just the tone. he moved instantly, shutting the door behind you. his steps were silent, feline, like everything he did. but tonight… he wasn’t the one in control.

you sat at the edge of his bed, crossing your legs slowly. you looked up at him, scanning him from head to toe like you were deciding whether he was even worth your time. he noticed. and his jaw tensed.

perfect.

—undress. in front of me.

not a shouted command. a velvet trap. and he… fell for it.

slowly, methodically, he began removing each piece of clothing. the coat, the vest, the perfectly starched shirt. his gloves, his pants, all placed down in silence. when he was completely naked, his hands returned to their place behind his back, as if it gave him some illusion of control.

you stood. walked toward him. your fingers drew a slow line down his chest, lower, barely brushing.

—look at you. the perfect butler. and your cock’s already hard just from me looking at you. how pathetic.

his breath shook, just slightly. but enough.

—are you going to say something?

—no, my lady.

—good. learn to speak only when i let you.

you moved behind him, pulled a black tie from your pocket, and bound his wrists tightly. his arms now tense behind him. helpless. perfect.

—on the bed. on your knees. hands tied behind you.

he hesitated for a split second. glorious.

when he obeyed, you sat at the edge of the bed, your legs parted, his face between them. but you didn’t let him touch. you just watched him, playing with his hair, gently at first.

—you’re going to obey everything i say tonight. no complaining. no begging. no cumming.

he looked up.

—not even if you command it?

a laugh escaped you—low, cutting.

—how cute. you think you deserve that.

you grabbed his face and pressed it softly against your clothed center. he inhaled your scent. closed his eyes.

—i wonder, sebastian… how many times have you touched yourself thinking about this? kneeling, bound, face so close to my body you don’t know if it’s desire or punishment?

his cheek tensed against your thigh.

—never without your permission…

—oh, you adorable liar.

you yanked his hair hard enough to make him gasp against you.

—you’re going to prove your obedience now.

you pushed him onto the bed, on his back. arms still bound beneath him. his cock, hard, flushed, vulnerable.

you knelt beside his thigh and touched him. slow. soft. so soft it made him tremble.

and you stopped.

—want me to keep going?

—yes, my lady.

your tongue traced his abdomen. slow circles. you breathed against the base of his cock, without touching.

—beg better. like what you are. a desperate pet.

—please, my lady… i need your mouth. i don’t deserve anything, but… please…

a sharp slap on his thigh.

—that’s better. but you still haven’t said what you are.

—i’m yours. i’m your toy. your servant. whatever you want. only yours.

you took his cock in your hand, slowly stroking him. up and down. the exact rhythm to make his breath catch. as his body tensed, you let go.

and looked him dead in the eye.

—no.

—please…

another slap. harder.

—don’t tell me what to do.

you repeated the game. touching. teasing. licking the tip. pulling back. his muscles tensed. his breath broke. again. again. soft moans. bitten-back gasps.

and nothing.

—tell me, sebastian. how long can you take this? will you cum just from my words if i keep going?

—no… not without your permission…

—then listen closely: you’re not going to cum tonight. not a single drop. not even if you cry. not even if you kneel and beg with a broken voice. understand?

his body shook.

—yes… my lady.

—say thank you.

—thank you… for not letting me cum.

—that’s obedience.

you climbed over him without letting him inside. grinding against him, wet through your clothes, tormenting him. his hips lifted into you. desperate.

and still… you didn’t give it to him.

not tonight.

when you left him there, hard, trembling, panting without release, you kissed his cheek.

—tomorrow, if you behave, i’ll let you lick me. if you do well… maybe i’ll let you cum next week.

he closed his eyes.

wrecked.

obedient.

yours.

[vpyre-hornyposting]

I’m bricked tf up rn

[thirteenheavens]

mean dom! mingyu who is rough?

(thank you for feeding us w/your fics!)

I made this a bit longer let me know if you guys want me to make my fics longer :D

You were tied to the bed, your wrists bound above your head with silk restraints.

Mingyu was standing at the foot of the bed, his eyes raking over your body with a mixture of desire and dominance.

He was fully clothed, while you were completely naked and exposed to him.

He slowly circled the bed, his gaze never leaving your body as he approached you.

"You look so helpless like this," he said, his voice low and rough. "Bound and completely at my mercy."

He ran a hand down your thigh, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

Mingyu continued to tease you, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin as he watched you squirm beneath his touch.

"Do you like being tied up like this?" he asked, his hand moving higher up your thigh. "Do you like feeling completely under my control?"

You whimpered, nodding your head frantically as you struggled against the restraints.

Mingyu chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement.

"I thought so," he said, his hand finally reaching your core.

He ran a finger along your folds, feeling how wet you were for him.

"You're already so wet for me," he murmured, his finger slowly circling your clit. "You're so desperate for my touch, aren't you?"

You moaned in response, arching your hips up to try and get more friction.

Mingyu smirked, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on you.

He continued to tease you, his finger just barely grazing your clit as he watched you writhe and beg for more.

"Please, Mingyu," you whimpered, your voice hoarse with need. "Please touch me properly."

Mingyu chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure.

"But I'm having so much fun teasing you," he said, his finger moving away from your clit entirely. "I want to see how desperate you can get before I give you what you want."

You let out a frustrated groan, pulling against the restraints as you tried to chase his touch.

Mingyu watched you with a satisfied smirk, enjoying the way you were struggling against your bonds.

"Patience, love," he said, his voice dripping with mocking sweetness. "You'll get what you want eventually. But first, I want to play with you a little more."

Mingyu walked over to the bedside table and opened the drawer, pulling out a small vibrator.

He held it up for you to see, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

"I think this will help you learn some patience," he said, turning it on and letting it buzz to life.

Mingyu climbed onto the bed, settling himself between your legs.

He slowly ran the vibrator up and down your inner thighs, the sensation sending shivers through your body.

You whimpered and squirmed, desperately trying to get the vibrator to touch your aching core.

Mingyu chuckled at your attempts to move, holding the vibrator just out of reach.

"Ah ah, no moving," he scolded, his free hand pinning your hip down to the bed. "You have to stay still if you want this."

He continued to tease you with the vibrator, letting it brush against your inner thighs but never touching where you wanted it most.

You were trembling with need, your body aching for the release that only Mingyu could give you.

"Please, Mingyu, please," you begged, tears of frustration welling up in your eyes. "I need it. I need you."

Mingyu looked down at you, his expression a mix of cruelty and desire.

"Beg me more," he commanded, his voice low and demanding. "I want to hear how desperate you are for my touch."

You obeyed, the words spilling from your lips in a desperate plea.

"Please, please, I need you so badly," you cried, your voice hoarse from moaning. "I'll do anything, just please touch me. Please make me cum."

Mingyu watched you with a dark satisfaction, his eyes gleaming with dominance.

"Good girl," he said, finally moving the vibrator to your clit.

You let out a loud moan as the vibrator finally touched your sensitive bud, your hips bucking up involuntarily.

Mingyu pressed the vibrator against you firmly, his other hand still pinning you down to the bed.

"Is this what you wanted, love?" he asked, his voice low and seductive. "You wanted me to touch you here?"

You nodded frantically, your body arching off the bed as you chased the pleasure.

Mingyu increased the speed of the vibrator, watching intently as you fell apart beneath him.

"You're so beautiful when you're desperate," he murmured, his eyes raking over your body. "I could watch you like this all day."

You were a writhing, panting mess, completely lost in the sensations that Mingyu was giving you.

He knew your body so well, knew exactly how to push your buttons and drive you wild.

He moved the vibrator in slow circles around your clit, occasionally dipping it down to tease your entrance before returning to your sensitive bundle of nerves.

You could feel your orgasm building, the heat coiling tighter and tighter in your belly.

Mingyu could sense it too, and he smirked down at you.

"Are you going to cum for me, love?" he asked, his voice rough with desire. "Are you going to cum all over my hand like a good girl?"

You nodded desperately, your breath coming in short gasps as you neared your peak.

"Please, please let me cum," you begged, your eyes locking onto his. "I'm so close, I need it, I need to cum so bad..."

Mingyu's eyes darkened with lust as he watched you plead for release.

"Then cum for me," he commanded, his voice firm and authoritative. "Cum for me right now."

He increased the pressure of the vibrator, focusing all his attention on your clit as he pushed you over the edge.

You cried out as the orgasm hit you, your body convulsing with pleasure.

Mingyu held the vibrator steady against your clit, prolonging your orgasm as much as possible.

He watched with satisfaction as you writhed and moaned beneath him, completely at his mercy.

As your orgasm finally subsided, you lay there panting and spent, your body trembling with the aftershocks.

Mingyu turned off the vibrator and set it aside, looking down at you with a smug expression.

"Good girl," he said again, running his hand over your sweat-slicked skin. "You did so well for me."

He leaned down and kissed you softly, his lips gentle against yours.

"You look so beautiful when you cum," he murmured, his hand moving up to cup your cheek. "I love seeing you like this, all spent and vulnerable."

Mingyu continued to stroke your cheek, his touch gentle and soothing.

"But I'm not done with you yet," he said, a hint of possessiveness in his voice. "I'm going to make you cum again and again until you can't even remember your own name."

He trailed his hand down your body, his fingers tracing a path along your sensitive skin.

"I'm going to take you apart piece by piece," he whispered, his voice sending shivers down your spine. "I'm going to make you mine in every way possible."

He leaned down and began to kiss and nibble at your neck, his teeth scraping against your sensitive skin.

"I'm going to mark you," he growled, his hand wrapping possessively around your hip. "I want everyone to know that you're mine, that you belong to me."

He sucked a mark into your skin, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of your neck.

You moaned softly, your body arching up against him in response.

Mingyu pulled back to admire his work, a satisfied smirk on his face as he saw the red mark on your neck.

[soullessdianthus]

have you written anything for a perv!gromsko? he is my favorite and i would love to see you write for him!

A/N: I decided to write him in the most stereotypical way which is misogynistic (men in Poland are like this fr *COUGHS*). Just because I gave myself a pass to do that bc I'm Polish, okay? *Muah* to this anon for Polish reference! (づ￣ ³￣)づ

Warnings: misogyny, sabotage in workplace, nsfw (overstimulation, darcyphilia, cockwarming, throat training, dumbification maybe?)

✧°. Gromsko is a misogynistic kind of pervert. Born and raised in a traditional Polish family he grew unaware of his deepest, darkest desires. Until.

✧°. When you enrolled into the SpecGru forces, he couldn’t believe something as delicate as a girl found herself here, within the private military company. Of course Sobiesław knew women were stronger than it seemed, but not in a fucking battlefield. In his opinion they should worry about hearth and home not a bloodshed. 

✧°. Obviously he had been working with some scary women before, but never with someone like you – still young, perhaps naive even. Your pretty body untouched with little to no scars. You were definitely a description of a delicate flower in his eyes.

✧°. His mother and grandmother raised him well – he would never risk the life of a devoted woman in a place like this. So since the first day Kościuszko saw you enter the gym hall, he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

✧°. Perv!Gromsko would stare from his spot, surrounded by his friends, yet it was you who got his full attention. How your body flexes and muscles stretch while working out or how your breasts bounce as you run on the treadmill. Dear God, don’t give him ideas.

✧°. He was already dreaming of you riding his cock into oblivion, naked while he was in full uniform. Sobiesław’s coarse hands pressing down onto your hips, making you sink further against him and his girl mewling from pleasure.

✧°. Sneaking behind everyone’s back Perv!Gromsko would do everything to be assigned with you while on a mission. Sobiesław very carefully sabotaged your work just for the superiors to punish you. 

✧°. Why? Because he would defend you in front of them, telling them you need another chance, that he would guide you. And since he was an honored soldier within the company, they made him your temporary superior as he had a higher rank than you. From now on, he was responsible for you and your doings. 

✧°. Gromsko had you where he wanted to since the very beginning – vulnerable and dependent. 

✧°. Perv!Sobiesław believed it was meant that way, because women should listen to their husbands, right? First thing he wanted to change in your training routine was cardio. 

✧°. Your comrade told you to show up at his dorm’s door in the evening. Without much thinking of it, you came straight to him, thinking he would take you to gym – how foolish.

✧°. A loud gasp escaped your mouth, when the man that was supposed to help you with your training session was pressing your face into the bedroom’s wall as his huge hands were groping your breasts! Perv!Gromsko would correct your stamina by relentlessly thrusting into your tight cunt, causing you to beg for a break with tears streaming down your eyes. 

✧°. Evening sessions with Sobiesław became an almost daily occurrence. The man would bend you in different positions on his bed, thrusting deep into your pretty pussy until you couldn’t cum anymore. Perv!Gromsko would mock your lack of stamina and threaten he would not allow you to go on a mission if you hadn’t tried harder.

✧°. So he began training your throat breath by telling you to keep his cock in your wet mouth for a good while, sucking gently from time to time. Of course your tears and sobs were causing him to feel pity for you, but Sobiesław was doing this to help you become better! :( 

✧°. He was reading a book, the one from his grandma, while you were laying between his toned legs, keeping his throbbing member warm. You would whine from time to time from the lack of enough oxygen. But then Gromsko would simply caress your pretty, silly head and tell you how good job you’re doing. <3

✧°. “Such a good girl f’me.”

✧°. “No dalej, dasz radę, Mała [pol.: Come on, you can do this, little one].”

[crowsofdarkness]

Pairings: Dark!Winter Soldier x Female!Reader

You seemed to forget the deal you made with Soldat so he reminds you by branding you.

18+ CWs below the cut: branding with a knife, use of anal plug, spanking, mentions of stalking. everything in this is consensual. i understand dark content isn't for everyone so if this is not your cup of tea, please do not read what's below the cut.

I yanked on my binds when the leather gloves smacked my already red ass for yet another time; my screams muffled by the silk tie in my mouth. My eyes were trained hard on the objects that lay next to my face on the bed, specifically one of them. 

A bright shiny black diamond on one end while the other end was bulbous. 

There was absolutely no way that would fit in my ass, right?

The sheets beneath my naked body were sticking to me because of how much I'd been sweating from my writhing on the bed. Soldat laid another swift smack on my ass, my cries once again muffled. 

"Oh, what's the matter solnyshka? Does that hurt?" His distorted voice teased against the shell of my ear as he leaned over my back. "You said you wanted to be punished. You're not backing out now, are you?" 

I did, in fact, say I wanted to be punished. Moments before he tied me to the bed, he asked twice if I wanted to say our safe word, and both times, I declined. I needed to be punished for what I did. Soldat didn’t like it when I forgot who I belonged to. 

I was to only be for The Winter Soldier. For months he’d been stalking me, visiting me in my bedroom. I was supposed to be a mission of his. He planned to kill me that first night but I begged him, offered him my life to let me live. And he did on one condition. 

Sex. Anytime he showed up. I never minded it, honestly. The sex was always a high and for my life, I would gladly do it whenever he wanted. Which wasn’t often, only when he was out on a mission and could come visit. 

I let out a sigh of relief when the spanking seized so he could drag a finger up and down my slick folds, gathering my wetness on his glove. My ass was still perched up in the air while my upper half was forced down on the bed with his other hand.

"All this talk about me stalking you made you so wet, solnyshka," he let out a dark laugh that sounded sinister due his mask and it made my skin crawl with excitement. 

My moan was swallowed by the silk tie when Soldat slipped two fingers inside of me, pumping in and out of me with such force, I cried out. 

"I'm going to ruin this pussy, Y/N. Your cunt belongs to me," he claimed me by sinking his teeth in the side of my neck. 

I wrenched my neck away from him, finally being able to spit out the tie from my mouth just enough to say two words. 

“Fuck you!” 

Soldat tsked loudly in my ear, grabbing the knife from his pants pocket. “Wrong answer, solnyshka.”

Now I lay on my back, shoulders screaming in pain from being yanked in all different directions. Soldat had shed off his jacket, still leaving him covered from head to toe, as he flipped the knife between his gloved fingers. 

“It seems like I need to not only remind you who you belong to but make sure the next time you show these off to anyone but me,” he palmed my breasts in his free hand. “They know who you belong to.” 

I may have been caught earlier with another man but it’s not like I was cheating on him. We weren’t exclusive. It was only sex between us. 

My cries echoed off of the room, nearly an hour into my punishment. The state of this room paled in comparison to the state my body was currently in. I yanked at the bindings on my wrist, trying to break free, but the silk tie was bound too tight. The anal plug in my ass almost felt foreign now since it had been inserted for quite some time, my tight hole clenching around it every time I moved. 

"Stop moving," the distorted voice demanded while now sitting directly on my hips, forcing me against the bed. 

The tip of the knife tried to pierce my skin again causing me to buck up my hips towards him, doing whatever I could to overpower him. His dark eyes drank in the sight of me naked underneath him, blood slowly dripping down from the gash underneath my left breast. 

"You're beginning to irritate me," Soldat growled, pressing the knife deeper into my sensitive skin. 

"Fuck you!" I spat up at him. "I agreed to sex not to be carved like a fucking pumpkin!" 

He tsked, the mask covering all of his facial features besides those eyes and ignored my curses, simply kept digging the knife into the skin underneath my breast. 

“You need a reminder of who you belong to, solnyshka," his voice was laced with lust and I knew from how hard his dick was pressing against my inner thigh that he was getting off on branding me. 

From the angle of my head, I was able to look down and see the mark he was carving.  A simple star.

"You're a psychopath!" I cried out a choked sob. 

Soldat clicked his tongue while cocking his head down at me. "I prefer creative.”

[stuckyslut8]

tastes like strawberries 2

Part 1

Pairing : mob steve rogers x chubby baker Bucky x mob reader

Warning : smut. Dom steve . Sub bucky. Poly fic. Throat fucking. Anal. 18+ Minors DNI. Sunny chubby bucky.

Bucky was currently tied up in Steve's bed , again. He only came to Steve's place to tell.him they can end things, "we can't do this steve, I'm loyal to y/n, she's all I need" but you sweet steve was already in a bad mood that day. Some of his minions fucked up his new deal , costing him a lot of money. He was quite happy to see Bucky come to his place , thinking he could fuck his frustrations out , use the bakers puckered little hole all night.

But the minute those words came out of his mouth steve lost control, "you're saying you don't want this anymore, youu don't want my cock? You ungrateful brat " steve has Bucky pressed against the wall , Bucky was a goner at the moment, he loved being dominated by steve and being told what to do, his resolve was breaking. "It's not that I'm not grateful sir, i just-, i worry about y/n, I know you do too" steve smashed his lips into Bucky's , shutting him up, the kiss was angry, possesive, steve wasnt about to let go the one person that brought light to his life currently.

"get naked and get on the bed brat." Steve said, it was more of an order , and Bucky knew it.

"yes sir." He did as steve said, and steve wasted to time I'm tying him up.

"what do I do with you ..huh?"

"Oh fuck fuck steve, i can't, I'm gonna cum. " bucky whined as he gripped on to the sides of the bed, panting as steve was giving him the blowjob of his life .

"Oh fuck ." Bucky cursed as he came in the blonde's throat. He still can't believe how all of it led to this. Steve visiting his bakery once again in the late hours, once turned into twice a week , for the past three months. Bucky became Steve's little bitch, doing whatever he asked him to. 'A picture of bucky in the pair of red thongs he bought?' he sent it right away, 'a video of bucky jerking off?' He didn't have to ask twice. And in return bucky got the best dick of his life, that always left him begging for more. He loved the way steve would grip onto his belly as he fucked him doggysttyle, and how he took time to lotion all of him after they were done.

Heck he'd make bucky do the most degrading thing sometimes, like making him get off on humping his leg, making him drink his cum after he jerked off in a cup. But all of this only made bucky want him more.

He was moslty a dominant guy when he was with you, there were moments when you'd take charge completely but all bucky wanted to do on some days was to let go of his control and be Steve's good boy.

and it became his routine, he'd play your sweet caring boyfriend on most days and then turn into Steve's little toy whenever he needed it. But he couldn't do it anymore, which is why he came to Steve's office today, to tell him everything was over, he was only gonna focus on you from now on .

But he had no i dea how he ended up taking Steve's cock ,with his face pushes onto the pillow , "harder daddy..." He begged shamelessly.

"yeahh harder baby boy l give to to ya....but don't you ever come in here again and say you wanna leave me okay?"

"yes yes daddy, don't wanna leave you ah ever, please please cum in me" he begged.

"yeshh you want daddy to cum in your pretty hole ?" Steve said slapping his ass.

"yes please." And steve came at his words.

A while later steve cleaned him up there were both laying in bed inches apart, facing each other.

"i ..I just don't wanna do this to y/n steve.." he tried to start the conversation not knowing how to make steve understand,he needed then both.

"you're not doing anything sweetheart,if i know y/n right and i damn well know her from all the nights I spent in her bed, she would love this arrangement and if she knew it was me you were seeing she'd be more than happy, she wouldn't show it of course, because I'm her enemy and all that but she secretly loves it." Stev said tucking a strand of hair behind Bucky's head.

"really? "

"yes sweetheart." Steve wrapped his arm around Bucky's waist pulling him closer. "You don't have to worry about that, for now all you have to worry about is bringing my favorite cookies tommorow, you gonna do that? "

"yes yes daddy, I'll make you your favourite cookies and being them to you" Bucky nuzzled his face in the crook of Steve's neck, placing his leg over the blonde's torso, getting comfortable and ready for his dreams filled with you and steve .

At the port.

You enter the place you were supposed to "share" with steve mafia, it was a mess really considering . But you showed up regardless, you wanted to deal with it sooner than later.

" there you are y/n " He had a lot of nerve that motherfucking blonde Greek god.

"Rogers ."

"here to check your shipments? Don't worry I've got it doll " he said with that smirk you knew was meant to rile you up.

"I'm only here cuz I don't trust you bring here" you said looking at the shipments.

"right ...how about we discuss this inside, lots of turbulence here." You follow him to one of the warehouses nearby, with your right hand natasha not far behind.

"you know this isn't about the shipments." Steve said as a matter of fact.

"oh then want is it about smartass"

"you want to take control, prove everyone you're better than your father, prove you're father you're better than everyone." He said with a mocking smile.

"oh so it's me and my daddy issues against the world? "

Steve chuckled. "Not exactly sweetheart but I see what you're doing, I used to be like that , but all that went away after my father died, i realised I didn't have to live by his rules anymore."

"didn't come here for therapy."

"not saying that but trust me alright, that's the whole point of the deal, I'd never let you down."

"is that what you say to all your girls befor you disappoint them or do you just pay them."

"i never play for sluts, they just can't seem to leave me, always coming back for more."

"not what I asked-" the blonde stepped closer placing a finger on your lips.

"no but you need to know that, once you get involved with me you can't leave unless I say so" he pressed you against the table firmly, before his hands wandered to your sides , "and i never said you could leave me, so technically you're still mine ." He whispered in your ear.

"stop -" he shut you up with his lips , hands exploring every curve, you reciprocated his actions soon.

"good girl that's what I'm talking about." He said , turning you over and bending you over the table, "such a good little slut, just like your boyfriend."

[mermaidgirl30]

✨Crimson Ties✨

Vampire! Joel Miller x fem! reader

Masterlist Part 2

A/N: I was listening to “I’m Not A Vampire (Revamped)” by Falling In Reverse, and this angsty one shot just slipped inside the keyboard. I love love love writing in Joel’s POV, especially when it is filled with angst 🩵

Summary: Joel was a creature of the night, a monster who begged to be released from his curse. He wasn’t a good man, didn’t think he deserved anything that shined light on his dark soul. But there was you, the girl he so desperately wanted to stick around, if only for one more night.

“And whiskey seems to be my holy water. And mothers better lock your doors, and hide your daughters. ‘Cause I'm insane, I can feel it in my bones.Coursing through my veins. When did I become so cold? For goodness sakes, where is my self control?If home is where my heart is then my heart has lost all hope.”

-“I’m Not a Vampire” by Falling In Reverse

Word Count: 3.6k

Rating: Explicit (18+ only MDNI)

Tags: Angst, fic in Joel’s POV, mentions of blood, mentions of murder, feelings, pining, smut, oral receiving (female), unprotected p in v, creampie, vampire! Joel, outbreak AU

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

  Another night of lying on the cold floor, another full bottle of amber whiskey chugged and thrown to the ground, glass littering the dirt covered wood, blood staining the blue flannel that’s wrapped around his tired body. He’s worn out, exhausted from the endless feedings, the mind numbing displeasure of having to drink the blood of the living again and again and again. 

   Wild animals could only tie him over for so long, humans were the only things that remotely silenced his cravings. But you. Well, you’d be the only thing that kept the unrelenting hunger from ever dissolving from his dead body. 

   You. The woman he could never truly have. You were a fragile particle of sunlight in his midnight clouded black nights. You were… exquisite, something he never should’ve lured into his lonely, monstrous life. 

   How many times has he had you? Over a dozen, each time risking your life with how dangerously delicious your blood smelled to him when you writhed beneath his naked body, the silhouette of your sensuous curves and delicate skin glowing under the moonlit skies. 

   He always came so close to nipping at your neck, biting into your sweet flesh each time his fingers were curled up into the soft walls of your dripping core, your melodic moans filling the room with every stroke of his thick cock inside you, each quake you gave from him running the blood soaked lips down your soft skin, begging to be let in, to taste the perfect rush of blood that coursed through your supple breasts. 

   It’d take just one bite and he’d be gone, not able to detach himself from your glistening skin, getting blood drunk off your crimson red life beneath your muscles. He can see it now, ripping the flesh from your perfect neck, nails digging into the meat of your skin, so fucking gone that he’d turn into the blood thirsty monster that he was, that he is. 

   Maybe he should end it, drive a wooden stake through his own non-beating heart, stop the endless cycle of whatever the two of you keep doing with each other. 

   He wants to end it, needs to keep you away, but he can’t. He has no strength, no ounce of restraint from you. So he lures you back into his king sized bed that’s donned in crimson red velvet sheets, the one where he fucks you relentlessly until you have nothing left to give but your own shaking breath that blows down the dip of his neck night after night. 

   He holds you tight in his arms, watching you slip from his grasp while you fall asleep on his broad chest, soft breaths breathing in and out after he takes control of your whole body against the damp sheets that are filled with the smell of you. 

   He almost can’t stand it. The smell of your rose scented hair, the feel of your buttery soft skin against his jagged nails, the taste of your sweet, drenched pussy as his tongue parts your folds and laps up the sticky slick that he gets so drunk off. The taste burns against his tongue, even hours after he’s finished, making his cravings deepen with every flick and taste of you on his lips. 

   He fights the monster that begs to be released when he’s clawing at your back, his sharp fangs hidden from view when his lips glide down your neck, sucking the taste of your syrupy skin, drowning in the smell of your rosemary perfume, fighting himself to not sink his sharp incisors deep into your jugular veins. 

   He distracts himself when he’s slotting his tongue into your mouth, swallowing your pretty little moans that slip out of you each time he thrusts his cock deeper and deeper into your core, eliciting the most insatiable moans that he will never tire of hearing. He feeds into your desires, caging you against his broad chest, flexed arms hugging your body, making you cum time and time again until he’s right on the edge himself, throwing back his tousled curled head, extracting his fangs as the blood rushes through his cock, threading his eyebrows together in a tight line until he’s calling your name and spilling warm ropes of cum deep inside you, claiming you as his own.

   He always feels the guilt after watching you sleep in his arms night after bloody night, his eyes never leaving your pretty face, his hand stroking light circles into your delicate skin. He hates it, hates having to leave you before the sun rises. All so he can go hide in the dark shadows where the blazing sun won’t burn him alive.

   He fights himself day after day, tormenting his mind from holding back what he really wants to say to you. He wants to tell you. God, he wants to. The way he never stops thinking about you, the way your hand fits perfectly into his calloused palm, the way he can’t ever shake the way you feel beneath his skin, the way he loves the way your eyes sparkle in the moonlight as the white curtains blow against your flawless face. The way he…. loves you, even though he shouldn’t because he’s a monster. A fucking blood sucking demon that should be dragged to hell where he belongs. At least there you wouldn’t be able to reach him, even though it kills him to think about losing you.

   He sits in a heap on the cold floor, clawing at the fraying wallpaper, tears staining his eyes as the crimson blood soaks through his blue flannel. He couldn’t hold it any longer, his thirst for blood. He had to feed. Another deer wouldn’t do. He smelled the stench of fresh blood and pulsing veins in the forest, attacked with his sharp fangs before they even knew what hit them. He didn’t stop. Not when they screamed, not when they fought with white knuckles and strained cries that were silenced by the weight of his fangs that were sunk deep in the unknown stranger in the middle of the night. 

   He sucked them dry, hollowing out their bleeding body while he bathed in the delectable crimson that stained his clothes dark red. He didn’t care at the moment, was too drunk on the blood to even realize what he did, until it was too late. 

   When he was finished feasting he stumbled back, wiping his bloody mouth on the back of his hand, dark eyes growing wide with every step taken after breaking the spell of the hunger that drove him to this. He gasped at the sight, violent red staining the dirt crimson, mind twisting into sheer horror from what he did. This wasn’t the first time, wasn’t even the second time, but it never got easier to realize just how monstrous he had become over the years. 

   He ran all the way back to his empty home, tears spilling down his dark eyes, muffled cries for help fleeting from his lips, but who exactly was listening? He was alone, forgotten, a broken monster that sunk his sharp incisors into the world, spilling bloodshed all around whatever he touched. That’s why he was so afraid for you, his perfect girl, the one he could never truly make his. He was afraid, so scared of hurting you one of these nights. He couldn’t, he wouldn’t, but that didn’t mean accidents couldn’t happen. He’d surely kill himself before he killed you, though. Not his precious rose, your soft petals cushioning the blow of his fucked up life. You were never supposed to enter into his life, but you did. And god, he loved you so fucking much that it hurt. 

   The smell of fresh blood is everywhere, covering his flannel, his hands, his chin, even the tips of his grey threaded dark locks. His body shakes beneath him, anger and turmoil crashing over his system until he buries his face into the corner of the wall and hides his hideous face from the world. He’s a monster, nothing more and nothing less, only a mere speck of dust in the corner of the room that begs to be taken away from the darkness that encapsulates him.

   His blood stained lips quiver, thinking that could’ve been you in the forest. He could’ve fucking ripped your throat apart until you were nothing but a ghost left in the dirt, fangs tearing you apart until your gorgeous eyes shined no more.

   He claws at the wall, warm tears pricking the backs of his eyes as he bares his teeth, body clinging against the wall until he feels like he could split it in two. His body is so cold, lifeless, haunted by the cries of fallen victims and innocent bloodshed spilled. He should get up, run far away, somewhere you’ll never find him again. But that might kill him more than anything, leaving you without one last goodbye. 

   He clenches his jaw and lets a fresh tear slide against the side of his dark beard, body barely holding on to life while he clings to the memory of your sunlit face, your pure essence, your soft, lilty voice that haunts his sleepless nights. He’s so in love with you that it physically hurts, but he could never tell you. Never bear to burden you with those words, those goddamned three words that haunt him day after day. 

   He’s just a worthless, blood shedding monster, but you’re the only one that knows how to tame the fangs. The only one that can remotely cure him of the sickness that invades his eternal body. You were pure sunlight, and he couldn’t even begin to describe how much you meant to him. His sunflower in the bed of nightshade that made up his body. You were eternal sunlight, so how could he turn away from that?

   He gets lost in his thoughts, doesn’t even notice the creaking footsteps against the hardwood floor until he hears the whisper of your shaking breath. 

   “Joel?” you call, voice quaking against the sight of the blood doused flannel. 

   He freezes, not daring to turn around when he’s a mess on the floor, eyes averted from your wandering gaze. “Go away,” he shivers, his voice rugged and broken, just like his tired body is from the loss of the life he stole.

   “Joel,” you try again, taking one timid step in his direction.

   He clenches his jaw, his fingers digging into the crimson stains in his dark jeans as he fights another sharp response. “I said go away.”

   He smells the fear on you when you see the dark red stains that coat the front of his flannel, cringes at the repulsing feelings that must be flying through your head right now. You’ve never seen him like this, right after a fresh attack, the blood clinging to every fiber of his clothes. It kills him, it fucking kills him. 

   “No,” you whisper, taking another slow step in his direction, your breath faltering with every motion you take.

   He cringes with every step you take, having you so close in such a vulnerable state. He can’t fucking take it.

   He shouldn’t have ever pulled you into the reins of his hands, should never have lured you into his bed chambers. You’re too good, too delicate, too soft. One taste, that’s all it took to keep you coming back for more. It was almost resentful how he was so selfish to keep you, even though he never intended to. You were too special, a rare rose in a sea of thorns that made up his life, but you stayed. You stayed. And he’ll never understand why a rare flower like you would stay for him. A monster that only shreds and devours pretty flowers. 

   “Why won’t you ever fuckin’ listen? Jus’… go.” His voice is defeated, gravelly tone breaking on the last syllable as he hangs his head low, across the stained shirt that reminds him of what he did. 

   “Because. I… I don’t want to leave,” you mutter, your voice catching on your shuttering lips. “You need me. You need…”

   He growls in your direction, turning his body so you can see just what kind of monster he really is, scowling your way as his eyes darken to black pits. “This is what you need?! A killer of the night? Look at me, I’m a goddamned monster! I KILLED someone tonight, I MURDERED ‘em in cold blood because I couldn’t control myself!” 

   You look taken aback, eyes wide and teary as he snarls up at you, demanding with his big teeth that you turn and leave, run away so you won’t have to look at the blood that covers him and marks him a murderer.

   You just stand there unmoving, waiting for god knows what. And that makes him angry, so fucking angry that you won’t listen to a goddamn thing he says. “Well! What’re you standin’ there for? I said LEAVE!” His words come out pained, tears licking the corners of his saddened eyes while you just stand there speechless staring at the man that could never keep you safe, not really. 

   “Joel,” you whisper, words failing you as a tear streaks down your crimson cheeks. It makes him cover his head, hide his face from the girl he can’t stand to show himself to at this moment in time. He’s broken, so fucking broken, and not even you could take away every sliver of pain he’s felt in all his worthless years. He regrets ever bringing you here, drawing you in till you didn’t want to leave. 

   “Jus’… stop. I’m not good for you, I never was. I’m jus’ a monster. A goddamned bloodsucking vampire. Now jus’ go. Please…” he begs, hiding his face in the shadows while you stand there in a puddle of sorrow. 

   You inch closer, tip-toeing the floorboards until you’re crouched down beside him, pulling on his blood stained flannel, begging him to just look at you. “Joel, please. Look at me.”

   He shakes his messy mane, trying to pull himself away, but you thread your fingers through his greying scruff and turn his head towards you. He fights your touch, finally giving up when your soft fingers dig into his soiled shirt, one hand delicately skimming the side of his jaw, your thumb rubbing off the blood that stains along his tainted lips. 

   He watches you quietly brush away a teardrop that escapes his watery eyes, mesmerized by how soft you are with him, even in the rough shape he is, after he just murdered someone in cold blood. 

   He can’t take it, the guilt that eats him alive. So he breaks, shedding another tear while you so gracefully wipe it away with the flick of your finger. “I killed someone tonight, I did that. I…”

   You silence him, quietly shushing him while he bites back another whimper. “It was an accident, only an accident,” you reply softly, no taste of bitterness or fear in your voice, only something that’s so you. Soft, you’re so soft, so lovely, something that he never deserved. Not after all he’s done, after all he’s killed.

   He tries to pull away, tries anything to get you to pry your fingers from his button-up, but you don’t. You just stay right there, coiled around him while you smooth a tousled lock of hair back in place, eyes never leaving his.

   “I’m a monster. I watched them die, I didn’t stop, I didn’t have the will to. I jus’ drained them. And that could’ve been you. I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself if…”

   “Shhh,” you say soothingly, fingers dancing down his greying scruff, glistening eyes reflecting that he’s okay. He’s home, safe in the shadows, safe with you. “It wasn’t me, Joel. It was just an accident. You didn’t mean it. It’s alright now. I’m here.”

   Something in your soft words soothes him like a distant lullaby, calming his fears, but eliciting more tears from his wide eyes, staring at the girl that started a fire in his dead heart long ago, revealing a way to get his heart pumping just by looking at your beautiful smile, your kind soul, your very essence.

   Something breaks in him when you flick your eyes over his bloody clothes and don’t even cringe, only giving him those soft puppy eyes that he can never say no to. He crumbles into your arms, pulling you flush against his chest as he cries into the crook of your neck. He feels your fingers comb through his hair, the other clinging to your back as it draws lazy circles up and down his spine. 

   He can’t hold it in any longer. It slips from his tongue, an elation of words that he never thought he’d ever say again. “I love you…”

   You sigh into his broad chest, lips brushing against the fading material as you muster up the words you too had been holding back. “I love you too, Joel Miller. I have for quite some time…”

   He brings his head up and cups the sides of your face, his dark eyes brightening by the swell of your teary eyes, your sweet smile curling up towards him, pure love screaming from the pits of your beautiful irises. He wastes no time and crashes his lips down on yours, fusing his lips to yours like a sworn oath. You melt into his chest, circling your arms around his neck while you slot your lips and allow him to enter. He licks slowly into your mouth, tongue finding yours while they dance together in unison, bodies entwining until you're pressed beneath him on the sheets, completely naked while you toss and turn in the massive bed. 

   He marks his way down your body, caressing your supple breasts, splaying your legs open for him to lick and suck you dry, tongue pressing meticulous circles over your aching clit until he gets you right where he needs you to be. You spill, covering his tongue in your sticky slick while he laps you up and drinks you down feverishly. He drowns in your sweet taste, swears nothing has ever tasted better than being between your legs. He could make you cum all night long, hearing your pretty moans fill his ears while he takes it all from you, leaving you with pure ecstasy running through your sweet veins. 

   When he’s finished tasting you he takes you slow, sliding his cock between your slick folds while he gently bottoms out inside of you. He takes his time and rocks back and forth, swallowing your moans as he kisses you deeply, sensually. He doesn’t stop either, not even when you’re right at your next release.

   “Joel,” you moan, body writhing beneath him while your walls squeeze his thick length, causing him to groan over you.

   “Attagirl. That’s it, my love. Takin’ me so fuckin’ good,” he praises while he ruts deeper inside you, chasing his own release which doesn’t take him long. He throws his head back, knits his eyebrows together and calls your name, spilling his hot cum inside you just how you like it.

   He slips out of you, crashing down on the opposite side of the bed while he pulls you into his chest, kissing the top of your head softly while his fingers trace circles over the back of your shoulder soothingly.

   He’s quiet for a minute, reminiscing on everything that happened tonight. The way you chose to stay. For him, you did it all for him. 

   He whispers, a ghost of a breath lingering over the shell of your ear. “You stayed… you weren’t afraid?” he asks nervously, biting his bottom lip while he waits for you to answer. 

   You nuzzle deeper into the side of his neck and murmur sweet words against his jawline. “No, Joel. I was only afraid of losing you. I was never afraid of you. Not even when you showed me your fangs. I guess I just saw past all that. I saw a man that was dying to be seen, to be heard, to be known. You were so… lonely. And I just couldn’t bear to leave you alone. You’re not a monster to me, Joel. You’re the man I fell in love with. You’re mine. Just as I am yours,” you whisper, settling closer into the side of his chest.

   “Mine…” he repeats breathlessly, eyes locked on the beauty that never ran away. You’re his. His.

   “Mhm. Yours…”

    A few seconds later you’re out cold, face nuzzled into the scruff of his beard, one arm slung around his broad chest. He lies there staring at you, running his calloused fingers up and down your back, gently carding them through your beautiful locks. He stares wide-eyed, a tear falling from the side of his eye as he looks at the beauty that saved him from slipping away into the shadows forever.

   He’s got you, forever, as long as you’ll stay with him. He hopes it’ll be for eternity.

   All he’s ever wanted was someone to stay by choice, all these years waiting for nothing to happen. But then there was you. You who chose to stay. You stayed, and that’s all he ever wanted. 

   You. The love of his life that chose him when no one else would’ve. Love. He’s so in love. Maybe he’s not all teeth and darkness anymore, maybe he’s more. You made him more. The moonlight that lights the way out of the darkness forever. His guiding light home.

Tagging some mutuals 🩵 @msjarvis @alltheirdamn @mountainsandmayhem @sawymredfox @littlevenicebitch69

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@survivingandenduring

[dreamland03]

WARNING: 18+, Smut, mention of sex, dirty talk, sex toy, explicit language, squirting

(If I left out any warnings please let me know and I will add it)

Thinking about.....

Shoto using a vibrator on you.

 You’re laid out on the bed naked with hands and legs tied to the bed frame. He loved the site of you. You were all his and he could do anything he wanted to you. He had brought this idea up to you earlier and the moment you agreed with it he couldn’t wait to see you in this moment. It was perfect for you too. After a long day of work, you wanted to not think. You wanted Shoto to just take control. 

He turned on the vibrator on the lowest setting and started at your ankles. He traveled up your leg. The closer he got to your pussy, the higher the setting got. Once he got to your inner thigh you started to squirm and whine. Shoto can see how bad you needed this. but he wanted you to wait a little longer. He takes the vibrator away from you inner thigh and goes up to you neck. You whine in distress but shut up once Shoto lips are on yours. With the heavy makeout and the vibrator going towards your breast, your brain feels fuzzy. but what made your brain melt was shoto bringing the vibrator over your nipples and sucking on your tongue at the same time. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, hips coming off the mattress, your pussy in need of friction. 

With the way your moaning, shoto thinks he’s falling love with you all over again. He loves the way you arms are struggling to break free from the rope and how whiny you’ve become. How desperate you’ve become. Shoto pulls back from the kiss and whispers right in your face.

“Does your pretty pussy need my attention?” you nod your head so hard you might get whiplash. 

Shoto brings the vibrator to the center of you stomach and goes down slowly. Your pussy aches from how slow he’s going. He torturing you ,but you love that shit. 

“Please. Please. Please.” 

He giving you a devilish smile seeing the way you beg for him. How much you need him. 

Finally the vibrator is on you clit on the highest setting and you’re seeing stars. Shoto lays next to you, whispering ungodly things in your ear. With the mix of the dirty talk and the vibrator abusing your clit, your about to cum. 

“Sho Im gonna fucking cum, oh my fuck” your stomach seconds away from snapping.

“Go on, be a good slut and cum” 

Your vision goes white and you’re on cloud 9. Little did you know, you squirted all over the bed. Shoto watches you with a smile and whispers in your ear ”good girl.” 

Once you come down from one of the most destroying orgasms of your life. Shoto takes off the ropes, massages your wrists, and kisses you softly. Telling you how good you did for him. This night was needed. :)

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Again not the best, but yeah. :) I wrote this in like 10 minutes. I needed to get this out of my brain. Like always, any warning or tags I need to add please let me know, thank youuu. 🫧💤💗

[first-time-fanfic-writer]

König and bondage

Warnings: bondage (könig is tied up), female reader, riding, p in v, pain during sex

A/n: if in real life a guy doesn't slow down or be gentle when you ask, DUMP HIM

König can't bring himself to not rail you during sex, once he is inside you he can't hold himself back. He fucks your pussy raw until you are sore for days. It feels good for both of you, but not so much the next day. So one day you both decide to tie his hands to a headboard so you can go slower but things don't quite go according to plan.

With könig restricted to the headboard with fluffy pink handcuffs, you begin stripping at the foot of the bed while könig watches.

"fuck baby, stop teasing me" he growls out as you strip to slowly for his liking when you are fully naked, you make your way to his naked, exposed form. Usually könig would have you pinned and stretched around his cock by now, it's nice to have control and go slower. You jack him off while sucking on his tip gently, enjoying giving him pleasure without hurting your throat.

"take- take it deeper. Now" könig growls and thrusts up into your throat, getting antsy when he can't fuck your throat.

"patience baby" you hum, pulling your mouth away and climbing up higher. To be entirely honest, the power feels nice, being able to control a giant military man is good for the ego. You rub your heat against his throbbing cock, not putting him inside yet. Just when he goes to complain, you begin pressing hit tip into your cunt, groaning softly when it pops into you.

"just, fuck schatzchen you feel good, take it deeper, take it all the way. now" he growls out, partially using his military voice to command you on his cock. The handcuffs scrape against your headboard as he pulls on his restraints. This is more agonizing than any form of torture he's experienced in his many years in the military. He wants, he needs to rail you into the mattress and he can't.

At this moment you realize just how big his dick is as you struggle to impale yourself on him. The sting isn't as pleasurable as usual and your thighs shake and cramp at the strain of hovering over his length.

"kö I can't, fuck" soft whimpers leave your mouth as you try and fail to sink down on his length. You find yourself begging him to take you, despite knowing he can't grab you. He tries to fuck into you, but can't find the leverage to sink into you as deep as he needs.

"princess, need you to sink deeper. Drop onto me girl, I know you can" he finds himself growing impatient as his cock is uncomfortably cold, your slick dripping down his exposed dick. The sound of wood scraping and creaking fills the room. In your desperate haze you can't quite place what's happening until a loud snap resonates through the air.

"there we go princess, can finally fuck you how you deserve." His chained hands grip your waist and slam you down on his length. He plants his feet on the mattress and fucks up into you as you moan and keen in pleasure.

Sweat lays hair down on königs forehead from excursion as he fucks you from underneath you. His hands squeeze your waist as he slams you down on him, your ass meeting his thighs with each thrust. He feels you so deep his pubic bone grinds against your clit. One of his hands travels down your body to circle your clit and bring you closer to your release.

"cum on my dick schatz, be a good girl and cum for me." He circles your clit faster as his hips begins stuttering their thrusts as he gets closer. After some more rough fucking, you cum on his dick. As your pussy spasms around him, he is pushed over the edge and cums inside of you.

"that's it princess, yeah cum on my cock" he fucks you both through your high. After you both come down from your intense orgasm, he cradles you against his chest to hold you close. As you both pant with him slowly softening inside of you, the realization that your bedframe is broken causes you to sigh.

"and now I need a new bedframe." However you can't bring yourself to be upset after that good fucking. You cuddle into his chest, deciding to deal with the bedframe issue another day.

[moodymelanist]

Get freaky, you say? Well in that case... (Clears throat) Nesta topping mouthy bottom Cassian

happy kinktober freaks besties. sorry I’ve been a bit mia, I moved last week and signed a new job offer so I’ve just been trying to get my life together!!! hope you enjoy this hehe my inbox will be open all month long 😏😏

Cassian had only been tied up for a few minutes and he was already losing his mind.

“Nesta, come on,” he whined, already pulling a little bit at Nesta’s very expertly tied restraints. There was just enough give that his circulation wasn’t cut off, and he couldn’t help . “I said I was sor— oh, fuck.”

Most of the time Cassian could get away with a lot of shit — sue him, he was a brat through and through — but sometimes, he’d manage to push Nesta’s buttons just enough to make her follow through on her threat of the day.

Despite all the complaining he was doing right now, those were Cassian’s favorite times. Today’s threat had been that if he wouldn’t keep his hands to himself, Nesta would tie him to the headboard and wring him dry, and holy shit was he glad she took that kind of thing seriously. He just hadn’t been able to stop touching her today, and as much as she enjoyed it, he knew she enjoyed turning him into a begging mess so much more, so the second they’d gotten home, she’d told him to get naked and get on the bed.

Part of Cassian wished he’d actually been good today, but as he watched Nesta stroke his cock, a much larger part of him was thankful he hadn’t.

“Like you aren’t having the time of your life,” Nesta eventually said, continuing her excruciatingly slow handjob. Even though he knew it wouldn’t really help, he couldn’t stop himself from bucking up into her fist again once she reached the head of his almost painfully hard cock. “If you’d just listened to me in the first place, maybe I would’ve let you come already.”

“I’m listening now,” he said back. He wished he could reach out and fit his hand into the curve of her waist or brush his thumb against one of her hardened nipples, but those ropes wouldn’t free him anytime soon. “I’m being really good right now.”

“Because I tied you to the headboard,” she told him slowly, like he was an idiot. God, she was hitting all of his buttons today. “Do you really think that counts as good behavior?”

Cassian knew what the right answer was, but even when he was wholly at Nesta’s mercy he couldn’t stop himself from being a little shit. “Maybe?”

“Maybe,” Nesta repeated with a scoff. She abruptly let go of his cock and shifted from where she was sitting next to him on the bed to straddling him instead. “Well, maybe I should show you what good behavior actually looks like.”

“You should,” he replied quickly, nodding so hard it was a miracle he didn’t give himself whiplash. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop from coming at the barest brush of her cunt against his cock, and by the smirk on her face, she absolutely knew it. “I’m a fast learner.”

“Just fast, I think,” she responded. She rocked against him again, laughing when he dug his nails into his palms as hard as he could to distract himself. “Someone’s quick off the mark, hmm?”

“Can’t help it,” he told her through gritted teeth. She hadn’t explicitly told him he couldn’t come, but he knew from prior experience that there would be hell to pay if he did. And not the fun kind. “You know what you do to me.”

“Mhmm.” Nesta shifted against him again, and Cassian desperately started thinking about soccer stats. He wanted to touch her so badly it was like a physical ache, and he only had himself to blame. “Poor baby. Would my cunt make you feel better?”

“Yes, fuck, please,” Cassian panted. He normally wasn’t above begging, but he wanted to be inside her so badly he would say whatever she wanted to hear. “Nesta, please, I need you, I promise I’ll do whatever you say, I’ll be so fucking good, please, please, please—”

Cassian lost the ability to form words as Nesta finally grabbed his cock and sank down on it, her cunt hot and tight and perfect as she took every inch of him. It was a miracle he didn’t come on the spot, and he forced himself to look at her face instead of where they were joined so he didn’t tempt fate any further.

“Look at that,” Nesta cooed, reaching down to pinch Cassian’s nipple. He jerked at the touch with a hiss, but it quickly turned into a groan as the motion bounced Nesta just a little on his cock. “Someone finally learned to shut up.”

As Nesta started to move, the only noise Cassian was capable of making were a combination of gasps, whimpers, and pleas. What he was pleading for, he wasn’t totally sure, but that was completely fine with him. Nesta was the only one allowed to decide what he deserved to receive, and God was he so on board with whatever that ended up being.

“If you even think about coming before I do,” Nesta said casually, taking a break from bouncing on his cock to grind down instead, “I’ll make you regret it.”

Cassian wasn’t sure if he could hold on that long, but he was in for a hell of a night either way. “Yes, Nesta.”

“Such a good boy,” she cooed, just derisive enough that he had to fight to keep himself from floating off into lala land. “Now hold on tight. I’m not stopping until I come or you start crying.”

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[syluscore]

just thinking about exhibitionism w/ leon and he's literally letting you up for free use, >////<

Leon Kennedy x afab! Reader

content warnings: smut, sexual content, exhibitionism, free use, degrading and praising, reader is tied up, blindfold, p in v sex (lots of it), double penetration mentioned but not actually done

!!!!!!!!MINORS DNI! GHOSTKENNEDY IS STRICTLY 18+!!!!!!

leon who is completely obsessed with your body? who’s obsession only grows stronger and deeper with time. soon, it’s not enough for him to just see you fall apart and cry for his cock. oh no. he needs to show you off completely to others.

leon who just needs others to see what he gets to fill up every fucking day. multiple times. he’s never satisfied no matter how much he fucks you. he can hardly take a breath without his cock springing to life, hard as fuck at just the thought of you. how could he keep it all to himself?

leon who believes that nothing worth having should be kept hidden.

leon who wants to make others jealous. he can’t help it, it’s almost instinctive for him. they don’t understand the depths of heaven he’s found through your body. your naked body being spread wide open for him, it’s like the angels are granting him his eternal paradise. what is a god without a following of loyal, devout worshippers? you were sculpted by the gods themselves and deserved to have people worship at your alter.

leon who has a small group of trusted buddies that he’d trust with his life. and you were his whole life. why wouldn’t he trust them to see the most scrumptious masterpiece ever created. show them why he always bails on them. why would he ever wanna go out when he has this waiting for him at home?

leon who finally fucks you in front of his friends. they try to hide their bodies responses as they avoid your eyes while watching leon fuck into you. but as time passes, they all begin openly watching every little movement. you can see their cocks throbbing through their pants, begging for attention. but they can’t touch them. you laid out the rules they only get to watch, not receive anything.

leon who becomes addicted after the first time. he organizes more meet ups for them to watch you two. with the same rules as before, until finally you agree to let them touch themselves while watching you. “you like that, baby? like people getting off on watching you? look into his eyes while i fuck you. look and think about how much of a whore you are. they’re all touching their cocks for you.”

leon who isn’t satisfied with people just watching you get fucked anymore, he wants them to feel it. it starts with little caresses here n there on your breasts and ass. it slowly escalates to longer touches, touches inching closer and closer to restricted areas. and then one day, something snaps and all bets are off.

leon who jerks his cock in your face as you stare up at him, barely able to keep your eyes open as his friend hammers his cock right into that spongy spot inside of you. “still needy for my cock even though somebody’s already railing inside you? such a good whore, huh?”

leon who ties you up, your arms above your head and legs spread open, each ankle secured to their respective bed posts. who blindfolds you and let’s his friends do whatever they want to you. you have no idea who’s touching you, no idea how many are staring at you at any given time, and holy fuck does it make you that much wetter.

leon who whispers praises into your ear while his friends fuck you. “you’re taking it so well. making me so proud. such a good baby for me.”

leon who definitely researches double vaginal penetration often.

leon who pampers the shit out of his prize after every single session. doesn’t matter how many people use you, you’re still his most prized possession.

~masterlist~

[rohrih]

Gag in his mouth, drooling, heavily panting and whimpering. Snort running down his nose. Sweat tricking down his body, hair disheveled. On his kness, navy blue butt plug on full display for my eyes. Hands tied to his thighs with a navy blue rope. Cock leaking, through the silver chastity, balls heavy with unreleased semen. Body filled with scars and marks. Marks from my teeth and sharp nails. "Mommy's property" written in bold across his back with a black marker. His ass adorned with my hand prints. Me sitting on the chair he previously sat on, when I had tapped a vibrator across his cock, edging him into oblivion. Looking outside the window, the sun seems to be rising. I guess we've been doing this for some time now. He woke me up humping me like a dog in heat, said he couldn't sleep and needed my attention. Now he is on the floor looking like a worn out puppy. Tears covering his gorgeous face, tears from how much he needs to release. He is panting and begging "please miss, I need to cum please". "You look so handsome like this my boy, so beautiful, so precious", I say admiring the work of art that is on our bedroom floor. I get on the floor and untie the ropes, "you did so well my boy" I say kissing his forehead. I take the chastity key from our bed and unlock it, my boy's beautiful cock springs to life. Standing tall and hard, twitching and leaking. I quickly bring him into my hands and rock him, giving him gentle kisses on his head and forehead. "You did so well for mommy my boy. You held it in so well. Mommy is proud of you", I say while all my baby could do is burry his face in my breast, slowly nodding. "Now my boy, I need you to lie on your back, mommy isn't finished with you yet. Remember to use your safe words when you feel overwhelmed okay?", he slowly nods. "I can't hear you my boy, you need to use your words", "Sorry mommy, I will ensure to use them when I need to", he says in a low tone. He lies down and I stand to get a pillow, to put behind his head so my boy is comfortable. I go to the bathroom to fetch his face cloth to wipe his face. I then get the lighter on our bedside table and a blue candle. I take off my t-shirt leaving him a blushing mess, he quickly turns his head. My naked body still leaves him shy you'd swear it's his first time seeing me naked. "Be a goodboy and look at me baby, I want you to keep your perverted eyes on me". He shyly turns his head back to look at me, his cock twitching. Smiling at the effect I have on him, I get on my knees to give him a kiss, my tongue exploring his mouth. I take out my tongue and look at him staring straight at my snake eyes piercing. He likes the feeling it gives him when I lick his cock, my naughty boy. I slowly sink on his cock, we both moan in pleasure, "ahh my boy you feel me up so well", "you feel so warm around me mommy". I slowly start to move my hips, taking his hands putting them on my hips. He whimpers and moans eyes shut of pleasure.I light on the candle, "baby, look at mommy, look at me my boy", I say slowly stopping to ride him. He opens his eyes, looking at me with innocent, tears filled eyes.Brain fuzzy from feeling his cock buried in my cunt and being so deep within sub space. I sensually trail my hands over his chest and arms, calming him. He visibly let's his shoulders down, his body easing up, his tight hold on my hips loosening. He trails fingers slowly over my stretchmarks taking a deep breath. "So beautiful my boy, so precious to mommy. I'm so proud of you my boy". I tilt the candle, letting the wax fall on his chest. "ssss, ahhhh mommy" he squirms to the feeling of the heat, his face contorted, bitting his lips. The view of my boy like this ignites a deep feeling of sexual appetite. I slowly start to move my hips again. "Atta boy, you're so good for me", I say tilting the candle to drip wax on him again.

[rookieleonskennedy]

break the bed

fem!readerxre2!leon

tags/warnings: MDNI, nsfw, sub!leon, no use of y/n, mommy kink adjacent?, leon calls reader momma, choking kink, creampie, light bondage

A/N: took a break from my hunterxprey fic to write this bad boy. not too pleased with the last little bit, but i’ll probably go over it and edit it in the next day or so. enjoy!

“C’mon pretty boy, tell me what you want.” 

Your eyes blaze a trail down Leon’s naked form, his toned body supine on the bed before you. His arms stretched above him, his wrists tied to the headboard with pretty pink silk rope. Your fingers dance across his skin, a ballet of sensation that has his muscles tightening with each caress.

You move, circling the bed, continuing your feather-light touches to his body with a sly grin pointed in his direction. Leon trembles upon the white sheets, desperate whimpers spilling from his plush mouth as you taunt him. Stopping at the head of the bed, you stroke his face adoringly. 

“Speak, baby boy. I want to hear you.”

Leon keens, his arm muscles bulging and flexing as they struggle against the restraints. A thin sheen of sweat covers his lean figure, his hardened cock drooling a puddle of precum on his stomach. His back bows in frustration, and he lets out a frustrated whine as he nuzzles his face into your palm. 

“Please momma–want you to t-touch me.”

You would never get over the way Leon’s begging sent a shot of arousal straight to your core. He was always so needy, so pretty. Ocean blue eyes boring into yours, a glimmer of desperation clouding their depths. His lips swollen from the sharp tug of his own teeth, and the bottom one quivers slightly as he pushes it out in a pout.

You hum in response to his request, your thumb trailing gently across the sharp jut of his cheekbone. With a delicate tap to the side of his face, you remove your hand and sit yourself next to him on the bed.

“Good boy,” You purr, smiling down at him knowingly.

A high-pitched moan bursts from Leon’s mouth, your praise sending a shockwave of arousal straight to his cock. His cheeks are a ruddy shade of red, and his breathing is rapid and shallow. His eyelids drooped slightly, his iris heady with his lust for you. His gaze, however cloudy, is still intense as it follows the motion of your hand down toward where he wants you the most.

You lower it down, gently wrapping your delicate fingers around his scorching-hot flesh, causing his hips to rise off the bed, the headboard groaning beneath the strength of his arms as they pull against the rope once more. You chuckle down at him softly, pumping your hand up and down his shaft ever-so-slowly, your thumb purposefully pressing into his frenulum on each upward stroke.

You know what makes Leon tick, what spots to press and tease to make him mindless–drunk with pleasure. With the skillful and practiced ministrations of your hand, it doesn’t take long for you to have him turned into a begging, whining, mess of a man beneath you.

“M-momma, needa–fuck–need t’cum–feels so fucking good–love it when you touch me momma–your hand is so soft–shit–right th-there–hand feels so good on my cock–squeezing me jus’ right–such a perfect momma f’me–oh god–gon’ come–m’gonna come momma–ah!”

You remove your hand suddenly, denying Leon the release for which he was on the precipice for the umpteenth time that night. A sob escapes him, his body thrashing petulantly on the bed. You had teased him within an inch of his life, edging him over and over. He was absolutely dumb with want for you. The sight of his exasperation almost makes you feel remorseful.

“Shh,” you coo at him soothingly. “Don’t you wanna cum in your momma’s pussy, pretty boy?”

Leon sobs again, hot tears now spilling from his cerulean eyes and running in rivulets down his blushing cheeks. He nods his head vigorously, still writhing against his restraints. 

“Yes momma, wan’ it. Want it so bad.”

Pleased at the state of mindlessness, you move to straddle his waist, your bare body hovering mere inches above his. His hips buck, his thick cock fighting to meet the warm, wet, and plush mound of your pussy. You pull your hips away from him in a silent warning, giving him a stern look.

“I need you to be a good boy for me Lee, and stay still while I ride you, you got it?”

He bites his lip at your words, his eyelids fluttering with anticipation. He pushes his hips back down onto the bed at your command, and he moans loudly when you press the wet folds of your cunt against the side of his twitching cock.

You can feel the amount of effort that he’s putting into holding himself still for you, his desire to please you, his desire to be a good boy for you overriding his need to thrust up against you. 

You place your hands across the expanse of his chest, your nails slightly digging into his soft skin as you begin to rut against him. His breathing stutters beneath your fingertips, and his eyes roll back into his head as he whimpers.

“Please momma–please put my cock inside you–w-wanna cum in you–fuck–wan’ you to bounce on me–want you to cum on my cock–oh shit–wanna be a good boy f’you–wanna fill my momma full of my cum.”

You keen at Leon’s filthy words, throwing your head back in bliss as you continue rubbing your pussy against Leon’s dick.

“Yeah, Lee? You wanna stretch out my pussy with your fat cock–fill me up with your hot cum?”

“Yes, please momma!  I’ll make you feel so good–fill you up–make you cum f’me–be your good boy.”

You reached down to grab Leon’s shaft as he spoke, lining his tip up with your entrance. Your eyes connected with his as you began to slide your eager cunt down his length, both of your mouths dropping open in ecstasy.

 The bed frame creaks loudly, and your eyes snap up to watch as Leon’s arms pull relentlessly against the ropes. He seems to be putting all his energy into his arms rather than his hips, an effort to remain a still, good boy for you. When you’ve fully sheathed him inside your walls, you let out a shaky breath. 

Leon’s dick was big. Not too big, but big enough that you always had to take a moment and allow yourself to accommodate to the stretch of it. Once you had, you began to bounce. Attempting to find a rhythm that hits your sweet spot on every drop down. One of your hands moved to rest on Leon’s chest, while the other wrapped tenderly around his throat.

“You feel so good inside me, pretty boy. I can’t wait to cum around you.”

Leon’s whimpers and whines grew impossibly louder at your words, his desperation to finish inside you reaching its peak. With a strangled sob, he begins to plead with you.

“Momma! Please let me move–I’ll be such a good boy for you–wanna move–wanna fuck you momma–please just let me–please–fuck–I’ll do anything f’you–just lemme move.”

You giggle down at him, your hand tightening around his neck briefly. 

“Okay, baby boy. You can move.”

Leon wastes no time in beginning to move his hips once you have given him the all-clear, and he begins to thrust up into your pussy with reckless abandon. The suddenness of the motion causes you to have to use the hand you have on his throat for balance, squeezing his airway off even more. 

This only spurs Leon on, a garbled groan leaving him as he pistons his hips into you harder and faster. A strangled gasp leaves you as a resounding crack echoes throughout the room. The world tilts, and suddenly you are on your back, Leon’s still tied hands resting on your chest as he continues fucking into your squelching pussy. 

“Fuck momma–gonna fuck you so deep–bury my cock in you–such a pretty momma–pussy’s gripping my cock like a vice–gonna make you cum–shit–gonna make you scream f’me momma–just wait.”

Leon had broken the headboard from all his tugging and thrashing, leaving his hands tied but allowing him to flip you over and take control of the situation. Your pussy throbbed at this, the sheer strength of the man above you hurtling you towards your orgasm. 

With a loud yelp of his name, you spasm around Leon’s cock, your orgasm hitting you in full-force. Leon continues thrusting into you, muttering dirty words of praise in your ear as he chases his own high. His thrusts begin to get sloppy and erratic, and with a final push deep into you, he comes with a cry.

Leon collapses on top of you for a moment before rolling off and laughing.

“Guess I gotta buy us a new headboard, huh?”

You roll over on your side to meet his eyes with a smile, your hands moving to untie his bound wrists.

“Yeah. You do.”

[shiorilizzy]

Yandere Wriothesley decided to punish you

Summary: After dragging you to the Fortress with him, he spoiled you so much that you became a brat. So he decided to punish one for all

Pairing: Yandere!Wriothesely x Reader (female)

Warning: Yandere, Oral sex, Edging, Deny, Unappropriate words

Part 1 || Ending 1 || Ending 2

Wriothesley is a chill guy. Although you can’t go out of The Fortress, but you’re free to roam, talk and do whatever you want inside it. If you want to have anything, he will bring it for you. Even the legendary dessert that Furina loves. He bought a whole cake just for you. He nearly never punishes you, only smiles gently and lets it slide while collecting your mess.

So you become more and more bratty day by day. Until one day, when you shouted at him “NO! I HATE YOU!” when he told you not to do something. He looked at you, silent. 

“I think it’s time we need to do something about that attitude”

You were about to protest and walk away. But he picked you up with one arm, like a sack of potato. Ignoring your screams and kicks, he dropped you on the bed.  While his legs pressed on you to keep you still, his hands stripped you naked, locked your wrists with a handcuff. He even gagged your mouth.

“This mouth needs to be punished, no?”

You cannot scream anymore. He smirked at your muffled noises. The next victim is your legs, he spread and tied to the bed. Now your private part was exposed. He touched it gently. His cold fingers were covered with stickiness.

“Oh my, this wet already?  I barely do anything? Do you really crave it that much?” 

He smirked and look down on you like a slut. Your face turned pink and noises came from your gagged mouth. Looks like you were cursing him, he thought.  Well he couldn’t understand anything you were blabbing now, so it was not his business.  He turned his attention to your lower watering mouth. He started eating you out. He knows every sensitive spot of you. So it was easy to turn you on. Soon, your muffled noises turned to muffled moans. Your breath became quicker. His cold breath and hot tongue drove you insane. You reached your climax not long after. Giving your clit a last lick, Wriothesley sat beside you, he stroked your head softly.

“How was it darling? You wetted the bedsheet you know?”

Your mind was hazy. You whimpered and wiggled your body, signaling him to untie everything. Wriothesley kissed your cheek. Pretending he didn’t see that.

“Good girl… I bet you still want more, considering how slutty you are”

It was true. Your sopping wet hole was waiting for him. He didn’t touch it. Wriothesley took out some vibrators from the nightstand.  What was he planning? He doesn’t usually use those… He put one on your swollen clit and one on your each hard nipples. Put all of them on low setting. You let out frustrated whimpers.

“Unfortunately, I still have work to do. So I will let these please you while I’m busy.” He smiled at you as if nothing to worry about “I’ll be back shortly, okay? Be good.”

You shook your head, and your watery eyes begged him to stay, to release you. But he just walked out, not even looking back at you. He is not busy, Wriothesley knows how to manage his work-life balance. He had enough free time to love you, pamper you and set up a trap just for you.  He brewed a pot of tea. Its nice smell calmed him down. Wriothesley slowly enjoyed his cup, listening to his Kitten whimpering. Soon those turned to moaning and then frustrated sobbing. After finishing the whole pot, he went back to check on his poor darling.

The room had an utterly sweet smell, you were lying there, arching your back and hip to create more stimulation. The bedsheet between your legs was damped in your juice. You looked at Wriothesley like your savior. Your desperate pleading noises made him chuckle

“Aw my poor Kitten, can’t release by yourself?”

Finally he untied the vibrator, your wrists, ankles and your mouth. Your body was too sore to fight him at this time. You raised your trembling arm, clutching his clothes. You pleaded with him to help you, to fill you. He went back to your sweet part. He touched everywhere but your wet hole. However, you still came, letting out a cute loud moan that he loves so much.

Yet, it was not enough even though you’ve just had an orgasm. You begged him to put his thick member inside.

That was when your punishment started.

“Oh I don’t think so darling.”

“You said you hate me remember? So I decided to give you some time to think about it. If you hate me then you won’t need my cock right?” He stroked your cheek, as if he didn’t see your disbelief face.

He made sure to give you a hard time.

That when you realized: Before you aware of it, Wriothesley has trained you into a slut for his cock.

You missed it, you craved that thick hard cock of him. You missed the feeling it fills you, stretches your hole to its limit. 

Days after that, the punishment still went on.

Wriothesley still pleased and helped you orgasm. He can’t let you alone. Who knows what if his Kitten becomes too hungry and starts finding someone else to ask for food? But he denies putting inside you. No matter how many begs or tantrums you make. He completely ignored your poor hole. Even after you gave him a blow job.

Your mind was spinning. Every day you woke up, the only thought was you want the man holding you to JUST PUT his cock into you, fill you up, destroy you.

But Wriothesley kept saying no.

The whole week pass by without his cock, you became mad and shouted at him like a child, saying that you would ask a prisoner if he wouldn’t give it to you.

Oh… Your brain was so messed up so much that you dug yourself a hole again.

Wriothesley’s face turned dark.

“Oh really? Go ahead then. Let's see if there is someone out there who can please you like the way I do. Go ahead if you can find a cock better than me.”

It’s nearly impossible. You have been trained into a Kitten that even you know only Wriothesley can satisfy you now.

“And I was about to end the punishment. But based on what I heard just now, seems like you learned nothing. So let’s continue your punishment then.”

You realized your mistake and quickly apologized. But it was too late. Your hell time continues. You were so desperate to the state that you used your own fingers. But it was nothing compared to his cock. You cried in frustration and helpless. You felt so empty and lonely. Even his fingers would be paradise to you now.

So you started behaving like a good girl: Called Wriothesley as your “Master”, brewed tea for him, ate and slept on time, spent your day beside him, …

Your cunt wetted all the time. You weren't sure how long you can last before you turned mad and just crawled on the ground to beg for his cock.

One more week passed, finally Wriothesley pulled you into his lap, whispering “Will you be a good girl now?”

You quickly replied, you ground your sensitive part against his thigh.

“Y-Yes Master! Please I’m sorry… I’ll be a good girl… I’ll behave… please forgive me…”

He chuckled at your desperation.

“Do you need me?”

“Yes! I only need you! I love you! Please I’m yours… Please…”

You begged and cried

Wriothesley seemed pleased with your answer. His muscular arms spread your legs.

“Mmh… That’s my good girl. You must have felt empty these past two weeks huh? Let Master fill you.”

After these torturous times, you had what you wanted at long last. His cock entered your wet hole, stretching it while abusing your certain spot.

You clung tight on him. The stimulation was too intense for you. You came right after he entered and yet he started to move his member in and out. You moaned and cried because you struggled to accept this happiness. Your brain knows nothing but your Master and his cock now.

Wriothesley looked at your fucked out pretty state: tears and drools were all over your face, and your hole was so warm and soft, wrapped tightly on his cock. And more importantly, you are the behaved Kitten that loves him now. In the end, you’re his Kitten completely.

Part 1 || Ending 1 || Ending 2

[littleebunnyy]

NSFW 18+

I need to wake up, tied up naked, in a dark basement on a mattress.

Wanna start to feel uncomfortable because I can feel something inside me, in my pussy and bum. Wanna be forced to lay there awake, uncomfortable, hungry and nauseated, feeling terrified of what is to come. When he comes down I'm shaking. I start to beg to be let go, even if I have dreamt about something like that. The toy in my pussy starts to move, vibrate and wetness starts to pool involuntary, a desperate moan escapes me and I feel embarrassed. I shouldn't get like this, tied up, in a basement. "Your gonna stay here till you are ready to be taken upstairs. When you become my good little bunny." And he leaves again. But the toy stays on. It's too low to give an orgasm but high enough to keep me desperate for anything. Hours I stay like that. I'm exhausted and needy, the only reason it stops is because the batteries die in the toy.

The next two weeks go like that. Everyday a new toy, every two or three days some food, spoon fed by him. Never an orgasm. I'm desperate in any and all ways. I want affection. I want an orgasm. I want to sleep in a warm bed. I plead with him. "Please daddy! Please! I'll be good, I'll do as you say please don't leave me here!" Daddy doesn't budge. But he does give me a fuzzy blanket and removes the full restraints so that I'm only bound by my feet and hands.

A month later and Daddy let's me upstairs for the first time. But only his home office. There he pulls out the toy from my pussy and sits me down on his huge cock. "Don't move. You are just here to keep me warm." Touchstarved as I am I don't move, just enjoying the feeling of touch, the warmth. Hours later I'm dozing away when daddy speaks up "such a good girl, doing as she's told." He pulls out and lays me on my back on the floor. My pussy elivated, he starts to jerk off and cums on top of my pussy. Daddy let's me sleep in his bed that night. Tight up with my hands to the headboard.

The next day daddy wakes me up with sucking on my boob's. "I think, my bunny is almost ready for breeding. Almost ready to have her boob's filled with milk and her stomach growing. Would be such a obedient bunny for me wouldn't you?" I can only whimper and agree, my mind still half asleep my pussy clenching on nothing but wetness pooling.

Daddy touches me everywhere. "first I should reward you for yesterday hmm?" He starts fingerfucking into me, rubbing my clit. I moan, already close to the edge because of the month and a half of edging. "Please daddy! Please let me cum!" I plead with him. He gives in and let's me cum. Still on the high from the orgasm I don't notice him aligning himself with me. He presses inside and starts fucking into me. Roughly. Hard. However he wants. I cum two, three times while he fucks me. Overstimulating feeling I beg him to go slower. "Take it bunny, take all of it. Your mine to take however I want." He cums inside deep and keeps still inside. Slumming on top of me he keeps the cum plugged inside. He starts sucking on my boob's again, "I can't wait for those to be filled with milk."

That day daddy breeds me six times. The coming weeks every day daddy wakes up and fucks me full of his cum. He goes to work, comes back, stuffs me full again. We watch some show or sports game while I cockwarm him, fresh cum stuffed deep inside. Before bed daddy fucks me hard. Bruises apparent on my hips, hickies all over my boob's and thighs. Only when daddy is sure I'm pregnant am I allowed out the bedroom during the day. Only then he starts to expect diner when he comes home. When my milk comes in he uses every opportunity to grab my boob's. Now I'm really daddy's little breeding bunny.

I don't ever wanna go back to my old life.

[moxfirefly]

HEAR ME OUT…strap and bondage with Raphie but here’s the kicker:

F!reader putting the strap on Raph and ridding it, purposefully ignoring him as a punishment while he has to watch all tied up

Subby brat Raph gives me life -v-

The sound that I just produced

Anon say less!

Rated Explicit

Raph saw something fly across his head, he couldn’t exactly make out what it was but it was coming from that dreaded delightful box of tricks you owned.

Currently he was in a position he wasn’t exactly sure he’d find himself, because with some ingenuity and a lot of rope, he was bound to the bed. The hooks were reinforced (he hoped) and while he wasn’t a fan of the gag, he understood the need for it.

Because according to you, he had a mouth on him.

And according to you, he had misbehaved and induced a punishment for the evening.

“Aha! Finally found it,” He couldn’t exactly see what you’d found and much less when you came back to the bed with it behind your back.

“So Raphie, I hope this serves as a reminder that if you act like a brat, you don’t get to have fun.” You shouldn’t look so good while threatening him but there was something in your eyes had his dick harder than ever and wanting nothing more than to have you threatening him some more.

But when something landed on his plastron and he felt straps, he was confused.

Then worried when he saw the dildo.

“Relax, that’s not going in you…maybe not today, but it’s definitely going in me.” You fastened the straps across his hips, securing them enough so the toy would stay in place, and for it to stand just above his aching member.

“You see, if you really thought that you could act a complete and utter brat with me and still get to cum tonight, you’re sorely mistaken sweetie.”

Raph tried to say something but the stupid gag wasn’t helping, he could plea his case, he could sweet talk you into throwing that dumb toy aside and just using him. “Now let’s see, where is my lube?” You heard him whine, found green eyes desperately trying to speak to you.

Upon find the tube you slathered a generous amount onto the toy just above Raph’s already leaking cock. Each swipe, each stroke to the toy only made his hips push up but to no avail. “It’s been a while since I’ve used this, I wonder if it still feels good?” You made a show on your last words, a grin that only made him struggle just a tad more than he was allowed to.

Raph watched in absolute agony as you climbed on top of him and sank down on the fake appendage. Each little bit that disappeared with you made him groan. The envy coursing through his body wouldn’t settle, he wanted so badly to be the one to have your warm and snug around his cock.

You moved, allowed that first thrust to showcase just what he was missing. You laid on his hard chest, lifted your hips and shook your rear just purely out of spite. Raph breathed hard around the gag, felt drool leak out of the sides just as another embarrassing string of precum leaked from his cock. This had to be what going crazy felt like. To have you, naked, ready and fucking yourself with a useless toy.

He searched for your gaze, another pleading begging look showing you just how sorry he was. You smiled, just as he thought you’d taken pity, you only sat back up and fucked yourself harder on him.

The sound coming out of your mouth, the obscene slaps against his plastron, it was proving far too much, he felt another gush of precum drip from him. Well he could at least cum, it wouldn’t be as pleasurable but at least-

“Raph, if you cum, I’m going to this again, soooo dooooon’t.”

He felt legitimate tears well up at the corners of his eyes. There was no way he was going to make it through this.