#Sadistic top x masochistic bottom

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It's Gonna Be a Scream!

Pairings: Stu Macher x Reader Word Count: 3.7 words Kink: Erotic Photos Warnings: NSFW, smut, erotic photography, swearing, fingering, oral (f and m! receiving), multilple orgasms, p in v, unprotected sex, sadistic and masochistic tendencies, creampie, praise kink, slight degradation kink... A/N: This is a day late but I got it done! I hope you enjoy and thank you so much! Feel free to add yourself onto the taglist for message me to be added! Link posted below.

You shake your head as another click fills the room. You ignore him and readjust your position in bed, laying on your belly with your papers splayed before you. Your boyfriend looks at you through his brand new camera, which you'd gotten him for Christmas. He's been prancing around you all day, taking all the pictures of you while he giggles and tells you to “smile all pretty for me”.

“Stu, baby,” you sigh when he lies down on his back in front of you, laying on top of your homework and effectively halting your studies. “I'm trying to focus.” You can't help the chuckle he pulls out of you when he flashes you an adorable grin.

He reaches underneath him and pulls out all of your work, glancing at it before tossing it into the air and letting it fall to the floor. You ignore it. “Well, you shouldn't be. It's Christmas, and you're sitting here doing homework. You're boring.” He says this as he gently pokes his finger into your shoulder, moving to hook his finger around the dainty golden chain of your new necklace. It was his gift to you, it had both your initials on a tiny little heart. It sat along your collarbone, cold and pleasant against your skin.

“Stu,” you try to complain. “Let me finish this last bit, and we can watch a movie or something. Whatever you want.”

He points his finger at your face, not moving when you lean forward and bite the tip of it gently. “Don't say that,” he laughs, “Or you'll be watching Texas Chainsaw Massacre.”

You scoff, “Again? You'd think you would get tired of it by now.”

He flashes a wide smile, “Never, baby.”

You make a sound of disgust, shoving him out of your face so he rolls over onto the floor. He lets go of the camera to keep it on the bed as he lands with a thud.

“Ow,” he complains, sitting up on his knees and looking up at you from the floor. He leans forward, his lips pressing to yours as you smile and suck on his bottom lip. You giggle against his mouth when your teeth take his lip between them. He just kisses you back, a little rougher as he growls playfully against you—he's just being weird.

You hear the click again and pull back to see him taking a picture of you kissing. “You're insufferable.”

“Shh-t-t-t,” he smiles, kissing you again as he takes your face in his hands. You melt against his lips, your lips parted as his tongue slips between them. His hands press to your shoulders and he rolls you onto your back.

Shifting up, he stands above you as he continues to hold your face, his lips mashing with yours. He pulls away, grabbing his camera again. He aims the lens at you, and you roll your eyes, chuckling lightly.

“Smile for me, baby,” he grins, lining his shot.

With a sigh, you look at the camera and smile softly. He licks his lip, clicking the shutter button. “Make it sexier,” he says.

You scoff, parting your lips and letting your lashes flutter, your eyes hooded. He shakes his head in disbelief of you and your beauty, taking more pictures and requesting “sexier, sexier, sexier” each time.

“I don't know what you want me to do, Stu,” you say, removing one hand from the dip of your thigh and the other from your partially exposed collarbone.

“Well, you're doing perfectly,” he shrugs.

You shake your head, grabbing at his body until he ends over and kisses you again. His lips slide off yours and up to your neck, his teeth nibbling at the skin as his fingers play with your shirt. After a moment, he bares his teeth around your throat and bites down, just out the pure impulse to do so. You moan at the feeling tangling your fingers in his hair. He continues kissing you, laving his tongue hungrily over your flesh as he slowly pulls at your shirt. When he's got it off, he admires your covered breasts with his hands and your breath shudders at the feeling of it.

He doesn't bother trying to undo it from the back. He wraps his fingers around the bottom and pulls it over your head. His tongue traces down the valley of your chest and licks up to one of your nipples, taking it between his lips and flicking it.

“Stu,” you breathe, inhaling the scent of his cologne as he body leans over you.

He seems to be enjoying himself by the way he hums around your nipples, playing with one as he savors the other. You feel slick gathering between your thighs as you lay there, your fingertips brushing over his body.

His hand wanders from your breast and smooths down your tummy, down to the waistband of your tiny shorts, that he simply slips underneath as he presses his hand to your mound. Your hips pump forward slightly, a slight moan getting caught in your throat as he smiles around your nipple.

He separates from your breasts to get a good look at you, untying the strings around your waist and peeling the shorts off your body. Biting his lip at your lacey red panties, he shudders at the sight of them. After a brief pause, you hear his camera sound.

“Stu!” you exclaim, your words breathy with a laugh. You smack his sides, pinching them for more effectiveness.

He squirms, laughing, “Ow—Hey! I can't help it if you're so cute!”

“Ugh!”

He giggles like a child as he pulls down your panties to show your smooth little pussy. “Well, Merry Christmas to me.” He bites his lip. “Is this all for me?”Another camera shutter, you shudder. “God, you're fucking beautiful, baby.”

Your hips jerk when his fingers rub along the seam of you, collecting the arousal that had gathered there. You stifle a moan when you hear his lips smack softly after his fingers leave you. “You taste so good,” he hums, tracing your entrance again before pushing in. You hum as his fingers part your lips, starting out with two long slender fingers that already stretch you out real nice.

You moan his name, slipping your hands under his shirt, which drapes over your face as you feel his body leaning over your own. You lean forward just enough to kiss his lower belly, clenching around his fingers as they massage that part inside of you he knows drives you crazy.

He takes another picture, and you suck his fingers in with your insecurity. His thumb presses to your clit. You grip his waist a little tighter, pulling body down just enough to kiss his belly again.

After a moment, he breaks from you, standing back up to tower over you. You take his belt, keeping him closer as you start unbuckling it, effectively sidetracking him as you start pulling them down his legs.

He stares at you as he pulls the camera up to you. As his cock springs free and you press your lips to his pelvis, his warm length against your cheek. “Just like that, baby,” he smiles, a red light glowing from the camera as he records you. “Just like that.”

You wrap your fingers around his cock, pumping him a few times as he sighs, a bead of precum leaking from the slit as you bring his tip to your lips to lick it off. You lave your tongue against the head, sucking him into your mouth with a little hum.

He presses his hips forward slowly, the tip of his cock brushing against the back of your tongue and taunting your gag reflex. His hand squeezes your breast, smacking it lightly as you suckle around him.

He smooths his hand up your chest until it settles it around your throat, slowly pulling out to the tip before pushing back into your mouth until his balls press against your nose. You gag lightly as he slots into your throat, a huff leaving his chest as he feels himself bulging in your throat under his palm.

“Suck on it, sweetheart. There ya go,” he encourages, pulling out and pumping back in again. He builds a steady rhythm, thrusting in and out of your throat as he slowly quickens his speed. But he doesn't do too much, saving himself as he enjoys the view of you taking his cock down your throat, the camera capturing every moment for him to relive the moment whenever he likes.

Your hand is settled between your thighs, fingers rubbing your clit. You gag sometimes when he does a little too deep, but you're so used to him by now that it's not a problem as you moan when you have breath to.

“Fuck,” he breathes, hard and hot at the feeling of your tight throat. “Good girl.”

When you suck around him, his hips jerk slightly before he's lingering somewhere in the back of your throat and pulling out. You take in a deep breath, placing a hand on his hip to keep him back.

“Beautiful, babe,” he praises, taking his cock in his hand and pumping it a few times before he squeezes the base with a groan.

You scoot yourself more onto the bed as you lay there, catching your breath as he pans the camera closer to your face. His smile is wider now, a sinister undertone to his as he captures your wet lips covered with precum and saliva, your lust blown eyes blinking away the tears on the sides of your face. “Absolutely beautiful.”

He ends the recording, leaning down to kiss your sloppy face before he rounds the bed to join you. He sits across from you, taking your hips in his hands, bending down to kiss your chest. His lips slide against your skin until he's reached your belly, his tongue licking at your slit before he wraps his mouth around you and starts licking into your pussy.

You grip the sheets, clenching your thighs lightly around his head. You lay your head back, your lashes fluttering as you breathe. His tongue plunges between your folds, licking into you as making you squirm.

You roll your head back, grinding your hips into his face. As you spit his camera on the bed, you take in between your hands and examine the equipment. “How do I do it?” you ask between breaths.

He looks up at you and smiles. “That button to record, that one to take a picture.”

Tentatively, you press the record button as you look at the feed it shows you. He smiles and digs back in, his tongue flicking and suckling at your clit. You moan as he does it. He's too good with his tongue.

After a moment, he thrusts two fingers into you and looks at you, your face blocked by the camera. “You like that?”

You nod, “Yeah.” His fingers brush deeply inside of you, and you whimper a little at the feeling.

“Yeah, I bet you do,” he laughs. “Nasty slut.” He sticks his tongue out to his chin to lick a long stripe up your cunt, closing his mouth around you at the end of it. Your hips jerk as he hums his laugh against you.

He seems to thrive under the shot of the camera, his drama increasing to over-exaggerate the process, but you don't mind. You watch him, lust-stricken as you hold the camera up with shaky hands. His fingers pump into you, his tongue licks at you, his lips suck on your clit. Your back arches and your stifled moans become a little looser as your need to cum slowly builds within you, his mouth bringing it closer as he gives you a perfect view.

You reach one hand down to his hair, combing your fingers through it before you grip lightly at a particular pump of his fingers. Your lips part as your breath becomes unsteady. “Baby, fuck—I'm gonna cum.”

He hums, sing-songy as he keeps sucking on your clit, pressing his fingers deeper and curling them just right. "Please, I’m gonna cum, Stu."

He coaxes you closer and closer, playing you like an expert. A knot builds in the pit of your stomach and you tense as the impending release hangs over your head. When the coil snaps and you're overcome with the bliss it brings, you moan breathily and shudder. Stu smiles at the way you suck his fingers in. He continues fingering and licking at your pussy as you gush around him, easing you through your orgasm. You chant his name under your breath, riding out your high against his face with an insistence he adores.

“Good girl,” he eases you, slowly pulling his fingers out of your and admiring the result of his work. He stares directly into the lens as he places his fingers on his tongue and sucks.

You catch your breath as you come down from your high, lazily ending the video. He takes the camera from you, snapping pictures of your disheveled face as he pulls you by your hips onto his lap as you lay back.

His hands stroke the length of your sides, and you grab his wrists to stroke them. He smiles at you, standing on his knees and planting his fists into the bed next to your head. He kisses your lips softly and flips you onto your stomach. He grasps your hips roughly, pulling you up to your knees and pressing you back against him to feel his erection against your cheeks. You moan lightly, pressing your back and grinding your ass against him.

“Such a naughty girl,” he tsks, smacking your ass harshly and moaning at the sharp sound of his hand on your skin. “Be good for me, sweetheart.”

Stu pumps his cock in one hand, picking up his camera again as he pans the lens up and down the length of your back, the dip of your spine caressed by his fingers as he traces it. You shudder, holding yourself up carefully as you do.

He takes his cock, pressing his tip between your folds and pushing his hips into you, inch by inch as he fills you slowly to the brim with him. Your eyes flutter and you moan deeply as his thick, hot length thrusts inside.

Stu groans, grinding his own hips into you once he's fully seated inside, making sure he got every second of it on film. “You're so tight, sweetheart. Fucking perfect for me”

You let your head fall onto your crossed arms. Stu presses his hands to your back, holding you down as he pulls out to the tip, only to split you open once more on his cock. You let out a breathy moan, letting the pleasure blossom within you. You clench around him, sucking him in as he takes you from behind.

You whimper his name. He doesn't bother going slow on you. He tangles his fingers in your hair and pulls you back up so he can fuck you nice and deep. He holds the camera as steady as he can as his hair travels to your neck, his fingers wrapping around your throat so he can move your hips to meet each thrust.

His rhythm is rough and fast. He snaps into you, your body bouncing with each in and out of his cock. Your clit throbs between your legs, and your arousal is dripping down your thighs with each thrust. “S-Stu,” you moan breathlessly. “Fuck, that feels good.”

“Yeah?” he asks, giving you a rougher thrust just to pull another moan out of you. “You like when I fuck you like this?” He laughs, tightening his hand around your throat. “Of course you do. You're a good little whore, aren't you?”

You just nod, appreciating his hand around your throat. It's tight and your breath is thinner going through to your lungs, but your clit throbs and your heart pounds relentlessly in your chest at the sensation.

Stu pans the camera down to your ass, where his cock disappears and reappears with each thrust. “Fuck,” he mutters. “You're fucking suckin’ me into you.”

He ruts into you, splitting you apart on his cock as he drives it in and out of your dripping cunt. He fills you with a mind-numbing pleasure that throws you in a daze as you take it all. You squeeze his cock as your legs tremble, sucking him in each deeper as the slap of his hips becomes louder with your slick building up.

All too quickly he pulls out. He pushes you onto your back with little regard to gentleness. You haven't caught up yet by the time he's pulling your hips closer and shoving his cock back inside.

You stare at the camera as he directs it at your face, fucked out as you moan so nicely for him. It captures your bouncing tits, the pumping of his cock into your tight pussy. Every nerve ending burns with pleasure. Every movement licks at you like the flickers of a fire. You clench around him as he presses himself deeply within you, moaning his name at the feeling of his hips fucking into yours.

Stu’s lips part as he watches you, his head falling back as he moans before looking back at you again, hungry at the sight of your body. He loves your body. Your skin is soft and malleable. He bets that if he pressed a silver blade to your flesh, it would slice so nicely. He'd watch the red slip from the wound and decorate your pretty skin.

He wouldn't hurt you too bad. No, against his better judgment, he loved you too much. And, besides, he's got you wrapped around his finger just as much as you've got him around yours.

By now you'd invite the pain. If he took a belt to your back, you would cum when he beat welts into your skin. If he put a knife to your throat, you'd bare your neck to him and tell him to do it. Even now, as his hands slots around your throat once more and squeezes, you huff a moan and squeeze around his cock.

“Look at the camera, baby,” he breathes, moving his thumb from your neck to give you air to speak. He doesn't stop, still fucking into you just as roughly. “Tell ‘em who you belong to.” You whimper. “Go on, tell him. Who's the only person who can make you feel this nice, babygirl?”

You reach a hand to his waist as he leans in to get a better view of your face. Stringing words together to create a coherent sentence, you speak, “Y-you. Fuck, only you, Stu.”

“Say it again, baby.”

His finger presses to your clit and you lose breath when it does, moaning a little louder as he massages it to coax you to a release. “F-Fuck. Only you can…make me f-feel so good, Stu.”

He smiles wide, rubbing your clit a little faster as a reward. “Good girl,” he praises. “You wanna cum for me?”

You nod desperately. “Yes! Fuck, yes.”

His grin widens, his thrusts getting sloppy as he gets closer and closer to his release. He curses under his breath, “Come on, babygirl. Cum for me.”

The coil snaps as you do, throwing your head back as you're blinded by the pleasure. “Stu!” you exclaim, moaning loudly as you cum, sucking him in with each flutter of your pussy.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” he rambles, joining you as he's pushed over the edge of ecstasy. He cums with a loud groan, shoving his cock inside of you as he paints your walls white. You milk him, taking everything he gives to you as the pleasure builds inside of you like a heavy crescendo.

You trembled and moaned as he spills inside of you with a rough thrust deep inside you, tiny little ones following after to fuck his cum a little deeper. Stu leans forward and smacks his lips against yours, licking into your mouth as he moans deeply. You wrap your heavy arms around his neck to keep him there, lazily kissing him with just as much passion, both of you forgetting the camera laying forgotten on the bed, the lens still pointed at your sloppy kiss.

You bite his bottom lip, taking it between your teeth and digging them inside until you draw blood. He swears he could've cum again as you keep kissing him, sucking on his lip as you do.

He grinds lazily inside of you as the last few sparks of pleasure dot your skin. Stu smiles against your lips, pulling back as he giggles. “I love you, sweetheart.”

You smile, his joy contagious as you join his little giggle. “I love you, too.” You kiss him again, addicted to the taste of him.

Pulling back again, he stares at your face and nods to himself. “I'm keeping you forever.”

And he will. Because ever since he fell in love with you, he's been shaping you to be like him. And, by the time September rolls around next year, you'll be just as fucked up as him that Billy will have to let him keep you. You'll be his forever, and you'll be perfectly happy with that because you love him just as much.

He pulls out of you with a sigh, and you whine at the empty feeling that sprouts in your belly. He picks up the camera again and makes sure to capture every inch of you: the light sheen of sweat on your skin, the mess of your hair, the wetness of your swollen lips, the hickeys he had worked into your skin, the swell of your breasts, the cum stuffed in your dripping pussy, his claim marked in you forever. He briefly wonders if he should carve his initials into your skin.

He smiles wide, pointing the camera at your face again. “We're gonna make so many movies together,” he prides, bending down to kiss you once more. With his excitement simmering in his chest, he chuckles quietly. “It's gonna be a scream, baby!”

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the art of breaking (dark!joel miller x f!reader; dead dove do not eat)

the art of breaking part one | part two

very dark!Joel Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 10k

Summary: Your meeting is happenstance, but everything that follows? Well, that’s all Joel. He just knows you’re going to be his perfect little toy. He just has to show you how.

written for the #deaddovedecember2023 event hosted by @romana-after-dark | also on ao3 | dedicating this to @kewwrites, who is a master and icon of unsettling-but-still-romantic dark fic & whose incredible vibes made me feel brave enough to write this. love you ty 🖤

dividers by @saradika-graphics

NOTE: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT.

Seriously, I am saying this as clearly as I can: read the warnings carefully. If anything listed is something you don’t want to read, don’t. The working title for this was “the darkest joel” for a reason (and I actually tamed it down/cut out some of the intense scenes). It’s modern-day/no outbreak, but Joel still lost Sarah and went off the deep end. He was probably a good dom at some point, but now he’s just fucked up.

If you're worried it'll be too dark, it probably will be.

Warnings under the cut:

Warnings: dead dove do not eat, non-con, dub-con, very dark!Joel, BAD bdsm etiquette, not SSC/RACK compliant, sadist!Joel x masochist!reader, coercion, corruption, manipulation, isolation, gaslighting, captivity, sadism, masochism, pain play, extreme punishment, semi-permanent damage (a bone is broken, I’m not fucking around), whipping, spanking, face slapping, tit slapping, impact play in general, mentions of vomit (no description), oral, anal, vaginal, degradation, humiliation, overstimulation, edging, denial, dacryphilia, bastinado (mentioned), restraints, very brief knifeplay, tiny drop of blood play, Joel sees reader as property, inadequate aftercare 

Again, I cannot say this enough. This is a dark fantasy and should not be taken as representative of a good d/s relationship—it’s abuse masquerading. Just because I wrote it doesn’t mean I’m condoning it. 

Please read responsibly. 

I. in media res

     -the fracture

There’s one comfort Joel almost never denies you.

Well, never denies himself.

Unless you’ve been real bad, you always take your place in bed with him at the end of the day. You think it’s so he has easy access to you if he wakes up horny, but honestly, that happens a lot less than expected. He works hard all day; he needs his sleep.

No, he likes the comfort of your warm body next to his. The way you curl up and press kisses to him, no matter how bad he hurt you during the day. His sweet little pet, desperate for every bit of his affection you can earn. He’s always gentle with you here.

It’s part of what makes The Pit so effective.

It fucks with your brain on so many levels, exposes you to so many fears, and then you have to reconcile that you were bad enough for Joel to deny himself the comfort of you in his arms at night. That you’re so undeserving of his love.

Of all of the ways he punishes you, this will be the worst. You can take the humiliation, the pain—not easily, but you can, and there’s usually immediate care after.

But a night in The Pit will tear you down completely.

You hadn’t known what to expect when he said you’d have to spend the night alone, but it wasn’t this.

“No, please,” you scream, stumbling to keep up as Joel pulls you by your hair.

“Shut up,” he snarls.

The soil is loose, clinging to your sweat as you try to right yourself. It’s a futile effort. When you reach The Pit, he holds you down with his boot on your chest while he unlocks and opens the bars.

“Get in,” he says.

You’re sobbing and shaking, skin already gone cold. Somehow, you manage to obey.

The Pit is exactly what it sounds like. It has an open wooden frame with mesh on the side walls to keep the dirt in place. The bottom is bare soil. Mounted to the top of the beams is a grate of bars that sit flush with the ground.

It’s big enough for you to curl up at the bottom—which is what you do now.

“I’m sorry,” you cry.

He shuts and locks the gate.

II. from the start

     -intact

It was kismet, really, that he was there that night. He didn’t usually go out for drinks with the guys, not wanting to be the boss who was always cramping their style. But Tommy had dragged him out tonight, and so he was witness (with the rest of the pub) to your relationship falling apart.

And okay, maybe he went outside for a smoke after you moved the fight to the alley so he could eavesdrop. But it wasn’t his fault. How could he not?

You had said, “Maybe you’re just not man enough for me,” to the brawny but pathetic prick across from you in the booth. “Wanting you to be rough doesn’t make me a freak.”

“That’s not rough; that’s fuckin’ abuse. You’re sick,” your boyfriend had practically shouted.

The discussion evolved into a screaming match in the alley, where Joel had been pleased to be right. It was about more than just a little rough sex or spanking.

At the end of it, your boyfriend stormed off, and you went back in the pub. Joel found you at the bar, throwing back another shot and wiping your tears away.

“You did good back there,” he says.

You startle and look at the stranger. The very handsome stranger. Rugged, with a salt and pepper beard and a scar across his nose.

“What do you mean?”

“Standin’ up for yourself. Not a lot of people woulda been confident enough. ‘Specially not a girl lookin’ for that.”

You glare at the bar counter. “M’not a weirdo.”

“Nah, you’re not. Shit like that is perfectly normal. He’s just pathetic.”

You look back up at him, and he sticks one hand in his pocket, trying to adjust himself discreetly. The tear streaks on your cheeks are getting to him.

“I don’t know. He’s probably right. It’s not your garden variety shit,” you say. The tequila and his gentle eyes have loosened your tongue.

“I doubt that. Try me,” he says.

“What?”

“Try me. Tell me what he freaked out over, and I’ll tell ya if it’s weird. Trust me, I’ve seen it all.”

You hesitate, but he looks genuine and kind. “I asked him to hit me. Like, in the face. And to, y’know, pin me down and—” you trail off.

“And make ya take it?” he guesses.

You nod. “He thought I like, I dunno, actually wanted to be raped,” you whisper the last word, eyes darting to the people around you.

Joel laughs. “Honey, that’s so normal, you wouldn’t believe. I’ve helped ladies out with that little roleplay more times than I can count. If that’s your deepest, darkest fantasy, and he couldn’t take it, then you’re better off without him.”

“It’s not,” you mumble.

“Speak up, honey.”

“It’s not my deepest, darkest fantasy. It’s probably one of the least of them.”

He grins. “Then you’re definitely better off. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with likin’ things on the darker side, sweetheart.”

You’re feeling hot all over and are about to ask him more when your phone rings. It’s your idiot boyfriend, who’s realized you have the car keys.

“I better go. Thank you,” you say, standing and offering him your hand.

He gives it a firm shake, tipping his head. “I’m Joel. And if you’re ever so inclined, I’d like to take you out sometime.”

You laugh. “Let me break up with my boyfriend first, Joel.” But you dig a pen out of your purse and write your number on one of the tiny bar napkins.

Your first date was so normal. You’re not sure what you expected. To jump right to hardcore sex?

But no, he turns up at your door in a neatly pressed green button-up, black slacks, and an ostentatious belt buckle. He greets you with a kiss on the cheek and a bouquet of wildflowers, lavender stalks nestled between pink honeysuckle and red salvia. Not a traditional arrangement, but it reminds you of a summer sunset.

“From my garden,” he says a little sheepishly, but you like them a lot better than some generic store display. You tell him as much and his cheeks flush a little.

You return the kiss and pop the flowers in a vase of water before he sweeps you off in his pickup. You aren’t surprised, really, but it’s more charming than some of the other men and their gaudy trucks.

Joel’s is older but well-kept, with minimal rusting around the wheel wells. The bed is open, and you can see streaks of grease and paint spills. A silver tool chest is mounted against the back of the cab. Everything inside and out has a light coating of sawdust.

He isn’t some insecure man with a truck big enough to make up for what isn’t in his britches, that’s for certain. You’d hazard a guess that the corded muscle of his forearms and the breadth of his shoulders are well-earned.

He holds the door open for you, which you tease him for as you slide onto the truck’s bench seat.

“Ain’t doin’ it ‘cause you’re incapable,” he drawls. “Or because you’re a lady,” he adds when he sees the glint in your eye.

“Oh yeah, cowboy?”

His grin is lopsided, a little dark. “Nah. I just think you deserve to be taken care of, s’all.”

You flush, the back of your neck burning, but you don’t fight the smile that threatens to break out. “Thank you, Joel.”

He shakes his head. He’s pretty sure, now, that if he plays his cards right, he’s found somethin’ special.

He waits three whole dates to take you to bed, and even then, it doesn’t start dirty.

“Let me get to know your body first, baby,” he urges when you ask him to fuck you rough. Instead, he takes you apart piece by piece. First with his tongue, and then his fingers. He brings you to the edge over and over, but never lets you fall.

After a while, you’re a broken record, pleas and sobs spilling from you.

“That’s music to my ears, darlin’,” he says, pulling his fingers out abruptly to see how your cunt throbs for him. He spits on your clit and watches it drip down to join the mess between your thighs.

“Please, please, Joel,” you beg.

“Please who now?”

“Please, sir,” you try, and are rewarded with his sharp grin. But not with an orgasm.

He slaps your cunt. “That’s more like it, baby. You remember who you’re talkin’ to, alright?”

You nod. “Yes, sir; thank you, sir.”

He shakes his head, sucking on your clit for a moment before pulling back to get a good look at you. “You do like a little pain, huh?”

“Would like more,” you say.

“Oh yeah? What would you let me do to you?”

“Anything, please, sir.”

He clicks his tongue at you. “Don’t go sayin’ that to someone you barely know. It’s okay to mean it when you trust somebody, but you’re gonna end up in more trouble than you bargain for if you pass that out like candy.”

“I do mean it.”

“Yeah? You’ll let me do this?” His open palm smacks across your face, leaving a sting tingling on your cheek and a lightness to your brain.

Tears spring to your eyes, but you nod frantically.

“What about this?” he grabs a nipple in his calloused fingers and yanks, twisting.

You yelp, but it trails off to a moan, and you nod.

“Goddamn, baby. S’good. But what about this?” He flicks open the switchblade he keeps in his pocket.

You jerk and whine, eyes wide and wet as he brings it to your breast. Your breathing falls shallow as you try to hold still, the point scraping the delicate skin as he circles it. But the look you’re giving him almost has him cumming in his pants like he were twenty years younger.

“Fuck, you weren’t kidding. I mean, you’ve gotta have limits; everyone does. But you just want me to hurt you, huh?” He digs the tip of the blade in a little on the side of your breast, cock throbbing as you gasp, and you both watch a tiny drop of blood bead and trickle down the blade.

He puts it away. “No,” he says when you whimper. “Not today. I ain’t prepared for all that.”

Joel doesn’t like to break his toys. Not permanently. Just enough that he can put them back together how he likes and then do it all over again.

“Don’t need to be prepared; just do it,” you whine.

He slaps you again and wrenches your head up with a hand in your hair. “First of all, I fuckin’ told you no. Second, I know you want to be a stupid little cunt for me, but I’m not about to cut you open without any goddamn first aid shit.”

He leans back and smacks the breast he had cut. He hits you over and over, alternating sides, until your chest burns, and you’re sobbing.

He looks you over briefly and then shoves his hand between your thighs. “You’re wetter than a slip ‘n slide, baby.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” you whisper.

“I know,” he says, and wipes the tears from your cheek with his thumb. He feels your cunt twitch when he brings his thumb to his mouth and sucks it clean.

It’s the last straw for him. He’s not opened you enough, but he has a feeling you’ll like it better this way anyway.

You cry out, back arching when he shoves into you. He meant to go slow, he really did, if only to drag out the anticipation. But you’re so warm. So wet. So he just stuffs himself inside.

It’s not that he doesn’t believe you love the pain; it’s just that he can’t resist feeling the evidence for himself. He slaps you across the face while you’re still processing his cock, and the resulting clench and jerk of your body drag a moan from him.

He holds back, regulates his urge to pull each whimper and scream from you, but it’s still so fucking good. It’s been a long time since he’s doled out real cruelty to a slut like you who loves to suffer.

When he finally lets you cum, it’s when he’s about to. He pulls out and spanks your cunt, granting his permission. As your pussy flutters desperately around nothing, he cums on it, watching the way it gets prettier as he paints it.

You black out for a minute. When you come to, he’s wiping you down gently with a warm washcloth, wicking the sweat off your face and chest before cleaning his cum from your curls. You whimper, and he grins, leaning over to steal a kiss.

Even after that first night, he goes slow. He can’t scare ya, not while you still have someplace to run. Plus, it’s so much easier if he starts planting the seeds for your training now.

He knows you’ll beg for it, anyway. He’s been getting the nastiest text messages from you. Part of it is the dopamine; he’s not stupid. But part of you really wants this shit. And the rest? Well. You’ll get there.

It’s the little things. He orders you a black decaf at the drive-thru when you ask for a latte. You start to correct him, like you think he’s made a mistake, but he gives you a look, and you shut your mouth immediately.

When he pulls away from the speaker, you look over at him again. “Sorry,” you mumble.

“Sorry…?”

You squirm a little, heart pounding, unsure if he’s really doing this at the Dunkin’ Donuts. “Sorry, sir.”

He smiles and rubs his hand on your thigh where it peeks out from your skirt. “Thanks, baby.”

And that’s all it takes. You take the cup when he hands it to you and you’re quick to say, “Thank you, sir,” even though the kid at the window is still passing things through to Joel and can clearly hear you.

     -fissured

It goes on like that for a couple of months, but it doesn’t all go so smoothly. One night, he picks you up from work and takes you to a restaurant, saying he wants to treat you. Halfway through the meal, he asks for your panties.

“What?” you say, shocked at his vulgar language in the dining room.

“Take ‘em off and hand ‘em to me.”

You go to stand, probably thinking you can go to the bathroom to obey.

He shakes his head, clicking his tongue in disapproval. “Right here, right now, baby.”

“Joel,” you hiss, sitting back down, “I can’t do that.”

He fixes you with a calm smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, raising one finger in the air. “I’ll give ya three choices. The first one, the one I’m going to advise you pick, is that you do it right now, and I’ll only punish ya for talkin’ back.”

“The second one,” he holds up another finger for emphasis, “is you can go to the bathroom to take ‘em off, but you’re gonna pay for it when we get home. The third one is where you don’t listen, we leave right now, and you learn to fuckin’ regret it.”

Your breathing is shallow, and your pretty eyes are shining. If he wasn’t fully hard before, he is now.

“I-I can’t,” you whimper. “Please, sir.”

“You got about thirty seconds to make up your mind.” The softness is gone—from his voice, from his face, from the set of his shoulders.

“Fuck,” you whisper, and you stand up. You’re only in the bathroom for a minute, and when you sit back down, you try to hand them to him under the table.

“Nah, that was only a choice if you were good,” he says, smirking and laying his expectant hand on the white linens.

Mortified, you ball them up tight in your fist and press them into his hand. He slides them into his pants pocket.

He doesn’t say anything else about it for the rest of dinner, asking instead about your projects at work and your visit with your parents over the holidays. You feel sick, barely eating a thing, and biting your lip to stave off the tears.

As soon as you’re in the truck, you start to cry. “I’m sorry, I was just scared and—”

“Shut up. You made your choice. You’re not sorry. You’re just afraid of the consequences.”

“N-no, I am sorry, I mean it.”

“You’re gonna have to prove it.” He doesn’t look at you on the drive home, doesn’t speak again. Doesn’t even turn the radio on; just listens to you sniffle.

When he parks, he sets his hand on your thigh. “Don’t worry, baby. I know you can be my good girl. All you gotta do is take your punishment and learn from it, okay?”

You sniffle again and nod, blinking through tear-laden lashes at him.

“So pretty when you cry for me,” he murmurs. He gets out and comes around to open your door, offering a hand to help you step down from the tall truck. You take it, and he holds on, leading you inside his house.

He sits sprawled on the couch, thighs parted wide to make room and waits until you’re comfortably kneeling between his legs. You’re sat in silence, head bowed, arms folded behind your back.

“Tell me what you did wrong today.”

This is a first, but not a last. Even on days when nothing egregious has happened, you will follow this ritual. He’ll ask for your sins, and you’ll confess. There will always be something you’ll owe him for.

“I argued when you gave me orders. I was disobedient.”

“Anything else I need to know about, baby?”

“No, sir.”

“Why’d you argue?”

“I was afraid. I’m sorry.”

“Save your grovelin’ for after, baby. Why were you afraid?”

“I didn’t want people to see. I didn’t want to get kicked out or arrested.”

“You think I’d let anything happen to you? You think I would have given you an order that put either of us at any kinda risk?”

Your face burns. “I—”

“I thought you trusted me.” He sounds hurt, and you’re a little nauseous when you look up to see his eyes wide and sad, lips turned into a wounded scowl.

Your shoulders slump. “I didn’t think. I panicked.”

“Hmm. Okay, I can work with that.”

You look up at him, brow scrunched and lips pouting as you try to parse his words.

He smiles. It’s cold, and his eyes are steel.

You swallow hard, and his grin widens, quirking into a smirk.

“Alright, baby. I got just the thing.”

He leads you into the ensuite. You kneel on the little rug by the tub while he fills it. You’re too afraid to ask what’s happening, so you just sit quietly. He leaves the room and doesn’t come back until the tub is nearly full, and you’re starting to worry that you were supposed to be monitoring it.

He comes back in, and once it’s nearing the lip of the tub, he turns off the faucet. He has you kneel on the top of the three steps leading up to the edge. It’s the most luxurious thing in this house, and you suspect he installed it custom so he could soak his aching muscles.

He bends you over the edge so you’re leaning close to the water and crouches down behind you. It’s a pleasant surprise when he spreads you wide and licks from your clit to your asshole.

He stays there for a few minutes, indulging in your wet cunt and the cries it draws from your lips. After he’s had his fill, he stands up and lubes up his cock before pushing his way into your ass. He’s generous with the lube but rarely preps you, since you both like it better when it hurts.

You’re writhing a little beneath him, wriggling your hips to try to ease the passage. Once he’s fully seated inside you, he grabs the back of your head and shoves it under the water before fucking hard into you.

You thrash, displacing water from the tub, until he yanks you back up.

You gasp for air and scrabble to get a grip on the wet tile, but he pushes you back down and groans at how tight you get while you’re struggling.

He pulls you roughly back up. “Gonna keep going until you stop makin’ a fuss.”

You go to protest, to panic, and he pushes you back down.

The next time he pulls you out, he spanks you until your skin is burning. “Fuckin’ trust me. You think I’m gonna let you drown?”

“No, sir,” you cry, but it’s garbled as he pushes you back down. You’re still fighting him each time.

He pulls you back out and repeats the beating. “Relax, or we’re gonna be here all night.”

He continues the process a few more times and then gives you a reprieve, letting go of your hair so you can rest your cheek against the cold edge of the tub while he pounds into you. He reaches and rubs featherlight circles around your clit until you’re softly moaning.

“You gonna trust me?”

“I’m trying, my body panics,” you pant.

“I’m not gonna let anything happen to ya. You hear me? You know you’re panicking, so focus on me instead.”

“Yes, sir.”

It shouldn’t make sense, but you think he’s long warped your brain anyway. The next time he pushes you underwater, you clench your fists tight and focus on what oxygen you do have, even if he knocks a little out with each thrust.

His hand in your hair is your anchor and buoy. You tense when you feel your body start to jerk, trying so hard to control it.

He pulls you up. “Just like that, baby. Again.”

It gets just a little easier each time. He leaves you under longer, until your lungs are burning, and you’re on the edge of gasping in water, but he pulls you out in time.

“Fuck, you’re doing so well.” He’s a little fascinated. He hadn’t really been sure it could be done or if your survival instincts would go into a frenzy. But here you are, letting him almost fucking drown you.

Not that he would.

Despite being balls deep in your tight little asshole, he isn’t trying to reach his orgasm. Not yet, staving off his pleasure so he can keep a clear head.

He keeps it up just a little longer. You’re getting tired and tolerating less and less time underwater. The last time he pulls you up, he pinches your clit and tells you to cum while he fills you.

He dunks you again while you cum, and you clamp down on him tighter than you have before, convulsing on his cock. When he pulls you back up, you’re gasping and sobbing. He pulls out and wraps you in a towel, easing you to the wet floor while he cleans up.

When he comes back to you, he helps you stand and dry off, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“So?”

Your brow furrows. It’s not what he usually asks after a punishment, but you think you know what he means. “I’m sorry. I trust you, I promise.”

“I know. M’so proud of you for taking that. You’re turning out so nicely, sweet thing.”

In the morning, you’re almost late to work after sucking him off when you should have been getting dressed. He’s about to walk out the door to head to the site when he hears your frustrated voice from the bedroom.

“Joel, where are my underwear? I need to fuckin’ leave.”

“I told you, baby. There was a price to pay when you picked the bathroom. Y’ain’t wearing ‘em anymore.”

“What?”

He doesn’t need to see you to smirk at the shocked expression he knows is on your face. “We’ll talk about it more tonight; I gotta run.”

     -avulsed

“Y’know, baby,” Joel says, leaning forward to rub your shoulder. “They just don’t fuckin’ appreciate you.”

You’re bent over, elbows on your knees, crying with your face buried in your hands. You sit up and sniffle, wiping the tears. “It’s fine; it’s not like I need to be coddled at work.”

All the stress of the PR world is getting to you, and you hate it, you fucking hate it, but you dropped 50k on a degree, so now you’re stuck.

“But they make you work all this overtime, cut your team in half, and then berate you when you can’t meet the client’s deadline? You do not deserve that, baby.”

You let him coax you into his lap, facing him so you can bury your face in his soft, worn tee. He rubs your back and holds your head to his chest.

“You’re too good to me,” you mumble.

“Nah, darlin’, I’ve told ya a thousand times. You deserve to be taken care of.” He presses a kiss to the top of your head. “I, well. I was thinkin’...”

You wait, but when he doesn’t pick back up, you sit up and look at him.

“I dunno. It’s nothin’,” he says.

“Please tell me?”

“Alright, fine. Now, I don’t want ya to feel any pressure. It’s just a thought. But maybe you should just quit and stay with me a while, ‘till you can find something better?”

You can’t tell if he’s joking. He must see something on your face, because he tips your chin up so you’re looking into his eyes.

“I know it’s sudden, but I mean it. Let me take care of ya while you figure shit out. We don’t gotta treat it like living together if y’ain’t ready. But I’d be open to that conversation, too.”

It doesn’t take much more than that. The first couple weeks, he lets you give it a try—searching for new degree programs, applying for jobs you know you’re overqualified for just to try something different.

After nothing pans out, he suggests you both take a week off. Him from work and you from the burden of trying to escape unemployment. Just relax, like a little staycation.

It’s bliss. You go on dates, eat pizza and marathon the “Jurassic Park” movies, and fuck like crazy.

On the third night, he sits you down. On his cock, of course. While you’re bouncing and brainless, he cups your cheek. “Baby, you’ve been too damn stressed still. What if we… well, what if we tried out a day or two like we’ve been talking about?”

Sometimes, you whisper to him in the darkness, usually while he’s balls deep, how you wish you could be his all the time. His good girl. His pet. And he whispers back, lures you right in with promises of taking care of everything, of you not having a worry or care in the world. Just him.

Now, he fondles your tits while he murmurs to you. “We can just wake up together, and I can take care of ya. Everything you need, baby. All you’d have to do is be good for me, yeah?”

You moan and grind down harder on his cock. “Please, sir. I want it more than anything. Just to be yours.”

“I know, sweetheart.”

Joel had no patience for brats, so he usually broke his toys in sooner into the training process. He liked ‘em nice and obedient—scared, if that’s what it took, but devoted. But you had been from the start—you wanted to be good in all the ways you could never seem to be to other people. Your family, your job, the world seemed to just demand more and more.

Joel was the first person to make you feel like you had actually, really, truly pleased him. There wasn’t a higher mark you should have made. There wasn’t any expectation for you to give more and more.

His orders were complete, always. You learned that very quickly. Attempts to go above and beyond were rebuked.

“If I wanted that, I woulda said so,” he told you. And like everything else, you committed his words to memory.

It helped that he gave praise freely. You didn’t have to wonder if he was satisfied, if you should have licked him differently, if you should have made prettier faces while you came. He reassured you until you believed him, and then kept going anyway.

It made it easier for him to slowly peel you away from the ungrateful world.

“You don’t have to take that,” he’d say after watching your face fall further and further while on the phone with your mom. “Family ain’t supposed to make you feel like shit.”

They made it too easy, really, and your relationship with them would have likely just fizzled out. But in the end, he had to step in and snap it off.

You asked him to come with you to dinner at their house. He was hesitant. He wasn’t really the boyfriend type. He wasn’t really even your boyfriend. That was too weird a word for either of you, not when he owned you.

But he knows you didn’t want to go alone, and he has a feeling he’ll be cleaning up the mess anyway.

You want to give them a chance. Things have been so tense, and they said they missed you. But they didn’t even make it through the entrée without ridiculing you.

When your father asks how work is going, you quietly confess to quitting, hastily reassuring them that you are looking for a new position. Though, and you keep this part to yourself, you maybe haven’t been trying that hard.

“What do you mean you quit? How are you paying your bills? You better not have come here to ask for money,” your father says, setting down his fork to glare at you.

“Well, I’ve been living with Joel,” you mumble to the tablecloth.

“I didn’t raise you to be a gold digger,” your mother chides.

Joel tries to bite his tongue and let them dig their own graves. But your father calls you a “fucking whore,” and he can’t stand it. Can’t stand the way you’re cowering in your chair, fighting back tears.

“You watch your mouth,” Joel snaps at your father.

You look up, mouth agape, eyes darting from Joel to your parents.

“Mind your business,” your dad tells him.

Joel stands up and throws his napkin on the table. “She is my fuckin’ business. I wouldn’t stand by and let anyone talk to her like that. You’re not an exception just because you managed to get it up long enough to cum in your wife.”

“Joel,” you whisper, tugging at his sleeve. You’re burning, melting on the spot, from the vulgar way he’s talking to them. For him, someone who’s always strict about manners and proper hospitality, to talk back like this? God, you think, he must really love you.

He puts a hand on the back of your neck and holds firmly as you lean into it. He rounds back on your parents. “You treat her like fuckin’ dirt beneath your feet, and I’m tired of it. You don’t deserve the fuckin’ dirt beneath her feet.”

He shoves his chair back and grabs your hand. “C’mon, baby; we’re leaving.”

You take it and stand up, letting him pull you along. Your father follows you into the foyer, and you try not to look at him while you shove your shoes on.

Joel holds your coat out while you slip into it, and you tune out whatever your dad is yelling now. You don’t want to hear it; you know it’s nasty, and your whole world has narrowed to Joel anyway.

He holds out the key. “Go wait in the truck, baby.”

And you do.

He comes out about five minutes later, red-faced and huffing with fury. He doesn’t say a word when he gets in; just throws the truck into reverse and pulls away. You both ignore the blood on his knuckles.

Once you’re on the road, he looks over at you and sighs. “C’mere, sweetheart.”

You unbuckle and slide over to the middle seat, tucking your hand between his warm body to curl around his arm. “I’m sorry,” you whisper.

“Whaddya sorry for? None of that was your fault.” He kisses the top of your head and cups your cheek at the stoplight. “It was gonna happen eventually, anyway.”

“Thank you.”

The rest of the ride home is silent while you breathe in his comforting musk and try to relax. But the tension is unrelenting, the horrible rotting feeling eating away at your spine.

He knows. Knows what you need, knows what he can do to seal this moment forever. He waits until he’s unzipping the pretty little cocktail dress you’d stressed over.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” he murmurs, breaking away from where he was sucking his claim down your neck to swap out your delicate necklace with his collar.

He unhooks the bra and kisses the marks he left behind with the cane, your penance for being allowed to wear it. It leaves you bare to him, and his hands turn greedy. He presses biting kisses against your lips while digging fingers into your bruises, swallowing your whimpers.

He grabs you by the neck and squeezes the sides of your throat, holding you to him while your vision blurs. When he lets go, you stumble, but his arm around your back holds you upright. He slaps your face with quick, sharp blows in rapid succession to keep you unsteady.

“Knees, hands behind your head,” he says, and lets go.

You fall but are quick to right yourself and take the position. He wastes no time, giving you another harsh smack before grabbing your hair and shoving his cock into your throat.

You choke and gag but keep your hands in place even as your head spins. You feel limp and grateful that he doesn’t seem to require any effort from you as he uses you without mercy.

“Look at you. You’ve got my whole cock down your throat. You’re so fuckin’ good for me.”

Your eyes are already glazed over, and you moan your appreciation around him.

He pulls out and hauls you to your feet. “I know what you need, sweetheart. Get your ass downstairs.”

He fucks you, beats you, uses you wherever he wants. But the basement is where he keeps the heavy equipment and where you know you’re about to have your mind and body pushed to the absolute limit.

You’re ready, he thinks, when he gets down and finds you waiting perfectly in place for him, eyes wide like he’s descended from on high. He jerks a thumb to the wooden post, and you meet him there.

“Forget about what they want you to be,” he murmurs as he closes the steel cuffs around your ankles. “You know what you want, baby. Right?”

“Mhm,” you nod, already slipping away into that safe place only Joel can get you to.

“What do you want to be?” he asks, binding your arms up over your head to the eye bolt at the top of the post.

“Yours.” It’s half-whisper, half-whine.

“Yeah? You just wanna be mine? You don’t want to get a new job?”

“No,” you finally confess. “But—”

“But what, baby? If you say somethin’ about money or bills, I’m gonna be mighty unhappy.”

You bite your lip. “I’m scared one day, you’ll wake up and not want me anymore.”

“That’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever said, sweetheart. You think I put all this work into helpin’ you, into teaching you how to be mine, just to toss ya out? You’re hurtin’ my feelings.”

“I’m sorry,” you say automatically.

He slides a silicone cock into the bracket lined right up with your mouth. It’s a fairly standard size, since he knows you’re going to thrash around and doesn’t want you gagging too much and throwing up.

Your torso gets tied to the post by your tits, the wood nestled between them and rope woven around. Securing you there forces your head onto the toy, but he doesn’t make you take it all the way. You keep your mouth open and don’t move closer or further, waiting for his command.

“Suck on it whenever you’d like. You’re going to need it.”

Your eyes roll back a little at his promise. If he thinks you’re going to need something in your mouth to self-soothe, you’re in for an absolutely amazing time.

“Focus on me. That’s all you’ll need to do from now on, baby. No more worries in that pretty little head, okay?”

The first strike is a warm-up. When you feel the lash of his favorite whip lick your ass, you moan. It’s a moderately short signal whip that he wields like a fucking pro. His warmups are quick but thorough, and you’re squirming when he moves on to your thighs and shoulders.

“Already?” he says, laughing when you whine around the silicone cock.

You’re absentmindedly sucking on it when he starts a harsher assault. A particularly sharp strike stings at the valley where your ass meets your thighs, and you yelp, jerking a little and gagging yourself on the dildo.

His smirk burns into your back as the cry melts into a moan, and you writhe a little, trying to get friction where you need it most. What you get, though, is the tip of the whip against your cunt.

By the time he moves around to your tits, they’re covered in spit, heaving with the effort of holding back your orgasm. He comes up to you first, and pinches at your nipples.

“Aw, does my dumb little cunt want to cum?” He croons, tugging and twisting until you moan. He laughs when all you can get out is a muffled “mhm.”

“Tell ya what. You can cum all you want while I hurt you tonight, okay?”

He punctuates it with a particularly cruel pinch, and that, combined with his permission, is all you need to let the pleasure shudder through you.

“Yeah? You gonna get off to being my little toy? Gonna let me do whatever I want?”

You moan around the fake cock, easing it further into your throat.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” He doesn’t give a warm-up on your tits, figuring you’re already so far gone it doesn’t fuckin’ matter.

He’s right. The first lash is harsh, a welt blooming across the top of your breast in its wake, but you groan, trying to press your cunt up against the post for any relief.

You don’t need it, though. He brings you to your peak again with the skilled flick of his wrist, landing blows across the fat of your breasts. He waits until you’re mid-orgasm to bring the whip hard across your nipples.

The resulting wail almost makes him cum in his pants. He does it only twice more, relishing in your agony, but restraining himself from just letting loose. Not with the whip, as much as he’d like to. Maybe later with a flogger.

Once he’s taken it as far as he’s willing to risk, he moves back around to give the rest of you the same treatment. The hardest hits push you over the edge, and by the time his arm is getting tired, you’re sobbing and writhing in your restraints, overstimulated in every way.

He unlatches your ankles first, helping you find steady footing before untying your wrists and torso. You drop to your knees and open your mouth, throat aching for his cock after the tease of the toy.

He doesn’t have the willpower to torment you by denying it tonight. Instead, he nearly pops the button off his jeans in his urgency to pull his cock out and shove it as far down your throat as he can.

Your arms find their place behind your back, and you just take it. He fucks into you without restraint. It’s filthy, from the mess you’re making to the wet choking sounds he pushes out of you with each thrust.

You’re shaking, and he pulls out abruptly.

“I said while I’m hurting you. You don’t get to just cum from getting facefucked.”

“Then hurt me, please,” you sob. It’s right there; you’re so close.

He slaps you across the face and laughs as you cum, shoving back into your throat while you’re still riding out the aftershocks.

He pulls back out, and you whine until he yanks you up by the bicep and pushes you over to the padded bench, bending you over it and shoving into your sopping cunt.

“Still disappointed?” he teases.

“N-no,” you pant. “Please hurt me.”

“Beg me properly, greedy little cunt.”

You clench around him just at the words, but obey. “Please, sir, please hurt me so I can cum. Please.”

“I’ve been hurtin’ you all night, baby,” he says, voice thick with false pity. “Don’t you want me to be gentle with you now?” He can feel how hard you’re trying not to cum as he mocks you.

“No,” you sob. “No, love me, hurt me, please.”

It’s got an edge of desperation and heartbreak to it that he just loves.

He smacks your already bruising ass until you sob harder, shaking uncontrollably as you cum. He wraps his hands around your throat and fucks you through it until he cums, hips stuttering, and filling your cunt with his spend.

He lets himself collapse a little on top of you, pinning you with his weight against the bench with his softening cock still buried in you. “Feel loved now?”

You’re still crying, and when he folds his arms around your chest, elbows resting on the table, you cling to him. “Love you,” you murmur over and over, pressing kisses up and down his forearms.

He nuzzles his face into your neck, kissing and sucking at you. “I know, baby. You know I love ya.” He’s half-hard—not something that happens a lot anymore at his age, so he’s not gonna waste it. He pulls out just to manhandle you up onto the bench on your back, climbing up between your legs and shoving back in.

It’s a little sloppy until he’s fully hard again; your combined cream making things a little too slippery. Once he’s erect, though, he sets a punishing pace, folding you in half with your legs up by your ears. He works your clit with his hand, relishing in the way you’re fucking exhausted and overstimulated, but your poor clit’s been neglected. It means he can twist and pull on it, tugging until you give him more and more, until you’re sobbing for mercy that you know you’ll never get.

He doesn’t ease up until he pulls out to cum over your tits and face.

“Mine,” he snarls, shoving his fingers into your swollen cunt and feeding you what’s left of his first orgasm and your… well, he’s not really sure how many. A fuckin’ lot. “You’re all mine. Little fuckin’ toy to do whatever I want, right?”

You’re still gasping for breath, having been half-suffocated in that position, but when you look at him, it’s like he’s a fucking god. “Yes, sir.”

     -broken

The day had started out fine.

He’d laid out a dress for you to wear. Sometimes, he made you go around bare for a while, just to fuck with your head a little, but he prefers to unwrap you like a present.

Plus, the sight of you crawling around in nothing but a slutty, barely-there dress is picture-fuckin’-perfect. He’d know; he’s got a bunch of ‘em on his phone.

And crawl, you do. You haven’t been allowed to walk further than a couple of feet in a long time. There’s penance to be paid if you can’t avoid it.

Joel collects your penance whenever possible, gathering what’s owed for your sins and dealing out forgiveness when it's settled. It’s how he shows his love.

And he does love you. How could he not? Such a perfect little toy. He’s spent so much time training you right to be his prized possession.

He knew it’d happen eventually, so when you commit one of the worst offenses, he has to make it count. You were testing your limits, of course; he had expected it. He had expected it months ago. It was worse now, after you’d been so good and earned so much trust. But now that you’d been nothing but his for two months, you had finally fucked up.

Your punishments were never painful. Okay, they weren’t pain-focused. Sometimes, he had to put you over his knee to let his frustration out before he could give you a proper punishment. But the pain wasn’t the point—you both liked it too damn much. No matter how much farther he took it than a regular session, and no matter how sick you were with guilt, you were always a soaking wet mess after a beating.

This time would have to be different, though.

It was time to finally break you.

He knew as soon as he got home. Not the particulars, but that you’d made a huge mistake.

On the surface, nothing was amiss. You were knelt by the door in your pretty little dress, a short number in navy blue. You had your head down and arms folded behind your back in perfect posture.

But something was off. It didn’t feel like you were happy he was home. And he was pretty sure there would only be one reason for that.

He hung up his keys but didn’t bother to take off his shoes, coming to stand in front of you. “What’d you do?”

You flinch and have to re-tense to hold the position as a sob escapes you. Your hands are balled into fists to fight the urge to cover your face. “I’m sorry.”

“I didn’t ask if you were sorry. I asked what you did.”

If it were still the early days, when this shit usually happened, he might have been just a little softer. At least until he coaxed the confession from you, anyway. But you were in too deep, now, too entangled in this life that he had little patience for your reticence.

“I—”

“I recommend you spit it out. You’ll tell me in the end, anyway.”

You start to cry. “I can’t say it.”

“You better figure it out pretty fuckin’ fast, little girl.”

“I had an orgasm,” you blurt, whimpers escalating to sobs.

He pauses. It’s worse than he thought. The rush of disappointment and anger sends his heart racing, and his fingers flex in longing for a cane.

“Did you enjoy it?” he says.

It catches you off guard. “No, I promise.”

“That’s too bad, ‘cause it’s the last one you’re gonna have for a while.”

You aren’t surprised; you’re actually relieved. Of course, of course he’ll fix you.

He finally takes his shoes off and sets his phone on the counter, beckoning you to follow him to the living room. Taking his seat on the couch, he waits until you’re settled at his feet.

“Why’d you do that, baby?”

“I-I didn’t mean to. I was edging for the last time today, and I don’t know what happened. It was just there, and I knew it, I knew it was coming, and I—” You choke on the guilt, the grief.

“You what?”

“I don’t know. I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t convince myself to stop. I kept thinking ‘no, you stupid cunt,’ but I couldn’t pull my hand away.”

He regards you for a moment. He’s burning inside, but trying to calculate the most effective approach.

“Thank you for telling me right away,” he says, but even though he means it, the words are cold and clipped. “Which hand?”

You look at him, eyes wide and brows furrowed. “What?”

“Which hand did you use? Give it to me.”

You lift up your right hand, and he cradles it in his.

“Listen close.” He waits until he’s sure you’re focused on him, on his words.

This is where things have fallen apart in the past. No amount of training and manipulation can get someone across this hurdle; they have to mean it. The last thing he wants is someone running to the police because they don’t fucking understand how serious he is.

“This is going to be your last chance to back out. I will stop right now and let you pack your shit and leave. But if you stay, you’re agreeing to anything I do to you past this point.”

You bite your lip, stomach churning. “You’re scaring me,” you whisper.

“Good. You should be scared. What you’ve done is one of the worst things you could have. That’s got some serious consequences, baby.”

“What’re you going to do?”

“I gotta hurt you. Bad. Y’ain’t going to like this; I can promise you that. I can’t punish your cunt because you’re such a stupid pain slut; anything short of permanent damage is gonna make you wet. And I’m not lookin’ to do permanent damage.”

Your lip trembles, heart pounding. You’ve never been so afraid, but you’re also enthralled. Lured in by the timbre of his voice and the salvation it’s promising.

He squeezes your hand where he’s still holding onto you. “I’m going to break one of your fingers.”

Your heart falters, blood rushing. “Oh god,” you whisper, shaking your head. Instinctively, you tug back on your hand, but he grasps it tight, tight enough that you feel the bones grind under his large fingers.

“It’s up to you. That’s half the price for forgiveness. The rest is gonna be spending the night alone.”

Somehow, that sounds worse. You can’t breathe.

“Gotta choose, baby. You wanna go? I’ll pay for a cab. You can walk away, but you can’t ever come back.”

You think you might be drowning. Leave? How could you leave? There’s no debate in your head; you have nothing without Joel. Nowhere to go, no one to turn to. And the idea of losing him feels catastrophic.

You’re crying again, and you’re vaguely aware of his soothing voice trying to coach you through breathing. When you focus on him, just like he’s taught you, you start to calm down.

It’s Joel, you think. He’ll take care of you. And he said he didn’t want permanent damage. You just have to suffer for your betrayal and he’ll forgive you.

“I think I might throw up,” you warn him.

He sighs, the fear of losing you flooding away, taking some of his anger with it. “We’ll do it in the bathroom.”

He stands up, and you follow, albeit slowly, as the wave of nausea rises. You do throw up as soon as you get in the bathroom, thankfully making it to the toilet. He holds your hair and rubs his hand across your shoulder blades.

“It’s okay, baby, get it out of your system. You’re being so brave for me,” he croons. He helps you up to sit on the edge of the tub and gets you a little cup of mouthwash.

“I’ll help you brush your teeth after,” he promises. “I’d do it now, but, well. You’re probably going to puke again.”

When you’re done swishing the mouthwash, when it’s all turned to foam and you’ve spit it back in the cup, he swaps you for water. You rinse and spit that, too.

He’s laid a few things out on the counter. You feel dizzy all over again. Something tells you the comfort you feel is wrong, but he’s prepared an ice pack and medical tape, and has four little ibuprofen out next to another cup of water.

The other, louder part of you is whispering, see? He’ll take care of you. The act of wondering what’s wrong with you feels like a farce. You’re thinking it because you think you should, just going through the motions.

He takes off his belt and brings it to your mouth. You clench it between your teeth, letting a shaky breath through. His hand cups your cheek, and you lean into the warmth.

“I knew you were somethin’ special,” he whispers. You’re not sure he meant to.

Your whole body is shaking uncontrollably. He watches you for a moment, worried you’re going to faint, and then sits on the floor with his back against the tub, pulling you into his lap. He lays you back against his chest, caging you in with his arms and thighs. The ice pack sits to his right, already popped and frozen. Waiting.

Gently, he lifts your hand and brings it in front of your chest, taking it in his left. It’s a macabre mockery, the way he cradles it in his palm, fingers wrapped around the sides. In his right hand, he notches his thumb on the knuckle of your middle finger, bringing the other fingers in below it.

He doesn’t drag it out, doesn’t take pleasure in your terror. When he moves, it’s faster than a gunshot. Your scream is raw, breaking free from the spaces between your teeth and the belt. The taste of leather will remind you of this moment for the rest of your life.

He has the ice pack on it before you mentally register that it’s over. You’re sobbing. Horribly, he’s right, and you are sick again. He holds your hair in one fist, holding the ice pack to your mangled hand in the other.

When you’re done, he pulls you back against him, wrapping his limbs around you in a perverse embrace as you shake harder. With his free hand, he brings a damp, cool cloth to your face, cleaning you of the viscera of your sickness.

He’s shushing you, head bent close to your ear. “It’s alright, baby, it’s over. You did so good. I’m so proud. I love you so much.”

It’s good that he doesn’t expect an answer because he doesn’t get one. You’re too lost in the pain and shock.

When it’s time to take a break from the ice, he grabs the medical tape and wraps it around your index and middle fingers. You cry out again as he jostles the break. Once he’s splinted it, he lowers your hand gently to your lap so he can grab the medicine.

“I can’t; I’ll throw up again,” you say, voice cracking.

“Don’t have a choice, baby. Gotta keep the swelling down.”

He feeds you each pill, one by one, chasing them with sips of water.

You look so sad and precious that he almost feels bad. Unfortunately, he’s also rock fucking hard, so he shifts you a little to pull his dick out.

You don’t say anything when he lifts you to lower you on it. He’s careful, trying not to shake you around too much. He was right; you didn’t enjoy this pain. You’ve never been this dry for him before, and you whimper pathetically at the pinch and sting of his girth.

You may be worn out and in agony, but your cunt doesn’t get the message. He grins when he feels you getting wet and clenching around him. He doesn’t push it though, doesn’t torment you, just fucks up into you gently until he fills you.

You’re limp against him now, and he presses a kiss into your hair. “You may have to walk for a bit,” he muses. “But I’ll cap your penance at ten.”

You wince. Ten strokes with the cane on the soles of your feet every day until your finger heals? You usually only owe enough for two or three. It is a mercy, though, so you nod and thank him.

Joel can hardly contain the way his chest is flooding with warmth. You’re so close; he can feel it. So close to being completely his to put together just the way he likes.

He can’t wait to take you to The Pit.

     -kintsugi

You’re cold. So cold. You’re curled in on yourself, tucked into a corner in the hopes that you’d be able to keep warmer. Your whole right hand throbs.

Moonlight only cuts across the corner, but it’s a comfort still. The soil is loose and you keep shuddering, feeling the tickle of a dozen phantom insects.

Worst of all, your chest aches, like he may as well have hewn you open. Dry sobs work their way free every now and then, leaving your mouth tacky and your throat full of cotton.

The only rest you get is when you blessedly pass out. Every time you close your eyes voluntarily, you see the heartbroken look on his face when you begged him not to leave you there.

“I wish I didn’t have to. I wish you hadn’t broken my trust and I could keep you close, baby. But you’re never going to learn how to be good if I don’t show ya.”

Bad, I’m bad, he doesn’t want me anymore, you think to no end.

When the sun starts to rise, you’re limp, still in your corner. You barely turn your head when a shadow falls over The Pit, but your heart starts to pound when the lock clicks, and Joel raises the gate.

“Oh, baby,” he says, soft and sorrowful. “C’mere.” He reaches out a hand, and you scramble to him, letting him take your left arm in his grasp and pull you out. You move immediately to your knees, body bent forward as your knotted muscles protest. He scoots his boot out of the danger zone near your broken finger.

You keep whispering, a broken record of “Sorry, please, I’m so sorry.”

He picks you up and holds you to his chest, shushing until you fall quiet. It doesn’t take longer than a few seconds as your brain desperately clings to any scrap, any way you can be good for him.

He brushes the loose dirt from you before going inside and upstairs to the ensuite. He sets you on the little rug next to the full garden tub, and he tests the water with his fingers before peeling his clothes off.

You flex your left hand, balling it in and out of a fist. You’ve never been particularly ambidextrous and wonder how you’re going to wash him without falling in or hurting your hand.

Before he gets in, he feeds you four more little red pills. Once he’s settled, he reaches out and guides you carefully by the waist, pulling you into his lap in the warm water.

That’s all it takes for you to start crying again. He doesn’t try to quiet you; just holds you there against his chest and lets you sob.

By the time you’ve calmed, the water has cooled, but instead of getting out, he just drains a little and runs more hot water.

Joel tips your chin up gently with the knuckle of his index finger. “You ready to be my good girl again?”

You nod, lip trembling.

Joel does nothing you hadn’t asked for. The trouble for you was that you asked for too much. Gave him too much. And it was far too late to get any of it back.

He gave what he could, though. Couldn’t replace what he’d taken, so he pours himself in the cracks, puts you back together with a firm hand and loving care. Sure, his love doesn’t look like what you’re used to, but he knows you see it for what it is.

“I know, baby. You took that all so well. Don’t worry,” he pauses to kiss you, “I forgive you. My perfect little toy.”

pls be nice, I'm so nervous about this.

[lonophobic]

“should’ve just begged for me in the first place, huh?”

tartaglia x male reader

tw: smut (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT), top male reader, reader is a sadist, but tartag is a masochist so its all good lmao, binding, crying, begging, overstimulation, orgasm denial, nipple play, reader is mentioned to be a half-god, childe is called a whore once, childe is called ajax for this fic, i think thats it but im not sure lmao

genre: smut (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)

summary: uhh plotless smut lol childe radiates bottom energy so much

a/n: this was supposed to be a small little thirst. small. idk what happened.

part 2!

!not proofread

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y/n could hear ajax’s sobs as his tip leaked precum, a white puddle already resting on his stomach from the previous orgasms. his hands were tied behind his back, immobilizing him and rendering him helpless. you were still thrusting into his tight hole, the two of you covered in a thin layer of sweat. ajax’s back was leaning against the bed frame, yet his head was hanging down as you could hear his pants and soft sniffles. he didn’t even know how many times he had cum that night already, all he knew was that he wanted more- needed more. he felt you slow down, and as he was about to start complaining, he felt your lips against his, bringing him into a surprisingly soft kiss, which was a large contrast to how the two of you looked at that moment. tounges danced with each other as ajax could feel your dick twitch inside him. you pulled back, quickening your pace with a soft groan. you glanced at ajax’s tear- streaked face, then let go of one of his thighs you were holding up to trail up his chest until you were brushing your fingers against his hard nipples, which brought a raspy whimper up his throat. he was getting lost in the moment when you suddenly pinched his nipple, hard. you felt him tighten around you, letting out a hoarse moan while he threw his head back, hearing a bump from his head hitting the bed frame. you put your hand back to his thigh to hold it back up, and replaced your fingers with your mouth- licking, sucking, and biting the hardened nub. you heard him let out another sob as he spasmed around your cock, his cum being so thin at this point that he might as well be squirting water. his back arched off the bed frame, and you slowed down your thrusts until they came to a stop. you were a bit tired too- you cummed quite a bit already inside the harbinger. you were about to pull out to get cleaned up, but you felt your boyfriend bite your neck, keeping you in place.

“where do you think you’re going? i thought you said you’d fuck me dumb today. i expected more from a half-god.”

this made you chuckle- you’ve never met anyone else in your entire eternal life who could handle more rounds than ajax. it made you amused, excitement bubbling from your core.

“fine. we can go further. but-if you really want me to go harder-“

you paused to lean down and kiss his temple, leaning a bit further down to be right next to his ear to whisper-

“you’re gonna have to beg for it, you little whore.”

this sent shivers down ajax’s spine; he smirked, and replied with a snarky response.

“you’ll never see me beg for a good fucking, shouldn’t you just give it to me?”

~

ajax was squirming, openly sobbing. as much as he regretted saying those words to you, every inch of his body seemed to love it. he had been denied orgasm after orgasm, your thrusting and hand jerking him off stopping right at the edge. it was driving him crazy- his eyes rolled to the back of his head, head tilting back as far as it could go before the bed frame stopped it. his mouth open wide as it spilled moan after moan, taking in huge gulps of air as he was fucked right to the edge, just to be pulled back. his tears were falling freely off of his eyes onto his cheeks, mind hazy from the intense feeling he was getting. he could barely process you were talking to him, but your hand gripping his chin to make him face you brought him back to reality.

“you want to cum?”

this sounded like a miracle to ajax; he had been on the edge for archons know how long, hours probably. he was willing to do anything for release at this point.

“YES-yesyesyes, please- please- i’m sorry i said that to you- pleasepleasepleaseplease just let me cum,”

he blurted out, tightening around the cock that had been ruining his insides for the past several hours. this seemed to satisfy you, and you leaned down to kiss his forehead with a soft smile.

“finally decided to listen, huh? well, i guess i could help you, since i’ve had my fun.”

you helped to shift ajax so that he was on his back, and retying his restraints so that they were tied against the bed frame. you suddenly brought his knees to his shoulders, which made ajax stiffen in surprise. when you slammed yourself back inside, he let out a loud, raspy moan that was almost a shout. you gave him no time to recover, pulling out until just the tip of your cock was inside and harshly trusting all the way back in. ajax could feel you so much deeper inside, your tip pressing against his prostate. he moaned loudly at every thrust, hearing the flesh of your hips snap against his bruised ass. you put his legs on your shoulders and leaning down so you could bite at his neck, hard enough to draw blood. you felt ajax’s back lift off of the bed as you sucked on the spot you had bit as you whispered soft praises into his ear, which were hardly processed by the ginger. you glanced down, seeing his stomach bulge with each thrust. as you bit down on another spot, you pressed down on the bulge, which finally pushed ajax over the edge. he screamed, sticky white liquid squirting from his tip. he clenched down hard on your cock, which made you cum as well with a moan. the two of you sat there for a minute, both panting as you calmed down from your highs. after a minute, he heard you chuckle.

“should’ve just begged for me in the first place, huh?”

you heard him laugh weakly, his voice raspy as he responded.

“i’ll be sure to get you back sometime.”

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words: 996

damn i just wanted bottom childe and this is what my rotting brain created 🧍

planning a part 2 where foul legacy!childe tests the limits of his half-god boyfriend 🤗

edit: forgot to add tags lmao

[wonbons]

Special Session ▪︎ s.es

pairings: tattooartist!eunseok x fem!reader

genre: smut, slight enemies to lovers mdni

summary: eunseok gets horny while tattooing you.

warnings: degradation kink, dirty talks, brat tamer, size kink if you squint, harsh words, needles, masochist, nipple play, fingering

also posted on ao3!

notes: my first smut, please give me some advice! also, please let me know if i missed any warnings. enjoyyyy!

this one's for melody @wontonstaro

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You don’t even know why you love suffering like this. Laying on the bed, while Eunseok, your forever favorite tattoo artist is doing his job. This time, it’s your stomach.

“You’re indeed a masochist, Y/N.” Eunseok commented.

“Oh, shut up. If I’m a masochist, then what are you? Must be a sadist in disguise.” You try to bear the pain. Hand palming your forehead while you bite your bottom lip.

Eunseok looks so tense since your session start. You don’t bother to ask though, he is so hot when he’s serious like this.

You feel the needle hits your sensitive spot on your tummy, it hurts like hell. You arched your back in response, grunting, and covering your mouth with your hand, your other hand is holding the chair’s armrest.

Eunseok swore he’s never been this hard before. The view of you arching your back… and your fucked up face…

If he wasn’t insane before, he is already insane now.

However, he needs to be professional. He tries so hard to finish the masterpiece on your skin.

“Oh my God.” You moan to your hand. Making it even harder for Eunseok now, but you know what?

He survived until the end! Eunseok will definitely gave himself a pat in the head later.

“Done, silly.” He bandaged your tattoo with a clear tape. “You know what to do and not do.”

“The pain felt nice.” You joke around while observing Eunseok. He’s sweating in his black tank top and grey sweatpants. Giving you the best view of his body line. You really wonder why is he sweating, though… the air conditioner is cold enough for you, why would he be visibly sweating like that?

Not that you complain, again, no one can’t deny that Eunseok is one of the hottest tattoo artists in town. Your friends barely get an appointment spot, but since you know him since he’s still a small business, you always manage to book an appointment with him.

“So, you really are a masochist.” Eunseok scoffed.

“Chill out, Mr. Sadistic Night.” You check yourself out in the mirror in his studio.

“Not the Diabolik Lovers references, please.” Eunseok laughed and stood behind you. “Do you like my work?”

You gulped to the fact that Eunseok is towering you. Why does he look ten times hotter? Why do you lowkey hope that he hugs your waist and maybe place his head on the crook of your ne—

“I won’t pay if I don’t.” You snapped yourself back to reality.

“Is that a threat?”

“If you think so.” You turn around to face him. “Do you have another client today?” You almost want to disappear after you said that. Why would you even ask that as if you’re going to have him if he doesn’t have another client coming out?

“I’m actually closed at this hour, dumbass. I made an exception for you.” He pinched your nose lightly.

“Oh, right! It’s twelve thirty now.” You checked the clock in his studio and grin. “I better be going.”

“It’s late, though. Do you want to stay the night?” Eunseok tries to check if he’s not the only one who feels this way.

You raised an eyebrow and took a step forward. Making your body so close to him now that you could feel his bulge down there. The bulge that you’ve noticed since the beginning of your session.

“Stay the night? With you?” You asked so softly while looking at his eye, his lips, and to his other eye.

Oh, you’re so wrong for using that method to him.

The next thing you know is that you are in his bedroom, eating each other’s face now. You’re laying down on his bed, hands pushing down his nape so you could kiss him deeper. The kiss is so passionate and aggressive. You grab his hair, making him groans in your kiss. His hand is traveling underneath your white tank top, squishing your breast slowly, and then pinch your nipple so lightly.

You moan from the pleasure, Eunseok took this as an opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. You try to win the fight, but he is so much more dominant that you give up your tongue and just whine.

Eunseok pulls himself from the kiss, now he uses both hands to play with your breasts. “Do you want this?” He continues to tease your nipple with his thumb.

You can’t give a proper response since your head is spinning from the pleasure alone. You nod while try to hold back your moans.

“I need your words, baby…” Eunseok smirks at your already fucked up face.

“Oh, shut up. You know that we want to fuck each other.” You glare at him.

“Is that so?” Eunseok lets out a chuckle. “Don’t blame me if I lose my self-control towards you.”

“I don’t ca—fuck!” You can feel his tongue circling your nipple, gently sucking, and sometimes nibbling it with his teeth. You let out a little moan and arch your back in response.

“Do you have any idea of how hot you look when you arch your back earlier in our session?” He stares down at you and you try to stare back. His eyes look different than usual, this time they’re more… narrow? And dark?

You couldn’t even answer his question, you’re busy admiring his handsome face. God really took His time when he sculpted Eunseok.

“You’re walking in with that silly see-through jacket and white tank top…” His voice is one pitch lower too now. “You have no idea of the power you have on me.”

“Is that why you always look bothered during our sessions?” You smirked, acting so brave.

“You have no idea of how many times I imagine this moment to happen, Y/N.”

“Then cherish it, Eunseok. Fuck me like what you always been imagining all these times.”

That’s it.

That’s all he needs to set off the animal in him.

Eunseok went back to your breasts and aggressively sucks the nipple. You finally let out a real moan this time. The one that Eunseok wanted.

He took his top first. Then he’s taking off yours and get back to his original position where his body is between your legs. That makes his job a lot easier in term of sliding your shorts down.

Eunseok plays with your clothed cunt. He massages the sides slowly while looking at your face, waiting for any reaction.

“Stop teasing, please.” You shut your eyes and unconsciously raise your hips.

“Aww... Do you want me that bad, baby?” He slides your panties down. You can feel he’s staring at you since your faces are so close.

He starts to finger your cunt and tries to find your g-spot while stroking your clit too. Now your hips are uncontrollable. Eunseok is enjoying the view very much, he looks so proud of himself.

The worst part is he found the spot. That fast.

“Eunseok—nghh!” You can’t hold your voice now. The pleasure is too much.

“That’s right, say my name.” Eunseok chuckled. While you suffer to even open your eyes. “You look so pretty when you’re all fucked up like this. And from my fingers only? Tsk, tsk, tsk… baby, you’re so needy.”

“Shut u-up.” Your voice is trembling. You feel like you almost reach your climax, but Eunseok stop.

You whine and gave him your puppy eyes.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that. I want you to cum with me.” Eunseok finally opens his sweatpants. You would be lying if you say you’re not surprised of his size. He’s a lot bigger than you thought.

“Enjoying the view?”

“Ugh, I hate you so much.” You scoffed.

Eunseok pulls out a condom from his pocket, slide it into his cock, and get back to his position again.

This time, he doesn’t put your legs on his waist. He put them on his shoulders instead.

“Are you ready?” He asked while holding your chin softly.

“Yes.” You answered.

“Beg for it, then.” He’s testing your patience.

��Just fuck me already, goddamn it!” You’re impatient about this.

“Oh, looks like someone got a serious attitude problem.” Eunseok holds both of your hand down above your head with just one hand. “Let’s see where that attitude of yours will bring you, baby.”

You clench over nothing just from his mean threats.

He slides his cock in. Even if he’s mean, he gave you some time to adjust, he stays still. Waiting for you to—

“Oh, what a coward. Fuck me senseless alread—”

He pounds so hard and fast into your already dripping cunt. You were surprised by his action. You manage moan his name between the unformed words you try to say.

“Aww… my baby is crying already?” Eunseok mocks you. “How does it feel to be fucked so senseless?”

You whine and moan in response, “Euns—ahh! N-nghh…” Unable to form any word, your brain is full of Eunseok’s name and this high feeling.

“Look at you, you can’t even say any word properly... Looks like I fuck you so damn good that you can’t even remember anything...” He caresses your jaw with his free hand. “Come on, do it again.”

“Eunseok…” You say between your breaths.

“Louder.” Eunseok pounds harder and you can feel him so deep inside you. Stroking every right spot inside of your pussy.

Eunseok almost die to the sight of him deep inside your pussy like this. This is truly a dream come true for him.

“Mmm-ahh—Eunseok!” You’re so helpless. You can’t grab his hair. You can’t kiss him. You can’t talk back.

“That’s right, baby.” His pounds are animalistic now. Eunseok is also chasing his high, his breathe is starting to sound heavy. “Cum with me, baby.”

You’re a moaning mess. All these pleasures make your mind foggy. You could feel your climax is building up.

“Eunseok… nghh, Eunseok…” Your breath is panting. Your body trembles. “Eunseok!”

“Aangh, Y/N!” He reached his high at the same time with you.

Eunseok pulls out and walk into the bathroom, finding a towel and damp it in warm water. He came back and clean you up gently.

“Did I get too rough—”

“No, shut up. It was my best sex ever.” You admitted shyly.

“So, you really like it rough, huh?” He giggled.

“Stop.” You try to throw a pillow at him, but he dodged it.

“You’re really a freak in bed, Y/N. Degradations got you clenching over nothing, that’s cra—”

“I’m not paying you.”

Eunseok burst out a laugh. “You paid, though.”

You gave him a confused look. “Fuck you mean I paid?”

“You got me sex drunk earlier, it was more than enough.” Eunseok explained. He’s done cleaning you up.

“What a weirdo.”

“Do you like me, Y/N?” He asked so suddenly while snuggling up to you now.

“What kind of question is that?”

“Can’t you just answer?”

“Why do you think I’ve been so loyal to you since day one?” You questioned him back.

He gasped. “You’re a cheater?”

“Even to my hair salon.”

“Oh my!” Eunseok’s reaction makes you laugh now.

“Well, then let’s make this serious, yes or oui?” Eunseok breaths in the crook of your neck.

“Beg for it, then.” You make him taste his own medicine.

“Oh, you’re so mean, Y/N!”

—

© wonbons, 20231026

[evereinefaust]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡-𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧~ ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Laito Sakamaki X afab!Reader

Trigger Warning: Underage

Synopsis: When a certain vampire decided to finally mark what's his.

Word Count: 1,723

"Bitch-chan~"

Laito teleported into the music room where he always plays the piano. Inside the room was a [s/c] girl around 16-years-old with [h/l] [h/c] hair. Her hair had an [f/c] highlight on the bottom of it. The redhead smirk when the sweet tune entered his ear as [Name] played the piano gracefully.

"What a beautiful melody, bitch-chan~" Laito walked over to you.

Stopping, you opened your eyes to meet with Laito's emerald ones. A smile gracing on your lips as you fixed yourself up."Laito-kun, I'm sorry I didn't notice you. You must have searched for me for my blood." You stood up. The redhead stopped in front of you, a hand on his hips as he wears his signature smile. You pulled your clothes a bit, exposing your neck freely for him to take. "Here."

Laito licked his lips at the sight. Without any hesitation, he snaked his arm around your waist and adjusted his face to your neck. Finally, he bit on it, drawing delicious blood that he loved sucking so much. You gave a slight moan as you felt yourself arouse by his touch, pink decorated your cheeks.

"Ufufu~ Bitch-chan is such a slut. A very dirty girl," he commented after pulling back. He looked at you with a blush on his cheeks and licked the blood from his lips.

Some blood kept coming from the holes that were made on your neck. You looked at him as you touched the injured part.

"You made me like this Laito-kun," you remarked. "You and your brothers forced me to become a masochist. Just like Yui."

"Aw... Don't be so mad, bitch-chan." Laito once again pulled you against him. He neared his face on your ear and whispered. "I only take your blood. You are only mine~"

"Only yours?" You gave a chuckle as he pulled back. "Ayato-kun said that a plenty of times to me before. I found it hard not making him mad when he witnesses the others drinking my blood."

Laito frowned at your remark. He removed his arms from your waist then locked eyes with you. He smiled suddenly, making you surprised. A very sadistic smile.

"I will make you mine, only mine."

With that said, Laito had teleported with you in his room. He placed you on the bed so harshly that you shriek in pain. You closed one eye and he climbed on top of you. You found yourself trembling under his gaze, the eyes that hold so much lust.

"L-Laito-kun... ugh!"

You shut your eyes close when he bit on your thighs, the pain made your muscles weak. You really hate it when he bit on your legs, the neck is acceptable, but on your legs, it is not. You found it rather hard to keep your balance when your legs are all wobbly and would give up anytime soon.

"It's your fault you are in this situation, bitch-chan," Laito smirked then licked the injury he made on your legs.

"How... is... this... my fault?" You heavily breathed, getting all weak and drowsy.

"You don't love me," the redhead pouted cutely, his hands massaging your weak legs.

"Laito-kun... I-I... I didn't say that..." you looked at him with a soft expression, smiling gently at him. He looked at you in confusion. "I... d-don't know why... but... I love you. I love you, and only you. I'm so sorry if I upset you, I really think I need this punishment."

Laito was speechless, he was surprised at your words as his hunter green eyes widened. His body stopped moving as a blush came onto his pale cheeks. He then licked your sweet cheeks and kissed it. You closed your eyes as your breathing relaxed.

"You should have said it sooner, [Name]-chan. You know how much I wanted you to notice me as what I am, not as a sadistic vampire that only wanted your blood." He then looked deeply into your [e/c] orbs. You opened your eyes in sudden shock when he called you by your name, locking eyes with him. Laito usually calls you bitch-chan as well as Yui, but now, he is a whole different person. "I love you [Name]-chan. And I wanted you to be mine~"

Hearing Laito's light chuckle, you smiled to yourself. "Take me."

Laito smirked as he removed the buttons of your school uniform. He then removed the ribbons from your shirt. A blush crept into his face after seeing a half naked [Name] in front of him. Laito licked his lips seductively.

"Ufufu~ your scent lingers longer in this room, [Name]-chan~ and it turns me on." Laito licked your collarbone as you gave off a pleasurable moan. He then bit on your collarbone and suck the sweet blood from your body.

Your breathing hitched when he drained the blood out of you. Your hands found its way to his red hair and played with his locks, unintentionally knocking off his fedora. Laito moved down from your collarbone to your cleavage, licking and teasing as you arched your back in pleasure.

"L-Laito-kun..." you moaned, feeling wet down there.

"You're such in hurry, [Name]-chan," the redhead chuckled, his breath vibrating into your skin.

Laito pulled away then looked down at you, your lips curved into a frown as your brows knitted together, hands still entangled in his hair. The look you are giving him pleads him to continue going further. Laito chuckled and understood what you want, he slowly unbuttoned your uniform until it finally revealed your breast. The air entered your revealed skin as you shivered under him. The vampire licked his lips as the blush stayed on his cheeks. He removed your clothes and tossed it across the room, revealing your body to him. Your face lit up as you noticed him kept staring at your body.

"L-L-Laito-kun... p-please stop staring at m-me..." you muttered while looking away.

He just chuckled. "But who wanted to look away from a beautiful body. Especially when she's still a virgin."

"Mou!" Your face turned another shade deeper. "Remove your clothes too, it's unfair."

Laito chuckled then obeyed your request. "Yes, yes, milady."

Laito then proceeds to remove his uniform. First is the hoodie long sleeves, then his tie, his button up shirt, pants, and lastly, his boxers. You sat upright and couldn't help but blush at the sight before you. Springing out of his body is his hardened erection. Once the cold wind brushed onto his body, Laito gave off a soft moan and arched his back, eyes closed. You bit your lips and tried so hard not to get aroused too much.

The redhead saw your expression and smirked. "Ufufu~ like what you see, [Name]-chan?"

You glanced at him and averted your gaze away, feeling your body heat up. You nodded slowly.

"Yes."

Laito chuckled then moved towards you. He laid your back down and positioned himself on your womanhood. Your eyes bulged when his hard member is positioned in front of your entrance.

"Don't worry, [Name]-chan. I'll go gentle on you~" Laito reassured.

Hearing this made you at ease, but you know that he won't let you go that easily. The next time you will be having sex with Laito, you know that there must be a consequence. You gulped then nodded, allowing him to continue.

"Ngh!" You shut your eyes tight when the pain surged in, clenching the fabric beneath you.

"Relax~" Laito whispered in your ear as he moved slowly into you.

You can't help but tear up because of the pain. Biting your lower lips to muffle the scream you're trying to suppress,  resulting to drawing out blood. Laito gritted his teeth and tried to control his lust, but seeing you in your current state makes him wanna pound right into you. He smashed his lips into yours, kissing you harshly and drinking your blood. Laito pace fastened minute by minute as your walls adjusted to his size. He stopped kissing you and thrusts faster and faster.

"L-Laito-kun~" you moaned out, feeling the pleasure replace the pain.

The redhead smirked and decided to go deeper.

You moaned out his name every time he hits your special spot.

"L-L-Laito-k-kun... Uh! Uh!" You moaned out once again when you felt the bottom of your stomach coiling.

Laito thrust harder and faster, getting close to climax as you were. Finally, the dam inside you exploded and screamed out his name. Laito, too, climaxed inside of you. You huffed, feeling all tired and drowsy. Laito smiled to himself and got his member out of you, his cum coming out of your entrance.

"I love you, Laito-kun." You hummed as he laid down beside you.

"I love you too, bitch-chan~" Laito pulled the covers beneath him and over the two of you. You snuggled close to him as both of you drifted to sleep.

[onlyyvette]

HII!

I'm not sure if you are taking requests or updating.. you can ignore this if you want

Can I request a bottom Thoma x top gn reader smut please? The reader is obsessed with Thoma's thighs, biting them kissing them during doing it

+ spanking, in a doggy style !

Warnings: TOP/DOM reader + SUB/BOTTOM character + gn reader + reader obsessed with Thoma's thighs + spanking + doggy style + praise + a bit of degrading praise + edging + reader worships Thoma + Thoma shows off his slutty side + masochist Thoma + reader has a very prominent marking kink and sadistic streak + aftercare!!

Word Count: 1621

A/N: THIS BITCH IS FINALLY BACKKK

I'll also definitely be writing a fic with purely praising and coddling Thoma cuz he deserves it

"Thoma, look at me," you cooed. "...Okay.." Thoma peeked out from his hands, face completely red, eyes brimming with tears. You had been teasing Thoma's cock for quite a bit now, giving a little kitten lick to the tip, using your finger to play with his slit but never applying enough pressure to make him cum.

Once you were sure that you had Thoma's eyes on you, you grabbed one of his thighs and started sucking on it. "Mhnn! Ngh..." Thoma's face scrunched up as you pressed kisses and bites onto his unmarked skin, causing him to bruise beautifully.

"Y'know Thoma, you're so beautiful like this," you sighed dreamily as you continued to leave marks on his skin. "A-ahh...you really think so?" Thoma peered down at you with his emerald eyes. "Of course," you replied immediately and firmly, sucking harder on Thoma's skin, causing him to shudder.

Once you felt satisfied with the bites on Thoma's thigh, you moved on to the other untouched one. Pressing the same kisses into his skin as you did to the other. "Come on... t-that's mo-OooRe! Than enough!" Thoma pushed at your head, but you kept yourself fixed into position.

Thoma was hard and aching for a release, but you just wouldn't let up with the marking! It felt so good to him, but it was so hard to deal with you teeth nipping at his thigh, knowing full well that you were teasing him.

At last, you had finished marking up Thoma's thighs, leaving them a shivering, pink and purple mess, Thoma's face scrunched up in embarrassment and pleasure. His cock still stood high, untouched yet leaking a bit. Noticing that part you were taken a bit back. Thoma was leaking precum just from you marking his thighs? You gave yourself a mental pat on the back at the achievement.

"Thoma..." you pressed your finger to his lubricated rim(you had prepped him excruciatingly slow, once again not letting him cum). He whined, his hole clenching around nothing. "Are you ready for me to fuck you?" Thoma's head nodded rapidly. "Y-yes, yes! Please just put it in...please," he ended his plea with a whine that shot straight to your dick.

You lined yourself up against Thoma's hole but didn't do anything yet. Thoma whined in protest and wrapped his legs around your waist in an attempt to pull you closer. Finally, you began to push slowly into his hole. Thoma put his hand over his mouth, attempting to muffle his noises as you pushed in. After just putting you tip in, you brutally thrusted, sheathing your entire length inside his hole in one go.

Thoma threw his head back as he let out a loud cry. His cum splattered all over his stomach, finally able to reach his climax after being denied for so long. He laid there panting with his tongue hanging put, his body slightly twitching from the aftershock of his orgasm, letting out small whines. "Oh, Thoma. I love how you can't even take cock without cumming and squealing like a pig." The venom practically dripped from your voice, yet you smiled with faux innocence. "Uunghh...haahhh, [name]...it's just too big--mhnnn...too deep..." Thoma whimpered pathetically, looking down and rubbing the cum decorating his stomach.

Fuck...you cursed to yourself internally. He was making it so hard to keep your composure, always whining and whimpering like a bitch in heat begging to be fucked dumb, or whatever nonsense he spews out of his mouth first. Instead continuing to fuck into his tight hole, you bent forward and restarted your nipping on his thighs. "[name]~...Please, no moree..." Thoma whined sluggishly, little hiccups interrupting him. You ignored him and continued your onslaught on his poor, innocent thighs. "I just love seeing you like this so much, I just can't help it!" you let out a faux coo, yet somehow Thoma still fell for it. "O-okay...but no for too long," Thoma sighed, his face still alarmingly red. "But still..." you began slyly, slowly pulling out until you were completely out of the warmth of his warm hole, causing Thoma to protest weakly. "Didn't you say that you wanted me to fuck you? You were even begging me oh so pitifully," you sneered as you rubbed the tip of your cock on Thoma's hole.

"Hu-huh? Nnnhhh...[name] please I want in me, 'm begging you," Thoma continued to chase the feeling of your cock on his hole, even while talking. "[name], I'm begging you..." Thoma repeated, attempting to shift his way out of his current position. Curious about what he was trying to do, you watched as he sluggishly sat up, turned around so he wasn't facing you anymore, getting on his hands and knees. Finally, he propped himself up on his elbows and turned his head around. "[name]..." He reached back with his hand to his glistening rim, spreading it to show you how eager his hole was to swallow up your cock. "P-please fuck me...my h-hole is ready for you," Thoma stuttered, his face completely red, his initial look of embarrassment replaced with one of pure lust.

His display nearly made you pass out. You had never seen Thoma so bold and open about his horniness. Most of the time, you would tease Thoma for a bit, but you would always take over, worried that he would short circuit due to all the embarrassment. Yet here he was, wiggling his ass and spreading his hole for you. You came closer to Thoma's ass, Thoma's breathing speeding up. "Face forward," you commanded. Thoma did as he was told, the fact that he couldn't see what was happening increased the feeling of anticipation.

You let your hands run over his marked thighs to the curve of his ass. Then you raised your hand and struck your palm across Thoma's cheek. "NNnngghHH--" Thoma's head shot up as he felt the sharp pain of your hand on his ass. "[n-name], what was that for--HahhHH! GhhKK!" You landed two more strikes on Thoma, causing tears to prick at his eyes. "Honestly," you breathed out, rubbing the hand marks you left on Thoma. "I'm only doing this because your ass is just so tempting. It's like it's waiting to be marked by me."

The tears that had begun brimming in his eyes began to fall freely now. What did you want from him? You just kept mercilessly teasing him all this time, never letting him truly get off. Even the feeling of your dick inside of him, you only gave him a mere taste of you before you began to spank him. And the worst(best) part was...he was all but melting under your treatment.

How could he not! Your smooth, condescending voice, the feeling of your teeth and lips on his thighs, and your heavy hits on his ass were just too much for him but perfect at the same time. Thoma slumped down onto the bed, his hips still raised. He tried to use his voice but all that would come out was broken whine and quiet sobbing. And then finally--Finally! You began to slowly push into your poor lover, relishing in his moans.

"Ahhnnn...[name], y-yes, thank yo--" You cut Thoma off by ramming the rest of your length into him. From there, you began your punishing pace, never stopping to give Thoma a break. "GgyyAHH! O-OhhhHH! Please, PLeaSEE! I-it's too--Hahhnnn~" Thoma immediately came as he was finally able to climax, his load hitting the bed as he clung to the bedsheets and wept. Yeah, that was gonna stain. Thoma's adorable moans filled the room as you continued to thrust into him. This was perfect. Breaking Thoma down bit by bit,finally getting him to give up his usual restraint and to present himself to you like the slut he was. You would have snickered to yourself had you not been more occupied with burying yourself in your lover's tight heat.

"T-thoma, Thoma..." you repeated like a mantra, like he was going to disappear if you stopped calling him. Thoma continued mewling in overstimulation, his first orgasm making him even more sensitive than before. He was definitely not going to go for another round by the time you finished. "[n-name]! Ahnn! Hah, hahhhn, s-SLOWER! MmmMMHHN! OohhHGG..." Thoma's eyes were fluttering behind his lids and his cock began to twitch again, signaling another orgasm. Deciding to end this as quickly as you could, you gave one last harsh shove into Thoma's hole, gripping his hips hard enough to bruise. Thoma let out a silent cry as he reached his orgasm slightly after you, too worn out to make anymore noise.

"Ghhn..." you grunted as you pulled out of Thoma. As you calmed yourself down, you looked over Thoma. He had slumped down onto his side. The only reason he was still in his former position was because you were holding him up. Now, without any support, Thoma laid on his side, his breath coming out raggedly. His sweet features were in blissed content, eyes fluttering a bit and his face still quite red. Unable to resist, you leaned in and began to softly makeout with him. He was barely able to reciprocate the kisses but was eager to accept them(as eager as he could considering he was half-awake at this point). Finally breaking away, you cuddled him whispering sweet praises into his ear, assuring him of how good he did. He hummed softly, drinking in your praise as he finally drifted asleep.

Now while he slept, you got to work, cleaning the both of you up.

[jonahmagnus]

Normal if not extremely and unhealthy devoted sub top masochist butch x Insane possessive sadist dom bottom femme

[firstprincehornyramblings]

Caretaking

Taylor and Nick are staying together in an AirBNB in London, during RWRB filming. On the way back to the house one night, Nick get's mugged, naturally Taylor is worried, wants to take care of Nick, but can not ignore how good those bruises make Nick's cheekbones look. And boy does this one get dirty, it's for all my fellow freaks, so strap in.

This was a fever dream that started because of a conversation with Chloe (@doublecheekeddiaz), so huge shoutout on that end, for yelling with me and inspiring me. <3

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Tags: Subby Masochistic Top Nick X Bratty Sadistic Bottom Taylor, Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Blow Jobs, Oral Sex, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Overstimulation, Forced Orgasm, Orgasm Denial, Orgasm Edging, Ruined Orgasm, Bruises, Choking, Painplay, Mild Painplay, Aftercare, Mild Blood, Light Masochism, Light Sadism, Power Bottom, Submissive Top

[gothbass]

(Images mostly from Pinterest)

One Of Us (Pt. 3)

★ Rhea Ripley x [afab] Reader

Warnings: 18+ [vamp!rhea x vamp!reader], immediate smut, silicone strap-on, continued odaxelagnia, bloody makeout sesh, praise, lyric reference [On Accident — Nico Collins], [sadist!rhea x masochist!reader], choking (kink), mention of aftercare (cliffhanger).

Word count: 845.

As she eyes you up and down, you carefully lower yourself onto the silicone—almost choking on the hitch in your throat as you do so. Rhea, dominating as she is, takes the lead through bucking her hips upward to push into you.

Within merely a few minutes, her force increases, causing you to cover your mouth—as to not be too loud. Though, this attempt is short-lived. Rhea forces your hand away from your mouth (and holds it in hers against the headrest of the swivel chair). As a replacement, she covers your mouth with her own—muffling any moans either of you release. In other, more blissful words, she aids in muffling your pleasure with another source of pleasure (a very lengthy kiss, that is).

Slowly bucking your hips forward, while Rhea speedily thrusts in and out of you, you ride out your high point with heavy, shallow breath. As your release takes place, Rhea pulls her mouth away from yours. While she catches her breath, you sink your fangs into her neck—causing her to let out a moan (which, in turn, causes your bite pressure to increase).

Blood seeps down her neck, like a dark red wine. You absorb the blood into your mouth before engaging with Rhea in a blood-filled makeout session.

“Any other plans for tonight?” Rhea asks, just in-case.

“You’re the only subject listed on my to-do list, don't you worry—Mami,” you respond with a wink.

“Good.”

You raise a brow. “Is that so?”

“Is it not?”

“I believe it may be.”

“Then it is so.”

“Good.”

Rhea uses a free hand to cup your throat. “Don’t steal my lines,” she enforces, in a rather dominating tone.

“Make me,” you rebel. Your cheek twitches as the words come out with little forethought.

Rhea’s face barely flushes. “Oh, trust me,” she starts; “I will,” she whispers into your ear—sending a hard shiver down your spine and almost forcing you to moan. By now, your own face is flushed. “Aww, you like that?”

“Y-yes, Mami,” you mutter, trying not to let your face get any redder than it already is.

“What was that, darling? I couldn't hear you.”

“Yes, Mami,” you speak a little louder and more concisely.

“Good girl,” she licks her lips, scanning your body from bottom to top.

“Now, I could add in a little treat for you…but it's hard to tell if you deserve it…”

You look into her eyes, almost pleadingly. “What do I have to do? What's it gonna take?”

“So eager and needy, aren't you?”

“Only for you.”

“In that case—all you'll have to do, in order to receive this little treat, is (continue to) be a good girl for me. It shouldn’t be that hard,” she smirks. She cups your jaw with one hand and forcefully pulls you in for a kiss.

As the kiss persists, Rhea grips you by the ass and lifts you onto the desk. Her arms are positioned in a plank-like manner, as if to keep you pinned down. Even so, she takes the time to reposition your legs so that they're resting over her shoulders. She pulls away from the kiss and smirks before thrusting into you for a second round, adjusting ever so slightly just to hit the right spots.

With a rush in your body and a torrent of color flooding within you (lyrics reference), you swiftly buck your hips upward to increase the knot in your stomach by around tenfold. While doing this, you pull Rhea in by the choker and bite into her neck. She lets out a moan that sounds like it's been held in for an eternity; the oxytocin from merely hearing it sends a flash flood of heat through your body.

“Shh,” you whisper to her, “not so loud.”

She responds by striking a slap across your face, but it doesn't bother you.

“Do it again, I dare you,” you threaten, but she doesn't dare—purely because you're tempting her to.

“Maybe if you beg, sweetheart,” Rhea teases, coyly. Both her accent and her low tone of voice cause a wave of heat to flush your face and slightly furrow your brows. You lean your head back out of supposed heat, your back arching as well.

“Maybe if you make me, Mami,” you tease in return, also coyly. Yet, without needing to beg, Rhea strikes a slap across your face.

“Behave,” she scolds, forcing a hand to your throat. You gasp for air and struggle to breathe, though you just barely manage.

As the sound of your struggled breathing floods Rhea’s sense of hearing, she drives into you hard enough to force a small amount of blood to secrete from within you. You wince in pain as you ride out your high while simultaneously being choked out just hard enough to obstruct your airway so that any vocal bliss would not be released.

“Good girl,” you hear Rhea praise, though it sounds muffled.

She releases her grasp on you, clothes the both of you, then walks you into the women’s restroom to clean you up.

[Series Masterlist]

Part 4

[electric-era00]

Izzy x Lucius Rec List 1

Canon Timeline

Same Time, Same Place by prizewinningfruitcake

38K. After the events of S1 Izzy and Lucius find themselves in the same port town. Lucius is thriving and Izzy is not doing so well. I find interesting how the characters collide in this one. Eventual Top Lucius, Bottom Izzy. Comfort 10/10. Hot 10/10.

The Crumbs of Love That You Offer Me by Internerdionality

57K. S1 Canon timeline. Izzy and Lucius seem to keep falling together. Top Izzy, Bottom Lucius but later they switch. TW Chapter 3. Hot 10/10

Damned if I’m going to lose it by DefNotForWork

20K. Lucius observes Izzy. Very poignant Izzy character study. Disgruntled Izzy 10/10. Hot 10/10

Only Port In a Storm by Jamierose1228

Very good cuddling fic. Comfort 10/10. Need to be logged in AO3 to open.

AU

Cut to the feeling by katonline

42K. Book convention AU. Lucius as Stede’s assistant. Izzy as Ed’s business partner. Top Izzy. Bottom Lucius. Disgruntled Izzy 10/10. Hot 10/10

Irredeemable Bastards by Cat_In_A_Top_Hat, tardigrape

38K. Art thief’s AU. Pickpocket Lucius. Tech Wizard Izzy. Izzy and Lucius start being competition but then join together. Crafty Lucius 10/10 Art Heist 10/10

But These Are The Wounds Of Love by rimbaudofficial

14K. Shared injuries soulmates AU. Izzy thought he didn't have a soulmate until he started getting injured at a later age and realized his soulmate is someone much younger. Comfort 10/10. Romance 10/10.

Spoons by Roberta Seaport (Deepdarkwaters)

7K. Part of the Seaglass AU series, where Ed and Izzy are BDSM leatherworkers and Stede runs a knitting shop. The author has a companion series that follows Lucius, Pete, Fang and Izzy. This entry, Spoons, focuses on the growing relationship between Izzy and Lucius. Top Lucius. Bottom Lucius. I think it can be read as a standalone but the rest of the series is great too. Hot 10/10.

The girl under you that makes you cry by CyborgShepard

6K. Bar/Cabaret AU. Lucius as cabaret dancer. Izzy as disgruntled bar man and business owner. Sparks fly. Top Izzy. Bottom Lucius. There's a second part in this series that is as good or better. Disgruntled Izzy 10/10. Hot 10/10.

And a silver sixpence in his shoe by CyborgShepard

57K. Camboy Lucius AU. Stede/Ed Wedding AU. Lucius as after hours camboy and Stede’s assistant during the day. Izzy as Ed’s best friend and unsuspecting patron to Lucius's cam site, until they meet. Top Izzy. Bottom Lucius. Plot 10/10 Hot 10/10.

Darkfic /Dead Dove

(Please read trigger warnings in the fic tags. Sensitive readers thread carefully. The following listed fics get more dark as you read down)

Wake the White Wolf by shiphitsthefan

13K. Vampire the Masquerade AU. Vampire Izzy seeks out Vampire Lucius, a known cannibal. You don’t need to know anything about the Vampire the Masquerade world before reading this, I think it adds to the mystery. Dark and erotic. Top Lucius. Dangerous Bottom Izzy. TW Deals with murder, cannibalism and a suicidal character. Disturbing 10/10 Hot 10/10.

Masochists, Sadists and Narcissists; All Hail Terpsichore by Cannibalsnplaid

50K. Ballet AU. It’s written beautifully and the author is a ballet connoisseur. Top Lucius. Bottom Izzy. Beautiful side of Izzy/Ed friendship. TW Izzy deals with current/past sexual abuse. Plot 10/10. Romance 10/10. Hot 10/10.

who would trade that hum of night by CyborgShepard

9K. Lucius has been taken by a rogue band of men and they have abused their prisoner, to say the least. Izzy walks in to the bar where he is held captive. Very dark and cruel but also tasteful, beautiful and heart warming by the end. One of my absolute favourites. TW Sexual enslavement and abuse. Disturbing 10/10 Hot 10/10. Hurt/Comfort 10/10.

[messylustt]

a list of euphemisms/non-explicit words <3

\- if a word you used triggers the filter, try another one or describe the action instead

\- take a word/action the bot said and describe it in greater detail as well as the impact it has on your character

\- some of these words made me want to die but whatever </3 hope this helps!!

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― BODY PARTS

\[GENERAL\] lower torso - (inner/outer) thighs - hips - waist - legs - groin - crotch - arousal - entrance - "bundle of nerves" - erogenous zone - pelvis - insides - orbs - guts

\[FEM\] womanhood - core - flower - lower lips - womb - inner walls - cervix - sleeve - bosom - breast - cleavage - mound(s) - rack

\[MASC\] manhood - bulge - tent - head - tip - shaft - length - member - bump - wood - rod - sack

\[ASS\] rear - cheeks - posterior - hills -derriere - behind - bum - ring

\[CUM\] substance - fluid - juices - seed - love - liquid - load

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― ACTIONS:

\[MOVEMENTS\] slams - pounds - thrusts - inserts - rides - battered - pummeled - bucked - bombarded - smacked - bred - ravaged - gouged - bounced - thumped - thwacked - entered - pumped - pushed - roughed up - dug - drilled - rammed - piston

\[TOUCH\] fondles - massages - gropes - trails - snakes - slithers - caresses - plays - strokes - soothes - rubs - kisses - danced - pressed - cupped - squeezed - worshipped - straddled - squeezed - pinched - poke - prod - flick - flit - dart - grind - crush - vice grip - gripped - held - cradled

\[TONGUE\] licks - laves - moistens - wets - tastes - laps - slurps - sips - guzzles - drinks - siphons - vacuums - chokes - nurses - lolled - rolls

\[CUMMING\] leaking - spurting - pouring - dripping - trickled - finished - filled - dribbled - lubricated - erupted - spouted - milking - wringing (out)

\[REACTIONS\] breathed - whispered - begged - groaned - grunted - moaned - muttered - cried - squeaked - squealed - mumbled - sobbed - whined - twitched - shivered - snarled - yelped - babbled - "contorted/twisted in pleasure" - ogled - open-mouthed - "licked \[their\] lips" - "\[X\]'s mouth hung agape" - clenched

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― FEELINGS:

\[GENERAL\] needy - eagerness - carnal - erotic - sensual - sinful - obscene - bawdy - titillating - shameless - vulgar - intoxicated - hypnotized - enticing

\[HORNY\] heat - enjoyment - sadistic/masochistic - arousal - excitement - pent-up - craving - stimulated - thrilled - starved

\[AMBATAKUM\] pleasure - bliss - euphoria - "head in the clouds" - rush - blanked

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― ADJECTIVES

\[CUM\] sticky - coated - moist - soaked - covered - stained - painted - potent - viscous - pasty - gelatinous - slimy - glue-like - syrupy - viscid - runny - salty - tangy - piquant - glazed - drenched - creamy

\[SEX BITS\] slick - girthy - thick - limp - throbbing - pulsating - tight - stiff - hot - warm - scorching - slippery - lubricous - gaping - cavernous

\[BODY\] broad - heavy - hefty - meaty - fat - round - wobbly - jiggly - bouncy - plump - soft - firm - squishy - pliable - musky - sweaty - ample - wide - smooth - beefy - hourglass - chubby - pear - bottom/top-heavy

\[NAKED\] bare - uncovered - unclothed - raw - nude

\[FEELINGS\] lustful - lecherous - unchaste - promiscuous - prurient - lascivious - licentious - seductive

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― COMEDIC/VULGAR

\[ASS\] shithole - exhaust port - boypussy - asspussy - shitbox

\[FEM\] meat curtains - clitty - "knock up" - gorilla grip - meat sacks - bazongers - honkers - cunny - cunt

\[MASC\] meat stick - joystick - disco stick\* - friend - bitchbreaker - pisser - "piston of justice"

\[SEX\] hanky-panky - devils tango - getting laid - funny business - shaking of the sheets - shag - boink - bone - screw - nail

\[CUM\] baby-batter - spunk - jizz - baby milkshake

\[NAKED\] birthday suit - "as adam/eve did in the garden of eden"\* - nekkid/naekid - au naturel

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― EXAMPLES

"The result of \[their\] arousal ended up in \[Y\]'s open mouth"

"The feelings inside of \[X\] boiled to a breaking point and flooded out of \[them\] onto the bedsheets beneath"

"\[They\] moved their hands up \[Y\]'s inner thigh to prod at \[their\] growing excitement"

"\[X\]'s face was just as slick as the sensitive area between \[their\] thighs"

"\[X\] trailed \[their\] finger in steady circular motions over \[Y\]'s pent-up arousal"

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Added now:

For female orgasms: spasming and climaxing work pretty well.

Added now again:

"Thing" for the male part, "Release" or "Shoot a load" for the climax are also terms to use.

Added now again and again:

Had a bot suggest "love buttons" for nipples.

ADDED NOW:

while you use these words, switch some letters for numbers ex.: pl3asure, p0unds, gro4ns. makes it harder for the filter to pick it up..

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Random:

"shout out to lady gaga"

One of my bots said this and i thought it was so silly

- an horny girl who wants to fuck her boyfriend bot

OMGGG U ARE AN ABSOLUTE ANGEL FOR THIS!!

[melachonyof-lilies]

Fanfic troupes, character headcanons and overall fanwork of Raphael i have seen and love.

Warning: Will contain 18+ content.

(Share some of yours)

Raphael (With ships consisting Tav, Haarlep and both)

Time loop where they are both stuck and has to get the bottom of it (In the pale moon by down_the_rabbithole in ao3, got me obssess.)

Or angst where one of them knew the past where the other is trying so hard, so patiently for them to come to their arms.

Humans/Mundane world au, where Raphael is a profesor and Tav is a student. Pretty Hot.

Tav being pregnant and its Raphael but she avoids the hell out of him. Taking her baby, cutting Raphael from the picture while Raphael is pretty much losing his mind on her whereabouts.

Human Raphael, where he's power is taken away. Its funny and it let himself be humble

Reader x Raphael, a classic.

Bottom Touch starve Raphael and i am foaming.

Top Touch starve Raphael is great

Raphael x Tav being talented on luxury goods is so fucking cute.

Warlock Tav working for Raphael? YES!

Raphael office au? The fanart of this in twitter made me go feral.

Yes, Raphael with glasses is hot as fuck.

Raphael having a child? Yes please.

Raphael x Haarlep but they hate fuck each other

Archduchess Haarlep topping Raphael

Haarlep shit talking Raphael and being so disappointed in bed.

Raphael x Tav x Haarlep but little mouse becomes a doll ending.

Raphael playing piano, writing poems, playing chess and enjoys screenplay? Fuck yeah.

Pictures or Raphael scrunchies, different outfit that are princely and his goddamn smile, god that smile.

Rapahel with cat ears, i say no more.

I saw a fan art with Raphael in vacation, it look so damn good.

Either sadistic Raphael or masochist Raphael, love them both.

Secret longing from Raphael will destroy me but Jealous Raphael? I am obliterated.

Ocs interacting with Raphael and changing someof the companion romance scenes with them? Top tier.

Breeding kink, cause ya know.

Raphael saying good girl (Thank you Andrew Wincott)

Last but not the least. Soft Raphael, when i read Haunt Me by LostintheEmpty, it drove me to love Raphael. No seriously, this fanfic made me obsess of him and a certain incubus.

To all the fanart, fanfic and overall fanwork, i want to say thank you!

[hereforthefunnyguys]

Is it too insane to ask for your nsfw Irateshipping HCs?

no no it’s not insane I just usually try to keep the blog more pg-13/R rated than x rated. However…. I really want to talk about Irateshipping more. So imma just put some stuff under the cut. Honestly I’m more worried about not having enough stuff or frankly anything thats particularly sexy than I am about having it at all lmao

(nsfw text under the cut! You have been Warned) (Hoping the cut actually. Cuts where its supposed to lmao)

-marik ishtar praise kink goes crazy I don’t make the rules. Joey once accidentally called him a "good boy" during their first time together and he literally stopped functioning. Like complete windows crash bluescreen. Only refocused when Joey sat up and shook him a little because what if he accidentally killed him with sex somehow

-Joey is actually the more experienced of the two, which was really disappointing to him because he was really counting on the idea of his sexy criminal femme fatale boyfriend that knows 5000 different sex positions and instead got stuck with a nervy little freak that does not even know what lube is

-marik doesn’t know what he’s doing but he’s very enthusiastic to try whatever sounds fun

-this is simultaneously contrasted with the fact that he cannot take much stimulation at once and gets nervous if he’s not in control (whether in a Sexy way or in a Panic Attack way is kind of a coin flip)

-Joey is kind of bad at sex the first few times tbh because he gets too nervous and ends up getting distracted and talking way too much and ruining the mood

-he seriously improves in focus and attractivenesss when marik is just like. Ok. You can do what you want physically but please. For the love of god. Stop talking in bed like that.

-Joey has a weird thing where the idea of losing control to marik is really hot but also simultaneously so absolutely terrifying and humiliating to him even in a private context that he’s just like “hmmmm stuffing that down to repress as well methinks”

-marik is perhaps a wee bit of a sadist, which does not mix well with the fact that he is also fairly submissive and wants to be cared for and cared about so bad it actually hurts

-def not a masochist though lmao

-“I want to make you feel good and make this very romantic and uh other stuff” Joey and “i have been working for 10 straight hours and just got yelled at by my dad and need to Destroy Something” Joey are two entirely different creatures in bed

-Joey, walking into the bedroom casually: Hey babe how's it go -

Marik, shaking visibly from stress: If you have sex with me right here right now and completely destroy my brain to the point i cannot think about the conversations i have had with my siblings today about what i will do with my life now that I am no longer a cult leader I swear I will literally give you whatever you want from me for at least three months

Joey:

Joey, cautiously patting Marik on the head while sitting down next to him: Okay not that that's not an incredibly hot offer but maybe let's talk about it first plea-

Marik, gripping Joey's leg hard enough to leave fingerprints: I understand that but if I have one more serious conversation today I'll start killing people again

-Marik head game goes crazy because of that long tongue until he gets too worked up and starts getting Bitey

-Joey head game mediocre because he has too much of a gag reflex but is very enthusiastic and drools a fuckton

-Marik dick game meh because he neither has the enthusiasm nor the stamina for it tbh. Gets bonus points because he has fairly good rhythm

-Joey is better because he definitely has the enthusiasm for it as well as the strength for it (plus hes stubborn enough to keep pushing even when hes exhausted lmao) but tbf tends to get really excited or distracted and so tends to be kind of irrhythmic

-i tend to not bring top/bottom Disc Horse (tm) up much but I do think Joey probably wouldn't bottom much due to both a lot of internalized perceptions about it and also because it sounds like it fuckin hurts to him lmao

-Marik is simultaneously split in between "I love my weird little pathetic creature that i occasionally allow to be graced by my divine presence in bed" and "I NEED HIM TO CRUSH MY NECK IN BETWEEN HIS BICEP AND FOREARM WHILE I GET SHOVED IN BETWEEN HIS PECS FUCK"

-In terms of like strict Dynamics i think they're probably both switches that tend to fall back into pretty gentle/vanilla dom/sub dynamic when they aren't trying anything in particular

-Joey kind of likes getting bossed around in bed but tends to argue with it if marik does not just make him shut the Fuck up because sometimes the joey instinct is stronger than the horny instinct

-I post a lot about them having fucked up gay sex but in a domestic situation I think the sex is actually pretty intimate and honestly probably one of the healthier aspects of their relationship

-At multiple times in their lives I think its probably what helps get them through the day especially Joey when he was still living with his dad and working through his debts like. just five minutes more of worrying 24/7 and struggling to survive until my beautiful boyfriend shows up and straddles my lap while kissing my forehead and removes every single goddamn thought i have ever had that isn't about him. yay :)

-suffice to say they are making it work in the bedroom

-I forgot to mention that occasionally yami marik will show up if marik gets too freaked out and that there is nothing more terrifying to joey than turning around post-afterglow and seeing a demon with hair bigger than it’s shoulders looking at you like he wants to suck the inside of your skin out in place of your previously very pretty and vulnerable boyfriend

-bonus genderbend edition: fem marik is definitely a pillow princess and joey is completely willing to deal with putting in the work because quote "have you seen her recently have you seen my beautiful girlfriend just look at her I would do anything for this sexy sexy living identity crisis on stilts"

-fem marik: I want strap this is no longer a want nor a need but rather a Demand

[ciderwritesshit]

Rules And Introduction

My name is Cider, my pronouns are it/vamp and I am an agenderflux NSFW fic writer. I can write about anyone, so a character, or an anonymous person. I prefer to write x reader fics, but I don't mind writing character x character at times. I also can write about a character from a show/book/media I have not consumed but it would take me longer considering I would have to do a bit of research about the character and their personality. This is a queer-based blog so I will not write heterosexual NSFW. On the rare chance I do write hetero NSFW I will make the woman the dom. I do not mind taboo kinks like extreme sadism/masochism, death, blood, knives, CNC, etc. I however do expect this blog to stay on the tame side, but you never know. I am not comfortable writing about pedophilia, feet, force-feeding, age play, race play, vore, and all bathroom-related kinks and fetishes. I am a switch with a sadistic lean, so I am comfortable with writing from both sub and dom/top and bottom POVs, and I can also write for both sadists and masochists, the sadist ones may just be a little more detailed because that is what I have experience with. Have a great day.

[secretivemessenger]

What A Brat

Bottom scaramouch x top male reader

Rating: NSFW

Warnings: childe is the start of all of this! Spanking! Rough sex! Orgasm denial! Degrading! Humiliation! Masochist scaramouche?! Thigh fucking! Mean reader! Hand cuffs!

Note: this is by far the most extreme thing I’ve written , not gonna lie im very proud of this

Scaramouche is in no need of explanation , I don’t need to say anything about how he is , he is basically self explanatory , If you know him you’d know that this man is a one sadistic prideful motherfucker , all he ever think about it himself and what he want , for him he always comes first then everything else comes second

He would degrade anyone that dares to do something he doesn’t like , he’s always so full of himself infront of every other harbinger always thinking he’s on top of them all , That’s how everyone who knows him would view him but not you , you being his lover knows a part of him that nobody else knows , things only you can see from him and no one else

But that doesn’t change the fact that his personality is shit even with you especially in public , which is why your feel like your going to burst from anger , You know about scaramouches pride , but did he really have to humiliate you infront of everyone in the meeting room just to keep it

Scaramouche had a meeting with the other harbingers so you decided to accompany him as a form of affection , it started out good everything’s normal talk about work here talk about experiments there until childe spoke , “hows (Y/N) like in bed” , All attention were on scaramouche which he simply replied with “horrible , he got such a small dick , he definitely don’t know what he’s doing , basically the worst in bed”

You were turned into a laughing stock for those harbingers , you were absolutely furious , and when the meeting ended and you tried to talk to him , but he just simply brushed you off and continued with his day , And it wasn’t the fact that he said those things infront of everyone that got you mad , its the fact that he lied about every little thing he said just to keep his pride and to achieve his own motives

It’s not like it’s the first time this happened but this time he really crossed the line knowing this would definitely reach the tsaritsa’s ear , brats really need to be put in their rightful places

Once you’ve gotten back you didn’t even have to say anything , scaramouche stripped from all his clothes and presented himself to you , knowing exactly what you want to do to him because of his behaviour

This was the scaramouche that you knew , the one who would die to have your hand around his throat , the one that would die for you to destroy his insides , the one that would die for you to turn him into your own cumdumb , He’s doing everything he can to piss you off so you ruin his whole being

He was never like this , all this happened to him because you came along , because of you he got all this feelings , and now all he could think about is you , so you have to take responsibility’s of you did to him , is what he thinks , but who were you to deny him , if he wanted to be a whore then your gonna have to treat him like one

“Please m’sorry” scaramouchs cried out to you begging you to give him the release he so longed for , begging you to ram his insides with your cock he wanted so bad , but your only response was moans louder than his words completely covering on whatever he said

No matter how hard he begged he was ignored , he couldn’t even move his hands to touch you as they were cuffed behind his back , his body completely overwhelmed all he feels is the cock sliding in and out of his pressed thighs , your rocking your hips with your cock squished between his thighs brushing harshly against scaramouches own cock

Who knew how long you’ve been at this , it must’ve been a very long while from the pool of cum all over scaramouches tummy , from all the time you had came just from fucking his thighs

He wants to cum so badly but you said it yourself “if you so dare even think about cumming without my permission i wouldn’t even think twice about leaving you alone to fuck yourself” he knows well that you mean everything you say , you wouldn’t hesitate to leave him on his own to deal with his problem , so now all he could do is beg for forgiveness while hoping you except his apology and finally let him have his ways with you

“You like being a whore don’t you” you said tighten your grip on his thighs thrusting in them like you would do fucking his hole , it’s like words are completely unknown to him now , he can’t think of anything to say “i bet you would’ve liked it if i just torn your clothes and fucked you infront of everyone in the meeting room”

“Show them how you really are , hmm what do you think” you said darkly but the only answer you received were some random words mixed together that made absolutely no sense which irritated you even more

All you were doing is fucking his thighs but his facial expression’s makes it feel like your fucking his whole body , tears streaming down his face his tongue lolling out of his mouth , he was showing you the most fucked out face of his , thats the face that your used to

You reached your hand to his face putting your finger on his lolling tongue before pulling on it making him cry out harder “when i ask a question i expect and answer” you said with such intimidating tone that scaramouche feels like he could cum just from that “yes” he barely managed to get that one simple word out

But that still wasn’t a clear answer for you , you lat go of his tongue and pulled out of his thighs and turned him around on his stomach , you can see his skinny back and his hands thats still cuffed “raise your hips up” you ordered as he obliged barely able to move his body

You pressed you cock against his gaping hole , his hole dying to finally have you inside of it “do it yourself” is what you said wanting him to rock his hips against your cock , but a confused scaramouche was left too dumb to concentrate , a loud slapping noise echoed through the room , a chocked scream left scaramouche

His right check dark red from one slap , with an obvious hand print on it , trying to control himself from cumming , scaramouche had to hold back closing his eyes shut tight keeping quiet , but he just received an even harsher slap because he ignored you

His saliva dripping onto the sheets , more tears threatening to fall as he receive another slap “no..i” he tried to say something but that wasn’t the answer your looking for , you raised your hand up a bit and slammed it back down harshly on his butt making his body jolts back , still completely oblivious to what you mean

“Are ya really just going to sit here and let me do everything” you asked but again , he was too lost into his own pleasure much to your dismay “what a useless brat you are”

You rammed you cock all the way until you were balls deep inside of him filling him to the brim , if it wasn’t for the fact that the harbingers bases are sound proof you’d be sure everyone would be hearing his screams

it was so painful having to take you whole without any preparation , but it’s actually turning him on even more , the pain caused by you is pleasure for him

Not waisting time your cock is immediately thrusting into him at a very rough phase determined to make his hole take the shape of your cock by the end of this

You warped your hand around his cock , now completely red from denying himself all this time , you started moving your hand jerking him off in unison with your thrusts “i still stand for my words” you reminded making him panic , everything he did to hold back would just be blown away

With every thrust of your rough movements his small body moves forward onto the mattress , every time you feel that he’s about to cum you completely stop everything overstimulating the both of you in the process

Shameless cries is all scaramouche could messers up leaving his body at your mercy , leaving it for you to use as much ad you like , leaving it for you to cum inside him as many times as you’d like completely paint his insides white , mark him as yours and only , show everyone that he belongs to you only

“Im cumming … ngha” you warned him , his mind turned into mush by now , he could only giggle and moan out for you happy to finally be filled with your cum , but instead you pulled out and came all over his back leaving him whimpering and whining in shock

“This is still a punishment remember”

[olderthannetfic]

Can't believe I need to say this but... 1: preferring switching or "not having a strict top/bottom preference" is still a preference, just like only wanting to read stories where x character only tops and y character only bottoms. 2: not only men use top/bottom dichotomies irl. queer women and nonbinary people do too to describe themselves. go outside and make friends. 3: all of this just boils down to people having their own preferences and being upset that everyone doesn't share their preferences for characters switching or only being tops or bottoms. They're all still preferences, and one isn't more progressive than another. It's just sex. Stop trying to pathologize sex and evaluate (for the condescending people who prefer switching and take it out on everyone else) what you find so demeaning about bottoming or being in a "woman's" place (thus, a lesser place, supposedly) during sex.

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I mean... that's true.

But I do agree with that anon who talked about not seeing things in these terms. It's very annoying to just not care about the way that fandom uses top/bottom (which is absolutely not how it's used offline, no matter how much it also includes sex position) and to be asked to fit your mental model into someone else's.

I don't personally have a taste for switching or for the opposite.

I have a taste for fic that is psychologically preoccupied with sadists, doms, older partners, and partners in a position of power in the way that most fic is psychologically concerned with masochists, subs, younger partners, and partners in less powerful positions.