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[ghostlygothicgay]

More IV thoughts:

Cw: NSFW, possessiveness, IVs huge cock jealousy issues, ownership kink, collars, leashes, fluff, IV having a stick up his ass at times

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Im not a writer btw, this was made in a horny haze while day dreaming about him. I'm an artist by trade.

IV is a possessive man

He pretends it's him being protective, both of you know it's not quite the truth.

In public he prevents himself from doing the stuff he really wants to. He's a man who values his privacy and keeping his life to himself, his life includes you as a big part of it. There's never any huge displays of affection or possession when out in the public eye because of that, mostly just fleeting touches, wrapping a finger around yours, knees touching under tables. Little things that remind you that he's not ashamed of the relationship.

There are times when holding himself back becomes difficult. If people are too friendly or ,god forbid, flirting with you, it sets him ablaze. If a glare could kill the person flirting with you would have disintegrated into dust. Still he manages not to make a scene out of it.

His grip is tight on your shoulder when he leans down to speak calmly into your ear, pretending that there's something better that you need to tend to. His hand slips down your arm as he walks off, expecting you to follow. You know how he gets jealous, although it's annoyingly childish you know he had his insecurities. You usually will follow after him shortly to find him with his arms crossed off near the doors, waiting for you to finish whatever you were doing before joining him. When you question him about it always something along the lines of: "had a bad feeling." Or "you know how I am."

He's fine with your friends, as soon as he knows what they're about. He needs to know that they won't do anything stupid to put you into danger. He tolerates them and will put up with them if you drag him to do an activity as a group, don't expect him to be enthusiastic about it though. For awhile he got pissy about you being with them without him, which you chastised him for and he backed off. Thank god. He will ask you what everyone will be going to do, expect him to text and check on you quite often.

Your occasional annoyance with his possessiveness still doesn't stop him from wanting to keep you to himself. You'rd precious prize bestowed upon him by sleep itself for his devotion. He knows it's wrong to want to keep you though, but his mind will still wander to it when you're laying in his arms late at night. Having you with him at all times with no reason for anything else to tempt you to leave. He doesn't think you'd be disloyal, he just can't help himself. He's insecure about himself even if he doesn't want to admit it. Those late nights with you sleeping in his arms are his time to think about ways to keep you close to him. With cute dates, making your favorite food, movie nights, gifts. Sometimes his mind does slip to the more sinister...keeping you on a literal short leash, not letting you go anywhere without him, keeping you inside, having your undying devotion and love. He knows having to head any of that would upset you, so he keeps his mouth shut about his strange thoughts soon to be turned fantasy.

At home and out of the public eye he's much more open about his protectiveness. The neck is a special point of interest for him, he can't keep his hands off yours whenever he passes. You'll hear the stop steps of his feet approaching and a graze to the back of your neck before it slips away, neither of you speak while it happens. It's partly as a way to say hi without opening his mouth, you both know the other reason he does it. The way your pulse beats and adams' apple moves under his palm always makes his breath quicken.

When the two of you sleep it's like he's trying to absorb you into his own body some nights, hands gripping you wherever they can find bare skin. Pushing and pulling you into a ball so he can wrap himself around you like an animal would it's young. Whenever you wake up the next day your muscles ache, he'll always massage the tension out and apologize with sweet words. Other times you'll wake up with those hands resting around your throat and him watching you peacefully sleeping, his thumbs brushing your skin so lightly as to not wake you.

Your sex life with him also plays into his need to own you, it's a place for him to be able to channel all his frustrations and desires that he doesn't let out. He has a liking for collars and what they represent, getting you a soft leather one to wear during more intense, thought out sessions. Whenever you choose to wear it around the house to tease him he struggles to hold himself back, and oftentimes ends up behind you gripping your body and putting his head into the place where your shoulder and neck meet.

When he gets like this it's so fun to tease him, he gets so desperate but won't do anything unless you give him the go ahead to do so. Eventually he'll break a little and plead with you to do something, even just a kiss would make him happy! You can feel him half hard though his loungewear against your behind, when you grind against him he lets out such shaky breaths. Hands sneak up to hold the rings of your collar while he grinds himself against you, he'll dry hump you till he finishes in his pants if you don't let him go farther than that. Times like that it feels more suitable that he wears the collar.

If you let him, he'll put a leash on your collar and use it to get you where he wants you. Having you on the ground, bare and on all fours, while he sits fully clothed is a power trip fantasy he discovered with you. A tug on the leash to get you between his spread legs is enough to make him pant. The look of obedience on your face makes him want to take you In front of others just so they can see who you answer to, but that would be giving them too much. He'll tug on the leash when you suck him off, making you take him deeper and choke. It feels wonderful.

He bought you yet another collar. Not a leather one with space for a leash but a simple silver chain that serves the same purpose that's suitable to wear outdoors, he has a matching one. His fingers often play with the thin chain around your neck as a way to soothe himself and reassure that you two belong to each other.

[master-xochimilli]

Love when I'm fucking a cute bitch and they start moaning oh god as I fuck a load into them

Like mmhm, that's me sweetheart— you praying and begging for me to go even rougher? Praying for more of me inside you, little dove~?

[chronic-escapixt]

His Rose ~ Part 1

(Kai Parker x Bennett OC fanfiction)

content warnings/tags ~ Dark fiction, CNC, dubcon, yandere, murder, abuse, trauma, smut, stalking, innocence kink, dacryphilia, manipulation. Minors DNI

I don't claim ownership of The Vampire Diaries or its characters. All credits go to the rightful owner(s). I only own my original character(s).

Word count: 1.6k

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Bonnie's life was on the line.. again.

The Other Side was collapsing, time was running out and as the anchor to the crumbling realm, she knew she wouldn't be spared. She stopped at her home and let Rose know. The news absolutely crushed her sister. Rose felt like she just got her back from when she died last summer. Becoming the anchor was her second chance at life but now it was being ripped away. Rose didn't even have time to argue a solution before she squeezed her in a tight hug and said goodbye. She was out the door, dashing off to pull Elena, Damon, and the others back from the Other Side.

Rose watched as the door shut behind her, wiping the wetness from her eyes before charging into Sheila Bennett's in-home study. From her life as a practicing witch and occult studies professor, their late grandmother had shelves full of ancient grimoires, scrolls, texts and items so she ought to have something that could save Bonnie. As the minutes ticked by, the piles of useless books stacked around her grew with her desperation.

"There's nothing here!" she muttered, slamming the heavy grimoire closed. The force rattled the desk and the shelf above it, knocking a scroll down in front of her. Rose blinked away her frustrated tears and lifted the dusty scroll, blowing it with her breath to reveal the Latin handwriting and symbols.

After pulling her friends back to the living world, Bonnie anticipated the approaching light. She glanced back, meeting Elena's solemn gaze. They all gathered behind her, no words left to say as they watched their beloved witch meet the very fate she had saved them from. She knew she couldn't save herself and she accepted that. She only hoped that within the next few moments she would find peace with her grams and father.

The moment she closed her eyes, she felt a jolt of energy lance through her. Something changed. When she opened them, she was amongst the others but Rose stood a few feet away, the wind of the collapsing dimension tossing her brown curls, the white light reflecting off her face.

Horror gripped her when she realized she was no longer linked to the Other Side, Rose was.

She offered Bonnie an apologetic smile as she watched tears bead down her shocked face.

"I love you, Bonnie," she uttered just before the light consumed her completely...

and she was gone.

The brightness subsided as the wind around her settled to a calm hush. Rose could finally open her eyes and found that she was standing in the same place, at the boarder of Mystic Falls but everyone had disappeared.

She dashed around town calling out Bonnie's name, looking for her, their friends or anyone but it was completely deserted. She stopped to catch her breath in the middle of the town square, the usually bustling epicenter was empty. That's when panic set in, worrying that she was actually dead, though this didn't seem like the “peace” described or even hell. For that matter, she didn't feel dead, in fact she felt very much alive something she realized when her stomach growled. “Dead people don't get hungry," she told herself as she walked into the Mystic Grill. Much like everywhere else, the Grill was desolate. She made her way into the kitchen and found it fully stocked with alcohol and food that seemed up to date, so the town couldn't have been abandoned too long ago, she thought. Rose made a quick sandwich and walked toward the bar when her eyes fell upon the bulletin board. She nearly dropped her plate when she read the date on the calendar.

May 9th, 1994.

It didn't take long for him to notice that things were different. After 18 years of complete solitude, he grew accustomed to the consistency of the realm. His strong ability to detect the presence of magic, made it all the more obvious to him when the young Bennett witch touched down in his prison world. He tracked her down to a Virginian town called Mystic Falls where he first saw her in the living room nose deep in a grimoire. He slipped through an unlocked door and watched her silently out of her view. He figured she was looking for anything that would explain where she is or how to escape but she likely wouldn't find anything in those texts. Luckily for her, he planned on revealing everything...

In due time.

Just over a week passed and unbeknownst to her, Kai was watching the entire time. He’d stay up while she slept, curled up with her fuzzy plush lamb she called lamby. Most nights she’d clutch the stuffed toy to her chest and just cry herself to sleep. Like a sad shelter commercial, he enjoyed the pathetic display, though he hated the little white lamb with a passion, fantasizing about how much more she’d cry if she woke up and it’s head was cut off.

He observed everything, from her tendency to talk to herself to the she way she put tension in her lips when she was concentrating on the Latin of her texts. Clearly, she was a beginner and her general naivety would come to his advantage once he finally decided to make his move.

Rose swayed her hips as she rounded the corner, pushing her grocery cart while singing along to ‘I Wanna Dance with Somebody' by Whitney on her Walkman. He sat in a fold up lawn chair in the center aisle of the otherwise empty market, munching on a bag of pork rinds and watching with an amused grin, wondering when she would finally notice him. After deciding on a box of Count Chocula, she finally turned from the shelves and their eyes met. Her mouth fell open as she paused the tape and lowered the headphones from her ears. He smiled and gave a slight wave.

“Were you there the whole time?” She blurted breathlessly, taking him in. His face had a pleasant balance of soft and sharp features that made him both cute and intimidating and a mischievous glint in his blue eyes. The dark brunette wore a hooded jacket styled over a graphic tee, denim jeans and worn out converse.

“Yeah, I didn’t want to interrupt. You sounded amazing by the way.”

Her cheeks burned, “t-thank you… umm who are you?”

“Sorry, manners, I’m Kai. Nice to meet you.” He set aside the bag and stood up from the chair. Her eyes followed his ascent until he stood fully, towering over her. “And you are…?”

Her ears got hot. “Oh right! Rose- I’m Rose… excuse me, I haven’t spoken to another person in a while. I promise I’m not normally this awkward…” she sighed and averted her gaze downwards.

Kai shoved his hands in his pockets, “can’t be any worse than me I've been here since the very beginning.”

“You’ve been all alone for 18 years?" she uttered in disbelief.

Kai forced a laugh, “It's not so bad. There’s no traffic, everything’s free and privacy isn’t an issue… now, there is the crippling loneliness but that only creeps in once in a while.” He casually plopped back down on his chair and grabbed his chip bag.

“There’s no way out of here, is there?” She sighed.

"Nope, not unless you happen to be a Bennett witch…” he scoffed as though the thought were incredulous and popped a rind in his mouth.

Her eyes lit up. “Wait, I am! I am a Bennett witch.”

Kai grinned, “well then the odds just got a lot better.”

“So, is Kai short for something?” She asked as they walked back to her place. Kai offered to push the cart for her.

“Malachai,” he replied.

“Malachai,” she practiced softly.

“But I prefer Kai,” he tagged on.

“What about you, Rose is short for what? Rosemary or… Rosalie?”

She giggled. "You’re close, it’s Rosalina but I prefer Rose.”

“Rosalina... that's pretty, much more fitting if you ask me.” The way he said her name made her want to bite her lip but she opted to return his smile instead.

“This is me,” she announced when they came to her house. She led him inside where he was kind enough to help her put away the groceries.

“So, what is this place?” she asked.

“One of many prison worlds created by the Gemini coven. Anyone who opposes them is gifted their own personal hell dimension. I got mine on my 22nd birthday.”

“Why would they do that to you?”

He sighed, “most of it is coven politics- what you know and who you know, ya’ know? Long story short, my family betrayed me for more power. I don’t really like thinking about it.”

Rose understood and decided not to pry. “So, you know how to get us out of here?”

Kai leaned forward on the counter while he explained the Gemini coven always left a back door to their prison worlds and it was called an ascendant. Under the direct light of a solar eclipse a Bennett witch is to use her magic and blood to activate the device and transport them back to the real world. “We’re going to need a locator spell to find the ascendant. Without my magic, I haven’t been able to find it.”

“When is the next eclipse?” Rose asked.

“Time works a little differently here… the month of May repeats itself over and over, starting with the 9th. Every third time May 9th comes around the eclipse happens.”

"The last eclipse just passed a few nights ago… that means we have about three months to wait.”

“On the bright side, we have plenty of time to find the ascendant,” He noted with an optimistic air. It amazed her how he managed to be so hopeful and positive even after being trapped for 18 years. “After all this time, 3 months is nothing,” he murmured.

She thanked him for helping her with her groceries. “Well, I’m going to make stuffed chicken for dinner. You can stay if you want.”

“You just met me and you’re asking me to stay for dinner… I mean, I could be a serial killer,” he finished with a charming smirk.

“You’re too nice to be a serial killer,” she put matter-of-factly while taking out the chicken breasts.

“Ted Bundy was nice,” he retorted.

She smiled at his wit. “Are you staying or not? Because I need to know if I’m making one chicken breast or two.”

Kai relented, “Oh, alright. How can I say no to stuffed chicken?”

[msmorningstaarr]

prompt 19, pairing of your choosing 🫶🏻

Hey you 💟 HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVEEEEEEE!

You asked, so here it comes:

to tame a dragon. | brat!Rhaenyra Targaryen x brat tamer!Reader

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word count: 2.8k

pairing: brattamer!Reader x brat!Rhaenyra

warnings: established relationship, queen rhaenyra targaryen, sub/dom dynamics(reader dom rhaenyra sub), oral sex (f receiving), overstimulation, mentions of voyeur, some gender dysphoria on reader’s part(?), reader is really engaged in pleasing rhaenyra, no age gap, reader has no physical description, bottom rhaenyra x top reader, rough sex, team black won AU, please tell me if there’s any tag left!

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“If you’re going to act like a little brat then I’m going to treat you like a little brat.”

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The flickering candlelights form shadows behind your sweaty bodies as you and Rhaenyra smile gently at each other after you take her to utter pleasure on her bed. The queen breathes heavily and her eyes flutter with passion looking at your face. In the warm afterglow of your intimate moment, a sense of serenity envelops the room. The air is thick with the sweet scent of candles, their flames dancing in rhythmic harmony with the fading echoes of your shared ecstasy. Rhaenyra's fingers trace delicate patterns on your skin, and the room is filled with a soft, contented silence.

As you both catch your breath, the queen's eyes continue to study your face, still aglow with desire and admiration. Her gaze holds a mixture of vulnerability and satisfaction, a silent acknowledgment of the connection forged between you. In that moment, the world outside the chamber seems to fade away, leaving only the two of you entwined in the aftermath of passion.

A gentle smile plays on Rhaenyra's lips, a tender expression that mirrors the intimacy you just shared. The queen reaches out to caress your chin with her fingers, her touch a soothing balm to both your bodies and souls. The flickering candlelight casts a warm, golden hue over the room, casting a spell of intimacy that wraps around you like a soft embrace.

“Was it of your liking, Your Grace?” You ask her, stroking her face softly as Rhaenyra regulates her breathing.

The queen beams at your question. “I enjoyed a great deal of it, my lady.” She replies, smiling at you. “But now that I have fulfilled my desires, is it still possible for me to fulfil yours?”

“My only commitment is to your pleasure, my Queen,” You speak, embracing your body in a tender manner as both of you sit on the mattress. “If you are fully pleased, then so am I.”

“Well, it is very kind of you to worry about me and only want to please me.” Rhaenyra would then chuckle softly and Rhaenyra would caress your face, her eyes still glued to hers. “But as your Queen, I command you to have your desires too, because I am rather selfless and I want you to feel pleasure like I just felt it.”

“You have no idea of how much pleasure I feel any time you come on my fingers, lips and now riding my thigh, Your Grace,” You chuckled back, stroking her silvery white hair as you gazed intensely at Rhaenyra. “I also feel very pleased to watch you taking pleasure with your husband.”

For a long time, Rhaenyra and Daemon loved to have you as their spectator for the performance they eagerly presented for you. It started innocently, you felt aroused by the way Daemon would manhandle Rhaenyra in front of you, even daring to rip her undergarments apart in urgency for her cunt, dripping wetness for him and exhilarated to have you watching them. With time, the desire for Rhaenyra only grew inside of her until it came the day you could finally have a taste of her. And how sweet she tasted… far better than just having to watch her with him. As time went by, you contemplated wishing you were a man to bury yourself inside Rhaenyra, taking her in all fours, spreading her legs widely so your seed would reach her fertile womb with no troubles.

“You like watching when I am pleasured by my husband?” The queen asked, smirking now, looking at the lady with an innocent look but with the sparkle of the fox of what she was about to speak.

“Yes…” You replied, pulling Rhaenyra to straddle you again. Her scent remained the same and mixed with yours as she cups your face and enticingly sighs as her hips bounce over you, desperate for more of what you have to offer her. “I love seeing you spreading your legs for him. I love when you climax around his cock, when you cry desperately for more of him in front of me, Your Grace…” You murmur, squeezing her rear and nibbling the queen’s ear, who moaned softly to your sultry words.

“Oh…” Rhaenyra would bite her lower lip now, fully delivered to arousal. As she gently rode you, she decided to ask you something, with those same innocent eyes and with obvious hints of a mischievous tone. “So, you like the sound of my voice when I moan or cry for my husband to enter my body?”

You smiled and nodded at Rhaenyra. “Although I still wish I was a man to feel myself inside of you.”

Rhaenyra would shiver and her body squirmed a bit when you teased her like that. The royal also moaned quietly, preparing herself to speak the words that you wished to hear at that moment. “Well… you are not, but I still let you feel my insides and touch me there anyway.” The queen hummed, feeling your delicate hands reach her arse to squeeze, making her head to arch back and nipples harden quickly. She bit her lower lip in the process, waiting for you to touch her like she lusted.

“It’s not the same, Your Grace.” You said, lowering your hand to her folds and getting a bit of her fluids with your middle finger to caress it over Rhaenyra’s swollen clit to keep teasing her. “I wanted to make you feel fully pleased, to look in your eyes when you ride my cock, to steal you away and wed yourself to me… to put my babes on your belly…” You spoke, still teasing. “Would you like to be my wife if I was a man?”

Rhaenyra had her skin shuddering in delight when you caressed her sensitive area so precisely, eagerly moving her lower body to give you more access and having you pleasuring her like this. “If you were a man… I would be your wife, your lover, whatever you wanted me to, I would be it.” Rhaenyras replies, moaning and biting her own lower lip, showing how much she was enjoying this moment of teasing that she was receiving.

“I would have made you the happiest queen in the world.” You replied, smirking. “But unlike your lord husband, I would not share you with anyone.” you continued, adding some pressure over her clit as you kept torturing her with slow moves. You knew almost too well that she desperately needed to release. The queen was already impatient and needy, the more you controlled her body with your grip, the faster she would try to ride on your fingers, her walls clenching around nothing. And when she grew impatient, the brattiness took care of her mind almost instantly.

“I do like being spoiled with attention and being the center of attention. Daemon knows it well,” she began, faintly speaking as moans left her lips. “Therefore, he holds no grudge nor jealousy by sharing me with you, my lady. It keeps me aroused for more, because he makes me feel so wanted and so much loved… I think you should learn from him how to please a woman better.” Rhaenyra teased you, leaning in to kiss her forehead and to hug her. You narrow your eyes because you know what she wants. The queen is greedy and wants it all on her time. Pushing you to the edge sounds like the better option for her.

“Could you repeat yourself for me, Your Grace?” You ask her, pulling off your hands from her sweet spot and leaving Rhaenyra slightly annoyed.

“I would love it if you learnt to please me better, as so far the only way you really manage to please me is by making me ride you until I come on your thigh.” Rhaenyra teased you with a bratty smirk and leaned her body to hug you again, kissing your neck. “I think you should be a little bit more aggressive than you are right now. Because I am getting a little bored from how submissive you are.” She muttered… finally activating all your triggers.

Teased by her words, you instantly grabbed her by her hips and swiftly shifted her body, throwing Rhaenyra on the mattress roughly. “You wish for me to be rougher, my queen?”

Rhaenyra would smirk as you threw her on the bed with an odd strength. That was an unexpected behaviour to happen between you. Your sex with her was gentle and involving, never rough. Rhaenyra would stretch her legs a little bit, feeling completely surprised by this action done on her. “That is certainly much better than me having to be in charge of everything.” The queen replied, rolling her eyes as she provoked you.

“If you’re going to act like a little brat then I’m going to treat you like a little brat.” You warned her, whispering in her ear.

Rhaenyra pulled your hair slightly to increase the teasing. She smirked at this as she felt her body being pinned down. The queen of Seven Kingdoms being put in her place by a merely lady would be an easy way to meet Seven Hells through an execution, however, Rhaenyra enjoyed being dominated by you and only you, that her body collapsed as your menacing words reached her ears. As rebel as Rhaenyra was, she would look straight up into your eyes as she was being held down, and said with that mischievous grin on her face. “And how are you going to punish me for my brattiness, my lady?”

You beamed mischievously and introduced three of your fingers inside of Rhaenyra. “You will only stop coming when I decide from now on. Is that understood?” You ask, already moving your fingers back and forth. Rhaenyra would feel her breath getting shallow as her eyes widened and she had a sharp inhale through her nose as she felt the three fingers of you exploring her inside walls. “Then you better hope you don’t regret it, Princess.” Rhaenyra replied, her voice quite shaky but still filled with the attitude she has had this entire time, very feisty and playful.

“I will only stop when your brattiness leaves this beautiful body of yours.” You spoke, fingering Rhaenyra. With those words and with the actions done by you, Rhaenyra's breath became even shallower as her eyes started to close and opened a few times while her body started to tremble again, this time from other stimuli rather than having to focus on controlling herself. With one hand, you used her fingers inside of Rhaenyra and the other hand was used to stimulate her over her sensitive bundle of nerves.

The queen gasped and moaned when you started to do circling moves around her clit fastly, nearly driving Rhaenyra to complete madness. The noises coming from Rhaenyra’s lips indicate that it was already making her body collapses as if she was convulsing and it made it really difficult for the queen to keep herself quiet.

Her breathing would seem to fail and her eyes would close again, opening only from time to time to look at you, as Rhaenyra seemed to be nearing her climax again. You smirked to see the whimpering mess you were creating on Rhaenyra. Your fingers worked eagerly to see the Queen orgasming once more. But as promised, you did not stop and went down with your mouth to suckle Rhaenyra, not giving her time to rest.

Rhaenyra would be taken by surprise with the new action you took, but she knew how much of an addicted you were when it came to please her. Since the queen's voice would tremble very much as you used your mouth to perform another action to her body, Rhaenyra grabbed onto her lover's head and pulled the lady to her body to increase the pressure between her cunt and your lips. Rhaenyra could feel the waves of pleasure hitting her body as she was very near to climaxing again and the sounds she was making now would make it quite obvious.

You eagerly suckled, kissed and used her tongue all over Rhaenyra’s sweet spot and went even more hungry as you felt the queen trembling, crying and sensitive to her touch as her peak would reach her once more. Rhaenyra's body kept trembling as her cunt announced her inevitable peak, like a storm arriving by sudden, drowning everything. Her body would twitch and her breaths would get shallower again. Rhaenyra moaned loudly and paid no mind to the others who could hear her. She closed her eyes and opened it again from time to time. Tears of pleasure left her eyes as her vision got blurred by the overwhelming feeling you just gave her.

You, on the other hand, did not stop and kept working your tongue on Rhaenyra until she called out your name in full bliss and overstimulation. Rhaenyra's body was fully quivering and she would squirm a little bit as she would climax so easily once more, crying in desperation. However, before Rhaenyra could take her body away from your lips, you had already locked Rhaenyra to have her intimacy attached to your lips after the imminent climax of Rhaenyra. “No, no, Your Grace… I told you I will not stop…” You provoked her, stimulating Rhaenyra with your fingers in slow strokes around her sore clit.

What the queen was expecting after all of her climaxes, was to be released and to take her time to breathe again and get her rhythm back, as you would always do to her. Rhaenyra had underestimated you, thinking you would not be capable of taking her to the edge. To have some more stimulation applied on her and letting Rhaenyra not be free to move away from it you immobilised her hips with your arms and your lips hungrily met her aching core once more, working your tongue on her sweet spot, suckling and licking the sensible skin.

That was utterly the most wholesome sensation the queen had already experienced. “Please… This is too much… I beg you…”

You smugly tried to smile as your lips kept working on her centre. She was already begging. “I see the brattiness is getting out of you, my love… come for me, once more. I know you can, Your Grace…” You faintly spoke, feeling Rhaenyra squirm in desperation as orgasm hit her like wildfire exploded her body. Rhaenyra had her last climax after all. The queen knew she would not stop, but had no idea of how committed you were to take her breath away. Being made to have it again after everything she just went through in almost no breaks is what was causing her to be more tired at this point. That combined with her brattiness, or her desire to be a rebel against this treatment, made her moan again but with these words coming out of her: “Please, stop doing this to me…” You watched Rhaenyra completely numb in the bed after climaxing four times in a row, trembling and whimpering after that whirlwind of sensations, breathing heavily.

“You wanted me rougher, so I did it, my queen.” You replied, finally leaving your lips from her and wiping your mouth, covered in her juices. Rhaenyra seemed to be so tired and numb after what she just went through. Everything the lady just put her through was something unexplainable to the queen and she was deeply in need to breathe and calm down right now. “What you just did to me… Was too much… But it still felt good…” She replied, with a hoarse voice and with a low and trembling tone, although still faintly giggling.

Slightly guilty for overtiring your queen, you go back to your gentle mood and worry about her feelings and well being, wanting to check on her immediately. “I feel I was too rough on you and for thus I apologise to you… do you wish to rest?” You asked, cuddling Rhaenyra and kissing her neck gently. The queen would moan while she was being cuddled and kissed gently on her neck. She would then shake her head in a negative way, to signify that she did not want to be let go.

“No… You were too rough… But it was… Good…” She replied softly, and as she was still speaking she would grab you by the back and pull you to her, looking for your lips and kissing you eagerly. You smiled and buried your head on the crook of the neck of Rhaenyra. The royal kissed you dearly and pulled her closer as well, wishing for it to never end. When their lips parted, you smiled sweetly at Rhaenyra and spoke.

“I do not plan on going this rough on you. Just do not be a brat to me.” You said, giggling.

“Impossible for me, my love… for those would be empty promises.” Rhaenyra snarkily replied before falling asleep in the arms of her lover, being bratty for a last moment.

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a/n: This is my birthday gift for you, @martellspear 💕 I hope you have a wonderful birthday and a bright year ahead of you! It took me so long to write it, but here it is! Please, comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated 💝 have a good reading :)

[transfemweirdo]

[k-nkypills]

Not enough people talk ab being used as a sex toy as in; more dominant based? IE I want them to become brainless as they fuck my cunt and I’m praising them for it, letting their brain turn off as I watch them fuck themselves on my strap or fingers. Watch as their eyes roll into their skull as they facefuck me, whining and moaning as their hips grind against me and they cum down my throat. I don’t even need or want to cum, just wanna pet their hair as they cum in me or cum on my strap. Let them breed me as many times as they want while being praised and appreciated. Maybe even at the same time, letting one breed my pussy while I suck the other off. I need more ppl talking ab this oh my god.

(Pleasure dom sex toy 10/10)

[master-xochimilli]

Making a sweet little thing kneel at my feet, eyes wide and pretty mouth swearing to worship me for their whole life, before taking me whole in their mouth

Moaning my name over and over into and against me like a holy prayer until my cum blesses their throat and overwhelms their mind~

[unownedobject]

‘Are we nearly there?’ asked Callum. They were driving further and further out of town and he had no idea where they were. He had only just met him in a bar and he was now starting to think that this wasn’t such a good idea.

‘Yes,’ replied Ben, ‘it’s just around the corner, see?’ and as they went round the bend he slowed down and pulled into a gravelled driveway.

Callum relaxed again. He must have a bit of money to live somewhere like this, he thought, as he looked up at the large house in front of him. ‘Is this your place?’

‘Yes.’

‘Impressive. And you live alone?’

Ben winked and with a smile said ‘yes.’

‘Cool.’

Ben led him along the path up to the house and unlocked the front door. ‘Come on in.’

Callum’s eyes widened as he entered the house. The hallway was grand, with a marble floor featuring a large stylish staircase leading upstairs directly in front of him. There was a pair of glass doors to the left of the stairs leading to what looked like the lounge. There were also a couple of doors to the right which must go off to the kitchen and the rest of the house. The ceiling was pretty high with an expensive looking pendant light hanging down just above where he stood. He looked at Ben and grinned. ‘When do I move in?’

Ben smiled. ‘Follow me’ and took him through the first door on the right, into the kitchen.

‘Wow, this is very nice,’ Callum exclaimed, ‘very nice.’ The kitchen was huge, and very modern with a large island in the middle. It led to a dining area towards the back with the biggest table Callum had ever seen. ‘You like entertaining then?’ he teased. He kept looking round.

‘Sometimes. Here, take a seat and I’ll fix us a drink.’ He nodded towards the tall chairs neatly tucked under the island then grabbed a couple of glasses from one of the cupboards.

‘Thanks.’ Callum pulled out one of the chairs and sat down. ‘So what do you do again?’

‘I’m in commodities,’ he replied.

‘What kind?’

‘High end, I sell to the rich and famous so I can’t say too much, it’s pretty confidential.’

‘I’m impressed. That’s why you’ve got this place then.’

Ben smiled. ‘Yes.’ He handed Callum a glass. ‘Cheers’ he held his glass up for a brief moment then took a sip.

Callum raised his glass and then knocked his drink back. He needed to steady his nerves before they went upstairs. Ben was very good looking, he couldn’t believe his luck when he’d asked if he wanted to come back with him. He obviously likes fucking young lads, he thought.

Ben stepped closer, and ran his fingers through Callum’s hair. ‘So you like being fucked?’

‘Oh fuck yeah, love it. Can’t get enough of it. Both ends, I don’t care!’

‘Good…. Very good.’ Ben grinned. ‘I like boys who like getting fucked.’

Callum laughed nervously, ‘you bring a lot of young boys back here then?’

‘One or two, Callum, one or two,’ still stroking his hair.

Callum felt really relaxed now, the sensation of the ends of his fingers caressing his scalp felt really good. He couldn’t wait to get upstairs now. He was a ready for a real pounding.

‘So,’ said Ben, and he brushed his cheek, ‘you ready?’

‘More than ready.’

‘Good boy, then stand up.’

Callum got off the chair but as he did so he felt his knees give way and he started to fall to his feet. Ben quickly grabbed him before he fell.

‘What the….?’

‘Relax, Ben said, ‘I’ve got you. I’ve got you now.’

And with that Callum’s eyes closed and he drifted off into a deep, deep sleep.

…

Something wasn’t right. Something really wasn’t right, and it took a few moments to focus. How long had he been out? Where was he? And why couldn’t he see?

Something was really up. He couldn’t move either. And he was in a strange position. He knew he was kneeling down on the ground but his knees were pointing outwards. His arms were down in front of him with his hands - were they in boxing gloves? - on the floor in front. His back was arched and his head was pointing slightly upwards. He was completely encased in rubber and he could feel countless straps that were tightly fixed around him from head to toe because he wasn’t able to move at all. He couldn’t even tilt his head. What the fuck is going on?

There were holes for his nostrils so he could breathe through his nose, and there was a hole for his mouth but he could not see a single thing.

Then it dawned on him that something else was seriously wrong - his teeth had been removed. Fuck! How long had he been out? And what the fuck is going on? He started to panic. He wanted out, and started crying out for help.

‘Sh..Sh..shhhhh….’ Ben patted his head. ‘Or I will have to shut you up.’

Shit, he was right there. ‘What the fuck have you done? Let me out! Let me go, please, I didn’t want this, why have you done this to me???’ He sounded really strange with no teeth, compounded with the fact that his ears were covered by the heavy rubber so everything sounded muffled.

‘I said be quiet!’ snapped Ben. ‘Or I will put this gag on you right now.’ He paused, took a deep breath, then continued. ‘Look, I told you, I’m in merchandise. And today, lucky boy, you are my merchandise. I have an Arab client flying in on a private jet tomorrow to pick you up. You see, this is the latest fad amongst the very rich. Fucktoys. I make them to order and it’s very lucrative. Don’t worry, you will come with a Maintenance Sheet on how to take care of you - cleaning, shaving, feeding, toilet training and so forth. Of course, once I’ve sold you it’s down to him how he takes care of you, but I’ve met him before and he seems ok to me.’

Callum was stunned. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

‘You said you enjoyed being fucked, well you are in luck,’ he continued, ‘that will be your sole purpose from now on. There is a hole in the rubber suit for your mouth, and one for your ass. Your cock is also on show but as you can probably tell it’s locked in a chastity cage and I will give the key to your new owner when he collects you tomorrow. Oh, and he specifically requested that I remove your teeth, as he prefers a toothless fucktoy.’

‘B-b-b-but what about you? I thought I was coming here so you would fuck me? I didn’t ask for this!’

Callum started to whimper. He truly was fucked and had no way of escaping.

‘Now now, stop that. You’re going to love it. I’m just the facilitator, I’ve no interest in fucking you, you little faggot. I’m in it for the money. You have nothing to worry about, though. You’re going to get so much cock, you will be in cock heaven. That’s what you wanted, right? That’s what you kept telling me so quit crying, that’s what you’re going to get. These Arabs are sex mad, they have kept me very busy lately, I can’t keep up with the demand. Normally I like to take my time and prepare the toys properly - you know, full toilet training, sorting out the gag reflexes, and so on. But this is a good client and he asked for a fucktoy on short notice. I’m getting good money for you. He told me he has a big party coming up and wants you available for heavy use. I imagine you will be very well used indeed.’

Callum couldn’t believe what he was hearing. This must be a dream - or was it a nightmare! But he couldn’t wake himself up.

‘Ok I think I’m about done here. So I’m going to attach this gag now. Not because I need you to be quiet, hell no, you can scream as much as you want, nobody is going to hear you. No, the sooner you get used to it the better.’

It was a penis gag and Ben took no time at all pushing it into Callum’s mouth and fixing it to his head.

‘That’s a good boy. Now I’m going to bed, so I will leave you to reflect on your old life, which of course is now over. Nobody will ever know what happened to you, you have just disappeared from the face of the earth. You no longer have any identity. This is how it is going to be for the rest of your life. You are simply a cum dump for Arab men. Just something to fuck before they go home to their wives. I will return in the morning so you can go to the toilet, and you can have some water before he arrives. Then it’s off to the Middle East you go. Goodnight!’

With one last chuckle he disappeared, and Callum heard the door close behind him and then lock. He was now all alone in complete darkness, unable to move. All he could do was suck on the silicone cock that was lodged firmly in his mouth. He was nothing but a mere fucktoy. Purely for the amusement of Arab men. It couldn’t be that bad… could it?

[bluebugsy]

The Unfair Heart ❤️

This is my very long series that l've nearly finished! I've noticed more people are discovering it so I thought l'd post the best way to enjoy and read it!

If you have any questions let me know!

[master-xochimilli]

Holding a sub's chin tight in my hand, seeing their desperate desire in their eyes, mouth salivating, wanting, needing me to use it. Seeing how pretty they look on their knees before me, babbling and whining over how much they need me, how they'll do anything for me in them

You'll do anything really, my little angel? You need me more than the air you breath? Go on then, seeing as you're on your knees— praise and pray for me in you as your god~

[aslingswingdotcom]

ASlingSwing at Cacklebery Campground Bike Week Event 2023

[lewdpsychosworld]

[xx-gemini-xx]

*ੈ𖤐‧₊˚ 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔪𝔢 *ੈ𖤐‧₊˚

call me Venus⋮ she/her ⋮ eighteen (18)

pansexual ⋮ infp ⋮ black

main blog: @xx-toxic-xx

gemini ☉ ⋮ leo ☽ ⋮ sagittarius ↑

ʚɞ likes: chocolate, spicy food, reading, anime/manga, cats, music, volleyball, watching vtubers, flowers ⋮

ʚɞ fave kinks: praise, degradation, light pet play, impact play, breath play, breeding, marking, orgasm control(edging + overstimulation)⋮

ʚɞ a few of my favorite animes/manga atm: Jujutsu Kaisen, Bungou Stray Dogs, Demon Slayer, Hunter x Hunter, One Piece, Moriarty The Patriot, Haikyuu, Assassination Classroom, Classroom of the Elite ⋮

ʚ favorite songs ɞ

𝘩𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘰𝘧𝘵/𝘩𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘰𝘧𝘵 2 - 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳

𝘣𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘮 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 - 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘢

𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳/𝘤𝘢𝘬𝘦/𝘴𝘰𝘢𝘱 - 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘻

𝘸𝘩𝘺’𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩/ 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 - 𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘺𝘴

𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘦𝘴/ 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 - 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥

𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘥𝘦 - 𝘢𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘩

𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘢𝘴/𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 - 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘨𝘢𝘨𝘢

𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴/𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 - 𝘥𝘰𝘫𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘵

𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦/𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘵/𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦/𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘮 - 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤

𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘣!𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘶 !!!/𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘳 - 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘴𝘦