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[anisangeldust]

top five favorite people on tumblr?

Anon this was difficult, because i genuinely enjoy so many people on this app, but im going with my gut. these are my top 5 favorite writers.

5. @bimbo-baggins17 , do I even need words? Rain is so incredibly talented, she’s kind, and she’s been a huge friend and support. I’ve never read something of hers I didn’t enjoy.

4. @speaknow-sw , this might seem biased but I don’t care. Evie is so creative, she’s cheerful, and anyone who goes to her blog is met with absolute sunshine incarnate. Her fics are delicious, and she writes perfectly in a language she claims she isn’t fluent in.

3. @spideyhexx , I couldn’t make this list without including my favorite Tom Blyth writer. Kits talent never ceases to amaze me, and her account is funny asf.

2. @fuckmyskywalker , Anya my beloved. Anya is another writer you can’t explain, you just have to experience his work firsthand to understand how talented he is. He is the backbone of the Hayden tumblr community, and I love him sm.

1. @hanasnx , hands down, probably the single most talented writer on this app. Indy understands the English language in a way I hope to replicate in my lifetime. He’s never written a bad piece of fanfiction; everything that comes from his hands is pure poetry.

I hope this inspires you to check out these writers. Go interact with them, go read their work, go talk to them in their inbox’s and say that I sent you x.

[anisangeldust]

I can’t explain how deeply i enjoyed this🤤

༊*·˚ princely.

coriolanus snow x dark!fem!reader

word count 1.5k cw dark themes, NONCON SOMNOPHILIA, dead dove do not eat, reader has a gross internal monologue, handjob, coriolanus is unaware of his assault, not proofread notes hey! i don't condone anything described in this fic irl! what the reader does here is gross and is literally assault. PLEASE HEED THE CONTENT WARNINGS BECAUSE SHIT GETS WEIRD! got it? good. then pls enjoy ♡ wanna give a quick thanks to my mutual @shellxrls for inspiring me to write more dark content, and for encouraging me to post this. if it wasn't for her, this fic would have never seen the light of day.

Your fingernails grip so hard into the blanket you fear you may rip the soft fleece from its stitches. Staring down at the beautiful boy sleeping next to you in your bed, looking so utterly soft and peaceful. You watch his chest rise up and down slowly with each breath he takes, studying how his muscles move beneath his skin. His soft blonde curls sprawl delicately across his face. You didn’t even know it was possible to look so princely while you slept, but Coriolanus Snow was living proof.

You had previously allowed Coriolanus to stay at your apartment for a few days while his place went under renovations, courtesy of his newfound inheritance of the Pinths’ fortune. He was your best friend after all, so who were you to deny him hospitality?

But on the first night of him sleeping in your bed, you find yourself questioning every aspect of your moral compass now that you had him beside you looking so vulnerable. Your fingers twitch. The temptation is nearly killing you. He’s most likely deep within some kind of dream, so…

Before your mind comprehends what you’re doing, your hand is on his smooth, toned chest, feeling him breathe underneath your touch. You want to pull your hand away, to stop before you start, but your hand feels as if it’s stuck to his smooth skin. What’s happening? Why aren’t you stopping yourself? Oh god, Coryo looks so hot when he sleeps. Is he dreaming? Is he dreaming about you? If he’s dreaming about you, then surely that means he’s into you, so he wouldn’t mind if you were to just—

Before you could realize what you’re doing, your hand is moving further down south Coriolanus’s torso, heeding every single physical and verbal cue that could indicate he’s waking up. You bite down hard on your lip — almost a bit too hard — as your hand approaches closer and closer to the waistband of his boxers. So crisply pristine, a pearly white color, almost too perfect. Did he not have a single pair of ruined underwear? Surely he must have a pair in the hamper with his cum stains painting the front. Maybe even multiple pairs. Yeah, multiple pairs of ruined underwear caused by Coriolanus’s physiology. The thought makes your pussy throb, and you look down as you thumb the waistband of his boxers.

But you decide to not venture towards the promised land just yet. Instead, you ghost your fingertips over the print of Coriolanus’s large cock. You have to swallow hard as your mouth waters, frantically flicking your eyes back and forth from his face to your hands. You think to yourself, is it too late to turn back? Could you still save yourself from the horrifying embarrassment of getting caught touching your friend in his sleep?

A small groan escapes his throat, and at the speed of light you retract your hand and wait for further instruction. Coriolanus does not open his eyes, but you still wait a few moments before putting your hand back.

Oh, Coryo. Oh sweet, princely, beautiful Coryo — if only he could see how pretty he looks right now resting his soft curls on your pillows, then maybe he’ll understand why you’re doing what you’re doing. Just can’t help myself, you think.

You really begin to think about the circumstances. You’re a hot girl. You’re insanely hot with a sharp tongue and even sharper brain. You have ambitions, goals, and fully thought out plans for the future. You’re perfect girlfriend and wife material. Would Coriolanus really be bothered by someone like you touching him in his sleep? In fact, he would probably be grateful.

Ugh, no! What? Stop thinking like that. You’re so full of yourself you’re choking on your own ego. You’re a violator. A venomous pervert. A venomous, conniving, irresistibly hot pervert.

You sigh to yourself. Your brain just keeps thinking in circles and in circles and in circles and in circles. You can’t be doing this. Just a little won’t hurt? This is as far as you’ll go. He won’t even mind at all because you notice the way he looks at you like you’re a lamb for the slaughter. This isn’t right. You can’t be doing this. Just a little won’t hurt?

The room temperature rises. A lining of sweat appears on your hairline as you continue to lightly ghost your fingers over the print of Coriolanus’s hardening cock. He’s starting to make noises more frequently. He must be dreaming now.

You dare to whisper, see if maybe your voice will bleed into his dreams. You’re dying to know how he’ll react. Ever so softly, his name escapes your lips like a delicate puff of smoke from inhaling a cigarette.

“Coryo,”

You wait.

You wait for a moan, a sigh, a physical response.

Nothing.

You say a silent prayer to yourself before leaning in closer, attempting to manipulate his dreams once more.

“Coryo, I’m here,”

You perk up as a tiny moan escapes Coriolanus’s mouth, and even more exciting, his cock twitches beneath your fingertips.

This was your sign to keep going.

Carefully, you retract your hand and drool a generous amount of saliva onto your fingers and in the palm of your hand before slipping your hand underneath the waistband of his boxers. And as your fingers made contact with his hardening cock, you shiver.

Your entire body flares up with goosebumps and your pussy throbs and aches almost instantly. You have to take a moment to yourself before you begin stroking him, to just hold his shaft within your perverted, filthy hand. Your heart is beating so fast that you’re afraid you might pass out before you can indulge in the fun.

Your hand trembles as you begin to stroke him, keeping a light yet generous grip as you pump his cock up and down. He’s beginning to moan more loud than before, and more frequently. You think to yourself about how you could cum right then and there just from feeling his dick and listening to him moan.

It’s dark in your bedroom, but your eyes adjusted a while ago, giving you a fair view of Coriolanus’s cock in your hand. You swipe your thumb across his slit, and for a moment you stop as a sharp gasp emits from the sleeping boy. But when he shows no sign of waking up, you continue.

“So big…” you whisper to yourself, voice barely audible. You feel his cock begin to leak with pre-cum and you slick up his shaft with his own bodily juices, making your hand pump his cock more smoothly as you pick up the pace.

You wonder to yourself if you could even get away with straddling his hips to sit down on his dick, slowly impaling yourself as your tight pussy envelops him in his sleep. How would he react? You can picture it now: you, stripped of your panties and nightgown, tits bouncing up and down as you ride his cock. Eventually, he’ll stir awake to the image of your hot body on top of him, moaning and whimpering sweetly. And he won’t fight back, oh no. Because you’ve seen the way he looks at you — you don’t think he knows how you study the way he licks his lips as he eyes you up and down. Your pussy is on his mind 24/7. He’s obsessed with you. You’re surprised he hasn’t tried to touch you in your sleep. You’d welcome the sentiment, though, as your eyes would slowly flutter open to the sight of Coriolanus pounding his cock into you. You wouldn’t tell him to stop.

Would he tell you to stop?

You’d like to think so. But you can’t afford to think of alternate versions of this night as your hand is now thoroughly pumping his cock in a proper handjob. Coriolanus mewls and twitches in his sleep, and your mind can’t begin to comprehend how hot he looks completely at your mercy.

“Pretty, so pretty,” you whisper. “Don’t even know I’m fisting your fucking cock, yeah? Wish this was my pussy? Wish I was fucking you in your sleep instead of giving you this lousy handjob?”

You don’t know what comes over you as you lean down to kiss his sleeping lips, and before you know it, he’s lazily grunting as he spills his cum all over your hand.

And you’re so turned on you feel more as if you have to pee more than anything. Your pussy pulsates as you feel his cock throb underneath your hand, and you have to practically force yourself to pull your hand away and lay back down.

Mere seconds after his orgasm, you feel and hear Coriolanus stir and wake up. He mumbles a curse word under his breath as he assesses his sticky situation.

You just lay there, with your hand still covered in his cum, as a deep, dark dread fills your chest. Someone pours liquid lead into your heart as reality settles back in for you.

What have I done?

darby-rowe, 2024. do not plagiarize my content, nor distribute my content onto any other website like AO3, etc. my writing is exclusive to tumblr only.

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[anisangeldust]

OH GOD RAINNNNN!!

Nerd!anakin having his first time with us and his little glasses are all foggy, his curls stick to his forehead, he's in his star wars socks and he's moaning, barely forming proper sentences. Especially he has to hold everything in him together to not come undone when we praise him..

- 🐇

Caving and writing for nerd!ani just for you my darling. Hope you enjoy bunny <3

☆…━━━━━·:*☆…━━━━━·:*☆…━━━━━·:*☆

“Oh..oh my god...” He practically whines into the crook of your neck, hot breath fanning across your skin. Slowly thrusting into you, feeling each and every groove of your pussy walls. His body trembles, almost like he was a prepubescent boy again seeing boobs for the first time.

“Ani..” You softly moan, hands roaming the expanse of his back, eyes fluttering open a little and locking onto the Spiderman poster hung on the ceiling over his bed.

“..taking..mmnggh..taking me so well..” He picks up speed but only a little, knowing he’d bust quickly if he went too fast. He sits back onto his haunches to watch how your body reacts to him, his glasses fogged up a little. Curls are stuck to his already sweaty forehead, his brows scrunched up in concentration, sweat beading up on his top lip. He watches as your breasts bounce with each thrust.

His bed squeaks under the weight of you both despite his movements being gentle. His slightly curved cock hits all the right spots in you even if he’s holding back.

“Fuck, Ani…feels so good..”

He sucks in a sharp breath, his hips stuttering for a second hearing your praise. His cock twitching in your cunt. “I-..I do..? It does..?” He’s not a virgin but he definitely isn’t well versed in women.

You nod your head, despite the fact that there are countless action figures on shelves and super hero posters staring at you, or the way he kept his R2-D2 socks on, his formidable cock was making you see stars. “Yes..please..need more..faster..”

He lets out a grunt, having to steel himself, eyes squeezing shut tightly. He nods his head, one hand reaching up to hold onto his headboard to ground himself in some way. Anakin picks up the pace of his hips, thrusting into you a little faster.

“Oh god..just like that, Ani..don’t stop.”

His dick twitches as you continue to praise him, making his movements less rhythmic.

“So good…feels so good..love how your dick feels.”

He whimpers hearing that, biting down on his bottom lip more harshly. “..’m gonna…’m gonna cum..i-if you…fuck..keep talking like that..” He tries to pull back but you hook your legs around him, preventing him from doing so. “Baby..baby I-..I don’t wanna..mmph..can’t cum yet..”

“Please..give it to me Ani. Please.”

When you ask like that and look so pretty, flushed beneath him on his admittedly immature pokemon sheets, how could he say no?

His hips thrust into you erratically before he’s cumming into your pussy that grips him so tightly, pathetically fast. He whines as he dumps his load into you. “Thank you…oh god..thank you, thank you.” He babbles as his dick continues to spurt his seed into you.

He keeps himself inside of you as he lays back down ontop of you, tired now. His body trembles, his breathing heavy. “..thank you..” he whispers again into your skin.

You let out a breathless chuckle, carding your fingers through his sweaty curls. “Don’t thank me. That was still good for me.”

He lifts his head up, adjusting his crooked glasses. “Really?”

You nod your head, “Yeah. Of course. I’m not gonna fake it just for your ego.”

His cheeks flush instantly, “Oh..good..glad it wasn’t a total let down.” He lets out a shaky exhale. “Can I..try again?”

Your pussy walls flutter around his dick still in you over his question. So timid, so nervous but still wanted to make you feel good.

You nod your head rapidly, “Yes, yes please.”

He’ll make it better this time.

[tinyluvs]

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[astrxealis]

shadowbringers musicebbajgeghbahebjgb some lyrics!

“in monochrome melodies, our tears are painted in red”

“we’re nothing more than scions and sinners”

the whole of ‘to the edge’ tbh. that stuff absolutely ruins me always

“like broken angels, wingless, cast from heaven's gates (our slumbering demons awake) / we only fly when falling, falling far from grace (hell take us, heaven can wait)”

“the road that we walk, is lost in the flood / here proud angels bathe in their wages of blood”

“AUTHORS OF OUR FATE, ORCHESTRATE OUR FALL FROM GRACE, POOREST PLAYERS ON THE STAGE, OUR DEFIANCE STRIVES US STRAIGHT TO THE EDGE”

“A REFLECTION IN THE GLASS, RECOLLECTIONS OF OUR PAST, SWIFT AS DARKNESS COLD AS ASH, FAR BEYOND THIS DREAM OF PARADISE LOST”

as you can tell i especially love those two. and everything tbh. but i’m listening to ‘shadowbringers’ rn so hi (’to the edge’ makes me so emotional though everytime)

“riding home, dying hope, hold onto hope...”

all lyrics in the shadowbringers expansion tbh. and the whole of ffxiv

THE LYRICS IN RELATION TO THE STORY. AND EVEN WITHOUT. IT IS JUST SO GOOD

shadowbringers is literally the best i am so obsessed with it i am so in love with it shb means everything to me omfg

this post is about lyics so i will stave off the want to talk about the music symbolisms and all haha. also no spoilers btw so dw

“la-hee” :))

“for whom weeps the storm, her tears on our skin”

“STAND TALL, MY FRIEND” <//3 <33

tomorrow and tomorrow always ruins me

[pinkkittysaw]

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[anisangeldust]

Someone sedate me

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓋𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉

Summary : When your Master comes back from mission, ready to scream his emotions, or make you scream them.

Word Count : 4.2k

Ｃｏｎｔｅｎｔ: Master/Padawan relationship, love confession, worshipping, PiV, size kink, breeding kink, mating press, missionary, pussy eating, vaginal fingering, big cock, bigger Anakin, slight degradation.

A/N : a happy belated birthday to @anisangeldust my wife <3 I love you and here’s your birthday gift : 4.2k of pure smut with a 6’8, 220lbs Anakin Skywalker. This work is kinda poetic cuz I’m a poet…

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓋𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉

Anakin Skywalker stood at the doorframe of your room, the twin suns of Tatooine's memory searing his vision even here, light-years away. The years had sculpted him — 6’8, 220 pounds of wiry strength and coiled power, his frame cast in sharp shadows beneath his Jedi robes. His muscles were taut beneath the fabric, but they weren’t the reason he felt like his skin might burst into flame.

It was you.

You were standing a few meters away, barely reaching his chest, your delicate frame lost among the gigantic room. His “Padawan,” the one he told himself was just that. The one he had been so careful to hide his obsession for. So careful to control his gaze, to smother his hunger behind careful smiles and glances he hoped were subtle. But the Force wasn’t subtle in the way it surged around you. It crackled in his bones every time you spoke, every time you laughed.

And today, he was done pretending.

Your head turned, and you spotted him. A smile bloomed on your lips — unguarded, bright. His pulse hammered.

His jaw clenched, and he strode toward you, closing the distance with long, deliberate steps. Each one felt like a step off a cliff, a plunge into gravity he couldn’t resist anymore. You tilted your head up to meet his gaze, curiosity flickering in your eyes.

He stopped just inches away, towering over you, the heat of his body palpable. He couldn’t stop the way his fingers curled, aching to touch you. His voice, low and rough, broke the silence.

“Tell me I’m not imagining this.”

“Master,” You smiled brightly. 

His heart clenched at the word, sweet and devastating in your mouth. Master. The title was a barrier between them, a wall he had built brick by brick, day by day, to keep you safe. To keep himself sane. But now, hearing it fall from your lips, it felt like a mockery. A cruel joke played by the Force itself.

"Don't call me that," he growled, the words torn from his throat. His hand shot out, fingers curling around your jaw, tilting your face up towards his. Your skin was soft, impossibly delicate beneath his calloused palm. He could feel the rapid flutter of your pulse, matching the frantic pounding of his own heart.

His gaze dropped to your lips, full and pink and tempting beyond belief. He leaned in, breath ghosting over your skin. "Call me Anakin," he breathed, his voice rough with need. "Or nothing at all."

The air between them was electric, charged with tension and desire. He could feel the Force pulsing around you, drawing him closer, taunting him with the forbidden fruit of your body. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, tracing the soft curve, and he swallowed hard.

"I've tried to resist this," he murmured, his forehead resting against yours. "Tried to tell myself it was wrong. But I can't anymore. Not when you look at me like that."

His free hand slid down your back, spanning the curve of your waist, pulling you flush against him. He could feel every inch of you, soft and yielding against his hard planes. His hips pressed forward, grinding against you, and a low groan escaped his throat.

"Tell me you want this," he whispered, his lips brushing yours with every word. "Tell me you want me."

“M-Master…I…I—” You blushed furiously. To your utter surprise, he kneeled in front of you, and even in this position, he was taller than you. 

His knees hit the floor with a soft thud, the impact jarring through his joints, his legs folding like a supplicant before an altar. Even kneeling, he was still eye level with you, his face mere inches from your trembling form. The position was unfamiliar, humbling, a stark contrast to the power he wielded. But it felt right, somehow. Necessary.

His hands found your hips, large and warm, spanning the delicate bones. He could feel the heat of your skin through the thin fabric of your clothes, the way your body trembled beneath his touch. His thumbs rubbed slow circles, soothing, coaxing.

"Shh," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "There's no need to be afraid. I won't hurt you."

His gaze locked with yours, intense and searching. He could see the confusion, the uncertainty swirling in the depths of your eyes. He understood. This was new, uncharted territory. For both of them.

Slowly, deliberately, he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against your stomach. The movement forced you to look down at him, your hair falling forward in a silky curtain. He breathed in deeply, the scent of you filling his lungs, his senses. Sweet and intoxicating, like the spices of a thousand worlds.

One hand slid up your back, fingers tangling in your hair, tugging gently until your head tipped back, exposing the elegant line of your neck. His lips brushed the sensitive skin just below your ear, a feather-light touch that sent shivers racing down your spine.

"Tell me what you want," he whispered against your skin, his breath hot and damp. "Tell me how to please you."

His other hand slid lower, cupping your ass, pulling you harder against him. He could feel the heat of your core, even through the layers of clothing separating them. It took all his willpower not to rip them away, to bare you to his hungry gaze.

But this wasn't about him. It was about you. About giving you what you needed, what you craved. Even if it killed him.

He was only a man after, a man made to worship, a god…or a woman. You nodded « T-the bed, Master » You stammered, blushing under his heated gaze. Nobody ever looked at you with such reverence —with such devotion.

A single word, a command whispered from your lips, and he obeyed without hesitation. His hands slid from your body, leaving you feeling bereft, cold. But the loss was brief, replaced by the heat of his presence as he rose to his feet, his tall frame towering over you once more.

In one fluid motion, he scooped you into his arms, cradling you against his chest like a precious treasure. Your head nestled perfectly in the crook of his neck, your face buried in the warmth of his skin. He could feel the rapid flutter of your pulse, the way your breath hitched with each step he took towards the bed.

The mattress dipped beneath his weight as he lowered himself onto it, settling back against the pillows with you still clutched tightly in his arms. His hand slid up your spine, tracing the delicate curve of your back, the dip of your waist.

"Is this what you want?" he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. "To be worshipped? To be adored?"

His other hand tangled in your hair, tilting your head back, forcing you to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark, intense, burning with a hunger that took your breath away. A hunger that mirrored your own.

Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his lips hovering a hairsbreadth from yours. "Tell me," he breathed, his voice rough with need. "Tell me what you need. What you crave."

His tongue darted out, wetting his lips, and you couldn't help but follow the movement, your own tongue peeking out to moisten your dry mouth. The air between you was electric, charged with tension and desire.

One hand slid down your side, skimming over your hip, your thigh, before settling on your knee. He pushed your leg up, opening you to him, his fingers trailing fire in their wake.

"I want to hear you say it," he growled, his teeth nipping at your earlobe. "I want to hear you beg for it."

His hand slid higher, bunching the fabric of your skirt, pushing it up and up until cool air kissed your heated flesh. His fingers brushed the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. “P-please…Master…I need you.” You whimpered, his words like poetry in your ears. 

His breath caught in his throat, your plea echoing through his mind like a prayer. The words he had longed to hear, the admission he had craved. He could feel the force of his desire, a living thing pulsing between them, urging him to claim you, to make you his.

But he held back, restraint a fragile thread, fraying with each passing second. He wanted to savor this moment, to memorize every breath, every sigh, every shudder of your body.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice rough with awe. "So beautiful. So perfect."

His hand slid higher, fingers brushing against the damp heat of your core. You gasped, your hips bucking into his touch, seeking more. He obliged, his thumb circling your clit with maddening slowness, teasing, tormenting.

"You're so wet for me," he growled, his lips trailing down your neck, nipping, sucking, marking you as his own. "So ready for me."

His big fingers dipped lower, sliding through your slick folds, teasing your entrance. You whimpered, your nails digging into his shoulders, your body arching into his touch.

"Please," you gasped, your hips rocking against his hand. "Please, Master. I need you inside me."

The words were his undoing. With a low growl, he surged forward, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. His tongue delved into your mouth, claiming you, possessing you. His long fingers pushed inside you, stroking, stretching, preparing you for his cock as you moaned from the large intrusion.

He broke the kiss, panting, his eyes wild and hungry. "I'm going to fuck you now," he rasped, his voice raw with need. "I'm going to make you mine."

His obsession consumed him, a raging inferno that scorched his every thought. His cock throbbed, heavy and hard, aching to bury itself deep inside your welcoming heat. But it wasn't enough. He wanted more. He wanted everything.

"I'm going to fill you up," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "I'm going to pump you full of my seed until your belly swells with my babies."

His fingers plunged deeper, curling against your inner walls, stroking that sensitive spot that made you see stars. "Imagine it," he purred, his lips brushing your ear. "Your body round and ripe with my children. Your tits heavy and full, leaking milk for our young."

He could picture it, the image seared into his mind. You, glowing with life, your skin stretched taut over the evidence of his possession. His cock twitched at the thought, pre-cum beading at the tip.

"I'll keep you barefoot and pregnant," he promised, his voice a dark rumble. "My personal breeding mare, ready and willing to take my cock whenever I please."

His thumb rubbed circles around your clit, the pressure just right, sending jolts of pleasure shooting through your body. "Say you want it," he demanded, his teeth grazing your earlobe. "Say you want to be bred like a bitch in heat."

Anakin’s eyes darkened with possessive hunger as he gazed down at your petite form, his cock throbbing with the need to claim you, to make you his. But even in his lust-fueled haze, he recognized the challenge before him. Your tight, untouched pussy would require patience, care, and plenty of preparation before it could accommodate his massive member.

"Such a tiny little hole," he rumbled, his fingers exploring your slick folds, stroking and teasing. "So small and tight. Made just for me."

He brought his fingers to his lips, tasting your essence, savoring the sweetness of your arousal. "But don't worry, my sweet. I'll stretch you out. I'll make you take every inch of my cock."

His thumb found your clit, rubbing firm circles, coaxing your body to open for him. His other hand slid down to cup your ass, kneading the supple flesh, holding you steady as he worked you open.

"That's it," he encouraged, his voice low and soothing. "Relax for me. Let me in."

Slowly, carefully, he began to work a finger inside you, the digit sinking into your tight heat. You gasped, your walls clenching around the intrusion, trying to push it out. But he was patient, gentle, stroking and massaging until you began to relax, your body accepting his touch.

"Good girl," he praised, his voice rough with approval. "Such a good little cock sleeve, taking my finger so well."

He pumped his finger in and out, twisting and curling, seeking that special spot deep inside you. When he found it, your back arched off the bed, a cry of pleasure escaping your lips.

"That's it," he growled, his own breathing growing ragged. "Take it. Take everything I give you."

He added a second finger, then a third, stretching you wider, preparing you for the inevitability of his cock. All the while, his thumb continued its relentless assault on your clit, pushing you higher, closer to the edge.

The sight of your tears, glistening like diamonds on your flushed cheeks, only fueled his desire. Your nails scrabbled at his scalp, your body writhing beneath him as he worked his fingers deeper, stretching you wider, preparing you for his massive cock.

"That's it," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Take it all. Take every inch."

His hand twisted, his fingers curling and scissoring, opening you up, making room for his girth. You sobbed, your back bowing off the bed, your walls clenching around his invading digits.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he grunted, his own hips rocking forward, his cock sliding along your thigh, leaving a trail of pre-cum in its wake. "Such a perfect little hole, made just for me."

Anakin could feel your body yielding to his touch, your muscles relaxing, accepting his invasion. Slowly, carefully, he began to pump his fist in and out, fucking you with his hand, stretching you, readying you for the real thing.

Your cries filled the room, a symphony of pleasure and pain, your nails raking down his back, leaving red welts in their wake. He reveled in it, in the knowledge that he was the one causing you such exquisite torment, the one bringing you such intense pleasure.

"Almost there," he panted, his own body trembling with the effort of holding back, of not ramming his cock into your prepared hole and fucking you until you screamed. "Almost ready for my cock."

He added a fourth finger, then a fifth, his hand disappearing into your heat, his knuckles brushing against your entrance. You keened, your eyes rolling back, your body shaking with the force of your impending orgasm.

"Come for me," he commanded, his thumb pressing hard against your clit. "Come on my hand like a good little slut."

And you did, your body convulsing, your walls clamping down around his fingers, milking them, greedy for more. He worked you through it, his hand never stopping its relentless movement, prolonging your pleasure, pushing you to new heights.

The sight of you coming undone, your face contorted in ecstasy, your body shaking with the force of your release, nearly undid him. His hips bucked wildly, grinding against the sheets, his cock throbbing, aching for relief. But he held back, his jaw clenched, his muscles rigid with the effort of not spilling his seed too soon.

"Fuck," he groaned, his voice strained. "You're so fucking hot when you come."

He withdrew his hand slowly, watching as your hole fluttered, clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled. A fresh surge of lust crashed over him, and he had to take a moment to regain his composure, to rein in his desire before he lost all control.

When he finally raised his head, his eyes were wild, his pupils blown wide with need. He crawled up your body, his lips and teeth and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He captured your lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing your cries, tasting your pleasure on your tongue.

The sheer size of Anakin was overwhelming, a testament to his virility, his power. His cock jutted from his body, thick and heavy, the veins pulsing beneath the smooth skin. The head was an angry purple, leaking copious amounts of pre-cum, glistening in the dim light of the room.

He positioned himself between your legs, the broad head of his cock nudging against your entrance. You could feel the heat of him, the hardness, the raw masculinity that emanated from his very being.

"Look at it," he growled, his voice rough with lust. "Look at how big it is. How it's stretching you out, making you mine."

He pressed forward, the head of his cock popping past your entrance, stretching you wider than you ever thought possible. You cried out, your nails digging into his shoulders, your body resisting the intrusion.

"Shh," he soothed, his hand coming up to cup your face, his thumb brushing over your lips. "Relax. Let it in. Let it claim you."

He pushed further, inch by agonizing inch, his thick shaft splitting you open, filling you in a way you'd never been filled before. You could feel every ridge, every vein, every throbbing pulse of his cock as it slid deeper, deeper, until it couldn’t.

You mewled and clawed at his back “Too much…too m-much Ani…” You couldn’t take all his cock and it bruised your insides. 

His heart clenched at the sound of your distress, at the pain in your voice. He knew he was big, knew that taking all of him would be a challenge, even with the extensive preparation. But he had gotten carried away in his lust, in his need to claim you, to make you his.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice hoarse with regret. "I'm sorry, my love. I didn't mean to hurt you."

He pulled back slowly, his cock slipping out of your abused hole, leaving you feeling empty, aching. He gathered you into his arms, cradling you against his chest, his hand stroking soothing patterns on your back.

"Shh," he murmured, pressing soft kisses to your temple, your cheek, your lips. "It's okay. We'll take it slow. We'll do this right." 

"That's it," he murmured, his voice low and soothing as he peppered your face with gentle kisses. "Just breathe, my love. You're doing so well."

His hips rocked forward, inch by inch, his massive cock slowly sinking into your tight heat. He watched your face intently, gauging your reactions, ready to stop at the first sign of discomfort.

"Fuck," he grunted, his eyes rolling back as your walls gripped him like a velvet vice. "You feel incredible. So tight, so perfect."

He paused when he reached the barrier of your cervix, giving you time to adjust to his size. His hand slid between your bodies, finding your clit, rubbing slow, steady circles, coaxing your pleasure.

"That's it," he encouraged, his voice a low rumble. "Let yourself feel good. Let yourself enjoy it."

He began to move then, shallow thrusts that gradually increased in depth and intensity. Each slide of his cock sent sparks of pleasure shooting through your body, building, intensifying, until you were writhing beneath him, your nails digging into his back.

Anakin’s sheer size was overwhelming, his large, muscular body blanketing yours, pinning you to the bed. His arms, thick with corded muscle, caged you in, his hands splayed on either side of your head, his fingers curling into the sheets. You felt small, delicate, completely at his mercy.

"You're mine," he growled, his voice a low, possessive rumble. "All mine. My perfect little mate."

His hips snapped forward, driving his cock deeper, harder, faster. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body, your walls clenching around him, greedy for more.

"Feel that," he panted, his breath hot against your ear as he pressed on your lower belly where the shape of his gigantic cock was bulging. "Feel how deep I am. How I'm stretching you out, claiming you."

His body covered yours completely, his broad chest pressing against your breasts, his hard abs grinding against your soft stomach. You could feel every inch of him, the heat of his skin, the power in his muscles.

His movements became more urgent, more primal, as he shifted your legs up and over his shoulders, folding you nearly in half. The new angle allowed him to penetrate you even deeper, his cock ramming against your cervix with each powerful thrust.

"Fuck," he grunted, his eyes wild, his face contorted with pleasure. "You're so fucking tight. So perfect."

His hands slid under your thighs, gripping your hips, pulling you onto his cock with each snap of his hips. The bed creaked beneath you, the headboard slamming against the wall with the force of his thrusts.

"Take it," he growled, his voice a low, menacing snarl. "Take my cock. Take everything I have to give you."

He pounded into you relentlessly, his balls slapping against your ass, his cock stretching you to the limit. You could do nothing but hold on, your hands clutching at his arms, your nails digging into his skin.

The sound of the bed frame cracking, the mattress sagging beneath your combined weight, only fueled his lust, his desire to claim you, to mark you as his. His hips pistoned forward, his cock slamming into you with brutal force, the head battering against your cervix with each thrust.

"Yes," he snarled, his eyes wild, his face contorted with pleasure. "Fuck yes. Mark me. Leave your claim on my skin."

He could feel your nails raking down his back, your legs kicking weakly at his sides as he held you in place, impaling you on his massive cock. The pain of your nails, the sting of your skin breaking, only served to heighten his pleasure, his need to dominate, to conquer, to own the woman he loved so fully. He wanted to consume you, nest in the crevices of your heart.

“Anakin…An-Anakin…Ani…” You moaned helplessly as he worshipped you like a goddess. You couldn’t even think about anything else, only him, only your Anakin.

His name never beheld such beauty before you had moaned it. Between the curves of your lips his name was given meaning at last. His soul was starved in want of your own and he knew that within the cathedral of your ribs laid his beating heart.

His hips snapped forward, driving into you with renewed vigor. The bed creaked and groaned beneath you, the headboard slamming against the wall with each powerful thrust. He could feel your walls fluttering around him, your body tightening, climbing towards its peak.

"Come for me," he demanded, his hand sliding between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit. "Come on my cock. Let me feel you."

He rubbed firm circles, his touch unrelenting, pushing you closer to the edge. Your moans grew louder, more frantic, your body shaking beneath him.

"That's it," he panted, his own release building, his balls drawing up tight. "Let go. Let go and come for me."

The feeling of your walls clamping down on his cock, rippling and squeezing, was his undoing. With a roar of completion, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing, his seed jetting forth in thick, hot spurts. He filled you, claimed you, marked you from the inside out.

"Fuck," he grunted, his hips jerking, his body shuddering with the force of his release. "Fuck yes. Take it all."

He collapsed on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress, his cock still buried deep inside you. You could feel his heart pounding, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath.

"That was..." he began, his voice rough, hoarse. "That was incredible."

He rolled to the side, pulling you with him, cradling you against his chest. His hand stroked your hair, your face, your body, soothing, comforting.

"You're amazing," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "So perfect. So beautiful."

He held you close, savoring the feel of your naked body against his, the warmth of your skin, the scent of your hair. In that moment, he felt complete, whole, as if a piece of himself that had been missing had finally clicked into place.

“Anakin —Master, you’re heavy.” You whined, squirming under him.

He propped himself up on his elbows, looking down at you with a tender smile. "What is it, my love?" he asked, his voice soft, concerned.

He could see the exhaustion in your eyes, the way your body trembled slightly beneath him. The realization of his weight upon you hit him like a physical blow, and he quickly rolled off, gathering you into his arms instead.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. "I didn't mean to crush you. Are you alright?"

His hands roamed over your body, checking for any signs of distress, any indication that he had hurt you. But aside from a few faint bruises and the telltale ache between your legs, you seemed unharmed.

"Rest now," he whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "I've got you. I won't let anything happen to you."

He settled back against the pillows, pulling you close, your head resting on his chest. He could feel your breaths evening out, your body relaxing into his embrace. And as you drifted off to sleep, he held you tight, his own eyes drifting closed, a contented smile playing on his lips.

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i’m not gna continue writing that one ffxiv fic until nighttime to rlly get into the mood for it hehe ... now to work on another <3

[anisangeldust]

Cumming!!

welcome <3 to my first kinktober!

Here you will find a masterlist of all the upcoming fics and the links will be added as they're posted!

Stay spooky🎃

cw: gunplay, piss, somno, abo, power play, bloodplay, cnc, dubcon, exhibitionism

October 1st

on trial - ModernLawStudent!Coriolanus Snow x Reader (cunnilingus)

October 2nd

knight's code - Gwayne Hightower x Reader (thighfucking)

October 4th

hot wheels - Sam Woodbridge x Reader (quickie & car)

October 7th

scaredy cat - Billy Bonney x BountyHunter!Reader (gunplay)

October 9th

mrs. plinth - Husband!Sejanus Plinth x Wife!reader x Coriolanus Snow (cuckholding)

October 10th

embracing the embrace of chaotic chaos - Eddie Munson x Reader (piss & somno)

October 13th

come right on me - Sam Woodbridge x Reader (cumplay & edging)

October 14th

touching me, touching you - Academy!Sejanus Plinth x Reader (massage)

October 17th

hostility maintenance - Patrick Zweig x Reader (hate sex)

October 18th

mating habits - Alpha!Billy Bonney x Omega!Reader (abo)

October 20th

closing argument - Jack Prescott x Intern!Reader (office & power play)

October 22nd

bloody, bliss, belt, and billy - Saccharine!Billy Bonney x Reader (bloodplay & fingering)

October 24th

royal reckoning - Prince!Billy Bonney x Villager!Reader (lovemaking & angst)

October 26th

conflict accumulating in clothed collisions - Academy!Coriolanus Snow x Academic Rival!Reader (dry humping)

October 27th

duty of desire - Peacekeeper!Snowjanus x Reader (dubcon/noncon & piss & **** ******)

October 29th

in the jailhouse now - Saccharine!Billy Bonney x Reader (exhibitionism)

October 30th

erotica - Coriolanus Snow (collections from Coryo's journal)

October 31st

the midnight prairie - Billy Bonney x Vampire!Reader (bloodplay & cnc)

[anisangeldust]

Phenomenal as always bb boy

Pairing: Hayden Christensen x [gender-neutral] Reader Summary: Lazy morning. Tags: drabble / he smells very good / nuzzling his arm pit / handjob / a little of somnophilia / it's my first time writing something like this please have pity / based on another talk with @bimbo-baggins17 because of an ask she sent me

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          Lazy Sunday mornings dismissed the use of alarm clocks, allowing you the luxury of basking in the morning laziness, unlike you’d be able to on normal weekdays. You relished not needing to rush to get up and count the minutes until leaving the house; the usual rushed talk along with the sounds of glasses clinking and footsteps up and down the halls now replaced by the calming chirp of birds.

The haze between sleep and consciousness stretched deliciously, a comfort only complemented by how the light slipped into the room through the thin, flowy curtains. Did your body feel that heavy, or was it really too comfortable to move? You stretched your toes lightly, becoming aware not just of the tangle of bedsheets but also of limbs.

The night had been especially warm, stuffy enough for you to leave the window slightly open before going to sleep—the morning was warm, too, making you grateful for the light breeze that cooled down the exposed skin, unlike the shy breezes of the previous night. Being too warm to be glued to each other like usual didn’t mean you’d be apart completely, either. Your legs were tangled with Hayden’s, who you discovered not to be all that far away after tapping around a little.

Unlike you, Hayden was still very much asleep, snoring faintly, head turned away from you and hands above his head. His chest heaved up and down slowly, and as much as you tried to fight against heavy eyelids, you couldn’t keep watching him for longer.

Maybe you fell asleep again for a few minutes? It was hard to tell, but Hayden hadn’t moved, so you were compelled to scoot closer instead, pressing your face to his shoulder, then to his neck, the crook, and inhaling deeply, ignoring the incoherent mumbles that came from Hayden.

Despite the warm night, Hayden had slept in a shirt—the old, worn-out gray one that he’d also used to the gym once or twice—and matching sweatshorts, which were as convenient as neglecting an extra jacket when leaving home, because it will get warmer as we move, love, and it never does, so he just stands there, huddled up, ironic opposites.

The tip of your nose ran along his collarbone and shoulder until you found the damp spot of his armpit, and— Was he sensitive there? Hayden squirmed when you nuzzled the muscle that connected his arm to his chest, where that scent of skin, sleep, bedsheets, the faint cologne, everything mingled into a heady scent that made you want to press impossibly closer.

Your leg hooked around his, and Hayden squirmed again when you finally nuzzled his armpit instead of just shying around it, saying something else, slurred, heavy with sleep. Fuck, it was almost shameful how much you wanted him always, all the time, all of him, so much that only his scent had you weak. You inhaled deeply, groaning at the sensation that tingled down your body and unraveled into the pool of arousal that formed in your lower stomach.

Hayden wouldn’t wake up easily in a morning like that, and you would’ve gone back to sleep already if things hadn’t evolved this way, too. How could you resist letting your fingers follow the trail of hair that slipped into his sweatshorts before wrapping around the base of his cock, which was already half-hard, whatever he had been dreaming? He was thick in your hand, twitching once you gave it an experimental squeeze, but he only started to harden after you pumped his cock a few times, letting your fist go up and down around it slowly and tightly until his hips twitched forward and a low sound escaped his lips.

How could someone have such an effect on you? Hayden’s hand tapped around until finding your thigh and instinctively squeezed it, just below your ass, but the one that was above you remained there, so you could nuzzle more into him, inhale him once more. He wasn’t awake, not with how deep and even his breathing was for the brief moment your hand stopped moving. It’s not like having him wake up would be a problem, but it felt better as it was.

Your hand slipped down to cup his balls, give them a squeeze before your hand wrapped around his cock again. The dry pumping wasn’t the easiest, but it was easy to get lost in it while letting your nose and lips trace the shape of Hayden’s pec through his shirt, letting your skin run against the fabric until it tingled.

By the time that pre-cum finally started easing your movements, Hayden’s breathing was labored, eyes still heavy with the sleep that remained after watching too many one more episodes of a show he liked. The haze of being woken up like that was probably as good as being awoken by Hayden’s head between your thighs. Returning the favor felt just as rewarding, able to hear all the needy moans he’d usually hold back when awake.

Hayden’s fingers sunk into your thigh to ground himself, grip tighter when your slick fingers found the sensitive spot under the tip that had him bucking his hips up once again, free hand gripping the bedsheets above you.

You watched Hayden’s face before burying your nose into his armpit again, wishing that thin barrier of thin, damp fabric didn’t separate you from his skin at the moment. You closed your eyes to focus on the heady scent, mixed with Hayden’s slurred curses and how heavy his cock was in your hand, twitching as you pressed your thumb to the slit and used more of the pre-cum to add to the slick that made your movements much smoother.

“Fuck, baby,” Hayden’s voice sounded firmer. The arm that was above you slipped under you with relative ease before wrapping firmly around your waist, in a way you had to adjust your head and press your face to the side of his neck instead—his scent replaced by cold morning air—, and the thrusts into your hand were more deliberate. “Good morning to you, too,” he groaned into your ear, hand finally finding your ass. “Don’t stop, c’mon, finish what you started.”

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[anisangeldust]

Still thinking abt this

Sam request since you asked😋

Sam has been super duper whiny and bratty while trying to get ur attention, and when you finally snap it’s all whiny and he’s so ‘sorry’ and stuff🤭

I hope this makes sense

Are we talking sub Sam rn?? Cause YES. My little whiny bitch boy needs to be put in his place 😤 I hope you like it 🫶

☆…━━━━━·:*☆…━━━━━·:*☆…━━━━━·:*☆

Sam huffs from the spot he’s laying on in your bed, tossing a stuffed animal up and down, bored. His eyes flick over to you, trying to see if he gets a reaction from you, pouting when you don’t even look up.

He huffs again louder.

Again nothing.

Frowning, he sits up. “C’mon babe, I’m bored. Let’s smoke.”

You shake your head, eyes still trained on the textbook in front of you. “I already told you Sam, I need to study.”

He groans and flops back down on the bed dramatically. “You’re no fun.”

You roll your eyes at your boyfriend’s theatrics but ignore the comment.

Minutes tick by but for a bored and not as stoned Sam, it feels like hours. Agonizing for him. He sits up again, drumming obnoxiously on his legs.

“Sam.” You warn.

He rolls his eyes and stops. “Oh my god.” He huffs. “Please just take a break or something.”

“I can’t! I already told you. Just give me like another hour, you big baby.”

He scoffs and folds his arms across his chest. “I’m not a baby.” He mumbles under his breath.

Again you don’t dignify him with a response.

“God this is so annoying. I just wanna hang out with my girlfriend.” He grumbles.

You ignore him again. One more time. Maybe he’ll take the hint finally.

The plushie smacking into the back of your head says otherwise.

“Shit.” He mumbles.

Sam freezes when you calmly shut your textbook.

“On your knees.” You say cooly.

“What? No..no I’m sorry babe. I didn’t mean to throw it that hard.”

“No, on your knees.” You repeat more sternly.

“Babe please-“

“You wanna act like a dog? I’m gonna treat you like one.” You snap again.

Sam’s eyes widen, never having seen you snap at him like this but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t immediately pitching a tent in his pants. He shakes his head. “..’m sorry..’m sorry baby..I was just-“

“You were just being a needy little bitch.”

When you get up from your seat, he moves to take a half step back but the look in your eyes tells him that’s a bad idea so he stops.

“I said get on your knees. Now.”

He gulps, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He nods his head and shakily gets down on his knees in front of you. “I’m sorry..” he repeats.

You ignore his pathetic apologies and slip your pants and panties off in one swift movement.

His eyes widen further.

Sitting back down on your desk chair you look at him. Snapping your fingers you point to the spot under your desk.

He gulps again and crawls over in front of you, looking up. “Baby-“

“God you never shut up,” you thread your fingers through his dark locks and shove his face into your pussy. “You wanna keep running that mouth? I’ll put it to use then.”

[anisangeldust]

Coming and screaming

𝒦𝐼𝒩𝒦𝒯𝒪𝐵𝐸𝑅 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟦

17/10/2024, Prompt : Incest, Daddy Kink, Orgasm Denial, Breeding kink, Threesome with Clayton Beresford & William Beeman

A/N : mdni, incest, daddy kink, slight orgasm denial, slight breeding kink, threesome.

Third fic yay ! This one is hella long and scrumptious as fuck. Don’t search the logic. Anyway enjoyy !

𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝒶 𝓁𝒶𝒹𝓎 : 𝒶 𝑔𝓊𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒷𝓎 𝐵𝑒𝑒𝓂𝒶𝓃 & 𝐵𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓈𝒻𝑜𝓇𝒹

You step out of the sleek black car, feeling the crisp autumn air brush against your skin as you glance up at the towering glass skyscraper. Clayton Beresford, your fiancé, stands beside you, his presence calm yet commanding. With his sharp suit tailored to perfection and his eyes glinting with confidence, he’s every bit the billionaire CEO the world knows him to be. But to you, he's just Clay—the man who makes your heart race with every smile.

As you both make your way through the lobby, the gleaming marble floors echoing beneath your heels, you can't help but feel a sense of nostalgia. It’s been years since you last visited your father’s office. William Beeman, the legendary stock-broker and CEO, is known for his financial empire, but to you, he’s always been "Daddy," even with all the business aura surrounding him.

Clayton places a reassuring hand at the small of your back as the elevator doors slide open. "Ready?" he asks, his deep voice smooth and steady, a stark contrast to the nervous flutter in your chest.

You nod, offering him a small smile. "As ready as I’ll ever be. Let’s see if my dad still as intimidating as I remember."

The elevator ride is swift, the numbers flashing by until it reaches the top floor, where the empire your father built waits. As the doors part, you're greeted by the familiar scent of polished wood and leather. William Beeman's office is a blend of power and legacy, the walls lined with shelves of finance books and framed photographs of world leaders he’s shaken hands with.

Your father looks up from his desk, his expression unreadable at first. Then, a slow smile spreads across his face as he stands to greet you both. “Ah, finally. The future Mr. and Mrs. Beresford.” His voice carries the same authority that’s made him a titan in the industry, but there’s a softness reserved just for you.

You step forward, your pulse quickening as you prepare to introduce Clay to the man who’s shaped your life in more ways than you can count. « Hi, daddy » you smiled brightly, hugging him.

Will's arms wrap around you in a tight embrace, pulling you close against his firm chest. You can feel the warmth of his body seeping through his crisp dress shirt, and smell the faint hint of his cologne - a spicy, masculine scent that always reminds you of home.

"My baby girl," he murmurs into your hair, his large hand stroking the length of your back. "I've missed you. How have you been, sweetheart?"

He pulls back slightly to look at you, his intense blue eyes searching your face. There's a hint of concern etched in the lines around them, and you know it's because of the accident that left you hospitalized.

"You’ll always be a little Beeman…" he whispered affectionately. "Are you feeling better? I hope that Clay here has been taking good care of you." His gaze shifts to your fiancé, a hint of challenge in his expression. "Because if he hasn't, well... let's just say I won't hesitate to teach him a thing or two about how a real man treats a lady."

His tone is light, almost teasing, but there's an underlying current of protectiveness that sends a shiver down your spine. Even after all these years, your daddy's love can be both comforting and intimidating.

Clay steps forward, his presence filling the space between you and your father. He extends his hand to Will, his grip firm and confident.

"Mr. Beeman, it's an honor to finally meet you. I'm Clayton Beresford, your daughter's fiancé. And yes, sir, I've been taking excellent care of her. She's my priority, always."

His gaze locks with Will's, a silent challenge passing between them. Clay's not one to back down easily, and it's clear he's not about to let anyone, not even his future father-in-law, push him around.

"I've heard so much about you, sir. Your reputation precedes you. I look forward to learning from your wisdom and experience." There's a hint of respect in Clay's voice, but also a subtle assertion of his own status and accomplishments.

You smiled but stayed in your father’s arms « He’s so sweet daddy… like you » You wiggled your hips.

Will's eyes darken as he feels you wiggle in his arms, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. He tightens his hold on you, one hand sliding lower to rest on your hip.

"Is that so, baby girl?" he purrs, his voice low and husky. "Well, I'm glad to hear Clay is treating you right. But remember, no matter how sweet he is, he'll never be able to love you the way I do."

He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "And don't think I haven't noticed the way you're pressing yourself against me, little minx. Your daddy knows exactly what you need."

Will's hand on your hip squeezes gently, a silent reminder of the connection between you. Even in front of your fiancé, he's not afraid to show his possessive side.

He pulls back slightly, his gaze shifting to Clay. "I hope you know what you're getting into, son. My little girl is precious, and I expect you to treat her like a princess. Because if you don't..." He trails off, leaving the threat hanging in the air.

Clay's jaw clenches slightly at Will's words, a flicker of irritation crossing his features before he schools his expression into a neutral mask. He takes a step closer to you both, his presence a stark reminder of his own strength and authority.

"Mr. Beeman," he says, his voice calm but firm, "I assure you, I have every intention of treating your daughter like the treasure she is. My love for her is unwavering, and I would never dream of hurting her."

He reaches out, his hand gently cupping your cheek as he turns your face towards him. "She's my world, and I'll spend every day of our lives proving that to her... and to you, sir."

There's a challenge in Clay's eyes as he looks at Will, a silent message that says he's not about to be intimidated. He may respect your father, but he's not afraid to stand his ground when it comes to you.

You pouted and brushed your fingers slightly against your dad crotch.

Will's eyes widen slightly at your bold actions, surprise and excitement dancing in their depths. He doesn't stop you, instead, he shifts his hips slightly, allowing you better access to his crotch. His voice is low and husky as he speaks.

"Baby girl, what's gotten into you today? Trying to stir things up, huh?" He chuckles softly, the sound deep and resonant. "Let's see how long Clay can keep his cool while you're playing with Daddy."

Will's hand rests on your thigh, his touch light but possessive. He turns his attention to Clay, a knowing smirk on his face.

"I see you're quite the gentleman, Clay. But I wonder, how long will that last when my little minx starts getting frisky?"

His gaze is challenging, daring Clay to rise to the occasion. Will's not backing down, and it's clear he's enjoying the tension that's building in the room.

Clay's eyes narrow slightly as he watches you play with Will's crotch. A muscle twitches in his jaw, betraying his annoyance, but his voice remains steady when he speaks.

"Darling, perhaps we should keep things civil," he says, his tone gentle but firm. "Your father and I have just met, and I'm sure he wouldn't want us to be too... forward in his office."

He turns to Will, his expression unyielding. "Mr. Beeman, I understand your desire to protect your daughter, but I assure you, my intentions are pure. I only want what's best for your daughter, and that includes maintaining a respectful relationship with her family."

Despite his words, Clay's hand tightens slightly around yours, a silent reminder of his claim on you. He's not about to let your father provocations go unchallenged, but he's also not going to stoop to the same level.

"Now, why don't we focus on getting to know each other better, without any unnecessary distractions?" He suggests, his gaze never leaving your dad’s one.

The sight of you spread out before them, your legs parted invitingly, is enough to break the last of their resistance. With a low growl, your dad descends upon you, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss.

At the same time, Clay positions himself between your legs, his fingers trailing teasingly along your inner thighs. He leans in, his hot breath ghosting over your sensitive skin as he whispers, "You're so beautiful, baby. We're going to make you feel so good."

Will's hands roam over your body, exploring every curve and dip with a hunger that sets your skin ablaze. He breaks the kiss to trail his lips down your neck, nipping and sucking at the delicate flesh as he goes.

Clay, meanwhile, is focused on bringing you pleasure. He parts your folds with his fingers, his touch gentle but insistent as he explores your most intimate places. He groans at the wetness he finds there, a testament to your desire.

Will continues his assault on your senses, his lips blazing a trail of fire down your body until he reaches your breasts. He takes one hardened nipple into his mouth, sucking and flicking it with his tongue as his hand massages the other.

The dual sensations of your dad’s mouth on your breasts and Clay's fingers between your legs are almost too much to bear. You arch your back, pushing yourself further into their touch, desperate for more.

Clay, sensing your need, begins to thrust his fingers inside you, his pace steady and deep. He curls his fingers just right, hitting that spot that makes you see stars.

Will, not wanting to be left out, moves lower, his tongue replacing Clay's fingers as he laps at your dripping core. He moans against you, the vibrations adding to your pleasure.

Together, they work in tandem, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. The sounds of your combined moans and the wet, obscene noises of Will's mouth on you fill the room, creating a symphony of lust.

Your moans and the way your body writhes beneath their touch spur Will and Clay on, driving them to new heights of passion. They continue their relentless assault on your senses, determined to bring you to the peak of pleasure.

Will, his face glistening with your juices, looks up at you with a wicked grin. He increases the pressure of his tongue, alternating between long, slow licks and rapid flicks against your sensitive clit. His eyes never leave yours, watching the ecstasy play out across your face.

Your fiancé, his fingers still buried deep inside you, leans down to capture one of your nipples between his teeth. He tugs gently, sending a jolt of electricity straight to your core. His free hand comes up to tangle in your hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck, which he proceeds to lavish with kisses and bites.

The combined sensations are overwhelming, and you can feel your body beginning to tense as your orgasm approaches. Will senses it too, and he doubles his efforts, his tongue working furiously against your most sensitive spot.

Your fiancé presses a third finger inside you, stretching and filling you in a way that feels so incredibly good. He matches the rhythm of his fingers with the movement of his mouth on your nipple, creating a delicious friction that sends shockwaves through your body.

As you teeter on the brink of ecstasy, they both seem to sense the impending explosion. They redouble their efforts, their touches becoming more urgent and demanding. Will's tongue circles your clit, while Clay's fingers piston in and out of you, hitting that perfect spot inside with unerring accuracy.

With a final cry, you come undone, your body convulsing as wave after wave of intense pleasure washes over you. Will and Clay continue their ministrations, prolonging your orgasm and drawing out every last drop of pleasure.

Clay's breath hitches as you turn around and take him into your mouth, your skilled tongue swirling around the head of his cock. He tangles his fingers in your hair, guiding you deeper onto his shaft. "Oh, fuck, doll. Your mouth feels incredible," he groans, his hips rocking forward to meet your movements.

Will, not wanting to be left out, moves behind you, his hands gripping your hips as he positions himself at your entrance. He rubs the tip of his cock against your slick folds, coating himself in your juices. "You're so wet, baby girl. I can't wait to feel you wrapped around me."

With a single, powerful thrust, Will sheaths himself inside you, stretching and filling you in a way that makes you moan around Clay's cock. The dual sensations of being filled from both ends are overwhelming, and you can't help but push back against Will, wanting more.

Clay, meanwhile, is lost in the sensation of your warm, wet mouth. He fights the urge to thrust into your throat, instead allowing you to set the pace. His grip on your hair tightens as he guides you, encouraging you to take him deeper. "That's it, baby. Take all of me."

Your dad, sensing your desire, grins wickedly. "Oh, baby girl, you want Daddy and Clay to breed this sweet little pussy of yours? To pump you full of our seed and make sure everyone knows who you belong to ? I was waiting for a grandchild but who knows ? It could be your sibling ?" He grinned menacingly.

Clay, nodding in agreement, leans in close, his breath hot against your ear. "We'll fill you up so good, doll. Pump you full of our cum until it's dripping down your thighs. Everyone will know that you're ours… but I’ll be the one to knock you up."

As you continue to bob up and down on Clay's shaft, Will establishes a steady rhythm, his hips slapping against yours with each powerful thrust. The sound of skin on skin fills the room, mixing with the moans and grunts of the three of you as you lose yourselves in the throes of passion.

Will leans over your back, his chest pressed against your shoulders as he reaches around to play with your clit. His fingers circle the sensitive nub, adding to the intense pleasure coursing through your body. "You like that, don't you, sweetheart? Having both of us inside you, filling you up?"

Clay, feeling your walls tighten around your dad’s cock, recognizes the signs of your impending orgasm. He pulls your head back, forcing you to release his cock, and captures your lips in a searing kiss. "Let go, baby. Come for us," *he commands, his voice rough with lust.

Suddenly you felt yourself being pulled off Clay’s cock and bounced furiously on Daddy’s one.

As Will pulls you off Clay's cock and bounces you furiously on his own, you can't help but let out a loud moan. The sudden change in position and the relentless pace of Will's thrusts send shockwaves of pleasure through your body, and you can feel yourself getting closer to the edge.

Clay, not wanting to be left out, moves in front of you, his cock bobbing mere inches from your face. He wraps his hand around the base, guiding it towards your mouth. "Open up, baby. Let me feel those pretty lips again."

You eagerly comply, taking your fiancé’s cock into your mouth once more. The taste of him mixed with your own juices is intoxicating, and you find yourself craving more. You suck and lick, your tongue swirling around the shaft as you bob your head up and down.

Will, feeling your walls tightening around him, knows that you're close. He leans over your back, his teeth sinking into the flesh of your shoulder as he continues to pound into you, chasing your orgasm. "That's it, baby girl. Come for Daddy. Let me feel you come undone."

The combined sensations of Will's cock hitting that perfect spot inside you and Clay's thick shaft filling your mouth are too much to bear. With a muffled cry, you reach your peak, your body shaking and convulsing as wave after wave of intense pleasure washes over you.

As you come down from your high, Will and Clay continue to move, their own releases approaching. Will's thrusts become more erratic, his grip on your hips tightening as he chases his own orgasm. "Fuck, baby girl, I'm going to come. Are you ready for Daddy's load?"

Clay, feeling your throat constrict around his cock, grabs your hair and holds you in place as he thrusts into your mouth. His body tenses, and with a low groan, he releases himself inside you, his hot seed spilling down your throat.

A few moments later, Will reaches his own climax, his hips stuttering as he empties himself deep inside you.

As they switch places, you feel a momentary emptiness before Clay is sliding into you from behind, his cock replacing Will's. He groans at the feeling of your tight heat enveloping him, and he starts to move, his thrusts deep and powerful.

Meanwhile, your father moves in front of you, his cock, still hard and ready, brushing against your cheek. He cups your face, guiding you to take him into your mouth once more. "That's it, baby girl. Suck Daddy's cock while that little fucker fills you up."

You eagerly comply, your lips wrapping around Will's shaft as Clay pounds into you from behind. The new position allows you to take Will deeper, and you relax your throat, letting him slide all the way in.

Clay, his hands gripping your hips, sets a brutal pace, his thrusts rocking your entire body. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixing with your muffled moans around Will's cock and the grunts and groans of the two men.

Will, his eyes locked on yours, watches as you take him deep, reveling in the sight of you so thoroughly debauched. He rocks his hips, fucking your face with shallow thrusts, his cock hitting the back of your throat with each movement. "Fuck, baby, your mouth feels so good. You're such a good girl for Daddy."

You chocked on his gigantic cock, tears running down. « Daddy… » you moaned around his shaft.

The sight of you choking on his cock, tears streaming down your face as you moan around him, only serves to drive Will wild. He grips your hair tightly, holding you in place as he continues to fuck your face. "That's right, baby girl. Take Daddy's cock. You look so beautiful like this, all choked up and desperate for my attention."

Clay, noticing the tears, slows his pace slightly, his thrusts becoming more deliberate and controlled. He leans over your back, pressing his chest against yours as he whispers in your ear, "You okay, baby? Do you need a break?"

Despite the tears and the choking, you shake your head, your eyes locked on Will's. The love and devotion you feel for him, along with the intense pleasure coursing through your body, keeps you going. You want to please him, to show him how much you adore him.

Will, sensing your determination, nods approvingly. "Good girl. You're doing so well. Daddy's proud of you."

He continues to thrust into your mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat with each movement. The combination of pain and pleasure is overwhelming, and you can feel another orgasm building within you.

Clay, feeling your walls tightening around him, picks up the pace once more, his thrusts becoming faster and harder. He reaches around to play with your clit, his fingers rubbing in quick, firm circles, pushing you closer to the edge. "Come again, baby. It’ll be good."

The dual sensations of Will's cock in your mouth and Clay's fingers on your clit are too much to resist. With a muffled cry around Will's shaft, you come undone, your body shaking and convulsing as another powerful orgasm rips through you.

As you ride out the aftershocks of your second climax, stars in the eyes, Will and Clay continue to move, their own releases approaching. Will's thrusts become more erratic, his grip on your hair tightening as he chases his own orgasm.

As your body trembles with the intensity of the pleasure, Will and Clay sense your impending orgasm. They want to prolong your ecstasy, to keep you on the edge for as long as possible. In a show of dominance, they tighten their grip on you, preventing you from reaching that final peak.

Your father pulls out of your mouth, his cock glistening with your saliva. He leans down, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth and tangling with yours. At the same time, Clay slows his thrusts, his hips undulating in a slow, sensual rhythm that teases rather than satisfies.

You whimper into the kiss, your body begging for release, but Will and Clay remain relentless. They continue their ministrations, keeping you in a state of constant arousal without allowing you to climax.

Breaking the kiss, Will looks down at you, his eyes dark with desire. "Not yet, baby girl. Daddy wants to feel you come undone when he's deep inside you. Can you hold on for me a little longer?"

Clay, echoing his sentiments, whispers in your ear, "We want to feel you shatter, sweetheart. Give us just a little more time, and then you can let go."

They resume their movements, Will's cock sliding back into your mouth while Clay picks up the pace once more, his thrusts growing more forceful and deliberate. The dual stimulation is almost unbearable, and you can feel your orgasm building again, even stronger than before.

As you struggle to maintain control, Will and Clay continue to push you higher, their hands roaming your body, pinching and squeezing your sensitive flesh. They're determined to drive you to the brink, to make you beg for release before they finally grant it to you.

« Daddy please….Clay… I n-need to….please please… » you begged, crying shakily. Your desperate pleas and the sight of your tears are enough to sway Will and Clay. They've pushed you to the limit, and they can see the desperation in your eyes. It's clear that you need release, and they're not determined to give it to you.

Will pulls out of your mouth, his cock slick with your saliva. He cups your face, wiping away your tears with his thumb. "Shh, baby girl. Daddy's here. We're not going to let you come now, I promise."

Clay, his thrusts becoming more erratic, nods in agreement. "That's it, doll. Don’t you dare let go. If you come there’s going to have a punishment, baby." He slapped you butt cheek earning a cry. 

You sobbed, trembling « Please…please…I’m a good girl….i can have it…please… »

Will slides back into your mouth, his cock gliding effortlessly past your lips. At the same time, Clay's thrusts become more forceful, each one driving deep into your core and hitting that perfect spot inside you. "That's it, baby girl," Will encourages, his voice strained with his own impending orgasm. "Take Daddy's cock again. Let go and come for us."

Clay, his fingers digging into your hips, picks up the pace even more, his thrusts becoming almost violent in their intensity. "Come on, doll. Let it happen. Show us what a good girl you are."

The combined sensations of your father’s cock in your mouth and your fiancé’s thrusts pounding into you finally push you over the edge. With a muffled cry around Will's shaft, you come undone, your body convulsing as wave after wave of intense pleasure washes over you.

The feeling of your walls clamping down around him is too much for Clay, and with a guttural groan, he releases himself inside you, his hot seed filling your depths. Will, feeling your throat constrict around him, follows suit, his own release pulsing down your throat. He pulled away and tapped his fat cock against your cheek, laughing.

As the three of you ride out the aftershocks of your shared climax, they collapse on top of you, their bodies covering yours in a warm embrace. They pepper your face and neck with soft kisses, praising you for being such a good girl and taking everything they had to offer. « This is how a real man treat a lady, Beresford. » your Dad patted his back.

[anisangeldust]

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𝒦𝐼𝒩𝒦𝒯𝒪𝐵𝐸𝑅 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟦

10/10/2024, Prompt : Bondage & Puppy Play with Stephen Glass

A/N : mdni, puppy play, bondage, pet play, overstimulation, collaring, leashing, mommy kink, master/pet.

Second fic ! First of a list of long kinktober fic for y’all to eat it up. Enjoy this one cuz it might be my favorite.

𝐸𝒶𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓉

« Get your puppy costume » you sighed 

Stephen's heart sinks as your command reaches his ears. He knows that tone all too well - he's in for a treat tonight. He stands up from the chair, his feet padding against the hardwood floor as he walks to the closet. Inside, he finds the puppy costume you picked out for him.

The costume consists of a padded black collar, a matching leash, and a fluffy tail plug. Stephen's hands tremble as he fastens the collar around his neck, the cold metal rubbing against his pale skin. He attaches the leash, letting it dangle by his side.

Next, he retrieves the tail plug from the drawer. It's larger than the one he usually wears, and he knows it'll be a challenge to take. But he can't let you down. With a deep breath, he inserts the plug into his tight hole, whimpering as it stretches him out.

Once the plug is secure, Stephen stands up and turns to face you. "All done, mistress," he says softly, his voice laced with a mix of fear and excitement. He holds the leash in his hand, waiting for you to grab it and lead him around like the puppy he is.

Stephen's cock twitches in his panties, already half-hard from the anticipation of what's to come. He knows you won't be gentle with him tonight, and the thought sends a shiver down his spine. He's ready to be your plaything, ready to be used and abused at your leisure.

You took out ropes and the leash tugging him gently toward the bed. Stephen's heart races as you points to the bed with the ropes in your hand. He knows exactly what's coming, and he can hardly contain his excitement. He follows you to the bed, the padding of his feet echoing off the walls as he walks.

As soon as he reaches the bed, you grabs the leash and pulls him closer. You attached the leash to a hook on the wall, leaving Stephen standing there, exposed and vulnerable. You then started to circle him like a predator eyeing its prey, ropes in hand.

Stephen's breath hitches as you begins to tie him up. You wrapped the ropes around his wrists, securing them behind his back, and then does the same to his ankles. Once he's completely immobilized, you stepped back to admire your handiwork.

"Good boy," you purred, your voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "Now, let's see how well you can handle the ropes, shall we?"

Stephen nods eagerly, his eyes wide with anticipation. He knows you will test his limits tonight, pushing him to the edge of his pain threshold. But he's ready for it, ready to be your willing plaything.

As you continued to tighten the ropes, Stephen's body tenses, his nonexistent muscles straining against the bonds. The pain is intense, but it's mixed with a sense of pleasure that he can't quite explain. He loves being at your mercy, loves knowing that you have complete control over his body.

Once the ropes are as tight as they can be, you stepped back and admired you work once more. Stephen's body is stretched out, his pale skin marked with red lines from the ropes digging into his flesh. He's panting heavily, his cock throbbing and leaking on the floor.

"You look so pretty like this," You cooed, running a finger along Stephen's jawline. "Now, let's have some fun, shall we?"

Stephen gasps as he feels your hand wrap around his sensitive balls, squeezing them roughly. His hips jerk forward involuntarily, seeking more of your touch. You chuckled darkly, your fingers dancing along his shaft, teasing him with feather-light strokes.

"Ahhh! M-Mommy, please," Stephen whimpers, his voice high-pitched and needy. His cock throbs in your hand, the head already slick with precum. Your touch is electric, sending jolts of pleasure through his body.

But just as quickly as it started, the pleasure turns to pain. Your grip tightens around his balls, twisting them in your palm. Stephen cries out, his back arching as much as the ropes will allow. Tears spring to his eyes, rolling down his flushed cheeks.

"S-Stop! It hurts!" he sobs, his voice cracking. But you ignored his pleas, continuing to torment his most sensitive parts. Your fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking it roughly, the friction almost too much to bear.

Stephen's mind is hazy, lost in a fog of pain and pleasure. He can feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening, ready to explode. But you won't let him cum, not yet. You slowed your strokes, denying him the release he so desperately craved.

"Please, mommy," Stephen begs, his voice barely above a whisper. "I need it. Please let me cum."

But you just smiles, your eyes glinting with sadistic glee. "Not yet, my little puppy. We're just getting started."

« Bark » you giggled tormenting him. Stephen's face flushes with humiliation as he hears your command. He knows what you wants, and it's not something he's comfortable with. But he can't disobey you, not when you has him tied up like this.

"Ruff," he whimpers, the sound barely audible.

Your laughter rings out, echoing through the room. "Louder, puppy. I want to hear you."

Stephen takes a deep breath, steeling himself for what he's about to do. "Ruff!" he barks, the sound louder this time, but still lacking any real enthusiasm.

You tsked, shaking your head in disappointment. "Is that the best you can do? I thought I trained you better than that." You reached down and gives his cock a hard squeeze, causing him to yelp in pain. "Let's try again, shall we?"

Stephen's heart races as he realizes that he'll have to do better. He can't let you down, not when you’re expecting so much from him. He takes another deep breath, his chest rising and falling with the effort.

"Woof! Woof!" he barks, his voice louder and more animated than before.

Your face lights up with a wicked grin. "That's more like it! Keep going, puppy. Show me how much you love being my little pet."

Stephen continues to bark, his voice becoming more enthusiastic with each passing second. He feels like a fool, but he can't stop. He's completely at your mercy, and he knows that if he doesn't comply, there will be consequences.

As he barks, he can feel his cock throbbing in your hand, the pleasure and humiliation mixing together in a dizzying rush. He's never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, but at the same time, he's never felt so alive. He loves being your plaything, loves knowing that he's bringing your pleasure.

"Good boy," You purred, your fingers stroking his cock more gently now. 

« Aww look at you… a good little puppy. What else can you do to earn your release ? » You chuckled stroking his hair. You clipped two little dog ears in his curls. 

Stephen blushed deeply as you gently places the dog ears in his hair, his face burning with embarrassment. The soft fabric tickles his scalp, making him squirm in his bonds. He knows that you’re trying to humiliate him, trying to break him down and make him beg for your approval.

"What else can I do, mistress?" he asks, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and desire. "I want to earn my release, please tell me what you want."

Your smiles, your fingers trailing down his cheek, tracing the curve of his jawline. "I want you to beg for it, puppy. I want you to beg for your release like the good little pet you are."

Stephen's heart races at your words. He knows exactly what you wants, and he's more than willing to oblige. "Please, mommy," he whimpers, his eyes locked onto yours. "Please let me cum. I've been so good for you, I've done everything you asked. Please, I need it so badly."

Your smile grows wider, eyes sparkling with delight. "That's it, puppy. Beg for it. Show me how much you want it."

Stephen's body trembles with need as he continues to beg, his voice growing more desperate with each passing second. "I'm your good little puppy, mistress. I'll do anything you want, just please let me cum. I'll be such a good boy for you, I promise. Please, please, please..."

His words trail off into a series of whimpers and moans, his cock throbbing painfully, begging for release. He can feel the pressure building, his balls tightening as he teeters on the edge of orgasm.

Your hand speeds up, stroking his cock with renewed vigor. "You've been such a good puppy, haven't you? You deserve a reward."

With those words, Stephen loses all control. His body convulses, his cock erupting in a torrent of hot, sticky cum. He howls with pleasure, his voice raw and animalistic.

You continued to stroke him quickly, milking him. You chuckled at his face, his hazy eyes and hanging tongue from pleasure. With your other hand you played with the plug tail in his asshole.

Stephen's body jerks and spasms as you continued to stroke his oversensitive cock, milking every last drop of cum from his throbbing member. His vision blurs, his eyelids heavy with exhaustion and pleasure. Drool escapes the corner of his mouth, his tongue lolling out obscenely as your skilled fingers prolong his intense orgasm.

"Ah! Ah! M-Mommy!" he gasps, his voice hoarse and breathless. "It's too much! I can't... I can't take anymore!"

But you doesn't stop, her hand moving in quick, efficient strokes. Stephen's cock twitches and pulses, his balls empty and aching. He whimpers and whines, his body writhing against the ropes that bind him.

Suddenly, he feels your other hand at his rear, playing with the tail plug nestled snugly in his stretched hole. The added stimulation is too much for Stephen's overwrought nerves.

"No! No more! Please, I'm s-sensitive!" he begs, his voice breaking on a sob.

But you just laughs, your fingers teasing the base of the plug, sending shockwaves of painful pleasure through his core. "Shh, puppy. Be a good boy and take it," you cooed, your voice sickeningly sweet.

Stephen's eyes roll back, his body going limp in the ropes as he surrenders to the overwhelming sensations. Tears stream down his face, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He feels like he's floating, drifting in a sea of ecstasy and agony.

Finally, mercifully, you stopped. You released his spent cock, allowing it to flop against his thigh, slick with cum and sweat. Stephen whimpers as the cool air hits his hypersensitive flesh.

"There, there," You crooned, wiping the tears from his cheeks with surprising gentleness. "You did so well, my little puppy. Such a good boy." Stephen can only nod weakly, his mind fuzzy.

You smirked fidgeting with his plug tail. Stephen's body tenses as he feels you fiddling with the tail plug nestled between his cheeks. His overstimulated nerves send sparks of pain and pleasure throughout his body, making him whimper and squirm in his restraints.

"N-No more, please," he begs, his voice barely above a whisper. "I can't take it anymore."

But you ignores his pleas, your fingers teasing the base of the plug, pulling it out ever so slightly before pushing it back in. Stephen gasps, his hips bucking involuntarily as the movement stimulates his prostate.

"Ah! Oh, god..." he moans, his eyes fluttering shut as he tries to process the overwhelming sensations.

You continues your relentless teasing, alternating between pushing the plug in and pulling it out, all while twisting and turning it inside him. Stephen's body writhes against the ropes, his muscles straining as he fights against the need to cum again.

"Please, mistress, I beg you…I can't... I can't take it anymore," he sobs, his voice breaking with desperation. "Too…t-too much..."

But you just smirked, your eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "Oh, but you're doing so well, puppy. Look at you, squirming and begging for more," you purred, your fingers never ceasing their tormenting movements.

Tears stream down Stephen's face, his body trembling with exhaustion and overwhelming sensation. He feels like he's on the verge of a breakdown, his mind unable to cope with the constant stimulation.

Suddenly, you removed the plug entirely, leaving Stephen's hole gaping and exposed. He gasped, his body convulsing at the sudden emptiness. But before he can catch his breath, you plunged the plug back in, twisting and turning it mercilessly.

"Ahhh! No! Stop! Please!" Stephen screams, his voice raw and desperate. But his cries fall on deaf ears as you continued your cruel game, pushing his body to its absolute limit.

You continued to do so while squeezing his balls gently. His body convulsed as your fingers wrapped around his sensitive balls, squeezing them gently as you continued to torment him with the tail plug. He lets out a choked sob, his hips bucking wildly against the ropes that bind him.

Stephen cries out, his body arching as the pain and pleasure mix together, creating a dizzying cocktail of sensation. He feels like he's being torn apart, his mind unable to process the constant onslaught of stimulation.

You continued her relentless assault, alternating between squeezing his balls and twisting the tail plug inside him. Stephen's cock twitches and throbs, dribbling precum despite his overstimulated state.

"I'm going to cum!" he warns, his voice high-pitched and panicked. "Please, please don't make me cum again. I can't take it!"

You just laughs, your fingers moving faster, harder, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. "Cum for me, puppy. Cum like the good little pet you are," you commanded, your voice dripping with sadistic glee.

His body tenses, his muscles locking up as he teeters on the brink of orgasm. He squeezes his eyes shut, tears streaming down his face as he tries to fight against the inevitable.

"No! No, please! I don't want to!" he sobs, his voice breaking on a desperate plea.

But it's too late. With a final, brutal twist of the plug, Stephen comes undone. His cock pulses and throbs, shooting ribbons of cum across his stomach as he howls in agony and ecstasy.

You stroked his hair and back, kissing his forehead gently, praising him sweetly.

As Stephen's orgasm subsides, his body goes limp, held up only by the ropes that bind him. He's panting heavily, his chest heaving with each ragged breath. Tears continue to flow down his face, staining his flushed cheeks.

You unclipped the leash from the wall and walks around to the front of the bed. You gently stroked Stephen's hair, your touch a stark contrast to your earlier cruelty. You leans down and presses a soft kiss to his forehead, your lips lingering on his skin.

"You were so good for me, puppy," you whispered, your voice a soothing balm to his battered senses. "I'm so proud of you. You took everything I gave you like a champ."

Stephen whimpered, his eyes fluttering open to meet your gaze. Despite the pain and exhaustion etched on his face, there's a glimmer of adoration in his eyes. He loves being yours, loves knowing that he's brought her pleasure.

"Thank you, mommy," he murmurs, his voice weak and hoarse. "I love being your puppy. I love making you happy."

You smiled, your fingers tracing the curve of his cheek. "And I love having you as my puppy. You're such a good boy, so eager to please. I'm going to untie you now, okay? And then we can cuddle and rest together."

Stephen nods, his eyelids heavy with exhaustion. As you begun to undo the ropes, he feels a wave of relief wash over him. He can't wait to be in your arms, to feel your warmth enveloping him.

Once the ropes are off, you helped Stephen to his feet, supporting him as he wobbles and sways. You guided him to the bed, and he collapsed onto the soft mattress, his body aching and sore.

You crawled in beside him, wrapping your arms around his trembling form. You pulled him close, pressing a tender kiss to his temple. "Rest now, my precious puppy. You've earned it."