#Just let me put him in a collar and leash already

[midnightskraptor]

I don't think I'll ever be able to live down the day I was off my ADHD meds, overstimulated, and talking about Tyki Mikk. And in the middle of the student union building said "I say this with my full asexuality, I would fuck that man so hard". And I,, didn't realize I was actually Yelling This. And it was Extremely Audible. And So Many People Looked At Me. There are people who only know me for this. I

[kwoniele]

from behind - csc

synopsis: your innocent picnic date with seungcheol escalated fast, but you can’t find yourself complaining about it.

genre: smut. porn w some plot lol

warnings: jealous scoups (we cheered!), clueless mingyu who ruined their date lol, hard!dom scoups, pillow princess!reader, angry cheol but not really?, overstimulation, edging, doggy, mention of mingyu during sex, dacryphilia but theres no extreme crying happening, oral (f receiving), fingering, hands are tied, unprotected sex, birth control but it’s not mentioned, that’s all i think… not proofread! i hate reading my work 😊

this was not how you expected the date to go.

in your mind, you imagined a quiet park with the breeze flowing through your hair as you and seungcheol were chilling on a plaid blanket on the grass. you prepared chocolate covered strawberries, a cake to celebrate your anniversary, iced tea to quench your thirst, and snacks to munch on as the two of you talk.

but goodness, were you wrong.

mingyu was walking his dog when he saw you and seungcheol and figured it’d be nice to greet the both of you. except, he didn’t stop talking. he kept telling stories about his recent fashion show he attended in paris—clearly oblivious to the fact you and seungcheol were on a date.

it only got worse when mingyu started to tell a tale of how you and him were absolute best friends in highschool. his hands mindlessly caressed your back and his smile (which he deemed was a friendly one) was a little too wide for seungcheol’s liking.

“it was so much fun! remember sports day? ms. kang really enjoyed the marathon.” mingyu laughed, not paying attention to how seungcheol’s jaw clenched, how the veins on his forearms were bulging, and how his neck and ears looked as if he painted them red.

“yeah! i- of course i remember!” you lightly chuckled, glancing at seungcheol who was clearly uncomfortable. he’d already eaten the entire container of strawberries, chugged down two water bottles, and even dared to open up the chips you bought.

“ah, fuck. sorry y/n. i have to go, shua hyung needs me at the shop.” mingyu abruptly stood up, putting bobpul’s leash back on her collar and waved goodbye to you and seungcheol.

the silence after mingyu left was deafening. suddenly the children playing at the playground were louder, the bushes swaying were rustling a little faster, and you can hear your pulse thumping.

“i’m sorry. about, y’know.” you scooted closer to cheol, resting your chin on your palm as you tried to meet his gaze. “ah~, what can i do to make it up to you?” two of your fingers nudged his chin to force him to look at you.

“make it up to me? you really want to make it up to me?”

“yeah! i’ll do anything. you can even be mad at me. actually, you should be mad at me! i’m sorry, hm?”

“fine. okay. i’ll be mad at you, but, you still have to do whatever i say. got that?”

and that’s how you ended up on the satin bed sheets, thighs spread apart as your hands were tied up with a random tie from his suits. you couldn’t touch him, pull his hair, scratch his back, you couldn’t do anything.

“fuck- cheol..” your back arched from the bed, bucking your hips into his mouth as his tongue rapidly inserted in and out your pussy. his thumb was circling your clit mercilessly, pushing you closer to the edge until he decided to halt all his movements.

“you think i’m going to let you cum just like that?,” seungcheol sucked on your neck roughly, putting pressure on the hickeys he already made prior. “want to cum so bad huh? what if i get that mingyu to do it for you? hm?”

“no.. not mingyu.” you breathed heavily as his chuckle tickled your neck.

“seemed like you were just as happy to have him right there earlier. am i wrong?” his middle finger slipped into your hole again, earning a hitched breath escape from your throat as he felt your walls twitch around his finger.

“i’m sorry, ch-cheol. haa~ please.. please fuck me.” your desperate tears pricked your eyes, making seungcheol smirk as he notices your glassy eyes.

“do you deserve it?”

“yes! yes yes yes! please, cheol.”

his gaze on you felt like he was staring at you for ten years. he slipped his finger out of your pussy and reached for your hands—slowly untying them from the bed frame. you immediately rubbed your wrists, easing the pain his tie caused.

“on fours, baby.” he unbuckled his belt and threw his pants across the room as you obeyed his words—putting your ass on display as you patiently wait for him to give you your next instructions.

you could feel the mattress dip as seungcheol positioned himself behind you, gripping your waist with one hand as the other teases your cunt with his tip. you knew he was grinning when you let out a whine once he got his head inside.

as soon as his entire cock was inside your hole, he rested there for a few seconds before slowly sliding into your cunt. “hngh~ faster.. please.” he didn’t say anything. instead, he gripped your waist tighter and thrusted into you aggressively without warning.

your hand reached for the pillow in front of you to grip onto as seungcheol fucked you as fast as he could from behind. your hips began to match his rhythm as you met his thrusts, causing seungcheol to groan inside you.

your walls began to twitch around him which told seungcheol your high was nearing. you thought he was going to slowly ease his thrusts, but god where you wrong. if it was even possible, he began to fuck you even harder than before. his tip kissed that spot multiple times which pushed you further to the edge.

“fuck, cheol, i’m close.” you warned.

“cheol— hngh! cheol i’m gonna cum!” you warned again.

“i’m cumming!” no answer.

he didn’t stop. why wasn’t he stopping? “i’m not going to stop fucking your pretty pussy until i cum, okay? we’re going to make sure everyone here knows my name.”

and he meant it. he didn’t stop at all. whenever a second passed, he only got rougher. faster. you already came multiple times at this point—but he wasn’t stopping.

seungcheol’s groans began to get louder, and louder. he chanted your name as if it was a mantra, and his grip on your waist tightened. he was near.

“baby. inside or no?” he urgently asked, confirming with you what you wanted before he came to his release.

“inside! please- please!”

you felt ribbons shoot inside you as his cum painted your pussy white. all his movements stopped. he pulled out of you to watch his cum ooze out of your cunt, smiling and taking his phone from the bed side table to document his artwork.

you plopped down on the bed, hair sticking to your forehead and chest heaving. “you should get jealous more often, huh?” you joked, pulling him by his neck to plant a kiss on his lips.

“piss me off one more time, i’ll do even worse than today.”

[chaepink]

I have a small question! Can we get some time whenever you are up for it, Maybe some more of the Yan!sub boys? c:

pathetic sub!yandere boys ♡ pt. 2

pathetic yet adorable yandere boys that are so obsessed with you that they'll do anything you ask them to do.

wc: 1k+ words | masterlist | part one

dom!reader, previous stalking, unhealthy relationship, pet play, bondage, use of blindfold, mention of strap/cock, mention of choking, mention of marking

note: part two cause part one did so well!

Yandere subs that are so obsessed with you that they'll do anything you ask, sexual or not. Ask them for some homework answers? They'll steal the answer sheet for the week's homework for you from the teacher's desk undetected. You've been craving certain snacks and tell them that? Weird enough, you find a pile of those snacks on your bed the next day with a note that has a heart on it that lets you know exactly who it's from.

But in bed? That's a whole different story. Believe me when I say that they want to feel weak and small underneath you in bed. Choke them, spank them, edge or overstimulate them, and they'll babble out 'thank you's to whatever pleasure you're giving them. Such a good boy that just wants to be obedient for you.

Tell them to sit? They'll sit mere seconds later, looking up at you for your next command. Tell them to make you feel good? They'll make you cum as if their life depends on it. You're gonna have to yank their hair so that they don't overstimulate you, making them whimper at the pain as they look up at you with sad puppy eyes, asking you what they did wrong.

They're so desperate to please you that they'll hack into your phone to search your search/porn history for stuff that you want to do to them but haven't asked yet. It's not like you haven't caught them doing so either.

You like pet play? You find them in your room with nothing but a collar around their neck, a leash that's connected to said collar on the floor in front of you as if its beckoning you to grab it, a pair of cat/bunny/dog ears on their head that looks so real that its as if they're actually connected to his head, and- oh? whats that buzzing? Turns out that they put in a tail vibrator in themself too! what a surprise! How about you call them a good boy and fuck him until he can't think anymore as a reward? Watch as he mewls like a slut when you take out the vibrator before pushing it back in him.

What about bondage? Well you'll find them tied up oh so prettily on your bed with some red rope that compliments their skin so well. They'll already be prepped, of course, not wanting to waste time on it so that you'll fuck them quicker. Maybe they'll even have a blindfold on which will heighten his other senses. So how about you touch him all over so that he begs for you to just fuck him already. Don't listen to him though, just continue teasing him until he's soaked the blindfold with his tears and as his dick leaks out pre-cum, desperately humping the air to seek any friction. what a slut!

Turn them into such a mess that all they can think about is the way your strap/dick is hitting all the right spots in him as they lay there taking it all so well. Make him scream out in pleasure, the sounds filling the room which would surely end with an angry complaint from your neighbors complaining about the noises the following day. But he doesn't 't care, why would they when you're fucking him so well?

They're so horny that they're willing to tease you in public just so you would punish them. With some friends and he tagged along? He'll innocently grab your hand to place it on the bulge in his pants, making you widen your eyes and glare at him before he reaches forward to grab something. This makes his shirt ride up which just barely shows the pair of lace panties he's wearing underneath that are peeking out from his pants. How about you drag him to the bathroom and finger him until he cums, a hand on his mouth to silence his loud moans, hm?

About to leave the house to go somewhere with a friend? He'll say goodbye to you wearing the sluttiest outfit right when you're about to exit the door, his ass practically out and dick bulging against the fabric. You can't resist how good they look so you quickly text your friend that you have to cancel and to meet up another time before shaking off your belongings and rushing towards him with hunger in your eyes. Sure you feel bad for your friend but thats the last thing on your mind, the outfit on your yandere being the only thing that you're thinking about at the moment. The way you're looking at him makes them feel so small as if they're the prey and you're the predator but oh do they love it so much.

You know their antics are just to rile you up but you can't ignore them, not when you want to make them scream your name so bad and make them cry from pleasure. It's not your fault, really.

It's not like they're complaining either. They'll gladly get on all fours and present their lubed up ass to you the moment you tell them to. They'll turn their head back to look at you with eyes that absolutely begs you to ruin them. They're just a mere toy for you to use for your own pleasure after all.

Do whatever to them, they'll take it all like a good boy. Leave marks on him so that he can be reminded of the previous night, filthy thoughts flooding his head as he gets hard again. He'll stare at them in the mirror, heading tilting up to look at the small bruise around his neck from your choking. The red mark on his waist is obvious, reminding him of just how hard you gripped it to fuck him even deeper and faster.

Everything you do just makes them even more obsessed with you but you don't mind. After all, you're just as obsessed with them as they are with you.

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

╰┈➤ masterlist | rules

[coldfanbou]

Kinkcember Day 19: BDSM

We went from pretty short to pretty long as we have Somi getting roughed up and loving it. Please enjoy.

Length 2.7K

Somi X Mreader

“I just need someone who’s a little rougher, you know? No one I’ve met has been able to give me it.” Somi said dejectedly as she stirred her coffee. The young woman glanced at her friend, who was staring out the window. “Chae, are you listening?”

“Mhmm,” she hummed, continuing to look out the window. I think that I may know just the person. “They got me into it.”

This piqued her interest, “They got you into it?” She asks, wanting more information from the petite woman.

The ends of Chaeyoung’s lips curl up as she remembers her experience. Chaeyoung turns to her friend, “Yeah, I met him when I went clubbing once. We went back to his place, and it was so good. I could give you his number if you want.” Chaeyoung leans over the table, getting by Somi’s ear, “Fair warning, though, you will never be the same. I can’t tell you how hard it is to cum with my boyfriend.” This sends shivers down the young woman’s spine and makes her consider what she’s doing for a brief second. In the end Somi decides to take up Chaeyoung’s offer, taking the phone number. “I’m being serious, though; you’ll be ruined for any other guy.” Chaeyoung hands Somi a slip of paper with a number on it.

She took the phone and saved it to her phone. The two continued chatting a little while longer before eventually departing. Once home, Somi pulled out her phone and stared at the number, remembering Chaeyoung’s words. She called your number, listening to the tone as she waited for you to pick up the call. “Hello?” She asked after hearing the tone.

“Hello? Who is this?”

Somi takes a deep breath before nervously continuing, “A friend of Chaeyoung. She gave me your number and told me you could help me experience what I want…in bed. I’m Somi.”

You recognize the name, “And you’re saying Chaeyoung gave you my number?”

“Y-yes. She said you’re good at what you do. I want to experience it myself.” Somi could feel her heart beat faster. “If you could come to my home, I’d really appreciate that.”

You sit back and consider her offer, imagining Somi’s body in the positions you’d put her. The idea excites you. “Alright, send me the address, and I’ll come by tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow? I-“

“Yes, tomorrow unless you don’t want me to show you what I do best.”

“No, no, you can come tomorrow.” Somi blurts out. You were already showing your dominance over the young woman. “I’ll send you my address right now.” She says, about to end the call when you stop her.

“Hold on, when I get there, I want you to be kneeling on the ground, bowing toward the door, naked.” Somi nods on the other side of the phone before agreeing to your demands. You end the call and wait for her message. You get it in a matter of seconds and begin preparing.

The next day, you head to Somi’s home; getting to her door, you knock. You hear feet rushing forward, opening the door slightly before retreating. You open the door and step inside; you see the idol bowing to you, completely nude. She keeps her head to the ground. You walk around behind her, placing your bag on the ground and opening it. You pull out a collar and leash and move toward the woman, placing it around her neck. “Lift your head and show me what you look like.” Somi lifts her head slowly; you snap a picture of the young woman. You put your phone away and tug on the leash. “Come on, let's go.” Somi hesitates for a moment before crawling alongside you. She points you to her bedroom, and you lead her to it. You undress yourself in front of the young woman. She stares in awe as she sees your cock. Somi feels a wetness between her legs as she begins to imagine what you’ll do to her.

You go through your bag, grabbing some restraints and some other tools you plan to use on the young woman. One of them was a riding crop. You run it down Somi’s back, stopping as you reach her plump ass. “Listen up, Somi. I’m going to be in charge, and you’re going to do whatever I say. I’m your master now. You’ll respond to all my questions, ending your answer with master. Am I understood?”

“Yes,” Somi says, nodding quickly. You pull back the riding crop and deliver a strong strike to Somi’s rear. The woman yelps, the sting from the hit lingering on her body. “Yes, Master!”

“Good.” You look around the room and notice a full-length mirror in the corner. You smile to yourself and look through your restraints until you find the right one. You command the young woman to look in the mirror, and she follows along with a quick “Yes, Master.” Staring into the mirror, Somi sees the collar around her neck, the word “Slut” emblazoned on it. Somi felt an aching in her cunt; this was what she wanted, and more than anything, she wanted to touch herself right now. You pull Somi’s arms back, tying her wrists to her ankles and pushing her onto the floor. Somi had her ass raised in the air; she felt your riding crop run move along her ass. She felt you move lower, teasing her folds. She moaned softly but pursed her lips, trying to stay quiet. “Here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to whip this pretty little ass until it’s bright red, and for every hit, you’re going to thank me.” You pull back the riding crop and smack Somi’s ass, watching it jiggle as the young woman thanks you for the hit.

Somi stared at the mirror, waiting with anticipation for every hit. She was getting so wet; every hit felt so good she was nearly forgetting to thank you. She wanted to cry out for more but feared you would stop if she mentioned it. She arched her back, raising her ass higher to ask for more of the delicious pain. “Thank you, Master!” She moans. Somi could barely see the redness making its way into view. She could feel herself getting closer to cumming, and you hadn’t even touched her yet. You paused your strike, switching out the riding crop for a short whip. The new strike made Somi cry out as more pain was handed to her. Somi bit her lip, watching as you whipped her ass. She continued to thank you for every hit. By now, her ass was the bright red you were after; the riding crop and whip left their marks on her body.

You kneel beside Somi and place your hand on her ass, squeezing the battered flesh. “You did a good job. You didn’t make a mistake. We’ll do this longer next time.” You move your hand down and push two fingers inside Somi. She raises her head and moans, nearly cumming from it. You feel her walls clamp down around your fingers as you curl them and rub against her G-spot. Somi cries out, her body pushed over the edge. She squirms as her orgasm comes. “Little baby came from just that? That won’t do.”

“I’m sorry, Master. I’m sorry.” Somi cries, her mind becoming foggy. You hook your arms around the young woman and lift her, throwing her onto her bed. You get behind Somi and rub your cock against her slit, making her whimper. Still bound, Somi can only beg for you to put it in. “I’ll be a good girl, Master. I promise. I won’t cum unless you tell me to. Please, I need you inside me. Please fuck me.” A small part of her couldn’t believe what she was saying, but it was the truth. She wanted you; she needed you to fuck her. You spank the idol, making her cry out. The pain felt so good to Somi, but it also got her to shut up.

Reaching back into your bag, you pull out a ball gag and quickly put it on the young woman, silencing her. You go back to rubbing your cock against Somi’s slit. The ball gag contained Somi’s moans, allowing you to enjoy yourself. Once your cock was slick with her nectar, you prodded her entrance, struggling to fit inside her small cunt. Somi could feel your cock, press against her entrance; you were big, and you were going to split her in half. You pushed against her entrance, forcing yourself inside. Somi’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as she felt your cock stretching her out. Her muffled moans wouldn’t stop as you stuffed her. You kept one hand on her ass, your grip growing tighter as you reached for her leash and pulled Somi’s head back, choking her. Every inch continued to stretch the young woman; her toes were curling, and another orgasm was coming, threatening to wipe her away.

You were halfway in when you decided to say screw it and rammed the rest of your length inside her. Somi screamed into her ball gag as she came. Her walls wrapped tightly around your cock, coating it in her juices as Somi felt her world disappearing. Pleasure filled her body, her mind broken as she felt your cock pulse inside her. You let go of the leash and pull your cock out slowly, leaving just the tip inside.

In the next moment, your ram your cock all the way inside her body. Somi cried out; you were destroying her, reshaping her pussy into your image. You pulled back again and thrust into her roughly, beginning a consistent rhythm. You reveled in the pleasure, enjoying how Somi’s tight cunt held on to you. She was nearly as good as Chaeyoung. As you’re thrusting, you reach over and undo her restraints before tugging back on Somi’s leash. Now free from her bindings, Somi’s upper body moved along with her head. You continued to thrust into the young woman, pushing her to another orgasm as you moved your arm across her chest and held her in place. You grabbed one of the toys you had set out earlier and waited until Somi was on the verge of another climax.

Somi was close, too. Her moans only got louder as she felt your cock ramming into her womb. She was tightening around you again. You made your move as you impaled her on your cock and made her cum against you, put clamps on her nipples, and pulled them. Somi screamed into the ball gag; she looked down and watched as her skin stretched as you pulled on the chain between the clamps. It was too much; Somi squirted, tainting her bedding with her nectar as you made her orgasm continue. Somi’s head was spinning, and she was losing track of what was happening.

You continued to ram your cock into the idol, nearing your climax. You undid the ball gag and listened to Somi’s hoarse moans. Your cock began to throb, and you closed in on the young woman. “I’m going to cum inside you, Somi. Take it all.” Somi eyes were half-lidded, she was barely aware of what was happening, but she knew one thing, and that was she needed to take your cum. You bury yourself inside Somi, ramming into her womb. You paint her walls white as you unleash a torrent of cum, filling her belly with it. Somi moaned softly as she felt your hot cum pour inside her ruined body. The moment you let her go, she collapsed onto her bed. You keep yourself inside Somi, thrusting softly as her walls milk you.

Pulling out of the young woman, you watch as your cum flows from her gaping cunt. You climb out of bed and roll Somi over to the bed’s edge, making sure her head hangs over it. The barely conscious woman wakes up a little more as you slap her cheeks with your cock. “You’re going to clean me up now.”

“Yes, Master,” Somi mumbles, opening her mouth for you. You slide yourself into Somi’s mouth, pushing your entire length inside her before pulling out. You groan, enjoying her throat’s tightness before moving back into it. Somi lies there taking your cock, barely able to breathe as you stretch her throat too. While she’s cleaning your cock, you take the time to play with her tits, tugging at the chain between her nipple clamps and pulling her skin taut. Somi moans around your cock, her throat vibrating and making the experience more pleasurable. You let go of the chain and touch her bare tits, squeezing them roughly. “Next time, I’ll make sure to use these things.” You tell Somi. Nearing another climax, you begin thrusting quicker, slapping Somi’s face with your balls as you do. Just as you’re about to cum, you pull out, giving Somi one last chance to breathe. She unwittingly takes it, and when you stuff your cock back down her throat, you cum. Somi’s forced to drink every drop as you unload into her stomach. You roar as her throat begins to close around you. Just as she was about to run out of breath, you pulled out and used the last of your load to paint Somi’s face, covering it in a thick layer of your semen.

You move away from Somi, grabbing your phone. “Somi, look over here and smile for the picture.” Somi rolls onto her stomach and smiles. The picture shows her messy hair, painted face, and collar. She was a natural slut. You begin dressing yourself and putting everything away except for the collar. You pat the young woman’s chest and smile at her. “You’ve earned that, Somi. You’re just like Chaeyoung, one of my prized sluts.”

Somi smiles weakly, “Thank you, Master.” After you leave, Somi lies in the same place, her body tired and full of cum. Her only thoughts were about you and what you did to her. Somi placed a hand on her sore cunt, recoiling slightly as she pushed two fingers in and played with herself. She couldn’t get you out of her mind; at home, she refused to take off the collar, feeling more natural with it on. She looked at pictures she had taken of the aftermath and masturbated to them. She texted day after day to come over, but you would decide when to deal with her.

The next time she and Chaeyoung met, Somi explained the whole thing, how she was struggling without you. “I told you, you’re ruined for all men. Nothing is ever going to feel like his touch.” Chaeyoung said, rubbing herself over her jeans. “I miss it so much, what I wouldn’t give to be his slave again.”

Somi had an idea when she heard that. “Come over to my house and join me! Please, I need him, and he isn’t responding to me; maybe if I tell him we’re both there, he’ll respond.” The idea made Chaeyoung wet; getting to experience you again would be like heaven to her.

She shut it down, though, “I can’t. I have a boyfriend now.” She hated herself for saying no, seeing how desperate Somi had reminded Chaeyoung of what you did to her. The conversation soon dwindled between the two as Chaeyoung thought about how much she wanted you and whether giving up her relationship would be worth it. Somi could only think about what to do to get you to respond to her.

A couple of weeks later, as Somi got ready to perform, she saw a familiar number on her phone. Somi saw the notification pop up; she looked around quickly before clicking on your message. Her heart leaped for joy when she saw you had accepted the request. When she saw you accepted her request, she was more than ready to drop everything and head home, but her manager stopped her.  During her entire performance, she thought about you, and she rushed home afterward.

When you got to her door, you found Somi waiting for you. A bright smile on her face as she bowed to you, raising her head only to show off the collar she loved so much. “Welcome home, Master.”

[phantomsies]

plaything • onyakopon - kinktober part two

“..let’s roleplay, wear a disguise..”

kink: cosplay kink

📝: plus size black reader, bondage, use of multiple toys, sex tape, squirting, missionary, latex + leather, collar/leash, throatfucking, breeding, rough-ish themes, dom ony

📃: I don’t know how long it’ll take me to do these but I’m determined to finish lmao!

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“You know you look good as fuck, right?..” a deep tone grumbled from behind the lens of a mounted iPhone as a beam of light glared directly at you. A sheepish smile would stretch across your once made up face, along with a playful giggle.

“You think so?”

“You gone make me nut just lookin’ at you, baby. Imma fuck the shit out of you..”

his words seemed to trail off into a pitiful moan as the male stroked his erect cock to the sight of you. That lengthy member, seeping with precum and saliva from the tip after relentlessly assaulting your throat as you head lies upside down from the edge of the bed. The sensation of gliding back and forth inside of that constricting, wet warmth; mimicking that of your insides was enough to drive him insane. Feeling your mouth and lips wrap around that shaft and suction with pure ease was unreal. You didn’t gag or even falter once. Granted, you couldn’t push away even if that’s what you desired. As at the moment, your hands were restrained. Along with your ankles, that were neatly separated by a steel spreader bar and your wrists hung from the center of the device. You were completely at his whim and ready for the taking.

“Then hurry uppp..I need you..quit playinggg..”

it was that whiny plea that nearly made him pound you into the mattress right then. However, he was biding his time until he could have you again. Not only did he need a moment of rest, but he needed to ensure that every second of this glorious, debaucherous footage was captured on camera! Since you and Ony began dating some months ago, the relationship had been nothing but bliss and adventure. Not only had you two grown as individuals but as a couple as well. Your friendship certainly helped to lay that foundation. He asked you to be his shortly after you guys wound up sleeping together the night before a convention. Needless to say, after he got a taste of you, he couldn’t let go…and the feeling was mutual. It was never a dull moment and having someone to share your love of geek and nerd culture with as more than a friend was the icing on the cake. The two of you often went on bookstore dates, scouring the manga section for hours, in between coffee breaks. You’d go to arcades, anime cafes that were nearby and even attended a gaming conference for his birthday, where he entered a tournament and won a thousand bucks! When you weren’t out and about, you were teaching him how to craft his own cosplays and watching him play video games. You’d even dress up and create funny TikToks together..it was a blast…

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll give you what you need..just lay your pretty ass back and lemme take care of you, alright? And you lemme know if you start to feel uncomfortable. You remember our lil’ safe word and if you can’t talk..tap me twice and imma stop, okay?”

“Yes, baby..I understand.”

“Good girl..you know I gotta make you straight.”

but alas, your bonding time isn't limited to wholesome activities. You’d partake in some even more risqué when the chance arised. At the moment, the two of you were and had already begun doing something you never thought possible. However, when your boyfriend approached you with the idea of putting on matching cosplays, having sex and filming it just for the excitement, you couldn’t help but to laugh! You thought the idea was a little insane and granted, your sex life was incredible…this was certainly new. Prior to that night in the hotel, you were a virgin. Never being fully intimate with a man or anyone in any capacity. So to go from that to now fucking your boyfriend in a scantily clad Catwoman cosplay with the crotch torn open and breasts exposed..it was a leap. Now here he was hovering above you, dressed in a skin tight Batman getup, ready to pound you into oblivion! With your legs suspended and pushed back, Ony would position himself to align with that slit. The juices and glimmer of that slick were practically emanating off it as he tapped that cock head against your swollen clit. He’d watch in real-time as those puffy nipples stiffened from the sensation. But alas, you weren’t the only one feeling the effects.

“Fuuuck…your shit feels so good, baby. Imma nut all in this pussy. I swear..” sucking his teeth and whimpering as the friction began to take its toll. He couldn’t withstand it any longer and with a single hand placed into the center of your pudgy tummy, he’d ask if you were ready and with your consent, he’d glide in with pure ease. The way you opened up for him was as if your body were practically inviting him in. The initial pop from that mushroom tip splitting you open was oddly satisfying to your boyfriend.

And you creaming on this dick..them pretty fucking toes all white..oh my God, you know that’s my weakness...” Doting on you whilst getting acclimated and conforming you to his shape. One thing Ony never shied away from was taking a moment to tell you how much he loved you. And all of your features to boot. He’d feed you light yet deep strokes start with..watching your movements carefully to make sure glue could handle it. Once you became automatically receptive to him, he’d speed up and increase his thrusts.

“Looking sexy as hell in that outfit too…you so pretty, baby..my nasty lil’ bitch..” that deep, baritone voice singing your praises whilst those hips snapped, bucking against the once latex coated plush of your thighs. The sound of the ripple collided with your high pitched wails and his own loud grunts. Onyakopon was a man unhinged at this point and he hadn’t even broken stride yet. Naturally, it was the same reaction you garnered when the two of you had sex. It never took more than three minutes for him to swell inside of you; pushing through those constricted, warm walls and trying his damndest not to climax early.

“You like when daddy get in them fuckin’ guts?..be squeezing my shit like you don’t want me to pull out.” Chuckling as he leaned down to observe your expressions. He’d watch you writhe but also beam with excitement as his movements became a bit more fast paced. Not to mention how loudly you were moaning. Attempting to paw at him with no avail. He’d tease your most erogenous areas; lightly rubbing your clit, pinching your nipples and even tugging at that leash and collar dangling around your throat. He’d notice you’d begin to laugh and beg for more..even using language you never had prior! Which was a turn on in and of itself.

“Yes daddy, keep fucking me..make me squirt on that big dick. You got me so close!..”

“Oooh..I love when you talk back to me, mama..lemme know what you want..”

revealing as those thrusts reached yet another speed. This time, fast enough to make your breasts jiggle and the bed to jolt around underneath your bodies. Your bound legs would tremble and those once shallow breaths became deeper. You were in the midst of pure, unbridled ecstasy. “Yeeees! Right there, you so deep in this fucking pussy. I’m ‘bout to come!”

but your boyfriend had other plans in store for his precious little plaything. With this newfound element to you guys’ hobby, came an adventurous side neither of you ever thought possible. Your relationship had blossomed into one full of excitement and joy, however, curiosity was among your attributes as well. Reaching over, Ony would retrieve a purple microphone shaped device that had been sitting next to you…along with a light pink dildo and a bottle of lube. And your shiny plastic-like ensemble and signature cat eared mask were not the only accessories you were sporting. Because just below that overly stimulated hole that had been dripping with cream, was another; stuffed with a bejeweled, glittery, flower shaped anal plug. It had been serving as another tool for stimulation and perhaps, preparation for later on. But for now, watching you writhe around from an intense orgasm, courtesy of that vibrator was his top priority. With a deviant smirk plastered across that handsome face, he’d harness the toy in one wand and tug your leash with another.

“Not yet, baby..I need to hear you beg for this shit. Lemme know who this pussy belongs to. Who makin’ you feel this good...” rhetorically stating as he pressed into the center of your belly. Pressing that whirring device against your clit to add even more stimulation. Meanwhile, those thrusts would only become much more brutal…erratically paced, sharper and certainly faster. As a result, all you could produce was incoherent babble and loud whimpers. That orgasm would come barreling out at any second and you were being forced to hold it!..and he was quite unrelenting when he wanted to be.

“Unt uh..I need words. I can’t do shit with that..tell me who the fuck this pretty lil’ pussy belongs to. Right now..” it seemed that he was far past coddling and your body would reach its capacity at any minute. So as that fat cock and swollen tip penetrated those soft folds, stretching that entrance with each deep stroke, you’d muster up enough strength to provide him with a sufficient answer. “F-fuck..it’s yours..it’s your pussy, daddy..”

to which he’d respond with a satisfied smirk, leaning down to shove his tongue between your lips; aggressively kissing you before feeding you two light taps to the cheek.

“That’s my good girl..now come, baby. Squirt on that fucking dick…wet my shit up.” With that encouragement and his shaft slowly retracting from your spasming cunt, Ony would be in for quite a surprise as those juices began spraying all over his sheathed abdomen. He watched in amazement behind that mask as you curated such a beautiful mess. It was one he’d never tire of, regardless of how many times he fucked you. Your eyes would trail to the back of your skull once more whilst that bladder emptied all over your man’s costume. Naturally, he didn’t mind one bit and the satisfaction that he’d be able to rewatch the footage over again at his discretion was even better!

“You such a nasty little slut, baby. I fucking love that shit..” cooing to you as he teased that shaft against your quivering slit. Those plump lips encompassed the center of it whilst the tip resided against your swollen bud. He figured you’d had enough time to recover so that he could finish out his climax...

“I ain’t done..you said it’s mine so imma fill it up. I’m ‘bout to come all in this pussy..” one thing that you loved about Ony was how vocal he was and not shy in letting you know his desires. When he craved your body, he wasn’t shy about his desires. He’d bare himself to you in his entirety. Whether it made him look vulnerable or weak. Alas though, he’d continue pumping every inch of that girthy length into you; buried to the hilt with no plans to come up until his seed was nestled deep into your womb.

“You gone let me get you pregnant, baby?…lemme breed this pussy?..” which may as well have been rhetorical in his eyes. He was determined to see you stuffed full of those thick ropes of cum regardless! “Yes, nut in me, baby! Come in this pussy..” Burrowing over you, he would thrash his hips sporadically..beads of sweat trickling from maneuvering in this costume. He was only seconds away from exploding when he’d grasp the center of your spreader bar and slow his pace to agonizing halt.

“I’m coming!—“

suddenly, you’d feel those warm spurts of silky cum splattering throughout your womb. It was a sensation you’d never tire of and loved when he filled you up. “Oh my gosh!..yes..” tossing your head back as he released loud grunts, emptying every remnant of his sack into you. Those thick ropes spilled out when he finally withdrew his pulsating cock from between your folds. “You feel so fucking good…c’mere, lemme kiss you.” Sharing that moment of tenderness as you came down from your highs. He’d lovingly stroke your face upon letting his tongue swirl around your mouth. ”I love you, baby.” “I love you too, Ony.”

He wanted to ensure that you were okay and that he hadn’t been too rough. “Aye, lemme get these cuffs off of you for a minute so you can stretch. I don’t want you to catch a cramp.”

you couldn’t help but to giggle at his cautious and protective nature, despite trying to put you through the mattress moments ago!

“Of course, as long as you put it back on…I kinda like it.” Beaming as you uttered the statement. To which he could do nothing more than laugh at. It was blatantly obvious that he had awoken a monster..

“You freaky as hell, you know that?” “Mmm…so I’ve been told..”

either way, you were his little plaything to enjoy and have fun with..and best believe, he was going to milk every second’s worth of this salacious side of you. Until either of you could function! Just as he finished unhooking your restraints, he’d toss them aside and catch a glimpse of that puckering plug and dildo as well. Which ignited a spark within his brain.

“Don’t worry, I ain’t done..I need to feel all them pretty holes, baby. Let’s see how you do with two dicks inside of you..”

[hitomisuzuya]

it may just be me but i feel like scara would love a s/o who fully submits to him both in the bedroom and out of the bedroom ( ._.) ...

scaramouche x fem!reader. smut. blowjob. facesitting. masturbation. praise. degradation. collar and leash for funsies.

i am super high and horny, so uh, yeah 😳 scara would absolutely love this. especially fatui scara. and i just really wanted to write oral.

you oozed submission for him from practically every pore. and what made it so intoxicating for scaramouche is that you chose to be so subservient of your own free will.

both in and the bedroom and out of the bedroom. you are subservient to him in public as well. and in a very intimate way, and physical way. if scaramouche beckoned you to his lap, you automatically went to him. straddling him and wrapping your arms around his neck, nuzzling your cheek into it.

if he put his hand in your hair, tugging your head back slightly in demand of a kiss, you immediately obliged. shivering from the sensation of having your hair slightly tugged on as you tilted your head up to receive his kiss.

you choose to be this way. scaramouche's dominance was a comforting blanket for you bask in, you didn't have to think about anything.

nothing other than pleasing him.

you are right where scaramouche liked you best, where you thought was a deserving place for you. on your knees, your head resting in his lap. his hand stroked appreciatively through your hair, like he would a pet.

you sighed softly, looking up at him as you nuzzled your cheek lovingly against his thigh. your utter submission to him made his cock pulse and throb. "adorable," he said shakily as your cheek rubbed against his growing erection.

stroking a hand through your hair again, his cheeks flushed seeing you already moving your head towards his cock before he could start guiding it. you automatically knew what he wanted.

you unbuttoned his shorts, nuzzling your cheek against his cock. taking his cock out, you wrapped your hand around it, kitten licking stripes up and down. your fingers stroked so lovingly down the side of his cock you weren't licking or sucking on.

doing your upmost to make sure he felt good. seeing you rub your thighs together stretched his ego. you were getting wet just from tending to his cock with your tongue. it turned you on to submit to him. even better if you reached between your legs, stroking your pussy and edging yourself to show much you enjoying yourself. enjoying sucking him off, worshipping his cock with your mouth.

scaramouche lifted your head slightly, pushing his leaking cockhead against your lips. he delighted in smearing precum on your lips, your tongue prodding in the slit.

your mouth obediently opened for his cock, muffling a moan on it as he bullied it into your mouth. you immediately relaxed into his tightening grip on your hair. he guided your head, his hips jerking as he pumped his cock in and out of your mouth. "good girl," he groaned, "you know your place."

the wet sucking noises of your mouth mingled with scaramouche's moans. you were happy to surrender all control to him, letting him use your mouth as a flesh light to get off. you choked when he wanted you to, muffling moans as he pushed into your throat. your throat spasming around his cock until cum ribboned salty into your mouth.

"good girls deserve a treat, yes?" he cooed in an almost condescending way down at you. you swallowed with his cock still in your mouth, earning you an affectionate pet on your hair. your cheeks dusted with adoration at his tone, your clit swollen and throbbing between your legs.

scaramouche still showed his dominance over you, even while he was underneath you. a carefully chosen collar is fastened around your neck, the leash attached to it was wrapped around his hand. your pussy hovered above his mouth, your hands holding onto the headboard for leverage.

you moaned softly feeling him tug on the leash, his tongue teasing and lapping at your throbbing clit until soft whimpers tinged your moans. you needily rubbed and grinded your pussy on his tongue, your legs shaking as you eagerly sought the sweet friction his tongue provided.

"what a needy pet slut i have," he moaned into your cunt, latching his lips around your clit. your reward was getting to cream on his tongue for sucking him so obediently. your pussy clenched around nothing hearing his degradation.

"please, my master!" you cried out, one hand pinching and rolling one of your nipples between the pads of your fingers. you grinded on his mouth, your hand tightening on the headboard to hold yourself up. "put your tongue inside of me!"

the desperate whimper you let out only made scaramouche harder. smacking a hand on your ass, he swirled his tongue inside of you. "greedy whore," he moaned huskily, his tongue lapping hungrily at your sopping pussy.

he jacked himself off, getting off on your desperation to cum on his tongue as he worked your pussy over. a perfect and submissive fuck toy for him to enjoy.

his precious darling.

[bunny-jpeg]

kink-o-ween - day 6

charles leclerc - pet play

cw: smut/pwp, collars & leashes, dom/sub, mean!charles, dirty talk, pet names (puppy), oral sex (charles receiving), deep throating, big cock!charles, consensual sex, pet play (duh)

charles remember the first time he put a collar on you. in fairness it wasn't a dog collar, but rather a cute choker that you asked him to help put on. when he got a good look at it around your throat, he felt the air out of his lungs for a moment.

"how does it look, honey?" you smiled, happy with how your outfit for the day turned out. you weren't doing anything too exciting, but you wanted to dress well. and when you took leo's leash in your hand to have your canine 'son' join you for the day, charles felt wires cross in his brain.

"you look... amazing." he smiled at you. the gears in his head were already turning.

it was after monza that the plan came to fold. charles had been meticulous with it all. while it wasn't the most complicated items to get, he wanted to make sure they were perfect.

if you looked good wearing a fabric choker and held a dog leash. then how would you look in a leather collar with a leash attached to it. if you were charles' good little puppy.

he didn't go behind your back about it though, it wasn't the kind of thing he could spring onto you. it was something that would have to be discussed and when he showed you the pretty red leather collar he wanted to get you. your face went hot and your eyes wide, but you simply told him, "yes. i'd love to." and charles had never bought anything so quick in his life.

he never knew he needed another puppy in his life.

in the private hotel room in monza, you happily stood in front of your lover while he sat on the couch in the small living room. beside him was a black box that the collar and leash arrived in before you left monaco. you were near naked in nothing but a mis-matched set of bra and panties. dark grey panties and your favourite white bra. honestly you could've worn a full clown costume and charles would still be itching to get his hands on you.

"one last time. do you want this?"

you smiled and got yourself down onto his thigh, you ran your fingers down the t-shirt he wore and looked into those beautiful eyes of his. you watched him softly lick his lips absent minded. it was cute. he wanted to make sure there were no issues between the two of you.

"yes, yes, yes." you clutched onto his shirt tighter and leaned in closer, "i want you. i want this. tonight." then went in for a kiss and charles' strong arms got around your waist. the kisses started soft, a promise that this was what you wanted. but, eventually, they grew hotter. and your hands dragged across him.

the touches left you yearning for more, your heart felt in your throat as your boyfriend rubbed up against you. when you broke the kiss, you could see the heat in his cheeks and you found him so painfully endearing. you placed a soft kiss on his cheek before you watched him take the box from the couch and open it for you.

inside was a collar, ferrari red. perfect for you. you tilted your head back and let the driver put the collar around you. his large, strong hands around your neck. he could easily choke you if he so desired. god, you were beautiful.

you looked gorgeous in red, it made his blood run hot. especially when he clipped the leash onto you. you mad a very pretty puppy. and all for him.

he cupped your face, feeling hot all over. like he was going to burn through his clothes as if he were an inferno. he said to you, "now, puppy. why don't you get between my legs and make yourself useful for me?"

you nodded dutifully, you slipped into the headspace so well. just as you slipped to your knees in front of him as he sat on the expensive couch in the hotel room. everything felt expensive, from the collar around your neck to the room you were in to the food you had for dinner. you were just another expensive piece in charles' repertoire, but he loved you more deeply than any material item.

you were his good little puppy.

he undid the fly of his jeans while he held the matching red leash around his hand. he eyed you with an insatiable want as he got his cock out of his bottoms. he stroked his cock with his free hand while he wound the leash in his other hand. he yanked your closer to him.

your nose almost touched his hard length. charles was known for packing down there. the whole grid and even their significant others knew about it. either seen it by accident (or on purpose) or have heard stories from those who have seen it. the prince was packing.

and he wanted every last centimeter between your lips and down your throat.

you rubbed your nose up against it a little as charles pulled you by the neck. he groaned in the open air of the bedroom as you slowly put your mouth around his length. you started gingerly against it, but the tug on your collar made you go deeper.

you took him perfectly, just as you had done a million times. you felt the thump in your chest as you licked at his cock lovingly. you managed to get it all the way to the back of your throat and it made him shudder.

"you look perfect." he said, "you look like someone who should be painting on the ceiling of a chapel." his breath was heavy as he felt you work at his cock. you were perfect. he yanked on your collar a little tighter, "does someone like being the puppy. do you like being on your knees for me?"

you knew it was a trap question. if you took your mouth off his cock, he'd simply shove you back down on it until you saw stars from the lack of oxygen to your brain. you gripped onto your knees as you continued to pleasure him. you felt like a dream, you made charles run hot as he gripped the leash tighter.

"good puppy, so good for me. you should wear it on the track. show everyone how obedient you are. you are, no? good for me." he chuckled as he continued to throat fuck you. he always went so deep in you and it made you gag sometimes.

it made your core grow hot as you continued to let him fuck your throat. your eyes closed as you felt his cock hit against the back of your throat as you got greedy and tried to take more and more. you shuddered as you felt it so hot all over.

"such a good puppy. so good for me. you know exactly how to take me." he gripped the leash tighter and forced you further onto his cock. your ears burned with blood as you continued to orally pleasure him. it all clouded your head as you yearned for more, more, more.

and charles was happy to provide. anything for his perfect for his puppy. his cock stayed in your mouth as you continued to make him feel good. you could feel yourself grow hotter from it all. you gagged onto his cock, but you kept taking him as best as you could. you could feel the heat in your body as you pleasured him.

he held onto the leash tightly. he made sure that his cock kissed the back of your throat as he kept your nose against his trimmed pubic hair. you felt on cloud nine as he pulled at you. his praise filled your brain as you moved against his cock.

even with the pulls at your leash, you felt amazing. and soon charles had gotten his cock back fully into your mouth. and with a few more hard thrusts he finished down your throat.

you whimpered and relaxed against his cock in your mouth. it slipped between your lips as you rested against his thigh. you looked up at him like a sweet little puppy and rubbed your thighs together. you looked like a dream and it turned the man on greatly as he carded his fingers through your hair.

you opened your mouth a little to show that you had swallowed it all with ease and were more than happy about it. which earned another head pat from your lover.

eventually he got you back into his lap and tenderly kissed at your face and neck while his hand grazed your hip. he said to you, "my puppy has done so good. you're amazing." you leaned into his touch and he continued to praise you.

that collar looked so pretty around your throat, you looked like a dream to him. his pretty puppy. <3

[angelsrcute]

You said dom reader is okay so I am LAYING MY BRAINROT ON THE TABLE—

I'd like to respectfully request Overblot Boys (sans Riddle) being dominated by the reader (preferably afab & gn, there's so much submissive fem reader stuff out there & I want rep as a dom-leaning vers).

Those poor boys all need some therapizing & to get out of their own heads so bad— so what's a better way of doing so than taking charge and making them forget how to speak by pleasuring them? Sure, they can be defiant; and they can deal with a firm hand correcting them. But good boys who admit they need help & ask for it can be rewarded with fucking until they're empty and fuzzy-headed. ^^

The only one I had a semi-specific scenario in mind for was Jamil— him being blindfolded while being sucked off. His attempt at trying to regain control leads to him getting a smack on the ass & tied up so the reader can mark his pretty torso with hickies that they press on while cooing to him & edging him until he yields.

... can you tell I've been repressed lately? Lmao-

WALK EM LIKE A DOG. 𝝑𝝔

૮𐔌ྀི ´ ཀ ྀི 𐦯ྀིა 𝐍-𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 !! ; Sub!Leona, Jamil and Azul (separate) + Dom!F!Reader ➜ cws: Brat taming, nipple play, biting, blindfold use, gag use, spanking (once), restraints (Jamil), mommy kink, crying, use of strap on, praising (Azul), leash and collar use, cunnilingus, praising, hair pulling (Leona). ᡴꪫ‎

꒰ † ੭ — Part 1; I absolutely loved writing for this idea! Though I'm still wondering about what to write for the rest, don't mind if it's late, haha! <3

❝ 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋 ❞ — 🪦

This man is definitely a brat, always running his big mouth off. So to make him behave you blindfolded him and put a cloth around his mouth, good, now he will finally shut up. You leave trails of kisses down his neck, biting and sucking on his sensitive spot. You kneel down and stroke his cock a few times before taking it in your mouth.

God, it felt so good, he could feel your eyes were on him— his back arching as he gripped the sheets. His moans were muffled by the gag, he tried to pull away but you held him, landing a smack on his ass. “Behave, if you want to cum, you'd have to be a good boy.” You spat out, smiling at his state. You continued what you were doing, pressing kisses on his cock and edging him! When are you even gonna let the poor boy cum!? Atleast he's listening to you like a good boy after being tied up because of his bratty attitude. <3

❝ 𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐋 ❞ — 🪦

He'd be such a pathetic crying mess, your good little boy! Just shower him with praises and kisses while you thrust inside his hole with your strap-on and he's already fucked dumb. He can only focus on how good it feels, maybe being weak isn't so bad, if he gets to be in your arms. You'd wipe away his tears and tell him he's the best.

Worship his body, play with his sensitive little nipples, leave love bites on his skin— he loves it all, he'd show them off with no shame if he wanted to. He'd definitely be ashamed about the noises he's making so he buries his head between the pillow as you fuck him. Maybe this guy also has a mommy kink! <3

“Gonna cum for mommy, yeah? Let yourself go, my baby.”

❝ 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀 ❞ — 🪦

He'd never admit he likes you dominating him, people are supposed to bow down before him— He is the king, isn't he? But no, you're currently sitting on the bed while holding the leash attached to his collar. How degrading. He can't believe he enjoys it!

His tongue darted out, lapping up your sweet juices. Your fingers tangling itself in his hair as you pull his head back, “How about you beg and maybe I'll end your punishment? Fair deal, right?”

He doesn't meet your eyes but whispers something you can't hear, “What was that, sweetie? You're always so loud, what's wrong, hm?” You try not to laugh at the pathetic man in front of you, you can see his ears turning red as he speaks louder, “P-Please let me pleasure you—”

“Good kitty, go ahead.” You watch as he eagerly dives back, you grip his hair tighter as you feel your orgasm coming. You pull him closer and cum in his mouth, he licks you clean. You let go of his hair, letting him catch his breath, “Well done, now, let's reward you for being good for me, shall we?” <3

[pinkmelodie]

Hopeless Romantic! König <3

Summary: Hopeless Romantic König who meets you at a park and finds love at first sight to be true. You two enjoy a cute date until he takes you home and gives you one last treat ;)

Words: 2342

Warnings: 18+, overstim, König eats F!Reader out, fingering, fluff to smut, praise, cute romance, squirting, certified munch König !!

He feels like an idiot standing there in the scenic park, awkwardly holding a bouquet of fresh pink roses. He’d picked them out specially for her, and took the time to sprinkle glitter onto the beautiful petals, but it was all for nothing. All his effort went to waste as the poor guy got stood up.

Wallowing in his own shame, he barely noticed someone yelling in the distance until it got closer. He finally snapped out of his trance to see a dog running straight at him. He bent down and stopped the panting golden retriever, caught off guard but smiling and petting it.

“Rover! Oh thank gosh…” He thought it might be the angels themselves speaking when he heard that voice, but he looked up to see nothing but a beautiful woman with a relieved expression. Looking at her closely, he figured perhaps he was looking at an angel.

“Thank you for stopping him, he just runs straight off whenever I let him off leash.” You apologized breathlessly.

König smiled, and found himself forgetting the failed date entirely as he got lost in your eyes. “It’s not a problem, he’s quite adorable.” He responded, and he noticed your eyes widen the tiniest bit at his unfamiliar accent.

“C’mere Rovey,” You cooed, and König’s heart pounded in his chest. The dog trotted straight into your arms and sat still while you hooked the leash back onto his collar. Gosh, what König would give for your sweet voice to be directed onto him like that. 

König stood up and you followed suit after making sure your pooch’s collar was secure, and he didn’t miss the way your jaw dropped when you noticed his towering height. Seriously, what are they feeding this man??

You blushed and suddenly felt shy in the presence of this not only polite but incredibly tall man. He was handsome too, with alluring blue eyes that stared at you with such intensity you had to look away. 

Only then did you notice the fallen bouquet.

“Oh! Is this yours? I’m so sorry, did Rover knock it out of your hands-“ you apologized profusely and picked the shimmering bouquet up, handing it back to him. He didn’t give a flying fuck about the fact it fell on the ground tho, he didn’t even notice since he’d been so focused on staring at you.

He shook his head and didn’t bother taking it out of your hands. “No no, no worries. I uhm…I don’t even need it anymore anyways, my date didn’t show up.” He admited with a sigh.

He regretted telling you the moment your expression turned upset. “That’s horrible, I’m sorry.” You muttered sadly, and he felt the desperate need to make you smile again.  “Well this is beautifully made, too bad I couldn’t have been your date.” You joked, trying to lighten the mood but being completely honest.

He stared down at you and blushed as well, “You don’t mean that.” He denied.

“but I do! I would give anything for someone to put this much effort into something just for me.” You admitted, smiling up at him and giggling until you noticed his expression seemed serious.

“Anyone who hasn’t already is a mad man.” He said with a genuine smile, and took the bouquet out of your hands only to offer it back to you. “Little—Rover, was it?—seems to want to explore the park. So, why don’t we all go for a stroll Ja? Rover, me, and…..” He trailed off, so you told him your name.

“And you are?”

“König.” He announced, his addicting accent shining through when he said it.

“Well König…..I don’t see why not.” You accepted his offer and the flowers with a gentle smile that he found himself wanting to see for the rest of his life.

His awful day just got a whole lot better. 

You both spent the day walking around the lovely park, with you having to take twice as many steps just to catch up, which only proved to make him cackle. You admired the ponds and threw sticks for Rover, trusting that König and his long legs could catch up to the hound if he ran too far. He told you about how Austrians typically love to walk everywhere, and you followed up with about a hundred questions about his home country. You even got ice cream, which gave König all types of thoughts when he watched you wipe off the dripping white cream from your lips. He assumed you didn’t notice his stare and flushed cheeks, but you definitely did. Not so much of a gentleman now, hm?

Finally, when it was dark and the park became quiet you both decided to head home. When exchanging numbers you mentioned how you had to walk back to your house since you walked here with your pup earlier in the day for exercise, and König was not having any of that.

“Nein, it’s much too dangerous at night.” he shook his head, leaving no room for argument. “I will give you and your golden a ride home, it’s not a problem.” 

“Really König, it’s okay. I don’t want Rovers hair getting all over your seats.” You whined.

“And I don’t want you getting kidnapped off the side of the street Maus, which sounds worse to you?” He asked, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow.

You tried to argue but came up with nothing and sighed in defeat. “Fine, I’ll let you be annoyingly nice….” You pouted, and he laughed while opening the door for Rover to jump in the back—probably a sign you need a more protective dog if he didn’t even hesitate going in somewhere unfamiliar—and the passenger door for you. 

You gave him directions like his own little passenger princess, looking tiny in the truck that must’ve been specially made to fit someone as giant as him. You dreaded the moment when he pulled into your driveway meaning you two had to part. You’d only met him a few hours ago, yet it felt like you’ve known him for years.

“Have a good night, liebling.” He got out to help you let Rover out and walk you to your door, but before he could turn around to head back to his truck you stopped him. “Actually, would you like to come in?” You offered, setting down the flowers on your counter and smiling suggestively.

He turned beet red like he did at the ice cream stand, but nodded quickly. You giggled and grabbed his hand to drag him inside, pressing your lips together as soon as the front door was closed and Rover was sleeping further away in the middle of the kitchen floor. (Don’t get nasty infront of your pets guys!! They can get scarred for life too ok 😣)

“Jump.” He ordered, and you did as he said and leaped into the air. He caught you with ease, hands grabbing onto the back of your thighs and squeezing the soft flesh. 

He stumbled around for a moment, overly  caught up in your make out session but eventually finding your bedroom. He dropped you flat on your back on the bed, kissing at your neck and seeing which spots got the biggest reactions out of you to start sucking hickeys into.

You moaned and writhed, begging him to do something, and like the gentleman he is, he decided to help you out and tugged down your bottoms, rubbing circles onto your clit through your panties. 

He grabbed your ankles and tugged you to the edge of the bed, spreading your legs wide for him to fit his broad shoulders between. He bit and sucked deep purple marks into your sensitive thighs, watching them writhe in his grasp. 

“König- fuck, please!” You begged, tho you weren’t even completely sure what you were begging for.

“What is it Maus? Tell me what you need.” He asked while pressing kisses up your thigh, leaving love-bites dangerously close to where you needed his mouth most.

“Want…..want your mouth on me. Or your fingers or- ngh! Anything please König- please!” You cried out, already begging pathetically for his touch.

With a devilish smirk he finally tugged down your panties. You clenched around nothing at the cold air and the look of admiration in his eyes as he stared down your cunt. 

“Such a pretty pussy….” he mumbled, “all this just for me sweetheart?” He asked, gathering your slick on his fingers. 

You turned your neck and buried your face in your pillow in embarrassment but he just reached up to grab your chin and turned you to look at him. “Eyes on me.” 

Finally satisfied with your pretty eyes gazing down at him, König delved into your cunt, gripping your thighs and shoving you impossibly closer like he wanted to devour you whole.

Your moans and choked out whines served as fuel for him while he ate you out like a man starved, his big hooked nose bumping into your clit making you shake and arch your back off the soft sheets.  

He dives his tongue into your entrance to fully taste you, and the satisfied hum he releases vibrates in your core and leaves you a leaking, panting mess as he licks you up like your the last bit of water on the Sahara ground.

 He licks a stripe up your pussy until he gets to your clit and starts sucking on it. He’s shameless to the sloppy wet sounds he’s making while he rolls the engorged bud on his tongue and prods a thick finger at your hole. You squirm at how big just the one is—about the size of at least two of yours, maybe more—but you welcome it in with a loud moan of his name. You were already dangerously close by the time he had his mouth on you, but the feeling of just one of his thick fingers slamming into you while he starts to tease another in has you crying out to the stars and cumming all over his hand. 

“That’s it schatz….just like that, mein gott you look so gorgeous when you’re cumming, Ich möchte für immer zwischen deinen Schenkeln bleiben.” He praised you, still pumping his two fingers into your clenching cunt to ride out your high for as long as possible. 

He pulls his fingers out and licks them clean, leaning down to lick up any of your arousal that spilled onto your thighs. When you finally opened your eyes you noticed him staring at you darkly, and the expression made heat pool in your gut.

“W-what?” You asked, half nervous-half turned on. You went to close your legs but he gripped your marked up thighs and laid your legs over his shoulders to have even better access to your soaked cunny.

“Oh we’re not even close to done prinzessin.” He announced with a smirk before sinking three fingers straight back into your pussy, fully intent on making you squirt for him.

You gasped and nearly choked on your words, “wha-y hah-“ you moaned and twitched in overstimulation until he slowed. 

“Tell me to stop.” It was a question; not an order.

Tears leaked down your flushed cheeks but you gasped out; “keep going” and he smiled, the whole bottom half of his face dripping. He wasted no time diving straight back in, inhaling your scent. “Mit Vergnügen, mein bedürftiges kleines Häschen.” He mumbled into your clit, not even bothering to speak English anymore as he knew your fucked out brain could barely comprehend anything. Four of his large digits split you open, grinding and prodding farther into you than you could ever reach on your own. Without much time he found that sensitive bundle of nerves, and you didn’t fail to let him know when you cried out and scratched at your sheets, chanting his name like a mantra.

“König- ah- KönigKönigKönigKönigpleasefuck- pleasepleaseKönig plea- hah . .!..” You moaned, fisting the sheets desperately.

He relentlessly abused that spot, slamming his fingers into you over and over and teasing your folds with the other hand. He messily sucked on your clit, circling it with his tongue like a lollipop, using every part of himself for your pleasure.

“Come on my gorgeous liebling, mein diamant, mein perfekter Schatz, come for me. Squirt all over my fingers.” He begged, voice whiny and muffled into your pussy while he continued his relentless assault on your puffy cunt. 

“Kö….gonna- fuck m’gonna-“ You managed to stutter out  the warning between moans.

“Go on hase, let go. I’ve got you, go ahead.” He encouraged, ravishing your sweet cunny until you were squirting all over his face with a choked out scream, whole body trembling. You were stuck between running away from the burning pleasure and shoving yourself closer, but luckily you didn’t have to decide as he had you pinned down, groaning into your pussy.

Your vision went blank for a few moments, but you came back when you felt him still lapping lazily at your folds until you were whining and shoving him away. He pouted but stood up to fall onto the bed beside you, pulling your spent body into him and engulfing you like you were a teddy bear.

You giggled and pressed a kiss onto his glistening lips, tasting yourself on them. “Not to sound like a jerk or anything, but I’m glad you got stood up.” You joked.

“Mm, I agree. That was the best, most unplanned date I’ve ever been on.” He bantered back with a cheeky grin. 

You rolled your eyes, but then smiled sincerely. “Yeah, it was. I’m really glad I met you Kö.”

His pupils dilated adorably, like a kid seeing a candy store for the first time. “Me too, schatz.”

The two of you drifted off into a peaceful sleep, but not before you muttered, 

“By the way, that other girl is missing out. You eat pussy like a champ.” 

“You could call me a certified munch.” He bounced back, and your jaw dropped.

. . . Translations:

౨ৎ Ja = Yes, Nein = No

♡ Maus = Mouse 

౨ৎ Liebling = Darling

♡ Schatz = Treasure

౨ৎ Mein gott = My gosh

♡ Ich möchte für immer zwischen deinen Schenkeln bleiben = I want to stay between your thighs forever (goals 😋)

౨ৎ Prinzessin = Princess 

♡ Mit Vergnügen, mein bedürftiges kleines Häschen = With pleasure, bunny

౨ৎ Mein diamant = My diamond

♡ Mein perfekter schatz = My perfect treasure 

౨ৎ Hase = Bunny 

Quick tip: Depending on what device you use, If you highlight the text there should be an option to quickly translate! It’s a lot easier than having to go to Google/Safari/etc to search it up :))

Thank you so much for reading !! It’s 3:00 in the morning rn so I apologize if it’s not very well written :C :C

This is just a sweet little thing to prepare you guys for the FILTHY blurb coming soon 😇😇 get ready!!

[just-a-sewer-goblin]

This is inspired by this ask! Thank you for letting me use this idea @ceilidho. Also not proofread because it's late and I should really be sleeping

COD Masterlist | Next Part >

Butcher!Simon who can't help but get excited, as excited as he can get, when he sees you walking down the sidewalk towards the shop.

You're such an adorable thing, really. Always nervously wringing your fingers when you leave your dog outside. Always polite and soft spoken. He's never seen anyone as pure as you before (even tho he can't know how pure you are but compared to him you are basically a saint).

Your dog is the opposite of you, big and scary with a mean face but utterly whipped for you. It's obvious that you got it for protection and it's intimidatingly well trained. Simon admires the way you handle the animal. He wouldn't mind letting you handle him the same way.

Him and the dog might not be so different, he thinks. Both hardened old men, used to a harsher lifes, that soften for you and would follow your lead every day. Hell, he'd be as well behaved as your dog too if you put a collar and a leash on him and kissed his head the way you kiss your dogs when you leave him outside.

It's a familiar dance at this point, you tie your dog to the pole outside, look into the shop, notice Simon already looking at you and promtly look away at your dog once more.

You draw a few deep breaths, kiss your dogs head (damnit he never thought he'd be jealous of a dog) and Simon can't help but smile behind his mask, utterly enamored.

If only you weren't so intimidated by him. He really wishes he could have a conversation with you but he never gets more out of you than one word answers and a finger pointing at the meat you want.

And fuck, Simon is no conversationalist but he's really trying for you, but you're so damn timid around him. If he doesn't get to hear your pretty voice more he might just lose his damn mind.

So when you open the door, the chime a soft sound in the backround, entirely unfitting for this type of shop, his gruff voice stops you.

"You can bring him in with ya."

"I'm sorry, what?", you ask, confused.

"The dog.", Simon clarifies and you stand there in the open door looking at him like he just told you that he'll be butchering and selling your dog next.

Did he already fuck this up? You seem even more intimidated than usual. The diversion from your routine making your interaction even more tense. He tries to soften his voice when he goes again.

"You can bring your dog inside with ya, if it makes you more comfortable, sweetheart."

Your eyes are big when you meet his. Whether it's because of what he offered or the petname that slipped out, he isn't sure.

"But the sign says only service dogs?", you question genuinely confused.

Simon nearly snorts at your expression, like a deer caught in the headlights and damn him, if he doesn't wanna catch you.

"It's fine, just don't tell the boss. He won't know that it's no service dog as long as you don't rat me out. The boss can't tell a dog from a cat if I'm bein' honest.", he whispers conspiracionally. And then he swears he nearly has a heart attack.

You giggle. You giggle and blush brightly red at the same time, hiding your mouth with your hand and it takes everything in Simon to stop himself from jumping over the counter and pulling that hand away because the glimpse of your smile?! Yeah, he's fucked.

"Maybe next time I'll bring him in with me.", you finally answer. And Simon could die a happy man, finally having had a conversation with you (maybe just a short one but a conversation nontheless) that involves something other than the meat.

He's utterly fucked when you walk up to the counter, still blushing prettily (he didn't know he could make you do that so easily) and softly say your order.

He's utterly fucked when you pay, look at his name tag and say: "Thank you, Simon."

His name in your voice is a sound he will never forget again. He's sure he sounds like a fool when he says: "Have a nice day."

He's even more fucked when you turn around and he watches your cute ass walk out of the shop, giving your dog a treat for being so well behaved.

He nearly faints when you turn around, before walking away, gift him with a smile and wave goodbye. He returns the gesture mindlessly, glad that his mask is hiding the stupid expression he surely is wearing at that moment.

Oh yeah, he needs to catch you. And for that he'll have to prepare dog treats for next time.

[shotmrmiller]

Mistress.

Pairings: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x AFAB!Reader

TW: femdom! reader, slight degradation?, complete and utter submission, masturbation

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Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley, a hulking giant of a man, a solid figure of authority on base and the reaper itself on the field, passing through the enemy like smoke, taking their lives with him— had a big secret. To find out, even by chance, is a death sentence.

Simon on leave always went home to an empty flat. He just doesn't have the time to meet anyone, and he figures no one would want to have a relationship with someone who leaves for months on end and with little to no communication. But that didn't mean he did not want someone to spoil. Shower them with gifts and the money he accumulated over years of serving because he never had any time to spend it on anything other than basic necessities.

So once he was home, he indulged in his secret. His Mistress. You.

Sending £800 to your bank account, he sent a text.

'I'm home, Mistress.'

A reply, minutes later.

'You paid your tribute. I'll indulge you just this once, but you ought to remember we work on my schedule, not yours.'

'Of course, my Mistress. I humbly apologize.'

'I will be there in 30. You will not make me wait at the door.'

'Yes, Mistress.'

The Lieutenant was always overlooking something or someone on base, so you were perfect for him. You demanded complete control, and if not given, you took it regardless— and nothing was sweeter than having such a large man submit to you and only you.

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You arrived outside his door, and without knocking just said, 'Simon.'

The front door was opened almost immediately, and you were greeted with Simon on his knees — you'll never get over how delicious he looks submitting to you even though he's so tall his head reaches your hipbones and you're in heels — with a collar already on his neck and the leash's handle on his raised palm. You step inside and watch him close the door.

'Good boy,' you murmur as you take the handle, 'Look at me.'

He lifts his head as you look down at him and you see his blue eyes soften at your outfit— which you'll never admit you purposefully put on, knowing it's his favorite based on past meetings.

You're wearing a pink latex corset dress with the laces tied tight on the entire back of the dress and the length of the dress reaches your upper thigh. For stockings, you have petal pink, sheer stay-ups, and your shoes are 'So Kate' 120mm in the same rosy color— and to finish the look, you've got on a long, black a-line wool coat that you're currently taking off and putting on the coat hanger by the front door.

Leash in hand, you walk towards the leather couch, hearing Simon's jeans dragging on his carpet as he crawls behind you before you turn and sit, crossing your legs.

"Permission to take your heels off, Goddess."

"Permission granted. You know what to do."

He takes your dainty foot in both his hands and presses his lips on your ankle, before moving on to the bridge of your foot. Squeezing the counter of your heel, he pulls it, and your toes slip from the shoebox— he gives a pathetic moan at the sight of your stocking-covered, white nail-polished toes.

Removing your other heel, he grabs both of your feet and places them flat on the floor before, still kneeling, he lowers his head to worship you, peppering kisses anywhere he can put his lips on.

You extend your toes and press them to his forehead, pushing him back up and away from you.

"That's enough."

He immediately kneels back on his haunches, and you look at his face to take in his body language. Pupils so large his iris is a thin blue ring, cheeks red and blotchy, mouth slightly agape as he let out shuddering wispy breaths.

Yanking on his collar, you open your legs and pull him to slot in between them. How his torso blankets your entire body makes your toes curl— and that he's still in a submissive pose and still massive makes your walls clench.

Simon, biting his lower lip, lets out a loud groan— gripping the side of the sofa cushions by your knees as his eyes gaze directly to the apex of your thighs. Right to your unclothed quim. Simon is the only sub that's ever seen you in any state of undress. He's the only one you'd fuck straight into his mattress if he begged, and he never looked so good than when he's begging you for attention.

You entangle your fingers into his ash-brown hair and pull, hard, to make eye contact and say, 'The next time you stare at anything other than my eyes without my explicit permission and I walk. I'll drain your bank account of every single pound and you'll thank me for it before I cut off all contact. This is your first and last warning."

Simon whimpers a pitiful little noise before jerking his head in an aggressive nod.

"Yes, my mistress."

You yank on his hair hard enough to wiggle his head a little and loudly say,

"Yes, my mistress what???"

He swallows hard, adam's apple bobbing, and proclaims, " Yes, my mistress. I am wholly unworthy of your beautiful gift. I deserve absolutely nothing from you."

Biting your lip, you let go of his hair and drag it down towards his jaw to softly cup his cheek.

In a faint, caressing voice you say, "Good boy. Staying in your place is easy once you're reminded of it."

You recline back, shift your eyes down to the monstrous bulge in Simon's pants before pressing your whole foot against his erection— noticing how there's still about 3 inches that your foot doesn't cover, jesus christ—

"What's this, then?", and you push your foot harder into him, and Simon gives a low moan, from deep in his chest— and he lowers his head, eyes screwed shut and mouth hanging open.

"Well? I asked a question and I did say it in english."

Simon raises his head and his eyes are glossy, scar across the corner of his upper lip whitening with how he thins them before answering.

"Oh, my Mistress, my Queen. I'm just so happy you're here, giving me your complete attention," and in a quieter, vulnerable tone says, "I missed this. Missed you."

That has your heart pounding against your rib cage. You clench your jaw— you cannot show Simon how exhilarated those words make you. You've been harboring the tiniest crush on Simon, and how could you not? Look at him. 6 foot 4, 320 pounds and he submits so beautifully. You'd ruin him. And with the small feel you've gotten from his cock, he'd definitely ruin you. But not now. Simon deserves a reward for being so good and obedient.

"Go on, pet. Show me how much you've really missed me. For you, I'll permit your release." Only for you.

Hands flying to his zipper, he takes his thick, long length out— what a fucking cock it was too, you can't wait to get your hands on it— he starts stroking it, skin bunching up at the flared head on the upstroke and Simon presses his thumb down on his slit. He lets out a hiss as he starts smearing the pre-come around the head and then smooths out the skin on the way down.

Your arm is stretched out holding your weight as you lean to the side, head tilted and you flick your eyes to Simon's face and you startle— Simon's holding direct eye contact, tongue wetting his bottom lip and you can feel heat radiating from your cheeks at the intensity of his stare.

You don't look away though. You stare right into his eyes as the room starts to fill with faster paced, wet, skin slapping noises— and Simon's eyes roll to the back of his head as his eyes close and you look back down to his cock, so hard, swollen red and slippery with his pre-come.

You can hear his teeth grinding together, shoulders stiffening and tattooed forearm vascular with how tight he's squeezing his cock and he chokes out, "Please, Mistress. Let me come, let me come, I'm so close—god"

" Come for your Mistress, Simon. Be a good boy and come for me."

Simon moans loud as his back bows forward and he encircles your ankle with his hand to stabilize himself as his length spurts rope after rope of thick cum inches from your toes— continuously stroking himself through the aftershocks and into oversensitivity.

He puts both palms flat on the floor as he gulps in big shaky breaths, arms trembling slightly. You stand up, carefully stepping around his come, and slip into your heels. Simon raises his head to look at you and— look at that simple, empty expression. You want to sit on that face 'til he repeatedly taps your thick thigh, begging for air— and tell him to clean up his mess. You put on your jacket, close it with the belt and leave.

Your pocket vibrates with a text, and tap the screen to read the text.

Simon: I beg you, my Angel. Let me look at your beautiful pussy as I come, next time.

You: You know what to do.

And then a notification from your bank.

Simon Riley has deposited £4000.

Pressing your phone screen to your chin as hold in a squeal, you cannot wait to get your hands on him.

'Only ever for you.'

A/N: i'd give all the cod boys the gawk gawk without question. at the same time. and valeria can sit on my face til i stop breathing.

[megistusdiary]

"𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘰𝘯𝘴"

this was sitting in my drafts for months, and i opened it and realized i kind of cooked on the first 6 paragraphs i wrote, so i wanted to finish it. also, bun yelled at me :(

dom!blade x sub fem!reader x dom!kafka

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, penetration (reader receiving), fellatio, face-riding, fingering, size difference, leash + collar

you tiptoed quietly down the hall, hands busied with wringing and interlocking your fingers as you made your way down to the common area you shared with the other stellaron hunters.

really, it wasn't quite clear if you actually were a hunter, or rather, just a companion of sorts they liked to keep around.

you tried to be quiet, not wanting to wake anyone on the ship as you approached the area.

just as you reached out towards the panel on the wall, the door opened noisily, making you cringe and immediately flinch when you realized you weren't alone.

both blade and kafka's eyes were on you. the sword blade was previously sharpening laid still on his lap, and kafka's gun dematerialized as her lips quirked up.

the fake fireplace crackled behind them to fill the silence as she rose from the couch, trailing her hand across blade's shoulders as she made her way towards you.

"i didn't know you two were still awake." you spoke softly, standing a little straighter when kafka approached you. she pressed her finger beneath your chin, gently lifting your gaze to meet hers.

"couldn't sleep, hm?" she questioned, prompting you to nod.

"i was coming down to sit by the fire. i didn't mean to disturb anyone." your eyes moved away from kafka's, reflecting the orange glow from the fireplace.

"that's alright. why don't you come in for a bit, hm?" kafka leaned down, recapturing your attention as her finger turned your chin back towards her.

"i really don't want to impose-"

"just come in already, or you really will wake up the entire ship." blade's voice came from behind kafka, as sharp as his name.

"it's just us," kafka smiled, removing her hand from your jaw and resting it on your shoulder. she leaned down, lips ghosting the shell of your ear. "we don't bite."

blade let out a soft puff of air at that comment, sheathing his sword and standing from the couch.

kafka stifled a laugh as your cheeks heated up. you nodded, allowing kafka to gently guide you into the room, pressing the panel on the wall behind you, causing the door to lock with a clicking noise.

you glanced back at the door once more before moving further into the room. blade had moved into a different armchair, freeing the couch for you and kafka. "have a seat." kafka gestured, gently pushing you down by her firm hold on your shoulders.

it was rather warm, nearly stifling as kafka sat down near you, crossing her legs in an elegant fashion. her body heat radiated onto you, prompting you to slide over slightly to give her more room.

her lips quirked up, and she leaned towards you. "why so shy all of a sudden? it's just us." her voice was sultry as she wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into her side. she tugged you over to her side of the couch, gesturing for blade to join the both of you.

he was stoic, but he did what she asked, sitting next to both of you, putting you in between the hunters. you shrunk down, feeling their thighs touching yours.

kafka's hand trailed across your knee, up your thigh, your stomach, up past your chest to your chin. she gently held your chin for a moment, lifting it to make you meet her gaze.

"such a pretty little thing, aren't you?" she hummed to herself, gently tilting your face. she peered around you towards her partner. "don't you think so, bladie?" she turned your jaw to face him.

"she's...pretty." is all she could squeeze out of him. she tutted, shaking her head.

"aw, come on. if you keep talking like that, she's gonna think you hate her. tell her how you really feel." she probed, prompting a deep sigh from him.

you looked up at him expectantly, wide-eyed as he frowned. "she already knows what i think about her."

"oh, bladie's so stubborn, isn't he?" she turned you back towards her, her hand on your shoulder trailing down to your waist as she pulled you into her lap.

you knelt over her lap, facing her as she kept a grip on your chin. "such a pretty girl, and he says nothing at all. you deserve better, sweetheart."

"i already have you." comes your reply and she grins.

"oh? are you implying i'm better than him?" she teases and delights in how you immediately try to recover, but she shuts you up by squeezing your cheeks into a puffy pout. "don't sweat it. i already know that i am."

she glances towards blade who is now leaning forward, looking mildly irritated. "who said you're better than me?"

"she did." kafka answers. "unless you want to prove her wrong-"

without warning, he yanks you off her lap, pulling you closer. he holds you tenderly, albeit rather stiffly, on his lap, a hand on your back and another on your waist. he presses you against his chest, his hair tickling your neck.

he was never one to talk more than necessary, so he simply held you there before guiding your lips towards his. kafka grins cheekily at the sight, leaning closer to play with your hair while blade steals the air right from your lips.

"aren't you two just adorable." she gently pulls you back, hearing your soft pants before she kisses you deeper, licking over the seam of your lips.

while blade's kisses were firm and full of caged desire, kafka's were like passion out in the open. there was no reason for kafka to hide her lust for you, so why should she?

her tongue slid across yours, her thumb swiping over your cheek before blade grunted. "you're being greedy, kafka."

"can you blame me?" kafka asked as she pulled away, gently caressing your face. "or is it because someone's a little... pent up?"

her words caused you to glance down, neck heating up at the sight of blade's cock straining through his pants.

"all from a little kissing." kafka hid a laugh behind her hand as she leaned down, breath washing over your ear. "why don't you help our bladie out, hm?" she whispers.

your eyes never leave blade's as you nod, leaning down to free him from the confinements.

his size never failed to impress, even kafka could admit that. you leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip as blade let out a soft groan. you dragged your tongue from his base to the tip, traveling up one of the more prominent veins. the precum collecting at the tip was smeared across your lips, giving them a glossy, sticky appearance.

his hand found the back of your head, urging you to take more of him as your lips wrapped around his tip snugly. you slowly inched down, hearing rustling of fabric behind you.

once he hit a little too deep, you let out a little noise of discomfort. he allowed you to pull away a little, fingers flexing as he restrained himself. he let you find a comfortable rhythm, head tilting back as your mouth felt so warm and wet around him.

"such a good girl for us." kafka smiles, gently rubbing your back. "but i think we want to actually see you, sweetheart. come here." she urges you up, hearing the soft pop of blade leaving your mouth as you wipe the spit off your lips.

she tugs your night clothes off, leaving you bare for their eyes as she smiles, appraising you like a work of art. "you're gorgeous." she praises you sweetly, drawing you in for a kiss. her tongue drags over yours languidly, pulling whimpers from you as she drags you onto her lap.

blade fists his cock while he watches kafka smother you in affection, her hand gripping your hip firmly as she grinds you on her thigh. "you're so wet, sweetie. look at that." she coos, pulling you up enough to see your slick coating her thigh.

"i'm sorry-"

"shush, we love a messy little thing, don't we, bladie?" she tilts her head back to smirk at him. she turns right back to you, giving you her full attention. "i think he's getting desperate. why don't we get nice and cozy so we can all feel good." she taps your nose, laying you down before tugging her shorts off.

she rips a hole in her tights easily, settling over your face.

"no panties?" you ask and she laughs.

"what a bold little comment. you're feeling cheeky today, aren't you?" she pinches your cheek before lowering herself onto your tongue.

you feel blade pull your thighs up, spreading your cunt while he slides himself over your clit. you whimper into kafka, wide eyes finding hers as she laughs. "don't be so greedy. at least stretch her out a little first." she chastises blade.

she turns over her shoulder to watch him finger you. he's careful, diligent, ensuring you're ready to take his cock. she hums thoughtfully. "how does she feel?"

"tight....wet. she feels good." he answers, curling his fingers, making you moan into kafka's pussy. she grins, petting your head.

he withdraws his fingers slowly, sliding himself into you gently. his thumb rubs rough circles into your clit to ease the stretch, not wanting to break you just yet.

kafka rubs herself on your tongue, taking the pleasure as she wants it, enjoying your helpless little whimpers, your scrunched up expression as you try to adjust to blade's size.

she moans softly, grinding down while blade fucks you. he grabs your hips, yanking you towards him with each thrust, jostling kafka above you. she feels you feebly grabbing onto her thighs, trying to steady yourself from his rough movements.

"just a bit longer. let bladie feel good, and then i'll take care of you myself." she whispers, petting you.

she allows blade his time with you, letting him fuck you roughly. he prods into your g-spot, sending you spiraling while kafka cums onto your tongue.

once she recovers, she lays at your side, lapping over your nipples, sucking marks into your chest while blade uses you. though, before he can cum, she stops him.

"ah-ah, not inside." she warns, hearing him grunt, annoyed as he pulls out. he strokes himself to completion, spilling all over your stomach while kafka slides two fingers through it. "so thick today. go ahead and fetch my harness."

she smiles at you, wiping the cum off with her shorts before discarding them. blade returns like a puppy, handing her what she needs as you look up curiously. you're still twitching from the orgasm he gave you, yet kafka knows she can do better.

attaching her strap-on to the harness over her hips, she lets you take a good look at what she plans to use on you. it's pink, much like her abilities, and big. she seems to take pride in it, laying it on your stomach to show you how deep she'll be.

"aren't you just the cutest little thing." kafka sighs, kissing your neck, nipping at your chest before sliding her strap inside of you.

and, oh, do you moan for her. it's hot, tapering off into a needy whine as she rubs your clit. it feels different when she fucks you. as if she's using your body to prove a point. as if the only thing she needs to survive is your pleasure.

you thought blade would've disappeared, but he watches from the side, entranced by how well you take kafka, how you sing for her so beautifully. you might even say he's jealous on some level...

she materializes a leash around your neck, yanking at it to get your cunt to tighten up around her. she laughs at how pliant you are for her, easily falling to her whims. "good girl, that's it. just a little toy for me."

she fucks you with perfect precision and accuracy, hitting the spots she knows you love. she doesn't stop, fucking you right through your orgasms, even when you're reduced to mewling and whining beneath her. she merely wipes your tears, changing your position, shoving your head deeper into the pillows.

whatever she desires, she plans to take it from you, leaving you with nothing but dreams of her and her alone.

[tfwbluu]

・ SESSION #3 ・

pairing sunghoon & f!reader 2823 words warnings sub!hoon & dom!reader drinking alcohol; consentual intoxicated sex strap-on; pegging & reader referring it as her cock pet play(?); she calls him pup/puppy & good boy oral; but it’s a strap-on (f rec.) degradation/praise collars/leash noona kink nipple-play overstimulation dacryphilia begging pure filth tbh

The city lights shimmered through the expansive window as you lounged comfortably in the plush chair, a silk robe draped loosely over your frame. Beneath it, a delicate set of lingerie hugged your curves, paired with high stockings that accentuated your legs. You swirled the clear liquid in your glass, savoring the warmth of the alcohol as it slid down your throat, leaving a pleasant buzz in its wake.

The soft click of the door broke your peaceful moment. Turning your head, you watched as Sunghoon stepped inside, his presence immediately commanding the space. His sharp features were illuminated by the dim glow of the room, and it was clear he had taken his time—his hair styled just right, his light makeup effortlessly put together.

“Well, look who finally decided to show up,” you mused, a teasing smile playing on your lips.

He let out a breathy chuckle, running a hand through his dark locks. “Sorry… I wanted to look good for you and—” he hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck, “I lost track of time.”

Your gaze softened as he approached, his eyes locked onto yours with a mix of curiosity and desire. You raised a shot glass in your hand. “Care for a drink?”

He reached for it, but before he could take it, you pulled back slightly. “On your knees, baby,” you instructed, your voice smooth yet commanding.

His breath hitched, his pupils dilating as a flush crept up his neck. Without hesitation, he obeyed, sinking onto his knees before you. His gaze was locked onto yours, full of unspoken hunger.

“Say ahh,” you murmured, tilting his chin up with your fingers before bringing the shot glass to his lips.

Sunghoon parted them obediently, letting the liquor burn its way down his throat as his eyes fluttered closed for a brief moment. He exhaled, licking the remnants from his lips, before looking up at you with an intoxicating mix of need and admiration.

“Noona… want more..” he murmured, nudging his face against your knee, his voice laced with quiet desperation.

Your lips curled into a slow, knowing smile as you ran your fingers through his hair, gently tugging at the roots. “If you say so, darling,” you purred, pouring another shot.

The ritual repeated, each sip heightening the flush on his skin, making his gaze darker, hazier. The both of you took turns taking shots of the alcohol, the burn in your throats only fueling the heat simmering between you. The room grew warmer, the air thick with anticipation, each moment drawing you both further into the tension that lingered like an unspoken promise. As the last drop of alcohol slid down your throat, a heady warmth spread through your body.

His fingers toyed with the edge of your robe, gaze flickering between your eyes and the delicate lace peeking through. “Noona…” he murmured, voice slightly slurred, filled with something deeper than just intoxication.

You hummed in response, swirling the last bit of liquor in your glass before setting it aside. “What is it, baby?”

He swallowed hard, eyes never leaving yours as he shifted closer. “Want you,” he confessed, his breath warm against your skin, hands already reaching, already needing.

You smirked, fingers trailing up his chest, nails lightly grazing his flushed skin. “Then take me,” you whispered, the invitation hanging between you, dissolving the last remnants of restraint.

The empty bottle sat discarded on the table as you leaned forward, capturing his lips in a slow, intoxicating kiss.

He melted into you instantly, his fingers gripping the soft fabric of your robe, his touch feverish and desperate. His soft whimpers mixed with the taste of alcohol on his tongue, sending a wave of heat through your body. As his hands roamed, the delicate bow at your waist unraveled, the silky material slipping open to reveal the lace hugging your curves.

When you finally pulled away, he barely had the strength to keep himself upright, his head dropping against your knee as he inhaled your scent, completely dazed. His warm breath fanned over your skin, and the sight of him—so needy, so obedient—sent a rush of desire through you.

Your eyes flickered to the collar and leash resting on the nearby table. A slow smirk curled at your lips as you reached for them, your fingers tracing the smooth leather before bringing it to his throat.

With practiced ease, you secured the collar around his neck, making sure it fit just right. His breath hitched at the feeling, but he didn’t resist—if anything, he leaned into your touch, shivering as your fingers brushed against his pulse.

Without warning, you gave the leash a firm tug, watching as he stumbled forward, his cheek nearly brushing against the warmth between your thighs. A quiet gasp escaped him, his hands gripping your legs for balance as he looked up at you with wide, darkened eyes. You tilted his chin up with a single finger, admiring the way his lips parted ever so slightly, his chest rising and falling with each shallow breath.

“Such a pretty puppy,” you murmured, giving the leash another tug. “You’ll behave for me, won’t you?”

His bleary eyes gazed up at you, filled with lust and desperation. “Yes! Yes—I’ll be good boy, I promise,” he muttered, his voice breathless, his body trembling under your gaze.

His cock strained against the fabric of his pants, a clear wet spot forming where he leaked with need. You let out a soft chuckle, the tip of your foot pressing against his bulge, making him whimper at the slightest touch.

“I didn’t even lay a hand on you, and you’re already this hard?” you mused, tilting your head in amusement. “Go on, strip.”

His hands worked quickly, fumbling with his clothing as he rid himself of every last piece, leaving him bare before you—except for the collar wrapped snugly around his neck. His flushed skin glowed under the dim lighting, his body on full display, twitching with anticipation.

While he followed your orders, you turned your attention to the strap-on near you, securing it around your hips, adjusting it until it fit just right. By the time you were finished, he was back on his knees, leash held between his lips like a trained pet, his cock dripping precum onto the floor. You smirked at the sight, reaching down to take the leash from his mouth, tugging him closer until the tip of your cock brushed against his parted lips.

“Come on Hoonie, suck.” you instructed, your voice dripping with lust.

He didn’t hesitate—his lips wrapped around the length immediately, taking you in with eager obedience. His head bobbed up and down, his tongue swirling around the toy as if it were real. Drool pooled at the corner of his lips, his muffled moans vibrating through the air as he pleased you.

You tightened your grip on the leash, guiding his movements. “Such a needy puppy,” you purred, watching him with dark amusement. “That’s it, show me how much you want it.”

He continued to suck on your cock with desperate eagerness, his doe eyes gazing up at you, silently pleading for more. His tongue swirled around the length, wet and needy, his lips stretching beautifully around it.

You let him have his fun for a moment before tightening your grip in his hair, pulling him back with a sharp tug. A thin string of saliva connected his swollen lips to the tip, the sight sending a thrill through you.

“Want my cock inside you, baby?” you murmured, your thumb gently caressing his damp lips, feeling them tremble under your touch.

His breath hitched, eyes darkening with need. “Yes, please, noona…” he whispered, voice barely above a breath, his body shivering with anticipation.

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And so now, there Sunghoon lies beneath you, his body trembling and his breaths uneven as he writhed against the sheets. His flushed skin glowed under the dim lighting, a sheen of sweat clinging to his toned form. You held his hand in yours, fingers laced together, grounding him as your other hand trailed down his body, stroking his cock teasingly, keeping him on the edge without giving him release.

“You’re trembling all over, baby. Is it too much for you?” you teased, your voice dripping with amusement as you watched his body shudder beneath you. His breath hitched, and he shook his head frantically, tears pooling in his desperate eyes.

“N-no… can take it—ah!” he gasped, his body jolting as you pressed against that one sensitive spot, sending a sharp wave of pleasure coursing through him.

His fingers clenched your hand and the sheets, his knuckles turning white as he fought against the overwhelming sensation. But just as he thought he’d finally get what he craved, you stilled, your touch vanishing entirely.

His eyes snapped open in panic, a broken whimper leaving his lips as he felt the unbearable emptiness. “No, no—please…!”

“Stop squirming so much,” you murmured, tilting his chin up to meet your gaze. His bottom lip trembled, frustration evident in every inch of his body.

“P-please, hic, ‘m sorry—please let me cum!”

And yet, you only smiled. “Patience, sweetheart. I’ll give you exactly what you need… when I decide you’ve earned it.”

With a sly smile, you flipped him onto his stomach, reaching for the set of cuffs on the bedside table. Securing his wrists behind his back, you took a moment to admire the way he trembled in anticipation.

“You look beautiful like this, Hoonie,” you whispered, leaning down to press a kiss against his shoulder, savoring the way he shivered beneath you. “So eager and needy for me… like a puppy in heat.”

Shifting your position, you pull him upright, guiding him to straddle your lap while you settle propped against the pillows. His breath hitched as you pushed your cock back into his trembling hole, filling him to the hilt once more. His body jolted against you, a delicious shudder running through him as his hands tugged against his restraints.

“What a pretty sight,” you murmured, running your hands along his sides, tracing delicate patterns over his flushed skin. The contrast of your soft touch against his hypersensitive body had him gasping, his thighs quivering where they caged you in.

“You feel so full, don’t you?” you cooed, pressing on his stomach lightly. His response was nothing more than a desperate whimper, his head lolling forward as he fought against the intoxicating pleasure.

But you weren’t done with him yet.

“Fuck yourself on me, Hoonie,” you cooed, tightening your grip on his hips, “I’ll let you cum this time.”

His breath hitched as he tried to move, his bound hands restricting him from grasping onto you for stability. Instead, he arched helplessly against you, his body quivering as he tried to steady himself.

“Hngh… noonaaa,” he whined, his eyes welling up with tears of frustration and pleasure.

“You’re shaking so much, baby,” you mused, tracing slow circles over his chest, before pinching his sensitive bud between your fingers. His sharp intake of breath sent a thrill through you, his whimpers growing sweeter by the second.

“P-please… need more,” he begged, his hips jerking involuntarily. His thighs trembled as he rocked himself down, your cock pressing deep, hitting that one spot that made his mouth fall open in a silent cry.

“Look at you,” you whispered, tugging on his leash to meet your gaze. His eyes were hazy, pupils blown wide with need, lips swollen from biting down on them to stifle his cries.

“Just a desperate little thing,” you murmured, your grip on his jaw firm yet teasing. “Keep going, pup. Show me how badly you need it.”

A choked sob left his lips as he obeyed, rolling his hips with more urgency, each movement sending waves of pleasure through his overstimulated body. His muscles tensed, his body at your mercy, and yet he gave in completely, surrendering to your touch. But it wasn’t enough. He whimpered, shaking his head, frustration evident in every shaky breath.

“P-please, noona… can’t do it… need your help,” he pleaded, voice small and trembling.

You pushed his body upright, forcing him to take your cock even deeper, a choked moan escaping his lips as his body trembled. His bound hands twitching behind him as he fought to stay still. Every attempt to move sent sharp waves of pleasure through him, his thighs shaking as he tried to grind against the intrusion.

“N-noona… t-too much…!” he whimpered, eyes glassy with desperation. But you only smirked, tracing slow circles over his flushed skin.

“You said you needed help, so here I am, helping you. So be a good pup and take it for me,” you whispered, your touch soothing yet teasing, promising both relief and torment. “Use me baby, you can make yourself cum on my cock, can’t you?”

Your fingers traced over his leaking cock, stroking it gently as you held it in your grasp. He bounced on your cock slowly, his body trembling from the overstimulation, whimpering as he leaked with need. Sunghoon’s breath hitched, his body betraying him as he trembled beneath your touch.

It didn’t take long before a loud moan left his lips, relief mingling with overwhelming pleasure as his release spilled onto your hand, his body shuddering violently from the sensitivity.

“Aha… There you go,” you giggled, your voice dripping with amusement. His muscles tensed, his back arching ever so slightly, and his broken pleas filled the room—desperate, breathless, needy.

“Come here, baby,” you murmured, giving his leash a gentle tug, guiding him closer until your lips met his in a slow, heated kiss. His breath hitched, a desperate moan escaping into your mouth as you stroked his tear-streaked face, your touch both soothing and possessive.

His hips moved instinctively, seeking more of your warmth, his whimpers spilling between kisses. When you pulled away, he let out a needy sound, his lips trembling as he gazed at you with pleading, dazed eyes—utterly wrecked, yet still craving more.

“Been such a good boy for me, tell me who’s a good boy?” you cooed, threading your fingers through his hair. He immediately leaned into your touch, his entire body aching for your affection.

“Mhm… ‘m your good boy,” he murmured, his voice small yet filled with devotion. His head nuzzled against you, lips ghosting over your skin in a silent plea for more.

“Yes, yes you are,” you whispered, pressing a lingering kiss to his forehead, feeling the heat radiating from his flushed skin.

“Noona…” he whimpered, his lips trailing down to your collarbone, closer to your bosom. “Need you again… please.” His voice cracked with desperation as his hips rutted against you, seeking relief, his need palpable.

“Shh,” you soothed, cradling his face, tilting his chin up so his glassy eyes met yours. “Let noona take care of you, baby.”

You smiled softly, watching him fall apart so easily in your hands. His flushed cheeks, damp with tears, only made him look even more desperate—so needy, so completely yours. His body trembled under your touch, his breath warm against your skin as he nuzzled closer, seeking comfort, seeking more.

“Getting greedy, aren’t you?” you teased, tilting his chin up so he’d look at you. His glazed-over eyes met yours, clouded with lust and adoration.

“Can’t help it… feels too good, noona,” he whimpered, his voice barely above a whisper, grinding against your cock still inside him with helpless desperation.

Your heart swelled at the sight. “Go ahead puppy,” you soothed, trailing your fingers down his spine, feeling the way he shivered under your touch.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you—ah!”

His whimpers grew needier, his body completely at your mercy as he rutted against you, desperate for relief. Every movement sent shudders through him, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he sought pleasure from both your cock and the friction of his own cock against your stomach.

You let him, simply watching with a smirk, enjoying the way he fell apart all on his own. His lips trembled against your skin, leaving messy kisses between quiet sobs of pleasure.

“N-noona… s’too much… but—ah—can’t stop,” he whimpered, lost in the sensation. You ran your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly.

“It’s okay, puppy. Just let go for me.” you cooed, leaning back and letting him chase his own release, watching as he desperately rocked against you. His body trembled with every movement, your cock buried deep inside him making it nearly impossible to control himself.

His soft whimpers filled the air as he instinctively latched onto your chest, sucking gently, his breath warm against your skin. Eyes glazed over with need, he was utterly lost in his own desperation, his body trembling with each slow motion. All you had to do was sit back and enjoy the show, savoring the way he surrendered completely to you for the rest of the night.

author’s note dont even ask how it got this long but it just did so. do like and reblog its greatly appreciated <3 also lmk if i need to add anything to warnings since i might have missed smth who knows

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[halloweenbitch2764]

I am not sure if there is a limited number of characters. If so, just do the bachelors. If not, do both bachelors and bachelorettes.

If you do reactions/headcanons, a reaction to finding out how strong the farmer is would be amazing. I love the idea of the farmer from Stardew Valley being inhumane strong, but most of the towns people doesn't know it.

I will do my best! Also, you're dating in these just FYI. Heart event spoilers!!

Alex

You were hanging out with Alex outside of his house as you tended to

You had finished all your chores for the day already

"Want to take Dusty for a walk?" Alex offered since you two really weren't doing much else

You nodded, and Alex got Dusty's collar and leash from inside

When he came back out, you had already coaxed Dusty to the edge of the fenced-in area.

"Don't worry about getting him out, I got it." Alex stated but you were already leaning down

You supported Dusty as you picked him up and set him down outside of the fenced-in area

It didn't take much effort

Alex stared in amazement, collar and leash grasped in hand

"What?" You asked as you pet Dusty

"You're, like, super strong!"

You couldn't help but laugh at his reaction

Sam

Sam had decided to come visit you while you were working on your farm

You still had some chores to finish up

Sam watched curiously as you did your chores

Feeding the animals, milking the cows, collecting eggs, etc.

A bale of hay sat in the corner of your barn

You decided to move it and hoisted it onto your shoulder, balancing it and carrying it somewhere new

It was just taking up space in the barn anyways

You didn't notice Sam who was watching intently

He didn't know how much the bale weighed but he could tell it wasn't something to scoff at

"Woah." He murmured to himself

Shane

You, Shane, and Jas were hanging out as you tended to do

It was a warm sunny day and you had finished most of the work on your farm

Jas had mostly been playing while you and Shane conversed

Jas had seemingly become bored and wanted some attention

You would have never assumed she liked attention as much as she did before you got to know her

She did seem like the quiet type

"Hold me!" She playfully demanded

And who were you to deny her?

"She's kind of-" Shane started

You picked her up with ease, hoisting her to your shoulders and balancing her

"-heavy..." Shane trailed off

He couldn't believe how easily you picked Jas up, much less tossed her around playfully

Even he struggled sometimes

You giggled at his reaction, and Jas giggled from the attention

"She seems pretty light to me." You teased, which caused Shane to blush

Harvey

You were hanging out with Harvey in the clinic while he finished up some work

He looked over at a piece of equipment and sighed

"What's wrong?" You questioned

"I just need to move that machine over a ways."

"I got it!" You volunteered, hopping up from the chair and going to the machine

"No, it's okay-"

"Don't worry about it Harvey, I'll be careful."

You knew he was worried about your well-being as per usual

He sat back down in his chair

"Just tell me where you want it."

You moved the equipment with ease, putting it where instructed

Harvey had a blush on his face, seemingly enarmoured by your strength

"What?" You questioned

"Just glad to see you're in good physical health." He waved his hand a bit

You internally giggled

Elliot

Elliot had decided to rearrange his furniture while you were over one day

He was struggling to push his piano over to the new spot

"Let me try!" You offered cheerfully

He seemed hesitant but nodded and stepped aside

You took your position and moved the piano to the new spot easily

It seemed effortless to Elliot

He was speechless

You saw the expression on his face and quirked your eyebrow

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing. Just didn't think you'd be able to move that so easily. That was quite impressive!"

You smiled, blushing slightly from the praise before waving your hand

"It was nothing."

Sebastian

You were hanging out with Sebastian at his house when Robin called for you

"I'm sorry to bother you, but can you help me move some of this wood?" Robin asked

You nodded happily and Sebastian followed you two, knowing he could help if needed

Not that he was particularly strong but he assumed it would be better than nothing

You easily lifted the wood (which was heavier than it looked) and moved it to the small pile that had been started

When you were done Robin offered to compensate you for your work but you told her it was okay

Sebastian was speechless

He knew you were strong, but you were stronger than he thought

"You're stronger than I thought you were." He complimented

You blushed and smiled

"Guess it's from working on the farm."

[midnite-c6]

I also wpuld like to be thanos' and nam-gyu's dog ngl! idk nam-gyu just seems like a regular to pet shop and the cashier asks how's your precious girl how's your puppy!! as he's buying some treats and he's muttering yeah real lovely we've been doing some obedience training because she's been troublesome lately.. nam-gyu getting you a dusty pink collar and leash save me..

WOOOF PURRR HISSS BARKK YOURE SO RIGHT its actually so filthy the things id let these two do huhuhuhuhuhu . feral rn.

nam-gyu x hybridpuppy!reader | thanos x hybridpuppy!reader warnings: 18+, DARK content, degradation, sex, READER HAS EARS AND A TAIL!!

nsfw below already -> !!

nam-gyu ʕ⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠ʔ

he sighs, "she's been making more messes lately." the pet supplies owner would just laugh at the statement, "oh, sir, you should get used to it by now. but, i thought you've already trained her?" she asks, considering he was a regular, afterall. "i did, but she's been acting a bit more stubborn recently, maybe she just needs a collar now, it's been long overdue." the shop owner would only nod and smile. "ah yes, you should've bought her one when you first got her! a collar helps the dog know who it belongs to, and who is its owner." he chuckles, seemingly lost in thought as he grabs the plastic bag with the pretty pink collar and the matching leash he generously bought you, he bows his head. "well, miss, i'll get going now, thank you." as he heads out the door, the woman could only think how much of a sweet boy he is, taking in the responsibility in taking care of a cute puppy..

except, the puppy was you! like it always has. you'd see him come back, opening the door as you immediately cling onto him, "on your knees, go." he orders, and you immediately comply! you love him so much! and when he puts the pretty collar he bought for you, seeing how his name was engraved on the pendant, you'd truly know who you belong to. now he's easily gotten you into a doggy (ironically) position, he wasn't even moving, the only thing he was doing is tugging on your leash to get you to push in and out of him. you'd obviously choke, but he knows he's trained you at taking a lil' bit more. "ah.. fuck, move will you? my hands are getting tired from tugging you around." but it takes all your energy to move, you were too sensitive down there.

"you don't want me to donate you to the doggy pound, would you now?" "n-no, sir .!" you didn't want that!! you loved nam-gyu as your owner :< "then, do as i say, dog."

nam-gyu was a bit cruel on you, yes, but he wouldn't go as far as be careless with you... he's kept you to be a home dog, only meant to be sheltered.

thanos ʕ⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠ʔ

thanos- on the other hand, oh this man is careless with you:< he'd literally treat you like a puppy on the street! he's too busy with clubbing, partying, smoking weed, and being a famous rapper, he forgets his time with you. the nicest thing he does though is he'd buy you pretty clothes, pretty lingerie, but sadly you barely catch glimpse of him when he's sober. he's always high and thankfully happy, but when he's high and not-so-happy... well...

when he comes back from clubbing all night, you'd hear the door finally open, it was your beloved su-bong!! you'd immediately pepper kisses all over his cheeks but he'd push you to the ground. it seems he might've gotten into a fight at the club, or worse, he'd meet the person that scammed him, and you could only whimper, knowing that the best stress reliever is you. and whenever you wag your tail in excitement for anything, it just makes him hard as hell.

he'd have you face down, ass up, so he'd have full view of the wagging tail that was wagging just for him! he doesn't need a leash, he could just painfully tug on your tail! now his hand was pressing a vape past his lips, whilst the other was pressing your head down to the pillows, he loves hearing your muffled moans because you're still so loud even with them! volume down, will you? his dick wet with your slick, his thrusts going from fast and rough to slow and still rough, "are you in heat?" you'd try your best to shake your head. "jeez, you bitch like one" he complains, a particularly harder thrust than the last. even leaning in to take a painful bite onto your puppy ears. "i should definitely train you more, right, princess?" wasn't having his cum dripping out of both your holes enough?? D:

bonus:

you'd obviously only be loyal to one, but if they raised you together, then.. they've trained you to be loyal for the two of them, you can't have one without the other, and when you're too impatient, already humping su-bong before nam-gyu gets home, he'd punish you for that !

HEHEHE I REALIZED I HAVE SM HEOMWORKS THAT I have NOT DONE BYEE.

[hai7ani]

Haitani Rindou is known to not be a very serious person.

There is nothing serious about him at all. He liaises with a bored look on his face, doesn't really attend executive meetings unless Mikey is there, and spends the rest of his days at his own club drowning in the girls, the music or the alcohol, and maybe letting off some steam by snatching away Sanzu's job.

But he is serious today. Angry, even.

The air is tense and it reeks of expensive European cologne when he steps one foot into the room. Briefcases filled with illegal substances welcomes his sight on the coffee table and tall stacks of cold, hard cash residing on his desk.

A man sits with one dirty shoe on his favourite British-imported sofa smoking a cigar, and Kokonoi Hajime on the opposite couch calm and collected.

There is also a girl crawling on all fours with a hot pink leash on her neck, tighter than a dog's collar.

Her skin glimmers under the dim lighting 一 with hints of blood that he could still recognise across her arms, but mostly with sweat. Her lips are pale, wobbly, and tears are pouring out of her sockets. Hurt and fear evident in her eyes.

She is you.

The dress that he got you 一 handpicked for you delicately 一 all ripped and torn and it barely clings onto your body anymore like it did all the time. You look like you're about to pass out anytime soon.

Haitani Rindou is filled with rage.

"Ah, Haitani! Just the man that I was looking for. Come, have a seat." The man invites with a huge menacing grin on his face, as he puts out the cigar on his expensive sofa.

It's my fucking office, you motherfucker.

Mario Ricci 一 he thinks it was, pauses counting the stacks of cash in his hands when Rindou does not move as he says. "Hmm?" He follows along his gaze which turns out to be stuck at you on the floor. His Italian accent is thick and heavy when he speaks, almost sounding like an ancient bard.

"I was passing through your halls and I saw this wonderful beauty standing right there, and I thought," he pauses, bending down slow to look at you.

"She'd be a perfect little mutt."

He tugs on the leash looped around his left hand, hard. His cologne fills up your nostrils from the distance and it is the only thing you can breathe in. More tears pool around your eyes as you cough 一 your throat is sore and the skin around it hurts. The buckle pushes hard against the side of your neck and he tugs another time.

"You wouldn't mind if I took this one home with me, yeah? You have plenty of sluts in your establishment already." There is a teasing glint in his eyes when he finally lets go, only to reach down and drag on your disheveled locks of hair.

He guides you like that 一 impatient and harsh 一 while you struggle with movement because you cannot look down at your hands, as you carefully crawl against the carpeted floor with your scalp red and painful.

You start sobbing again when he pulls away, and you lock eyes with the man that owns you, standing by the door.

There is fire in his eyes when he finally sees the picture that Mario painted for him. You're kneeling between his legs with two palms flat on the floor, catching your breath with uncontrollable drool dripping off your tongue.

Like a damn dog.

"God, she'd make a damn good slut. But I'm sure you already are during your time here, yeah, baby?" He taps on your cheek and swipes the drool away.

Your gaze is cloudy when you stare into Rindou's eyes. You're broken and battered. Your eyes no longer bright and shiny as when they used to admire him in the night, in his bed, when you'd draw your fingers along the lines and curves of his tattoos 一 they're filled with fear and you are so tired. You're shaking all around and you're so cold. You're a lot colder than what he's used to letting you feel. His fists tighten any more, deep in his pockets.

But he can still read you like an open book.

"This is a five million dollar deal." Kokonoi cuts in. "Can we be fucking serious? Just take the slut for free, Ricci. She's yours. We have more important things to talk about."

A quiet mewl escapes your throat when Mario grins, very satisfied with Kokonoi's words. You start to cry, begging, when he wraps a hand around your chin and bends down to give your cheek a wet kiss, disgustingly. You don't look away from Rindou the whole time.

Please don't give me away.

The sound of a gun clicking catches everyone's attention. You look him dead in the eye and he can hear you loud and clear.

"Fucking let her go."

Haitani Rindou isn't serious about a lot of things.

"Or I'll put a bullet through your throat and it'll be no deal for all of us."

But he is serious about you.

His own slut.

His favourite girl.

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