#MM/f

[eenslaved]

Ray and Joshua's Girl

BDSM erotica. Fictional characters over 18. Strictly fictional fantasy.

When she hears footsteps on the stairs, she tenses, uncertain of who is approaching. The son, back for more, or the father this time?

They both take turns using her, in this unassuming house set far back at the end of a long driveway, distanced from any neighbors.

The lights are flipped on and she sees Joshua's face beaming at her.

"Well, hello there," Joshua coos at her. "Looks like Da's already been at you today."

She blushes. Her feet are tied above her head, her thighs splayed wide apart. Her pussy and ass are tilted up at him, and Joshua can see for himself the sticky leavings of his dad's cum coating her sex.

Joshua comes to stand over her. His eyes are greedy and avid as they roam her naked, bound body. She sucks in a breath as his hands mold over her breasts, freely feeling her up because she can't stop him.

She has to try again. "Please let me go, Joshua. It's...you've had your fun, OK? I-I won't tell anyone, I swear."

Joshua shakes his head at her. "You are home," he insists. "This is your home now. Da and I talked it over; we're keeping you. You're our girl now. You belong to us and we'll take such good care of you."

Her heart sank. "No, please. You-you can't do this. This is so...you could get in so much trouble when someone finds out..."

"No one's going to find out," Joshua soothed. "You're safe here. You need us. That motel wasn't a safe place and you won't last the winter living on the streets. Here, you've got a bed, food, water, a roof over your head. All we want is your obedience." 

Her eyes well with tears as he hurts her nipples, pinching them cruelly. 

Joshua unties her wrists first, putting the manacles on her, and then releases her legs. He leads her into the bathroom where her arms are pulled up over her head.

He takes his time washing her body, soaping up every part of her, slapping at her thighs to get her to widen her stance. He strokes her until she's slippery and gasping, legs trembling, and then hoses her off. The jet of water aimed at her clit makes her dance in a performance he clearly enjoys.

After she's clean and dry, Joshua dresses her in a pink babydoll nightgown. She's so grateful to be clean and released from her uncomfortable bondage that when he pushes his sweats down and he slaps her face lightly with his cock, she just kneels there with her mouth open.

Joshua's father, Ray, arrives just as she's swallowing thick jets of cum.

"Good, you washed her," Ray says, pleased. He takes a seat in the broken-in leather armchair and watches as she cleans Joshua's cock with her tongue. "Come here, girl. Sit on your Daddy's lap now."

Her face burns and her insides churn with humiliation as she does as he asks, perching gingerly on his hard thigh. Ray settles her more firmly into the position he prefers, which is where her feet don't touch the ground and she has to cling to him for balance. 

Ray's hands immediately disappear under the short hem of the babydoll gown, blunt fingers seeking out her wet heat. He isn't disappointed by what he finds there. She squirms as his fingers tease more wetness out of her.

"Put your arms around me," Ray encourages. 

He turns his face into her cleavage, nuzzling her boobs. She gulps and tries not to come. All she can do is obey. She doesn't dare do different. Ray doesn't hesitate to punish her for any signs of disobedience or the merest hint of rebellion. He is consistent about his methods of discipline: first corporal punishment, then a stint of solitary in the hated deprivation hood.

His methods are effective.

As much as she's been able to pick up, Ray is divorced and has been for years. Joshua isn't in contact with his mom at all. It's just the two of them living here, operating the family-owned garage. The two men are self-sufficient. They haven't expected her to cook or clean or anything like that. That's not what they need her for.

"I'm plannin' on having anal sex with her later," Joshua says. 

"Rub some icy hot on her clit before you do that," Ray says, enjoying the shudder that runs through her frame. "Makes it even better."

"Is that why she was carrying on so much last night?"

"Yep. It's good to let her work her lungs out. And now she knows there ain't anyone around to hear her and come banging on our door. Isn't that right, sweetie?"

"Yes, Daddy," she whispers. Her tears are hot. Her pussy is pulsing and clenching on his fingers, an appalling response. This is so awful and there's no escape that she can see.

[nfasth]

[mutantmayhems]

RIP the boys’ long mask tails, 2023-2024

[phoenixtakaramono]

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Donatello

In the middle of the fight - Bayverse!Donnie

Quadruple surprise - Bayverse!Donnie

Falling in love with you - Donnie ROTTMNT

Donnie has a... WHAT? - Bayverse!Donnie

In Too Deep - Bayverse!Donnie

Finals, Friends, and Midnight Snacks - Bayverse!Donnie Platonic

Do You Like Me Too? - Donnie TMNT 2012

Call of Distraction - Bayverse!Donnie

You don't mess with our sister - Bayverse!Donnie Platonic

All For One We Fight Together - Bayverse!Donnie Platonic

Heart Squad - Donnie ROTTMNT Platonic

Trying to fit in - Donnie Mutant Mayhem Platonic

She Is My World - Donnie TMNT 2012

Through the Cracks - Donnie ROTTMNT

Turtleception - Bayverse!Donnie

Tiny Terror - Donnie ROTTMNT

Comfort Time - Bayverse!Donnie

Unseen Battles - Bayverse!Donnie (TW: scars)

Halfway Home - Donnie TMNT 2012

Cute Cat - Bayverse!Donnie

Steal My Heart, Why Don’t You? - Donnie ROTTMNT

Family Circuits - Donnie ROTTMNT

A New Dynamic - Donnie ROTTMNT

Shell Of Trust - Bayverse!Donnie

The Fine Art of Poking the Genius - Donnie ROTTMNT

In the Glow of the Lab Light - Donnie ROTTMNT

Shadows of Redemption - Bayverse!Donnie Platonic

Unexpected Affection - Donnie ROTTMNT

Leonardo

Triple Surprise - Bayverse!Leo

Falling in love with you - Leo ROTTMNT

Thunderstorm Comfort - Bayverse!Leo

In Too Deep - Bayverse!Leo

Late-Night Confessions - Bayverse!Leo

Finals, Friends, and Midnight Snacks - Bayverse!Leo Platonic

Do You Like Me Too? - Leo TMNT 2012

Call of Distraction - Bayverse!Leo

You don't mess with our sister - Bayverse!Leo Platonic

All For One We Fight Together - Bayverse!Leo Platonic

Heart Squad - Leo ROTTMNT Platonic

Trying to fit in - Leo Mutant Mayhem Platonic

Through the Cracks - Leo ROTTMNT

Turtleception - Bayverse!Leo

Tiny Terror - Leo ROTTMNT

Comfort Time - Bayverse!Leo

Unseen Battles - Bayverse!Leo (TW: scars)

Halfway Home - Leo TMNT 2012

Cute Cat - Bayverse!Leo

Boosting the Blue - Leo ROTTMNT

Steal My Heart, Why Don’t You? - Leo ROTTMNT

A New Dynamic - Leo ROTTMNT

Shell of Trust - Bayverse!Leo

Shadows of Redemption - Bayverse!Leo Platonic

Unexpected Affection - Leo ROTTMNT

Raphael

Falling in love with you - Raph ROTTMNT

Double Surprise - Bayverse!Raph

Angry Attraction - Bayverse!Raph

In Too Deep - Bayverse!Raph

Finals, Friends, and Midnight Snacks - Bayverse!Raph Platonic

Do You Like Me Too? - Raph TMNT 2012

Call of Distraction - Bayverse!Raph

You don't mess with our sister - Bayverse!Raph Platonic

All For One We Fight Together - Bayverse!Raph Platonic

Heart Squad - Raph ROTTMNT Platonic

Trying to fit in - Raph Mutant Mayhem Platonic

Through the Cracks - Raph ROTTMNT

Turtleception - Bayverse!Raph

Tiny Terror - Raph ROTTMNT

Comfort Time - Bayverse!Raph

Unseen Battles - Bayverse!Raph (TW: scars)

Halfway Home - Raph TMNT 2012

Cute Cat - Bayverse!Raph

Steal My Heart, Why Don’t You? - Raph ROTTMNT

A New Dynamic - Raph ROTTMNT

Across Every Universe - Bayverse!Raph

Shell Of Trust - Bayverse!Raph

Shadows of Redemption - Bayverse!Raph Platonic

Unexpected Affection - Raph ROTTMNT

Michelangelo

Falling in love with you - Mikey ROTTMNT

In Too Deep - Bayverse!Mikey

Finals, Friends, and Midnight Snacks - Bayverse!Mikey Platonic

Do You Like Me Too? - Mikey TMNT 2012

Call of Distraction - Bayverse!Mikey

Surprise - Bayverse!Mikey

You don't mess with our sister - Bayverse!Mikey Platonic

All For One We Fight Together - Bayverse!Mikey Platonic

Heart Squad - Mikey ROTTMNT Platonic

Trying to fit in - Mikey Mutant Mayhem Platonic

Through the Cracks - Mikey ROTTMNT

Turtleception - Bayverse!Mikey

Tiny Terror - Mikey ROTTMNT

Comfort Time - Bayverse!Mikey

Unseen Battles - Bayverse!Mikey (TW: scars)

Halfway Home - Mikey TMNT 2012

Cute Cat - Bayverse!Mikey

Steal My Heart, Why Don’t You? - Mikey ROTTMNT

A New Dynamic - Mikey ROTTMNT

Shell Of Trust - Bayverse!Mikey

Shadows of Redemption - Bayverse!Mikey Platonic

Unexpected Affection - Mikey ROTTMNT

Headcanons - TMNT

[2aceofspades]

No. 3 mind meld

Mikey looks so...different without white irises oh golly gee..

Anywizzle! This is a 'part 3' to The artist comic

My brain kinda exploded today so...

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[acethehorseishere]

I drew this hoe…

Ok but this mm!Ace design has me in a chokehold I’ve been thinking about it all day, i love it sm.

The obligatory Live Levi Reaction

[jolalibrary]

hi love! Can I use the prompt

“Visiting them at work, either with lunch, or just to spend the afternoon with them as they try to get things done. Whether they actually get things done, or thing devolve into flirting/romantic gestures is up to you.”

With Javier Peña?? I truly believe a women showing him love/affection would make him throw up lmao but still I crave it. thank you ❤️❤️

#mmvalentinesevent

lunch break.

javi peña x f!reader

an: i hope you don’t mind i changed it a smudge, thought this would be more him, and his counterpart. season one/two ish. i’ve been loose with details.

You don’t even need to let the door slam, his eyes find yours as soon as you're standing in the doorway.

The realisation dawning, spreading, making creases appear in his brow before they smooth out, eyes softening and filling with apologies. Ones that make the air—in the loud, busy room he works in—all the more thick and heavy.

His jawline is more prominent, jutting out. You've committed it to memory with both your fingers and mouth. The feel of it is still able to conjure on your lips—if you need them to.

Instead, you watch his eyes. How the beginning of an apology begins to form as they sweep over your frame. Not that you'll accept it.

Hastily lifting the brown bag, you move closer to his desk. You're quick to notice the new deeper shade of the circles under his eyes. How they're worse under the sepia lighting—even more so as he leans back, arms stretching behind his skull as he rolls his lips.

All you're focused on is how his top two buttons are undone. The thinnest spread of sweat blotting over his skin, making your mind summon memories that'll make you weak, when you want to make him pay.

“I… fuck. I was meant to meet you for lunch?”

Your brows rise playfully, walking closer to his desk, dumping the bag down on the edge as you shift your denim jacket from your shoulders. “You were meant to meet me for lunch.”

With one hand, you wheel Murphy’s free chair to his desk, plonking yourself down next to him. Letting the thin fabric of your sundress settle above your thighs—landing higher on your skin than it did when you’d been standing.

Perfect.

“I’m so—“

“Save it, Peña. I ordered for you, which don't thank me—I added everything you hate to it.”

He pulls your chair closer to him, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Thank you, cariño.”

You almost crack.

His name for you, the one which rolls from his lips like honey, the one he's scorched over and over again against your rib cage, lips and thighs.

“The only reason I’m here is because I want to embarrass you as much as you embarrassed me by standing me up?”

Swiping his tongue across his bottom lip, he follows it by sliding his thumb in the same pattern. Dark eyes studying, traipsing over your face—desperately trying not to let them descend to your bare collarbone.

“How badly am I going to pay for this?”

You smirk, pulling out one of the trays from the bag, shrugging lightly as you place one in front of him. Cautiously avoiding his files, papers and lit cigarette.

You feel it then, his palm on your leg. Heavy, tight—warm. It takes everything not to inhale. To let your skin go several degrees higher from the implications, from the knowledge of what it can do.

Nothing was innocent with Javi Peña. But then, he didn’t come round at all hours of the night because you were innocent either. It hadn't begun between you to begin with because you were irreproachable.

Smirking silently to yourself, you allow his fingers to dance up your thigh. Having already put a plan in motion.

It's why you don't demand his eyes back to you when they move back on the papers in front of him. You don't argue when he mutters that you’ll have all his attention in a minute. You already know you will when he realises.

Instead, you pop open your tray, silently watching the smoke from his cigarette swirl up into the lights, blending with the cloud that's likely been forming since the sun rose.

And you wait.

“Where’s Murphy?”

“Fuck if I know.”

You bite the corners of your cheek, watching him flip a page over, his hand rising a little more north on your leg.

It’s torture, waiting. Needing him to rise up, feel the crease of your thigh. To run his index finger over the place where cotton or lace should be—finding nothing but bare, beautiful skin.

You almost forget how to breathe as you wait.

The underwear you’d slid off in the car, sitting dormant in your jacket pocket. Knowing there’s nothing greater in this world than food, sex, wine and torturing him; than making him wait, and watching a man who is rarely ever told no, to be patient.

You bite into your food, spices exploding as you fight a groan. Not wanting to give yourself away—to showcase that you’re up to something as he draws patterns on your skin.

You just want him a little higher, wanting him to brush over the empty expanse where he’d only last night slid your underwear down with his teeth.

It’s tense. Almost unsure how you can swallow from the way your pulse thundered in your throat. It’s making you sweat. Your skin prickling with adrenaline, eyes fixated on his side profile—his handsome, fucking face.

For a second, you hold your breath as his fingers fan over your skin. You’re rendered useless when he pauses, head lifting half an inch, dark eyes staring at you from the corners.

“Cariño…”

You lick the sauce from your finger, dropping the remainder of your food into the tray, blanking your face as you hum.

“Did you… Did you forget something?”

Frowning, you lick your lips as you tilt your head, meeting his gaze. Skin warming under it—thighs desperate to push together under his burning gaze.

“Don't think so? I mean, there’s more sauce in the bag—“

He turns his chair quickly, wheels working with him as he pulls you close—yours almost colliding with his. But he's good, so good. Already having his leg slotting between yours as you’re pulled to face him.

“Not the sauce. Where are they?”

You bite your lip, letting the smirk show, the angelic facade falling as quickly as your dress would have done—if he had shown up. “Pocket.”

“Give them to me.”

Frowning, you trace your teeth with your tongue. Slowly shaking your head, smirk broadening, telling him enough without as much as speaking.

He grits his jaw, staring at you, not even caring for how brazen he’s being with letting his eyes roll over you. How they take you in, undressing you, reminding your muscles and bones how he feels when he’s against you.

It takes all of you not to brush the strands of hair that have fallen over his forehead. But if you do, he’ll kiss your pulse. He’ll coax you in, make you forget that he had you waiting for an hour.

You didn’t come here because you want to forgive him, you want him to repent. Want him on his knees, hands on the back of your thighs whispering prayers into the space between your thighs.

He must know. Must be able to tell. His eyes shifting, lips curling.

“I’m a fucking idiot.”

Leaning closer, your eyes flick to his lips. His perfect, parting lips. “Oh, I know." Your fingers press against them, pushing his head back gently. "Eat ya damn food, Peña.”

He drops his chin, staring up at you through his lashes, whispering, “There's something else I’d rather eat.”

You hum, smiling sweetly. “Oh, Javi, I know. But, that was dessert and you didn’t bother fucking showing up for the main. So.”

He eyes you, prodding his tongue into his cheek. "Alright, cariño."

Smirking, your eyes fall to his lap, noticing the prominent bulge, the one you'd caused as you, moved closer to his ear, lips ghosting over his skin. "Let this be a lesson to not stand me up again, Javi."

He tenses from head to toe, watching you as you lean forward to grab your tray. "You're a horrible woman."

Licking the sauce from your finger, you smile. "Oh, I know, querido."

[dustbon]

It's been a few days since the party got to know K'ité. The prince decided to let them live and dig holes around, but he doesn't trust them enough to lead them to a temple.

He hangs out the most with Milo (of coURSE), and it's been really cool because he gets to learn more about his culture. Uh, on the other hand, the military guys are having a bad time.

Oh, and our boss died. Not gonna lie, he won't be missed.

[harryzroze]

i think he gets it, wade

[bizarrescribblez]

waiter waiterr more sleepy cuddly frankbun waiter!!!

AUGHGHH THIS MASTERPIECE WAS DRAWN BY MY BEST FRIEND BFF @/z0mbugs AND JUST… IM. BLOWN AWAY SPONGEBOB SOARING TO THE SKY EXPLODING GIF… tysm bugggg you’re too kind to me always.. 🥲🥲💓💓💓

[nfasth]

Interlude.

[city-tickles]

“You gotta watch out for this one. He’s a squirmer”

[simpingforcys]

suddenly my panties are very suddenly wet

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