#day 2: pet play

[medusapelagia]

Harringrove Kinktober - day 2 Pet Play [NSFW]

@harringrovekinktober

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove WT: pet play, blow job, anal plug, collar, leash, hand feeding, porn without plot WC: 1347

"Come here and bring them to me," Steve says, sitting on the bed.

Billy stiffens, glaring at him.

"Come on. You know that I don't like to wait."

Billy doesn't move, testing Steve.

"Ok, so it's one of those days, uh?" he asks and then he repeats slowly "Bring them to me. Now."

Billy turns with calm, getting closer to the entrance door where the collar and the leash are. Steve likes to have it there where everyone can see them and explains to curious kids like Dustin that he always wanted a pet.

And now he has a pet.

A sturdy pet called Billy, who looks like a very big husky.

Billy goes back to the room, holding the leash and the collar so tight that his hand hurts.

"Bring them to me."

Billy takes a step, but Steve stops him with a tsk.

"Not like that. You know how."

"Steve..."

"Ah ah, no talking. Bring. Them. To. Me."

Billy is a fighter. He always was and he is not going to take orders from a preppy rich kid.

"Billy." Steve calls again, and this time there is no doubt, his tone is a warning.

They stare at each other: Steve sits comfortably on the bed, his legs spread, while Billy stays rigidly at the door. Everything inside him is screaming to fight or to flight. The adrenaline is pumping. The vein in his forehead is throbbing.

Steve doesn't move.

Billy searches for a sign of rage, a flicker in his eye, but finds nothing.

"It's me." he tells him calmly, then stretches out his hand "Come here and bring them to me."

It's submission.

There aren't any other words to explain that.

Billy has to surrender.

He will feel better later, he knows that, but he is struggling. Giving up the fight that is flowing through his veins is hard.

"Here." Steve says again, gesturing to the space between his legs.

Billy will be safe there, Steve will take care of him, he knows that.

He let himself fall to the ground with a loud thud.

Steve doesn't seem happy about that, but he doesn't comment.

"Come here." he calls again and finally Billy's internal struggle stops, while he is on his hands and knees crawling toward Steve.

"Good boy." Steve praises him when he reaches his legs with the leash and the collar in his mouth.

"I know it was a hard day, puppy. But your master is going to make everything better." he tells him, brushing his hair away from his face.

"I'm going to put the collar around your neck, ok?" he asks him, but it is not really a question. Steve knows that Billy needs the collar to feel grounded.

Billy stiffens, feeling the leather around his neck and then Steve ties the leash.

It's not too tight but is still a constriction.

"Good boy." Steve praises him again "Why don't you sit between my legs for a little bit?" he proposes, and Billy goes willingly, resting his head on Steve's tight.

"I know that the general rule is that you can't talk while you are in your pet space, but if you want to talk I'll listen." he whispers to him, while he keeps petting him like a dog.

Billy shakes his head, he doesn't want to think about work, his father, or the monsters that are still chasing him. He wants to be held and be protected and he knows that Steve will protect him from everyone, even from himself.

He gets floaty without even noticing it while nuzzling at Steve's groin, and when he comes back to himself Steve is still petting him and telling him something silly that happened at work.

"Are you back with me?"

Billy nods.

"Good. Are you ready to have supper? You can watch the game while I cook." Steve proposes but Billy shakes his head, nuzzling at Steve's erection.

"You don't have to do it, you know that, right? I can take care of it on my own."

But Billy shakes his head again and rubs against the bulge of Steve's pants with his cheek.

"Do you want to make your master feel good, puppy?"

He nods, eagerly, trying to lap at Steve's pants.

"Stay put, puppy!" he commands him, and Billy sits on his knees, while Steve opens his zip finally freeing his aching dick.

Steve is not wearing underwear. What a nice surprise.

Billy laps at the head of his dick, letting his spit mix with Steve's precum.

"Slowly. You had a hard day." Steve warns him, tugging his leash with one hand, and Billy whines.

"Slowly, pup. I don't want you to choke on my dick, ok?"

He nods and when Steve releases the hold on the leash he starts to lick his shaft, slowly, enjoying Steve's little jolts when he gets to a sensitive point.

"You are so good with your mouth Billy, you are making your master feel so good." he praises him.

Billy kisses the head of his dick and then he keeps kissing it gently until Steve doesn't permit him to take it all in his mouth.

The familiar weight of Steve's cock inside his mouth is so comfortable that it makes him whine while he keeps sucking him off.

"Slowly... Don't you want to enjoy it a bit longer? You are going to make me cum if you keep using your mouth like that."

But Billy is ravenous, he needs to make Steve cum, so he keeps licking, and sucking until he feels ready to deepthroat him, tightening his cheeks while sucking hard until he feels Steve's release spurt directly in his throat.

"You have a devilish mouth, pet." Steve gasps, trying to regain his breath after coming so hard.

Billy licks him clean, remaining on his knees between Steve's legs.

Steve ruffles his hair "Let's go have dinner, ok? Then I'll give you a bath and maybe I'll even give you a treat. It was supposed to be a surprise but you were so good today that I think you deserve it."

Billy follows him to the kitchen, always on all fours and with the leash, and then goes sitting next to Steve's chair, where Steve has already put Billy's pillow.

Steve feeds him bite after bite with his bare hands, and Billy licks and playfully bites his fingers during the entire dinner.

"Wait for me next to the couch." Steve orders, and when he comes back he has a black box in his hands.

"Do you want to open your surprise?" Steve asks him and Billy's eyes sparkle with curiosity as he opens the black box revealing a pair of dog ears and a tail buttplug.

"Do you want to wear them?"

Billy nods eagerly and Steve puts the little ears on his head and then gestures to him to lie on his lap. He takes some lube and gently opens Billy's hole, paying attention not to brush on his prostate.

Billy complains loudly, but Steve’s touch is almost clinical.

When he decides that Billy is ready, he gently pushes the plug inside.

It feels good. Billy feels full but not overstimulated. 

"Do you like it?"

He nods, still in Steve's lap.

"You can stay on my lap or you can sit on the floor. What do you prefer?"

Billy gets more comfortable on Steve's lap while he starts to watch the game.

His head feels nicely cloudy and he doesn't even notice that the game is over until Steve gently shakes him.

"Better?" he asks, ruffling his hair.

"Bad day."

"I noticed."

"I'm sorry..."

"There is nothing to be sorry about. Now I'll take the plug out, I'll give you a nice bath, and if you want, only if you want, tomorrow we will talk about what happened. How does it sound?"

It sounds so good, and when they are finally in bed Billy gets closer to Steve, whispering in his ear "Thank you for taking care of me."

"Always." he whispers back in the dim light of their night lamp.

[kr-210-r2700-prime]

despite minor setbacks (being out for 10 or so hours) we are back to your regularly scheduled programming

[cutiesigh]

「Demo WIP」 Can y'all watch my plant real quick? 🍈

[harbingersglory]

Hello, could I have transfem Signora x fem!reader smut? Any scenario is fine, just need dom Signora railing me 😩

{☆} characters la signora {☆} notes drabble, fem reader, sub reader, dom la signora, transfem la signora {☆} warnings 18+ content, restraints, temperature play, face fucking, degradation, pet play

There's a moment of silence that lingers for far too long, the cold nipping at your exposed skin until you feel shivers wrack your body. You squirm instinctively, seeking out the fading warmth of the thick furs laid out beneath you, yet finding nothing but the cold that chills you to your bones. You can't even see, your eyes covered by black fabric, silk tying your arms together behind your back.

It's almost torturous waiting like this. Your knees sink further into the fur as you lean your weight forward slightly, exhaling a shaky breath. You begin to wonder if Signora left you there– maybe you'd annoyed her earlier and she was punishing you. You hoped not. She wasn't known for being lenient when it came to punishments.

But the brush of her fingers along your jawline squashed that fear, your breath hitching as her thumb glided over your throat, the heat of her skin making you shudder. The contrast of the cold room, of your freezing body, to the unnatural heat that simmers beneath her skin is immense– your knees would have definitely buckled if you hadn't been kneeling already.

"Did you think I'd left you here all alone? You're shaking like a dog." The soft, biting lilt was nothing more than a murmur, but for you it was impossible not to hear the pleased tone beneath the roughness of her voice. Your heart leaps into your throat when her fingers trace back up along your jawline, lifting your head and tilting it back just enough to be uncomfortable.

You open your mouth to speak, but your words are silenced by her thumb slipping past your lips instead– you don't fight back, even though the sudden intrusion catches you off guard enough you almost bite her finger instead. You almost consider doing it anyway, but she's so rarely in a good mood it feels rude to spoil it.

"Pets don't speak until they're told," She chides, pressing down on your tongue slightly and laughing at the way you almost choke in surprise. "And I don't remember giving you permission."

You can only manage a garbled whine in response, your face burning in embarrassment��� but it's quickly silenced by the click of her tongue and the creak of the old chair you know sits by the fireplace, her thumb sliding out between your lips to drag you closer. Close enough to feel the rush of heat across your skin as your cheek is pressed against her thigh, her hands resting on the back of your head. You can't see it, but you sure can imagine the smug smile that must be tugging at her lips right about now.

"Let's see about fixing your little disobedient streak, darling." She murmurs, digging her nails into your scalp and tugging you even closer, the furs beneath you doing little to prevent the ache in your knees from kneeling. But you don't complain– you know what she wants, and you want it too. "Open."

Like the dog she seems so fond of treating you as, you listen– you're not as surprised this time when her fingers fill your mouth, forcing it open even further until you can feel the saliva collecting and dribbling down your chin. She doesn't seem to mind, even laughing at how pitiful you probably look, drooling all over her fingers.

But Signora is a hard woman to satisfy, and this will hardly do anything other then work her up enough to really break you in. You can just barely hear the rustle of fabric over your heartbeat, gloved hands tugging you closer and forcing you to press right up against the edge of the chair. It's almost uncomfortable, the way the chair presses against your chest, but she always has you teetering on that fine edge.

"Perhaps you can be trained after all." Signora's voice is like a balm, the heat of her body driving away the cold and urging you impossibly closer, until you feel her hand guide you down just as her fingers slip out of your mouth again– right up until you feel her cock against your cheek. "Show me that you can be obedient, mutt, and maybe I'll let you sit on my lap."

You know she's just dangling a treat just out of reach, but you can't help but reach for it anyway.

Your tongue drags across the underside of her cock, so slow you can hear the hiss that rattles in her chest halfway between pleasure and impatience. You take your time anyway, lingering until you reach the tip and press a kiss against it. You almost wish you could see her face, but she's never been fond of expressing anything outwardly when you can see it– just the idea of her brows furrowed, of her face flush and her lip caught between her teeth..it's enough.

It's not hard to imagine it anyway when the heat grows hotter, nearly turning the room into an oven before she catches herself. You aren't stupid enough to mention it, but your smile must be enough, because a low growl makes you shiver– so you drag your tongue from the base to the tip again, revel in the way it throbs beneath your tongue. For a moment you almost have something like control, your saliva dripping down her aching cock as you lap at it like a mutt.

But you're both growing impatient– the sharp click of her nails against the chairs arms makes you shudder, urging you to lift yourself up just enough to wrap your lips around the head with a muffled groan. You consider dragging it out just a moment longer, just to see if you can get her to whine, but she knows you better then you do– before you can even blink, her hand shoves you down. You, predictably, gag. Your throat burns from the stretch, but it's not unpleasant, eased by the pleasured hiss that tumbles from her lips. Signora at least has the mercy to let you get used to it for a moment before she drags you back up, the emptiness in your throat making you whine before she's shoving her cock back down your throat. Your eyes sting with unshed tears, your own sounds of pleasure muffled and garbled as she does it again– and again.

"Finally quiet, mutt?" She laughs, but it's strained– her voice quivers slightly as she fucks your throat like your nothing but a toy to her, drool dribbling down your chin and tears staining the blindfold. "If I knew it was this easy to shut you up, I'd have done it a long time ago."

You so badly want to do something, but with your hands tied behind your back and her fucking your face so rough, so fast, you can barely even think..there's not much you can do but let her, your cunt clenching around nothing. You really hope she wasn't lying about that reward, for once. You're practically dripping on her floor while she uses you, just barely able to squeeze your thighs together for a fraction of friction.

It only serves to make you more desperate, though.

"Fuck– or maybe you're too stupid to know better. You'd just let any pretty woman with a cock use you," Her breathing was getting heavier, more strained, but her grip on your hair didn't relent. Neither did the harsh thrust of her hips, her cock constantly hammering into your throat until you felt dizzy. "You're lucky I'm even willing to train a mutt like you."

Your mind starts to feel fuzzy, the words blending together until she digs her nails into your scalp and forces you down again– and keeps you there. You nearly gag again when you feel her shudder, her cock throbbing in your mouth as her cum spills down your throat, your hands straining against the silk binding them together. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, nostrils flaring and your body tensing– you don't even realize you'd briefly lost consciousness until your find yourself on her lap, rather then on your knees, her hands brushing the strands of hair stuck to your face with sweat out of your eyes.

It's the most gentle she's been all night– and likely as gently as she will be tonight. You lean into her touch anyway, groaning softly and shuddering at the taste of her on your tongue mixed with her cock throbbing against your thigh.

"I'm not done yet, darling. Did you think I'd let you get away with a little light training?" She laughs, cupping your jaw and pressing a kiss that's far too gentle to your cheek, the warmth of her body almost suffocating– but you welcome it, like you always do.

So you nod, smiling drowsily and spreading your legs like a good pet should.

[pallases]

IM FREEEEEE

[virginyathevamp]

pt. 2! 🐱🐶

monster Wilksyn / aasimar Demetriou / hopper Tasou

[snailfen]

so my little sister's school had a raffle fundraiser last night, and my little sister didnt win so she came home crying; something i completely understand cus the exact same thing happened to me whenever my school held raffles. EXCEPT there was one time i won a raffle! me and my sisters had 10 dollars worth of raffle tickets and we put all of them into one thing: a pack of three webkinz. and we got em! i think we still have two of the three to this day.

but anyways my mom took me to the thrift store today, and i wandered around the houseware/toys section and found three webkinz all at once! we ended up buying them for my little sister since she didnt win, and i explained to her how me and my sisters used to play with them all the time, and my other younger sister brought her old ones out and they played for some time and i just sat downstairs (cus i was busy) like this as i heard them playing whole time

[ghostlycoyote0]

I should make a Ranger who aesthetically matches their pets. Like a Pokémon trainer known for one specific Pokémon

[st0neddew-valley]

feeling chaotic and started a joja run farm

[fingertipsmp3]

I’m always so fascinated by people’s bad roommate stories. I’m not sure I’ll ever live with someone I haven’t vetted extensively beforehand ever again

[queerlyloud]

Just to be clear, I am greyro and I understand that what is between ART and Murderbot is queerplatonic, I am not sexualizing or romanticizing their relationship, but I just read Network Effect, and THESE ROBOTS ARE LIFE PARTNERS, YOU CAN FIGHT ME

[golden-girl-daisy]

It’s her last full day today. 💔

[mbat]

i fr need some sort of (probably queer) friend into world of warcraft so that the person i directly talk to about it isnt my brother. cause on my life his opinions suck and his gameplay kills me a little inside

[yoohyeon]

I’m seriously not made to be alone, it’s only been a day and I’m like this

[rivilu]

Another negative side effect of this release is that filtering d///a//i content out of my feed has become impossible again

[vampirefreakzdotcom]

god i feel so bad for my cats