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ink-n-shadow · 1 month ago

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*keysmash* ABO pack!141 is chef's kiss amazing! I especially love how you made Johnny the Omega. Maybe reader is the good girl Omega to counteract Johnny's brattiness? (I would love you forever if you wrote that pretty pretty please)

don't mind me, just leaving another slightly self-indulgent a/b/o smut

BAD DOG

𝜗𝜚 the one where omega!johnny's been bad

𝜗𝜚 pairing: pack!141 x reader 𝜗𝜚 cw: smut (minors—DNI), brat!johnny, punishments, fingering (reader!receiving), oral (reader!receiving), johnny referred to as a dog, leash/collar use, you're being rewarded

johnny (just like reader) has his good days and bad days. some days he’s the sweetest and most patient boy, like sometimes simon doesn’t even have to breathe a word for johnny to do what he’s told—simon just gives him a slight quirk of the brow, and johnny’s scrambling to be at his side. these are the days johnny’s rewarded handsomely, bundled up against simon’s side or nuzzled in price’s lap and practically melting at the feeling of blunt nails scratching at his scalp and the gruff sounds of praise dripping from one of his alphas lips. sometimes when he’s been this good, he gets to either fill you up without consequence or play with you to his heart’s content.

but these good days (at least for johnny) are usually few and far between because lets face it: johnny’s a masochistic brat, especially when he’s in heat. he acts like a feral mutt whenever the muzzle comes out, but the second it’s as secured around his mouth as the cage around his cock is, he’s sitting pretty and trying not to drool at the way his sensitive tip presses against the metal with each throb of his cock. he secretly loves how quickly his brain shuts off, eyes growing heavy and tongue lapping at his chapped lips with every heavy pant of breath.

the only punishment johnny doesn’t like is when he’s slotted between simon’s thigh, tethered to the alpha’s large hand with a chain leash and collar and forced to face forward towards one of the beds in your shared bedrooms. price has you splayed out with your back against his chest, your thighs wrenched apart by his own and his hand stuffing three fingers inside of your slick hole. there’s a creamy froth surrounding where your arousal ended and price’s fingers began, the only evidence of johnny’s misdeed. with each twist and roll of price’s fingers deeper and deeper inside of you, a silky mixture of your slick and johnny’s cum drips from between your thighs, and if it wasn’t for kyle’s tongue lapping earnestly at both your slick skin and price’s drenched fingers, the sheets beneath you would be more ruined than they currently are.

johnny hates having to sit there and watch, held in place by the leash and simon’s heated gaze on the back of his neck. he can’t help himself sometimes and tries to inch himself closer to the footboard, only for simon to pull harder on the leash and send him fumbling backwards into the alpha’s lap.

“the fuck you think you’re doin’, mutt? been a bad dog today, ‘member? bad dogs don’t get treats, so sit,” and the gravel to simon’s words have johnny sitting up straighter, keeping his sniveling to a minimum as he watches you fall apart around price’s fingers and against kyle’s tongue.

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pali-writes-atiny-bit · 13 days ago

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Going Dumb

Pairing: mean Dom!Seungmin x brat puppy!reader (assumed AFAB)

Summary: What happens when you agree to give your boyfriend Seungmin control of your orgasm for the week and then go back on your word.

WC: 2.5k

Genre: smut

Content Warning: heavy themes of BDSM and pet play, orgasm control/denial, edging, remote controlled vibrator, collar/leash, pet names (hers: good girl, beautiful girl, Pup, Puppy; his: Minnie, Min, Master), spanking, anal play, squirting, brief mentions of aftercare (please keep in mind that extensive aftercare is very important in scenes like these), degradation

Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society @neverendingdreams-net

A/N: a few months ago @skzdust and I were obsessed with short hair Seungmin. I listened to Going Dumb ft Stray Kids and it's like...totally a sex song. I just had to write something featuring Seungmin.

Please check out their fic here!

You went through all the trouble of breaking the rules, and you still didn't even get to cum without your Master.”

You bite back a moan and let your knees fall together, squeezing your thighs together. Despite your efforts, a whimper escapes you as when you feel the slick that is beginning to coat them. Your walls rapidly clench and unclench around the intruding vibrator pulsing against your g-spot. The vibrator suddenly ramps up to the highest setting and you squeal. Pleasure coils tight low in your belly. Your hands desperately clutch fistfuls of your skirt and your thighs tense and quiver with the strain of fighting off your impending orgasm.

When the vibrations suddenly stop, you sag into the pillows behind you, letting out a huff that's simultaneously a sigh of relief and a petulant whine at yet another stolen orgasm. You pant heavily.

“That's it. That's my good girl, my beautiful girl,” Seungmin coos at you from the laptop in front of you.

“Please, Minnie,” you plead - for relief or release you do not know.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he tuts, smirking through the screen. “That's not what you should be calling me, Puppy.”

“I'm sorry, Master, please,” you say, eyes lowering.

He ponders, “I don't think so,” you pout but he continues. “Hold on until tomorrow, and I'll reward you. I need to go now, Pup. Be good. I love you.”

You respond in kind before ending the call and shutting the laptop. You flop backwards in the pillows, closing your eyes and letting the last dregs of arousal fade from your body.

You and Seungmin have been dating for a few years now. About a year ago you had started introducing elements of BDSM into your relationship to spice up the bedroom (not that your sex life really needed the help). While neither of you were necessarily into the 24/7 total power exchange, you enjoyed submitting to Seungmin now and again as much as he enjoyed dominating you.

Currently, he is gone for the week, traveling for schedules. Before he left, he had gifted you this vibrator which could be controlled from a long distance when synced over the wifi. He challenged you to give him control over all of your orgasms - he decided when, where, and how many you would get.

The first night, you both tested the waters. When he video called you and asked you to put the vibrator in, you were quick to comply. He cycled through the different vibration patterns and strength, watching your reactions carefully. Even through a camera lens he could read every single tell her body had; the way her lips curled, her eyelids fluttered, or muscles twitched. Taking his time, he gently edged you to two powerful orgasms - giving in easily when you begged him for release.

The second night, he sent you into overstimulation with 5 orgasms in quick succession. Through each of them, he kept the vibrator steadily thrumming on the lowest setting, never letting you come down completely. You were so sensitive after the third time you came that you couldn't even be certain your fourth and fifth climaxes were separate. You had begged him to turn the vibrator off. When you ended the call that night you were a shuddering puddle.

Each night since he has edged you ruthlessly, bringing you to the summit of your pleasure but denying your release. Sometimes he only brings you to the precipice once, like tonight. Other times, he has brought you to the edge two or three times. Tonight was the fourth night in a row of being denied and your body is wound so tightly.

You want so badly to relieve yourself but you refrain. Seungmin returns tomorrow. Surely he'll reward your obedience.

The next day, you come home from work in a terrible mood. The cafe you work at was short staffed through the entire lunch rush, a customer spilled hot coffee all over your uniform, and somehow your till came up almost $20 short. This isn't the first time money has been found missing, from your till specifically. You suspect one of your coworkers is stealing, but you have no definitive proof so you have been unable to pinpoint the person responsible. You let out a heavy sigh and run a hand through your hair. You know the money will come out of your next paycheck.

You don't need the money per say - Seungmin has been adamant that you should allow him to take care of all of the bills. You both know he makes more than enough to keep you both comfortable. It's just the principle of it. You don't want to have to rely on him to take care of you. Even if it is irrational, it makes you feel like you are taking advantage of his status as an idol.

You wish it didn't, but the whole situation stresses you out. Your racing thoughts begin jumbling in your brain and suddenly your uniform feels too tight. All of your focus shifts to your skin and the way it seems to prickle and itch. You pull uncomfortably at the fabric but you find no relief. Finally, you decide to just strip off the clothing and take a shower to rinse the day - and the coffee - away.

Even after the shower you still don't feel relaxed. You're just stressed. Tense. Wound tight like a watch spring.

You know exactly what would help release the tension and make you feel better. The past four nights of edging have definitely taken a toll on you. It’s been years since you went this long without an orgasm. Before you and Seungmin started dating you often masturbated to help relieve your stress. And since then you haven't had to worry about taking care of those needs yourself. Seungmin's sex drive is as high, if not higher than your own.

Stepping out of the shower, you take a look at the clock on your nightstand. It's just after 3 in the afternoon. You're not expecting Seungmin back until around 7. You bite your lip as you think - 4 hours would be plenty of time for you to take your time rubbing one out and disposing of the evidence. On the other hand, Seungming would surely punish you if he found out you gave yourself an orgasm after agreeing to hand over control to him. Still, after pondering for a few minutes you decide that you could risk chasing your release and Seungmin would be none the wiser.

You drop the towel you had wrapped around yourself, grab your favorite vibrator, and climb onto the bed. You arrange the pillows against the headboard in the center of the mattress and lean back against them. In this position you’re not quite sitting up, not quite laying down. Taking a minute to just breathe and tune into your body, you rest your feet flat on the bed before letting your knees fall open.

You set the vibrator on the bed next to you and begin caressing yourself. Starting from your thighs, you slowly drag your palms up. Feeling first the soft flesh of your hips, then your belly, and finally your breasts. You let your fingertips ghost over your nipples before repeating the sequence of motions.

By your third pass, your nipples are stiff peaks and you're beginning to feel the familiar tingling between your legs. You reach for your trusty vibrator. You switch it onto the lowest setting and a quiet hum fills the room.

With one hand you play with your breast, alternating between softly squeezing the mound and teasing the nipple with your fingers. You softly pinch the nub between your thumb and forefinger - sometimes rolling it between your fingers and other times tugging it gently. The actions send soft jolts of pleasure through your body to your pussy which begins to moisten.

Continuing to play with your breast, you begin teasing your pussy with the tip of the vibrator. Tracing first the contours of your outer lips before dragging it up through your inner lips and just barely grazing the hood of your clit. You repeat the actions, slowly working your body up until your clit protrudes from its hood and slick begins to trickle from your entrance.

You turn the vibrator up and when you touch it directly to your clit you can't help the moan that escapes you. You continue to play with yourself. You alternate between dipping the vibrator into your dripping cunt to lubricate it and circling it around your clit.

You turn the vibrator up to the highest setting and throw your other arm over your eyes. When you touch it to your clit again your whole body tenses as pleasure surges through your body. You're too engrossed in the buzzing of the vibrator and your own moans to hear the front door unlock.

Just before you're about to cum, you hear a low voice at the bedroom door, “Oh someone's been a very naughty Puppy.”

Startled, your eyes fly open and you let out a scream. Seungmin stands in the doorway - it seems he came home early and caught you red handed.

You know there is no way you can possibly talk your way out of this so when he drops his bag and points at his feet, you're quick to obey. You scramble off the bed and kneel at his feet. You sit back on your heels, spreading your legs a little wider than shoulder width, and place your hands on your thighs, palms down. You sit with your back straight but your eyes down cast.

Seungmin places a hand on your head affectionately, but you dare not look at him when he speaks. “It looks like my beautiful pet has been disobedient in my absence. I think you need to be punished.”

You watch his feet disappear from your view. You hear him fetch something from the closet before he takes a seat on the edge of the bed. “Be a good Pup and fetch your collar, would you?” He asks.

“Yes, Master,” you reply easily. You move to stand up, but are quickly stopped with a click of his tongue. “Good pups don't walk on two legs, do they? Crawl.”

You crawl to the night stand where your collar and leash are kept. You retrieve the items, hesitating only a moment before putting them in your mouth and crawling back to Seungmin.

When you arrive, he takes the collar and sets the leash to the side. He fastens the collar around your neck, sliding two fingers under the leather to ensure it's not too tight before patting his lap. You stand up and lay yourself over his lap.

“Be honest Pup, did you cum?” he asks?

“No, Master,” you whimper and he hums with derision.

“You went through all the trouble of breaking the rules, and you still didn't even get to cum without your Master,” he rubs a hand over your ass.

“While you technically didn't cum, you still tried to steal an orgasm from me even after giving me control of them. That doesn't seem very fair, does it, Pup?” He accentuates the question with a sharp swat.

You whimper and whisper, “No Master, it wasn't fair.”

“Very well,” he says, “let's start with 10 spanks. I want you to count.” He traps your legs between his own and clips the leash to the collar. He wraps the leash around one hand and uses it as leverage to keep your body flush to his legs. With his other hand he begins delivering the spanks.

You dutifully count and by the time 10 is reached, tears are leaking from your eyes, and your ass is a rosy pink that radiates heat. However, there is an undeniable heat pulsing between your legs too.

Seungmin gently teases a few fingers through your folds. “You're soaked, Pup. I think you liked your punishment.” You don't respond, verbally, but you push your hips back into his hand, chasing his touch.

“My good girl,” he praises, “you did so well. Get up on the bed, I have another present for you.”

Doing as you were told, you climb onto the bed and present yourself on your hands and knees. There's a brief pause before he moves behind you. You hear the click of a bottle cap before you feel the cold sensation of lube being drizzled over your anus. You jolt a little at the temperature but he is quick to soothe you.

This is far from the first time the two of you have experimented with anal toys, but he still takes his time opening you up. First with one finger; then two as he scissors them apart. When he's satisfied you're stretched enough, you feel the familiar pressure of a plug being pressed against your opening. You slowly exhale and push out slightly, allowing the plug to slide in easier.

When it’s fully seated, you clench around it. It feels different. Heavier. You move your hips experimentally and feel it move with you. “You got me a tail, Master?”

“Sure did, Pup, and you look so good with it. You look exactly like a bitch in heat, presenting your glistening folds to me.”

You moan sinfully and arch your back more. “Please Master, fuck me! Breed me!” you plead.

Seungmin wastes no more time. You hear the clink of his belt and the swish of fabric before you feel the bed dip behind you. He sheaths himself into your warm, wet heat with a single thrust and your mouth opens in a silent scream.

“Fuck, Pup,” he grunts. “You're so warm and tight.”

He pulls back almost all the way and thrusts back in. It feels like there's a tangled knot of pleasure deep inside your walls from all your denied orgasms. The way he drives his cock into that knot with every single thrust has you seeing stars. Pleasure quickly overrides your senses. Every thought bleeding from your mind except for one. Need to cum!

“Is Puppy going dumb on Master's cock?” He teases. “Does dumb Puppy need to cum?”

His words shake something loose in your brain. “Yes- yes- yes! Please!” You chant with every thrust of his cock. “Please, Min! Please M-m-master!”

With one hand digging into your hip, he wraps the leash around the other and tugs backward just enough to pull your head up, restricting your breathing slightly. As you grow lightheaded you hear him say “cum” and you let go, a feeling of euphoria washing over you.

Your vision whites out and all you can hear is the roaring of the blood rushing through your head. It feels like all your muscles contract along with your vaginal muscles. Your pussy clamps down on Seungmin’s dick like a vice, milking every drop of his cum. A combination of his release and your own spurts out around his cock with the force of your climax.

You feel like you're floating and your arms give out beneath you. Before you can fall face first into the bed, Seungmin catches you. He gently pulls out and maneuvers you both so he's laying down with you on his chest. He gently rubs his hand up and down your back, whispering sweet nothings like “good pup, beautiful, good girl.”

It's several minutes until your wits and motor function return for the both of you to clean up.

Seungmin runs you a bath and then changes the sheets. As you soak in the bath you wonder - was that really punishment, or was it perhaps reward?

#mirohsaurorasociety #neverendingdreams #stray kids fanfic #stray kids ff #stray kids smut #kim seungmin smut #kim seungmin x reader #pali-writes-atiny-bit

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too-much-tma-stuff · 6 months ago

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Love Me, Control Me (18+)

Pairing: Jason Todd/Danny Fenton

This is an NSFW aside to my Hyena!Danny AU part 1 of which can be found Here

This one shot contains: BDSM, restraints, choking, blindfolds, and various sex acts. This has also been posted on AO3 Here if you prefer that

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Jason knew that his job was important, and he enjoyed it, less in the things he Had to do, but the results were so rewarding. He saw them in everyone around him, how much happier and safer they all were. He wasn't changing the law, he wasn't eliminating crime, but he was making a Real difference in Real people's lives. It was good, and it was meaningful, but it meant getting his hands Very dirty. Sometimes he enjoyed that too, he felt a great deal of satisfaction in putting a monster out of everyone else's misery, but sometimes it wasn't like that.

Sometimes he didn't get there in time. Sometimes he found out that some of the dealers were still cutting their supply with dangerous additives Right under his nose and he had to purge. He had to put everyone else's worries at ease, patch the whole in the supply for the people who Needed the drugs, and deal with the outrage about his rules again. He had made them clear and they were reasonable but there were always going to be those greedy SOBs who had the misplaced confidence to believe rules didn't apply to them.

All that to say it had been a very long day and he'd ended up staying late in his office. Who knew criminal organizations still had paperwork. Not legal stuff of course but he needed to keep track of everything and make sure the people who needed to know what was going on did.

Danny had brought him dinner and they had eaten Chinese takeout in his office but then Danny had gone home. Jason didn't blame him, he usually stayed until Jason left for the day as well but Jason couldn't Always expect Danny to stay. A part of him really hoped that Danny had plans, he really didn't seem to have any friends or bonds with anyone besides Jason, he should have other friends.

Jason practically dragged himself out of the office about an hour after Danny did, he was exhausted and disheartened, but he had done what needed to be done.

He went back to one of his nicer safe houses he'd started to consider home and let himself in through the window with a sigh, disabling his traps and taking off his helmet, running his hands back through his flattened hair. He froze when he heard a noise from his bedroom, his eyes scanning his apartment for any signs of disturbance... there weren't any, and all his traps were still engaged. That was a very good sign it was Danny waiting for him in his room, he hadn't quite figured out How Danny got in, and at this point Jason suspected Danny was refusing to tell him because he thought it was funny.

Jason was cautious as he approached his room, just because he was pretty sure it was Danny was no reason to let his guard down after all, that would just be foolish. He nudged the door open with his foot and his jaw dropped when he saw Danny stretched out on his bed dressed in, to be frankly honest, almost nothing. He was wearing a pair of lace panties, and a green and black corset that cinched his already slim waist in even more. But the absolute pièce de résistance was the black collar buckled around Danny's neck and the leash currently wrapped casually around Danny's own wrist to keep it out of the way.

He noticed Danny was watching him with half lidded eyes and a slight smirk and closed his mouth with a slight click, swallowing dryly. Danny sat up gracefully, crossing one long leg over the other and smiling at Jason. "Welcome home Boss," Danny purred invitingly. "You had a very long day didn't you,let me help you unwind." He held the leash out to Jason in an open palm, offering it to him, along with all the control and dominance that it implied.

Jason stepped forward and took the leash from Danny's hand, wrapping it around his wrist and used it to pull Danny up to his feet. He followed gracefully without hesitation and pressed against Jason as he pulled Danny's head back and kissed him, deep and slow. The hand not holding the leash finding it's way to Danny's ass as he started to purr, pressing him even closer, Danny let out a soft moan as he pressed their hips together.

"You're so good to me Cub," Jason murmured as he sat down on the edge of the bed, yanking Danny down to his knees in front of him.

"Of course," Danny said, resting his hands on Jason's thighs and nuzzling against his crotch, blue eyes fixed on him from under dark lashes. "How do you want me tonight?"

Jason grinned and pulled the cuffs from his belt, he was still in his costume after all, including the utility belt. He spun them around one finger and Danny's gaze was drawn by the motion and he ginned as well. "In front or behind?" He asked without hesitation.

"Behind," Jason requested. Danny nodded and stood, turning his back to Jason and held his hands behind them for Jason to put the cuffs on him, trapping them behind his back, though Jason was completely sure if Danny needed to he could get out of them, he'd done it before.

With his wrists cuffed Danny turned back towards Jason, letting out a startled yip as he was yanked back to his knees, unable to catch himself he landed hard, letting out a little whimper. When he looked up at Jason Danny's pupils were blown wide with arousal and he nosed along Jason's thigh, nuzzling against his crotch with a needy little whine that went straight to Jason's dick which had been hard since the moment he saw Danny's outfit.

"You want a taste Baby," Jason purred and Danny whined again giving Jason a pleading pout. He talked very little when he was like this. Jason chuckled softly and used the leash to pull Danny back slightly, holding him away as Jason slowly unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped his pants with one hand. Danny's eyes followed his motions intently, straining just slightly against the collar as Jason hooked his thump into his pants and boxers and pushed them down. He let out a relieved breath when his dick sprung free from the confines of his clothes, grinning wolfishly at the way Danny licked his lips, eyeing Jason's cock.

"I love how eager you are~" Jason praised, still holding Danny away, teasing him with what he so clearly wanted. It had taken Jason a little experimentation to figure out that, while Danny was alright with just about any rough treatment, and enjoyed being manhandled and choked, he had no tolerance for being insulted. He liked being praised, complimented, and called pet names and right now with the way Danny was half strangling himself with the collar Jason was sure he was enjoying himself.

"Alright Darling, go ahead," Jason chuckled breathlessly, as if he wasn't Just as eager for this as Danny is not more. He relaxed his grip on the collar and Danny collapsed forward a bit before catching himself, shuffling his position and lifting himself up more on his knees so he could kitten lick along the underside of Jason's dick making him moan. When Danny reached the top he swirled his tongue around the tip of Jason's dick before taking it into his mouth.

He moaned so softly Jason could barely hear it under his own sound of pleasure. He let the head of Jason's dick rest heavy on his tongue for a moment as he breathed through his nose, his eyes closed his brows pinched in an adorable expression of concentration. He started to purr as he slid down, taking Jason deeper into his throat as it started to vibrate around the shaft of Jason's cock.

"Holy shit Babe!" Jason exclaimed breathlessly, tangling one hand into Danny's hair. "I swear you're better then any sex toy!"

Danny laughed and Jason felt his thighs tense and a shiver run down his spine. Danny closed his lips around Jason firmly and started to suck, bobbing his head up and down eagerly, his sharp little fangs scraped ever so slightly sending a little thrill through Jason along with the almost overwhelming pleasure. He didn't try to hold back though, one orgasm wouldn't be enough for him, this was just to take the edge off so he could lavish Danny with the attention he deserved and fuck him slow.

Jason came with a loud moan, arching his back and grabbing the sheets rather then Danny's hair. Danny choked slightly as cum rushed down his throat before he could swallow. Swallowing quickly and pulling back just enough to collect Jason's cum on his tongue.

When Jason was done Danny pulled back, looking up at Jason with mischief in his expression despite his slightly glassy eyes. He opened his mouth and let his tongue loll out, and Jason's breath caught in his throat as he watched his cum drip down from Danny's tongue over his bare chest. Danny closed his mouth and swallowed the last of it before giving Jason a cheeky little smile that drove Jason absolutely Insane!

He yanked Danny up using the leash, hearing him gasp as Jason practically tossed him down on the bed, hungry eyes raking over Danny's body, watching his filthy chest heave as he squirmed. His dick was hard, peaking up above the edge of Danny's panties and he rubbed his thighs together absently, whimpering as he sought some stimulation or relief with his arms pinned under him. Jason leaned over Danny, hands on either side of his head and kissed him deeply, tasting his own seed on Danny's tongue as he kissed back with a happy little sigh.

"How do you feel about a blindfold tonight Moonlight?" Jason asked, caressing Danny's jaw lightly.

"Yes," Danny agreed softly, his voice rough and breathy with arousal.

Jason smiled down at him and kissed him once more before getting up off the bed to pull out their bin of toys. Mostly collected by Danny if Jason is honest, he never had much use for such things before Danny and he doesn't quite have the time or sexual creativity Danny does. While he's up Jason takes the chance to strip off most of his clothes, his armour, belt, shoes, jacket, shirt, and undershirt all left on the floor by the bed though he decides to keep his pants on for now without bothering to button them again. Once he was comfortable Jason popped open the bin and grabbed a black silk blindfold from it, wasting no time in placing it over Danny's eyes, who lifted his head obediently making it easy for Jason to tie it behind his head.

"Such a good boy," Jason murmured, running his thumbs along Danny's cheeks just bellow the blindfold affectionately.

Danny looked sinfully good at the moment, his lips and cheeks were flushed with arousal, his lips slightly swollen and spit slick. His nipples were hard and poking through the fabric of the corset where it was thin, managing to cover the scars Danny was self conscious off while truly hiding nothing. His skin was pale, showing his blush beautifully, his body hair was light, more white then black but the occasional patches of black hair only added more interest to Danny's already captivating loveliness.

Jason hooked his thumbs into Danny's panties and pulled them down slowly, once they were down Danny pressed his legs together, playing at being shy. Bound and blindfolded he looked it, demure and vulnerable, it made Jason want to eat him up~ He grabbed Danny's hips and rolled him over, yanking him up to his knees, startling a muffled yelp out of Danny as his face was forced into the bedding. Jason wrapped the leash around his wrist to free up his hands and grabbed Danny's ass, spreading his cheeks so he had a good view of Danny's hole, pink and twitching as Danny whimpered and tried valiantly not to squirm.

"You're so cute Danny," Jason praised before leaning in and running his tongue over Danny's perineum to his hole, pushing his tongue inside pulling a high little moan from Danny. His hands clenched and relaxed in turns, tugging against the cuffs without intention or feeling as he whimpered. Jason chuckled and lapped at Danny's insides, tongue fucking him without shame as Danny's thighs trembled and his breathing hitched.

Jason didn't stop until Danny's hole was puffy and pink, and slick with Jason's spit. He didn't even give Danny a chance to whine at being left empty before he was pushing two fingers into the smaller man's body making him moan louder. Jason knew Danny was drooling on the sheets as he fucked Danny open with his fingers, scissoring and massaging his insides until he was soft and yielding. It didn't take long, Danny was practised and trusting with no lingering tension to fight against Jason.

"Such a good boy, you take it so well for me," Jason praised breathlessly and Danny gave a happy little trilling noise and a sigh. "You look so beautiful, and you make the sweetest sounds, just for me," Jason murmured, leaning down to press a kiss against Danny's shoulder.

"Just for you, Boss," Danny sighed, vague and spacy. Jason had no doubt there wasn't a thought in that pretty little head right now.

"I know baby, so loyal for me hm?" Jason asked as he pulled his fingers out, gently pushing Danny over, rolling him back onto his back.

"Of course, love you," Danny murmured with a gentle smile on his face, his eyes probably closed behind the blindfold.

Jason's heart throbbed, warm and almost painful in his chest as he leaned down to brush his lips against Danny's without making it truly a kiss. "I love you too," he said like a promise before pulling back and digging through their bin of toys again, pulling out Danny's cockring.

Danny let out a small whine and squirmed a little when it was slid over his shaft and secured around the base. "You want to make me happy don't you Cub? You can't do that is you cum before me," Jason reminded gently and Danny subsided with a sigh. "That's right baby, I've got you," Jason crooned, gripping Danny's waist with his broad, callused hand and encouraging Danny to lift his hips. Danny allowed himself to be directed, lifting his hips obediently with an eager little sound.

"Please, want you," Danny whimpered desperately.

"Be patient Moonlight," Jason crooned, as though he wasn't just as eager to get inside Danny! But he did want to take just a moment to enjoy the view, truly savour how fucking lucky he is to have this man in his life and in his bed. There's no way in hell Jason deserves it, but he'd not going to question it and risk losing the absolute light of his life.

He pushed down his pants enough to free his dick again and grabbed Danny's thighs, pushing his knees up towards his chest as he rutted again Danny's ass. Danny was reduced to little whines and moans, pleading with out a doubt but with a tongue too clumsy to properly form words. Since Danny's tongue was useless anyway Jason slid two fingers into Danny's mouth, toying with his tongue and letting him suck on them to both distract him from, and add too, Jason's teasing.

He thrust in suddenly and Danny gasped, arched and cried out at the intrusion and then the pleasure as Jason sunk deep into Danny's ass, the cry tapering into a long moan once Jason's dick was fully seated inside him. His ass tensed slightly around Jason's member as if trying to pull him in deeper.

"That's right Love, always so hungry for it," Jason chuckled as he pulled out half way and pushed back in making Danny moan again. Jason withdrew his fingers before beginning to fuck Danny properly so he wouldn't accidentally bite.

"You... Too?" Danny asked between gasps.

"Of course pet, I always want you too," Jason promised and was rewarded by the dopiest, most delighted smile on Danny's face.

Jason chuckled and wrapped one hand around Danny's throat, pressing his thumb into Danny's windpipe just enough to make him wheeze. Danny wasn't getting quite as much air as he needed with how roughly he was being fucked, dizzy and lightheaded, and unable to see he couldn't think about anything besides the pleasure his Lover was giving him. Danny lost himself in the trust and of it, pleasure running frantic little laps around his head and up and down his body.

It wasn't long before his dick was a pretty pink above the ring preventing him from cumming and Danny's whines were taking on an almost pained quality of denied release. Jason chuckled breathlessly and did not slow down. "When I cum you will," Jason promised and Danny nodded with a little wheezing gasp, arching into Jason's hand on his throat, grounding and holding him.

Jason held himself back a bit longer, enjoying Danny's obedience and discomfort, before the coil of pleasure in his own gut got to be too much to ignore. He scrabbled to release the cock-ring, his ears ringing with Danny's cry of pleasure as he came, arching up off the bed and clamping down on Jason's dick.

Jason cursed and moaned breathlessly as he came as well, spilling deep inside Danny before they both collapsed to the bed. Overstimulated and still connected, wrapped up in one another as they struggled to catch their breath. Jason lingered there for a while, occasionally stealing small kisses from Danny, until he felt the other man's hands in his hair and realized Danny must have slid out of the cuffs. To confirm Danny leaned over and dropped the cuffs over the edge of the bed with a soft clatter before slipping off the blindfold and wrapping his arms back around Jason.

"Do you feel better Sunshine?" Danny asked softly, his voice still just slightly rough.

"So much better," Jason promised with a little smile, propping himself up to kiss Danny's lips deep and long. "Is that the corset Harley gave you?"

"Yep," Danny confirmed, laughing. "One of them."

"One of them?!" Jason practically squeaked and Danny gave him a sharp and teasing smile.

"I'm sure you'll be seeing the other ones soon~"

#Hyena!Danny #danny fenton #danny phantom #dc x dp #jason todd #dead on main #fanfiction

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 8 months ago

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Happy Birthday, Norton Campbell

Rated Mature | None

To the second hunter and survivor I ever wrote since playing IDV (the first was Morningstar!Ithaqua and High Roller!Orpheus) and had tried to go against during his event (he rocked me a lot), this is for you babe!

Norton Campbell

“You know what they say about Pisces?” You say as lay on top of him wiggling your eyebrows suggestively.

He uncovers his face where he places his arm to look at you. The look of ‘What weird thing did you come up with this time?’ because you are one to say the most outlandish things. He won’t say it but it is often appreciated when his thoughts are not pleasant, “What do they say?” Tired, not of you— Well, he tired because of you and that boundless energy of yours. God, you and Lucky Guy are always ready to go.

“... I don't know.” You forgot or probably had no idea where you were going with that.

“You are lucky I love you or I would have kicked you out.” Covering his face again.

“Out of my own room!? Naked? Wow!” Sitting up causes the sheets to shift and expose your bare chest but the lower half is still covered, “After I gave the best birthday gift too, boo!”

“How do you still have energy?” Mumbling.

“I have to keep up with you, both of you.”

“Agh.” Norton does not want to think about how Fool’s Gold is going to demand a birthday gift too, “Do me a favor and blue ball him.”

“Norton, you won't let me top and you expect me to do denial on him? Hah, no.” Using a modern term for being the dominant one, supposedly. You simplify a lot of your bedroom explanations to him.

“At least, make him work for it.” Moving to lay on his side with his arms wrapped around you.

Fool’s Gold

There is no dressing up for this, he would not appreciate it like his counterpart likes seeing you in lace. Simple lingerie, especially when he can rip it off. No, the hunter likes simply having you on your knees playing your role. He has not forgotten about this, about how it turned him on.

“Bark.” Commanding you. His legs wide open while he sits in the chair made for the hunters.

You are on your knees with your arms up partly as you copy a dog stance while standing, “Arf!” Barking a little too easily, the usual grin on his face widening at the sight of you degrading yourself as his gift. “Woof!” He pulls on the makeshift leash that is his belt.

“Open your mouth for your treat.” His fully formed hand is tugging at your bottom lip, “Tongue out.” Unzipping his pants, unbuttoning it so he has room to pull out that thick reconstructed cock. Pulsing with the purple glow. Tugging you so your breath is hot on his cock. Oh, he likes this sight with his thick nonhuman cock on your tongue weighing heavy.

The way you remain in place waiting for his command, and even better how soon he is going to see tears of pleasure running down that pretty face of yours.

“Go on, suck your treat up.” Norton definitely likes this. You normally would not do this again after the last time he did this with you, but it seems mercy is on his side.

A wish is granted for his birthday.

Soul Catcher

Mortals. All of them from animals to humans, their lives are fleeting, finite, he did not understand why he must assist in preserving these souls. They all will return to the land of the living upon reincarnation, to suffer and struggle. He sits watching a soul that captives him these days, singing a song and often messing up the lyrics, you currently are doing chores. Nothing special about this life or how you live it.

A plain soul, he found the company of such a domestic person a change of pace, a way to see the beauty of life before he claimed it for death. Soon you will follow like all mortal things.

“A celebration of life and another,” You explain, “Though you are not alive, we should still celebrate the contribution you give to all life.” Smiling as you hand him a poncho you created for him. “Death is equally as important as life.”

A birthday, he has no need for such a thing but the gift is given to him, here in this field of cut wheat, the window blowing softly as he stands up and puts on the article of clothing.

“It looks great on you!” Clapping your hands together, “Do you like it?”

“I do.” A quiet one as he often keeps to himself, “Thank you.” He does not have a need for this, yet he does not want to say that nor want you to think him ungrateful. The Soul Catcher touches it fondly as this will be treasured like all the memories he will have of you when the time comes to collect your soul.

Highway Cavalier

“Hiya, speedster.” Waving to him before leaning on the door of his car, “Practicing?”

“No, just checking on the girl before Luca and Demi kick me out for the day.” The engine sounds clear as he revs it and slowly winds it down, “You?”

“Soon, I need to test run the Mach Two before the entry races next week.”

“You've been test-running the damn thing all week.” Shutting the car off, “Join us later.”

“You know I can't, speedster. I gotta do my checks and do my practice laps—”

“Yes, you can because it's my birthday.” He grins, leaning in close towards you.

“What!?” You cover your face, “Oh, my God, Norton, why didn't you tell me?! I could've gotten you a gift or something.”

“I'm mentioning it now and the only gift I want is to see you at the bar getting drinks with us.” Pinching your cheek when you uncover your face to pout, “Maybe a kiss or two for an extra gift too.” Wiggling his eyebrows suggestively before laughing when you hit his arm.

“Silly man as if I don't already kiss you enough,” Rolling your eyes playfully.

The Orphan of Goetia

“A mutual gift for both of us to enjoy the desires of the flesh.”

Infernal Sin, King of the Seventy-Two demons of Hell, the Lord of the damned, has gifted him what they both desire. Norton’s heart is the Infernal Sin's heart only with a human host, he feels what the other feels too.

“I am such a benevolent King, aren't I?” A rhetorical

question as he laughs with glee, “Well!? Go on! Indulge.” Here in this bedroom of red lights and sheets of silk, a heavy smell of wine and iron, Norton is unsure if he should even touch you.

There you sit wrapped up with large fabric ribbons presenting you as a gift. The makeup on your face waa done by that worshiper obsessed with the demonic king and him. You look away, gagged with a ball held by leather straps.

“Go on. This is for us.”

You are laid back, the Orphan of Goetia and the Infernal Sin above you, the hands you feel however are only Norton’s. Carefully unwrapping you, freeing you but you remain on the bed. His hands remove the gag, his mouth on yours immediately desperately.

The sensation of a rocky hand sliding up your legs before slipping between them.

The King once told you here you will find heaven or hell, here you can be worshiped or be made to grovel. He will— They will have you one way or another.

“This is…” Norton speaking with laboring breath, “(Name)...” His lips on your skin, your neck to chest, a trail of hickeys following.

“Norton.” Moaned out as the monster enjoyed himself preparing you, “Please, God.” Thick fingers preparing you, it is as if he knows just how to touch you.

“Not God, us. From now on it will only be us.” The demon king says— Promises.

Mining Director

“You can open them.” Saying as the dining room table is covered with gifts sent to him. Perks of being the most desired and envied man in the mining business— With a hand in other businesses and politicians. Norton Campbell made himself the most powerful man both in the public eye and behind the scenes. “Useless junk.”

You sit there unsure what to say or do given his mood today. It is his birthday and though he has a ton of gifts and riches fit for a king, you had hoped he would celebrate with you… Like old times… When you were both two kids trying to make it in the cold world.

“What?” Norton says, he sees you not moving from your spot, his eyes go to the small box in your hand.

“It's nothing.” Putting the box down, turning around ready to leave the room. The boy you loved, that boy has grown up into a materialistic man. You married him because you love him, but you wonder if he loves you… If that boy is still there wanting to play with you like always.

“Wait,” Grabbing your arm, “Is this for me?” Looking at the poorly made box.

“... No point in asking. It's with the rest of the junk.” Sounding every bit hurt.

Norton curses in Spanish under his breath before pulling you into his arms and squeezing you, “Mi Vida, nothing you give me is junk.”

You hide your face in his chest embarrassed by your feelings of inadequacy, he has the world and you want to show him your love.

“Let me open it.” Opening it while still hugging you, “Hah! You found the old thing!?” Pulling out the old toy model car he would play with as a kid, “Can't believe it. Thought the old man sold it.”

“I found it when visiting the old neighborhood. The pawn shop had it on display and I… I hope you like it, Norton.”

He drops the box to touch the toy, this small piece of the past. When he was a boy, he used to play with this car pretending to be a racer. The grand places he would imagine with you in tow chasing after him.

“Norton?”

His face is buried in the crook of your shoulder, you touch his hand as you feel him trembling against you.

#idv #idv x you #idv reader insert #idv x reader #idv prospector #reader insert #norton campbell #norton campbell x reader #norton campbell x you #identity v x you #identity v x reader #idv norton #identity v #fool's gold x reader #fool's gold #idv fool's gold #fool's gold x you

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captain-hawks · 1 month ago

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UNDER PRESSURE.

chifuyu matsuno x f!reader

wc: 1.4k tags: 18+ only, established relationship, bondage kink, teasing, dry humping, fingering, unprotected p in v, creampie -> requested

“I could untie that with my hands behind my back.”

Chifuyu’s teasing voice interrupts your concentration, his chin coming to rest atop your head, arms wrapping around your shoulders as he looks down at your handiwork on the kitchen table.

Looking back and forth between the YouTube video playing on your phone and the knotted rope currently clutched in your hands, you roll your eyes at your boyfriend. “I think you’re long past your Toman days, Mr. Pet Shop Owner.”

Chifuyu clicks his tongue against his teeth, kneeling down and resting his forearms and chin on the table beside you as he watches your nimble fingers work the rope. “You wouldn’t be saying that if you saw how bad Kazutora tangled up the new shipment of leashes last week when he knocked over the display. I’ve still got it.”

Raising a brow, you bop him lightly on the head with the knot. “Fine, loser makes dinner tonight.”

Twenty minutes later, Chifuyu’s seated in one of the dining chairs in the middle of the kitchen, his wrists secured around the back with a bandana covering his eyes.

“Was the blindfold really necessary? It’s not like I can see my hands, anyway,” he calls out.

Smiling to yourself, you pad back into the kitchen, having silently slipped into your bedroom a few minutes prior—unbeknownst to him. A surprised noise escapes his lips as you climb into his lap, straddling him. His thighs flex beneath you, and you reach up to tug off the blindfold, leaving his black hair a mess in the aftermath.

He takes in your outfit, now nothing more than one of his oversized tees and your underwear, lips curling upward in a smirk. “Lose confidence in your knots?”

You shrug, shifting in place, and you don’t miss his subtle intake of breath as you press into him. “I thought I’d see how well you work under pressure while we’re at it.”

Chifuyu huffs, blue eyes flashing with a challenge. “I’ve gotten out of worse.”

—-

Chifuyu very quickly learns the difference between the panicked adrenaline that fuelled him as a teenager to escape ropes and zip ties from rival gangs while covered in blood and bruises—and this.

This being the sight of you sitting in his lap, a teasing pout on your lips and one of his threadbare old t-shirts hanging over your frame, the neck so stretched out at this point that he finds himself staring at one of your collarbones. It’s instinctual, the urge to grasp your legs at the knees, to slide his palms up your thighs until he’s rubbing steady circles into the shape of your hips.

His fingers twitch, and he remembers that he’s stuck.

But the real problem now, beyond the fact that you’re perched in his lap waiting patiently for him to escape and touch you—

The real problem is the unexpected zing of pleasure that arches up his spine at the feeling of the rope digging into his wrists.

Breathing in sharply through his nose, his eyes widen slightly, and you don’t miss a goddamn thing.

“Having some trouble there?”

Chifuyu bites the inside of his cheek, wrists twisting as his fingers grasp at the knot. You make a show of stretching meanwhile, rocking forward in his lap while you do so, and the t-shirt lifts up enough to reveal a peek of your black panties in the process. Between the feeling of the hard rope chafing against his skin and the way you’re now pressed up on his growing erection, he can’t help but groan.

“I thought you’d be quicker than this,” you tease.

To his credit, the rope does loosen enough to let him know he’s on the right track, but you also choose that moment to ditch the shirt entirely, tossing it onto the floor in one swift movement.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Chifuyu’s certain that you went out of your way to put on this lacey bra, the cups sheer enough to show the outline of your pebbled nipples.

“You take cheating to a new level,” he grumbles, though it comes out a bit labored as he tries in vain to pull apart the ropes with brute force.

—because your tits are right there in front of his face, but he can’t reach out to stroke a finger across your peaked nipples, can’t use two fingers to unhook the bra to let it join his shirt on the floor, can’t lean in to wrap his mouth around them and suck till you’re the one begging him—

And the fact that he can’t touch you is making him that much harder.

His cock aches in his pants, and he regrets not changing out his jeans before all of this started, the stiff material pressing down into his shaft as you blatantly roll your hips against him.

“Should I give you some more incentive?”

Chifuyu’s about to tell you that he doesn’t exactly need another reason to desperately want to undo these ropes and fuck you right here on the floor, but the words die on his lips when you lean in and begin to mouth at the side of his neck, dragging your cunt along the outline of his hard shaft all the while.

“Fuck,” he groans, grinding back up into you as best as he can without topping the chair in the process.

You keen, pressing down into him harder, mouth trailing along his jaw before your lips find his in a messy, spit-soaked kiss.

Pleasure simmers hot in his gut, and he’s not sure if he’s actually trying to get out of the rope anymore or just blindly grasping at its edges to enjoy the feeling of being trapped while you whimper with each roll of your hips.

“Wanna fuck you so bad,” he gasps, chest heaving as you drag your hands through his hair.

He takes your bottom lip between his teeth and bites down.

As much as Chifuyu is sure it would please you to have him come in his pants right now—which he’s dangerously close to doing—he’s certain he might just lose his mind if he has to wait to fuck you after all this

It’s that motivation alone that finally gains traction over his rapidly straying attention, his fingers calling back on old habits of muscle memory to untie the knot and send the rope falling to the floor.

You yelp when his arms wrap around you suddenly without warning, laughing as scoops you up and then lays you down atop the shirt. He doesn’t even bother taking off his pants, just shoves them and his boxers out of the way enough to get his flushed, aching cock in his hands.

He hooks a finger in your panties and tugs them aside, groaning at the sight of the slick arousal dripping out of you. A moan crawls up your throat when he slides a finger inside of you—you’re so fucking wet.

His cock twitches, precum dripping messily from the tip, and he spits in his palm, taking himself into one hand as he begins pumping two fingers in and out of your soaked cunt.

When he finally sinks his cock into you, Chifuyu’s so desperate for it at this point, he knows he’s not going to last. Especially not when you take off your bra so he can lean in to wrap his mouth around one of your sensitive nipples as they bounce before him with each pounding thrust.

“Chifuyu,” you whine, wrapping your legs around his waist, hips rocking into his as your cunt begs his cock in deeper.

Reaching down, he drags his fingers over your swollen clit, relishing in the desperate sounds you make as he buries himself balls deep.

“Leme hear you come,” he murmurs, leaning in to slot his lips against yours.

He can feel your muscles tense beneath him, and he doesn’t relent, not until you choke out a sobbing moan, your slick walls rapidly fluttering and tightening around his shaft as you come all over his cock.

And then one of your hands wraps around his wrist, the skin there red and rubbed raw from the rope, and Chifuyu nearly collapses as his orgasm hits him with the force of a truck, vision going white under a thick, gushing wave of pleasure. You moan softly beneath him as hot cum spurts heavily from his cock, filling you to the brim.

“Did I win?” he asks, still trying to catch his breath.

You grin up at him, “Did anyone really lose if we discovered you have a new kink along the way?”

Sighing, he rolls his eyes fondly. “I guess this means we’re ordering takeout.”

#matsuno chifuyu #matsuno chifuyu x reader #tokyo revengers #dee writes #dee's 2k

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kisses4kaia · 7 months ago

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please i am on my knees begging for billy…you write him so well…

yes baby whatever you want—implication oral sex (f recieving) but no real smut i fear :((, very very very slight internalized misogyny (r is just jealous), billy being a cocky dick (the best kind)

billy was yours and that was that.

with that damn leash you kept on him, it was never questioned why billy never went home with any girls at the saloon after a game of poker, whether he won or lost. because as probable as it was the sun would come up the next day, it was just as likely it would be you he’d lay in bed next to, fucking you with just about as much passion as he would have exerted in a goddamn battlefield.

you never had to worry about him straying, because you knew you had him and nobody could ever replace what you give him in a lover, but that never meant his born reckless soul wasn’t going to push boundaries.

she had painted fingernails, corset cinched to the maximum degree of discomfort, and a flawless, straight-like-a-ruler, smile. she came from money and her name was something like margaret, or margaux—something french, probably. she was classy and beautiful and not billy’s type. you could have laughed when you saw her saunter over to billy’s barstool.

before looking at her, he paid her no mind, listening to her talk about how lonely he looked on a beautiful evening like this one, and how he doesn’t look like he belongs here. the same tired lines every girl used every time, and he probably would have shooed her away if his eyes hadn’t landed on the daggers you shot at her with your shattering gaze.

his smirk was quick to make itself known, letting his eyes run over her body as he straightened his posture. you couldn’t exactly hear what was being discussed over the conversation buzz swallowing the sound scape. you did, however, hear margaret/margaux laugh, so trained, so light and airy and feminine and infuriating. you didn’t grow up in a country house or paint your nails, the different appropriate kinds of laughters were never discerned in your taught etiquette.

nothing about you was light or airy or feminine and here billy was, flirting with those very things personified like you didn’t have him pleading with you to stop cumming less than 24 hours ago. you were probably steaming at the ears at this point.

abandoning the dull conversation surrounding the upcoming horse races with a friendly barkeep, you put one cowgirl boot in front of the other as you blaze over to billy. “come on, we’re leaving.” you say jaggedly, hardly sparing margaret/margaux a single glance.

“is this your friend?” she asks with a tone so sweet and pitchy it almost makes your eye twitch.

“yes.”

“no.”

the woman looked simply confused at your contrasting answers and quite politely excused herself as your eyes yielded a dangerous hail down onto him. he sighed, taking his time as he finished his drink—rising from his barstool, paying the barkeep, grabbing his hat and jacket—and finally walking out of the saloon with you.

as soon as the door shut to billy’s current homestead you shared, you stomped in silence to the bedroom. “where you going, baby?” he called out, not wincing, and pushing past the nearly slammed door after you. he enters to see you pacing, practically fuming.

“what’s wrong, darlin’?” he approached you and uncrossed your arms, looking down at you as if you were wounded. you hated these stares of him because it was so hearty and intense and all about you.

“you were practically sticking your dick in her! that lady, the one who obviously wanted you to take her out back,” you spit out all at once. your language was often crude, but it never made billy wince the way it made other men react. billy just smiled as though he pitied you, kissing the top of your head. you forced your arms to sides as he wrapped his around you. “you jealous?” he laughed after pulling you away from his chest and looking back down at you again.

you rolled your eyes, scoffing and tearing yourself out of his hold, walking away from him. your arms crossed in front of your chest. “i am not jealous, i am simply… perplexed.”

this seemed to amuse him. “uh huh. well, you don’t got anythin’ to worry about, baby. dontch’ya know i’m crazy about you?” his drawl drew you towards him again. his eyes were glimmering with honesty, soothing your jealousy slightly.

“you sure?” you said with a slight pout as billy pulls you in once more.

“need me to prove it to you?” the ask wasn’t posed so much as a question as a request as he sunk down slowly onto his knees in front of you. you laughed, nodding eagerly as you helped him unbutton your denim.

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starkeysprincess · 2 months ago

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It’s whoreknee hours and ofc I’m thinking ab my man. I think I thought of this cause I’ve been so obsessed with ppl’s description of how drew smells.🤭 so…

🤍what if drew’s away filming and you know he isn’t supposed to be back for at least another week. you tried to keep your masturbation to a minimum while he was gone so you could look forward to and enjoy him more when he got back, but you just can’t help it. you need to be leashed and chained and you need him.

🤍one day you completely break, and you’ve been in your bedroom for the past three hours with one of his button ups on, unbuttoned of course, a few of his rings on your hands in attempt to mimic his as much as possible, your laptop in front of you with a tab opened with “drew starkey hot pics” in the searchbar, {not that you don’t enjoy the collection of much more x rated drew content in the hidden album on your phone, but since he can’t be with you and with how good he looks, this just feels so much more naughty} all while your hair and makeup is fucked up and you’re red in the face, exhausted from humping his pillow, soaking it and your bed. but you’re still too needy to stop !!!!

🤍it’s really the smell on his pillow that does it for you though, as at this point it’s been permenantly infused with his Tom Ford Tobacco Vanille, (I’m pretty sure that’s what he uses🤭) a smell that reminded you of him and home, but in your current state of mind, had dirty memories of all the times he’d made you scream and absolutely wrecked your body rushing back, having you hoarse from whining and screaming while you tried to replicate the experience only he could give you.

🤍you thought this would be what gets you through the next week, and you were okay with that, but at that moment, drew arrives home, wanting to surprise you as they had wrapped a week early. and the smirk that spread across his face had you wishing for the only time the entirety of his time away, that he wasn’t there.

the way im drooling over how YUMMY this is 🤤

wearing one of his button ups + dragging your fingers against your nipples, hardening from the cool feeling of his rings that are on your fingers

you’re not even sure how long you’ve been humping his pillow, mouth watering at how your clit deliciously rubs against the cotton material, his scent overpowering your senses as your cunt is dripping, soaking his pillow but it’s still not enough

you could barely hear anything over your own moans and pants, not hearing the front door open or the sound of footsteps approaching. your face is buried against the sheets, stifling your whines as you move your hips faster against his pillow, all while he’s standing in the doorway, watching with a smirk on his face as you try to get yourself off 😣

#mail ˖⋆࿐໋#anon asks <3 #drew prompt ;༊

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proofsiege · 4 months ago

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My Lestat spotify playlist;

With explanation(rant) because Im a dork who is very proud of this and I love this guy could talk about him till my voice bubbles and words crack

Playlist here <

> 4 minute warning, Radiohead

Probably more book Lestat, are they really that different from eachother? but specifically Lord Wolfkiller, early Lestat, pre and just post transformation Lestat, Lestat who's dragged out his bedroom window and begs for God, his denial and unwelcomed embrace from the dark gift. (When i find you magnus...)

> La mer, nine inch nails

> Bury me deep inside, HIM

It wouldn't be Lestat without some rock, and it most definitely wouldnt be Lestat without HIM, yearning rock songs if that doesn't scream him then I don't know what does, oh wow could this song be used to explain so much of him haha Lestat stalking Louis through New Orleans completely encapsulated by him, falls head over heels for a man he doesn't know and creates this perfect picture of who Louis is and what they could be, the man who just lets Louis beat him to a pulp and then cries attachment issues, his first love Nicolas and we all know how that (well, he) ended. Lestat who says himself the only way he'd die is from murder, he would never turn to the fire with Louis there.

> The fall, Gary Numan

ROCKSTAR LESTAT!!! ROCKSTAR LESTAT!!!

> Love me, love and rockets

So love this song so much, sums up season three i feel pretty well, going to be lots of things going on especially with past lovers, best believe when the scenepacks are out i will be on that like hound to a fox people!!

> Leash called love, The sugarcubes

BJORK! Sums up lestats thoughts on armand after episode 8 lol Believing and being confused as to why Louis stayed with Armand under the assumption that he knew he was the one who actually saved him, this poor boy. (Hes a murderer)

> The search of my rose, The tear garden

Guys... m*gnus.. vomit, don't shoot the messenger now, a reflection of how his maker consistently is always shadowing over his current relationships, with louis, you either get it or you don't!!

> Musette and drums, cocteau twins

> Into the light, Siouxsie and the banshees

> The way things are, Fiona apple

HOW NOONE HAS SEEN THE ALIKENESS BETWEEN HIM AND THIS SONG IS INSANE. "how could I fight? when were on the same side, how could I fight? beside you" Especially now with what we know about lestat and Louis during that argument. Wake up people!!!

That is the end! I have many many more playlists, for claudia, louis and armand ,finding music is my past time if I'm trapped on an island give me unlimited data with access to Google I would be the happiest person. Turn me into a vampire so I can listen to music for eternity.

#music #iwtv lestat #iwtv amc #iwtv s2 #iwtv spoilers #amc iwtv #interview with the vampire #rockstar lestat #lestat de lioncourt #the vampire lestat #iwtv #the vampire chronicles

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shadowqueenjude · 1 year ago

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My favorite SJM men and their hottest moments Lucien Vanserra: He's always hot. But it has to be the famous "If I offer you the moon on a string, will you give me a kiss, too?"

Lorcan Salvaterre: Damn this one is tough. There's “As far as anyone’s concerned, you’re still my wife.” But there's also “Would you like me to kill him for you?” But there's also

When she awoke, clean strips of linen for her cycle were next to the bed. His own shirt, washed and dried overnight—now cut up for her to use as she would. Ruhn Danaan: Easy. I liked Ruhn from the beginning of CC1, but everybody else joined me when they read this scene:

Ruhn Danaan knew three things with absolute certainty:

He had smoked so much mirthroot that he couldn’t feel his face. Which was a damn shame because there was a female currently sitting on it.

He had downed an obscene amount of whiskey, because he had no idea what the female’s name was, or how they’d gotten to his bedroom, or how he’d wound up with his tongue between her legs.

He really fucking loved his life. At least … right now.

Eris Vanserra: Like Lucien, this man is always hot. But it has to be the famous “When you get tired of the animal, come find me. I’ll show you how a future High Lord plays.” Chaol Westfall: Bro literally doesn't have to do shit and he has all the girls simping for him. Remember the girls who giggled after Chaol in the first TOG books? Remember the healers in TOD? But the hottest thing about Chaol is that he's a perfect gentleman, like here: “Drink.” Pure command laced his voice—a man used to being obeyed, to giving orders. “Resent me all you want, but drink the damn thing.” And it was the faint kernel of worry in his eyes … A man used to being obeyed, yes, but a man also inclined to care for others. Look after them. Driven to do it by a compulsion he couldn’t leash, couldn’t train out of him. Couldn’t have broken out of him.

#lucien vanserra #pro lucien vanserra #eris vanserra #pro eris vanserra #vanserra brothers #ruhn danaan #ruhn danaan knew three things #prince ruhn #lorcan salvaterre #lord lorcan lochan #chaol westfall #pro chaol

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rainebelowzero · 2 years ago

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I might've got carried away with this one

cws: Kurt wearing a collar (and a leash), praise, a little bit of degradation, overstimulation, dry humping, fingering, edging

Kurt was sitting on your lap in your living room. Your arms were wrapped around his torso, one of your hands stroking his cock slowly.

Thinking back to a few days ago, you're surprised you haven't gotten him one sooner.

You began to pump his cock faster, Kurt's hips bucked up, wanting more. He threw his head back, resting it on your shoulder. Seeing his exposed neck, you start to kiss and bite it, Kurt moaning in response.

"Such a good boy, aren't you, Kurt?" You say into his ear. He whimpers, nodding his head.

"Yeah- yes, I'm– I'm your good boy!" Kurt choked out as your hand sped up.

You lift your free hand, gently placing it around Kurt's neck, not squeezing but just resting there.

"Maybe we should get you a collar, hm?" You teased.

On the current day, you shut your front door behind you, holding a bag behind your back. Like usual, Kurt comes out to greet you from whatever he was doing in your room. You give him a quick kiss and then show him what you have.

"Oh my god.." Kurt whined before thrusting his hips forward and coming all over your hand. You keep your pace until his body calms down.

"I got this for you." You say, taking the collar out and holding it out to him. His eyes widen, gingerly taking it out of your hand. It was a pink collar with a metal ring hooked on the front of it. His face flushed lightly, looking back up at you and smiling.

"Can I..Can I put it on now?" He asked quietly.

"Yeah, of course! Go ahead." You respond. He unbuckles it and then with your help, wraps it snuggly around his neck. You make sure he doesn't make it too tight.

"Oh!" You say, remembering the other item in the bag. "I got this too."

You pull out a matching leash, and Kurt's face gets redder. You motion towards the collar around his neck, and he nods, so you clip it on. You lightly pull on it and he moans softly. You take a step towards him, your lips meeting his. He deepens the kiss, clinging onto the front of your shirt. Kurt grinds himself against you, whining. You push him gently against the wall, slotting your thigh between his legs.

One of your hands goes up to his head and you run your hand through his hair while the other tugs on the leash, Kurt letting out small whimpers and moans each time. You trail down, kissing his jaw and then his neck, leaving bites along it. Kurt gasps in surprise, rolling his hips against your thigh.

"P-please– fuck, please!" He cries out.

"Please what?"

"F-fuck me, please, I can't— I need you!" Kurt begs frantically.

You chuckle at his desperation, picking him up with your arms looped around his waist as he wraps his arms and legs around you. You carry him to the bedroom, laying him on the bed. You undo his belt and slide his pants and underwear down to his ankles before he kicks them off fully. He also gets his shirt off, immediately returning his arms to their position, wrapped around your shoulders. You kiss him again, sliding your hand down to his ass and looking at him confused when you feel something metal at the entrance of his hole. You smirk and make a humming noise, and Kurt looks away from you.

"I- uh…I j-just missed you and..." He mumbles, feeling his face start to heat up.

"What did you do?" You ask, brushing your hands over his hairy chest and nipples.

"I– I was using the– the dildo you got f-for me and…imagining it was you.." He says quietly.

You give his leash another tug, biting down on his shoulder, leaving a mark.

"That's so hot, baby. You like being cock hungry slut for me, huh?" You begin to kiss his jaw again. Kurt sighs shakily, biting his bottom lip and nodding. You lift two of your fingers to his mouth. "Suck."

Kurt does so immediately, closing his eyes and running his tongue along your fingers. When you're satisfied, you take them out of his mouth. You pull the plug out of his hole, replacing it with your fingers, thrusting them into him.

Your fingers brush against his prostate and Kurt's hips jerk forward. You use your free hand to pull his leash again, harder this time. Kurt yelps, grinding his hips into your hand.

"Fuck, I'm– I'm gonna come!" He cries out. You pull your fingers out of him and he whines.

You undo your own pants and pull your cock out, resting the tip at Kurt's ass, grinding it against his clenching hole. He pants heavily, his cock twitching. He starts to get impatient, trying to push his hips back into you.

"Come on, p-please! I've been s-so good today! Please, I– I need you!" He pleaded.

"If you can be patient and take what I give you, I'll fuck you, okay?" You respond. Kurt huffs but nods.

You continue to tease him, pressing your cock into him but stopping just before the tip is fully in and then pulling out. You're still holding the leash, and Kurt loves the feeling of you pulling on it, reminding him of who he belongs to.

Occasionally you use your free hand to trail it around his body, alternating between tweaking his nipples and slowly stroking his cock. He moans desperately, tears beginning to form in his eyes. He resists the urge to buck his hips up, wanting to be a good boy for you.

Eventually you decide to give him what he wants, sinking your cock into him down to the base. He gasps, being caught off guard with the sudden intrusion. His hands grip your shoulders, squeezing tightly.

"Ah– thank you! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" Kurt repeats as you pound into him.

You pull his leash, hard, and his body spasms, his head dropping back with his mouth agape. He comes so hard he can barely see for a few seconds, covering his chest and stomach. You don't stop, pulling your cock all the way out before slamming back into him.

Kurt wails, clawing at your arms and starting to drool. His eyes roll back and tears start to flow down his face, his hair sticking to his forehead from sweat.

"Look at you, already drunk on my cock and you've only come once." You smirk down at him. He can barely process your words, focused on the shocks of overwhelming pleasure and your cock stretching his tight hole. You reach down and stroke his cock, making his hips jolt.

Kurt lets out choked sobs and moans, his legs trembling uncontrollably. One of his hands grabs hold of his collar, not pulling at it but just squeezing it tightly. The thought that you own him, that he belongs to you and only you makes him come again. This time, he screams, his ass clenching down on you tightly. You groan at the feeling.

Once again, you don't stop, you only continue to abuse his prostate and admire his pretty face, looking completely blissed out and barely coherent.

"T-too sensitive– fuck, I can't– I can't, please!" He manages to choke out between broken sobs. You fake pout, looking down at him.

"Come on, you can give me one more, I know you can." You say, quickening the pace of both your thrusts and your hand. He can't even think anymore, eyes glazing over and head lolling to the side as he moans brokenly.

When his third orgasm rolls around, his mind goes completely blank, his vision goes white and he can hardly even breathe, his body shaking violently. He comes so hard that some of it hits him in the face.

You feel yourself getting close, grunting as your thrusts become animalistic, yanking Kurt's leash and burying your cock in him as deep as you could before shooting your load into him. He doesn't stop shaking until after you've already come down from your high. You look at him concerned when he goes limp, making sure he's still breathing before you pull out.

His eyes open after a minute, breathing heavily and looking around, disoriented. You gently run your fingers through his hair, brushing it out of his eyes.

"You okay?" You ask. He gives you a lazy smile before trying to sit up, arms wobbling. He finds that he can't and flops back down, looking up at you.

"Yeah I'm- I'm okay." He responds. You unclip his leash so it doesn't get wrapped around him when he falls asleep but he insists on keeping the collar on, which you have zero issues with. He reaches out towards you, making you chuckle before you lay down next to him, wrapping your arms around him and letting him cling to you.

#kurt kunkle x male reader #kurt kunkle x reader #x male reader #dom male reader

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scekrex · 8 months ago

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Time for fluff, cause I'm depressed after the angst one 🥲

Adam and reader creating playlists for each other, generally just songs that remind them of each other and the whole thing just being adorable and stuff. Obviously Adam wouldn't be himself if he didn't add a song like "Like hiskey" or "Good Lookin'" by Dixon Dallas 😂😂 But honestly, I feel like he would take it quite seriously, like a task that he decided to fulfill to the best of his abilities and it's up to you what songs exactly you'd like to use, but I really think Adam's playlist for reader would contain "Halo" by Beyoncé and reader's playlist for Adam would contain "Can't Help Falling In love" by Elvis Presley amongst many others. They just listen to their playlists, maybe even in like seperate rooms, each playlist ending approximately around the same time so when they come out of the rooms they just look at each other with the biggest grins and lovesick looks on their faces. The fluff is fluffing in my mind, hoping to fluff you up too, sugar 😉

The fluff is fluffing up my brains babes, your cute ass can fluff me up anytime

Figure you out

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

You had been sitting on the couch for at least two hours by now, Adam's head was resting on your lap as the both of you went through Spotify in order to create the perfect playlists for each other. It was harder than you first thought it would be, there were too many songs that reminded you of Adam simply because he listened to them regularly - some of them were even his own fucking songs, how could his own songs not remind you of him?

“How’s it going, big guy?” you asked as you put your phone aside for a moment to run your hand through his soft, messy hair. He hummed, leaned into your touch and closed his eyes to embrace it fully, “Good, I think. Too many songs on this fucking app fit you though, babes, gonna be on it all fucking day.” You chuckled softly, “Let’s reduce it to ten songs then, that way it won't take us all of eternity to listen to every fucking song that's in the playlist.” The brunette thought about it for a moment, then hummed in agreement as he went back to focusing on his current task, you did the same.

With a limit set, it was easier to finish the playlist because not even twenty minutes later both of you were done. You exchanged links and soon after that, Adam got up, stretched himself like a cat would do after a long, resting nap, “I’ll listen to that shit right fucking now, you do the same. We meet back here when we're done, sounds cool?” You playfully saluted him with a small nod, “Sounds cool, Sir.” He mumbled something about what an idiot you were as he took off to do as he had told you. You decided to stay in the living room, it was easier that way.

A quick glance at the tracklist made you grin, tracks like ‘Halo’ by Beyoncé, ‘Like hiskey’ by Dixon Dallas and ‘Do It For Me’ by Rosenfeld caught your attention. Adam had taken that task of creating you a playlist really seriously and you honestly adored it. You hit play and the first song started to play.

Adam threw himself onto the bed once the bedroom door fell shut behind him and he checked the playlist you had made for him with curious eyes. “Fucking ‘Can’t Help Falling In Love’, fucking knew it,” he mumbled to himself as his eyes read titles like ‘Do or Die' by Natalie Jane, ‘Hail to the King' by Avenged Sevenfold and ‘Freak On a Leash’ by Korn. You really knew him that well, huh? Obviously you did, he had married you for a reason after all. His thumb hit the green play button and the beat of the first song started to play.

The last song of the playlist Adam had created for you finished and the music stopped entirely as the first man stepped through the bedroom door and therefore entered the living room. “You’re a fucking bitch,” he grinned at you as he crossed the room to stand right in front of you. You were still sitting on the couch and your face was pretty much on crotch level as you shot him an equally wide grin and grabbed his hips to wiggle them a little, “Yet you fucking adore me and would serve me the entirety of earth on a golden platter if I were to ask for it.”

Adam dropped to his knees in order to look you in the eyes properly, “Damn fucking right and you better never forget that, babes.” And with that he leaned in to kiss you softly, there was no intention in deepening the kiss, it was all softness and love. Your hands gently cupped his face as his left hand rested on your jaw, his right hand was being pressed flat against the couch in order to steady himself.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you

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anamelessfool · 1 year ago

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WIP WHENEVER

Thank you @kissingghouls for the tag!!!! I tried to pick something a little unique for this challenge...

VISITATION (From 'Domestics')

(family, humor, self-indulgent fluff, Dad Secondo)

2013: Papa Emeritus Terzo, Copia, and Nihil visit their estranged brother Secondo after the birth of his youngest child.

I have this whole ficlet series similar to Bestiary but based on small domestic moments in the lives of the brothers and the characters in my AU. Why? Because it's fun and ridiculously self-indulgent.

I love me a good flashback....

⛧⛧⛧

“Which way am I turning here?” Copia asked.

“Left,” muttered Terzo.

“Left...”

“Right.”

“Oh, Right then?”

“Yes, left is right!” Terzo paused then groaned. “Left is correct.”

“Marian couldn't come?” Terzo asked Copia idly. He smirked. “Hope your leash is long enough.”

Copia frowned. “At some point I wil fly out of this car, yes, jerked back by the leash, your Unholiness,” he replied flatly. “But ah… I'm into that.” Two hours in the car with Terzo gave one plenty of time to practice talking trash. “We should have arrived twenty minutes ago.”

Terzo shifted in the passenger seat. Car rides made him sick, and therefore extra irritable. He glanced in the rearview mirror at Nihil in the back. Nihil was staring ahead, expressionless, his eyes dull like a mesmerized cow. “We would have made time if we didn't stop back there.”

“Terzo, the old man barely asks for anything these days,” Copia said firmly. “So when he asked to stop and buy a balloon for his new grandson I um…had to indulge him.”

“Isn't this thing just brand new? A little ball that sleeps and cries? Why—why does it need a fucking balloon?”

“That thing… is your nephew,” Copia said, and he squeezed the steering wheel. “Have you ever taken care of anything small and helpless like that? You'd understand.”

Terzo muttered something in Italian and dropped his head against the door, staring out the window. Copia assumed if he wasn't so carsick he would really put on a pissy show for them all.

“We’re nearly there,” Copia said, slowing to an agonizing stop at the intersection, looking carefully right and left, waiting the appropriate three seconds at the stop sign, and then continuing on.

[They pull up to a plain suburban house.]

The door opened, Secundo towered over them all, his dark intense presence unmarred by his years away. The former Papa Emeritus II of the Satanic Church of the Void was now wearing a checkered button-down shirt and dark khakis. His grip on his cane tightened as his shark-like gaze flicked from guest to guest. Four Infernal Eyes regarded each other on the porch. Secundo's pitted face moved slightly. “Shoes. Off.” He shifted back, granting them entry.

They were led inside to a sunken foyer. Beyond a small railing was an ordinary living room with a beige carpet. There were halls nearby leading to kitchen, basement and bedrooms. All with as few stairs as possible made it easier for Secundo to easily walk around in his current state. His time as Channel of the Void left him permanently weak in his left side, but they all knew it could have been much worse.

Copia was struck by how unbelievably ordinary the place was. There was an unusual number of crammed bookshelves and a piano near the window, but other than that there was very little evidence of this being the home of a former leader of The Satanic Church of the Void. A single taxidermied goat head loomed over the television that displayed a muted cartoon program. Two small children sat near it in the center of a pile of wooden blocks.

Copia pulled his own shoes off, then knelt to help Nihil out of his. “It's nice to see you again, Secundo.”

Secundo never dropped his intensity and simply changed the words he spoke. “Yes, it is, Copia. Welcome.”

“Is that…is that little Paul?!” Copia nearly squealed as he pointed towards the little face peering from between the metal railings. The boy Paul had a shock of messy dark hair and a wild look that was all too familiar. “He's a small version of Terzo! Look!”

“That had been my unfortunate impression as well,” Secundo replied flatly.

Terzo gave them all a painfully polite smile, then joked. “Not to worry, I had nothing to do with it.”

Nihil’s head whipped from Paul to Terzo. “Yes, definitely our little scamp! An even smaller Terzo, heh!” Both grandson and son threw him identical scowls.

“Do you remember us?” Copia asked Paul. The boy cocked his head, thinking. He was born at the Ministry but the whole family left by the time he was five. “I remember we took out my old trike and you were pedaling up and down the hallways…”

“I distinctly remember you pedaling up and down the hallways on his tricycle,” Secundo said with an amused smirk.

“Just that once! To teach him!” Copia shot back.

[They settle into the collection of couches and proceed to observe the newborn.]

“Nihil, would you—” Sandra frowned. The old man had fallen asleep in the recliner within the past five minutes. She chuckled. “Well then, we will try later! How about you, Terzo?”

Terzo furrowed his brow. “No, certainly not. No thank you, sorella.”

Secundo looked quietly invested from his place on the opposite couch. “He'll reconsider later.”

My AO3 Series | My FicList

Tagging @katyaoaksdottir @fishwithtitz and @thew0man and you, yes YOU!

#ghost fandom #ghost scenes from the void #ao3 author #ao3 fanfic #WIP whenever project #fluff fic #ghost band headcanons #papa emeritus ii #papa emeritus iii #cardinal copia #dad secondo

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riftdancing · 9 months ago

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So... It's my Birthday.

I would usually post about this on my personal blog, but I'm going to touch basis here instead since it does have some relation to my XIV blog at the end. First of all, if you've sent me a well wish for my birthday, you're amazing. Thank you. Each one of them so far has been incredibly heartwarming and while I ask nothing of anyone today... heartwarming is extra welcome because I am going through it right now.

Yesterday we took my 4 month old kitten, Ozzie, to the vet for his last set of vaccinations until next year. It went great! Little man is an absolute king. I've never seen such a brave and curious little cat. The car ride was zero stress for him. Not a single peep, just curiously watching the country side go by mid tongue bath. I've never seen a cat so blaise about a car ride. He was the same way at the vet office. Once out of his carrier and in the exam room he'd bound up to meet the staff and greet them with tail high and perked ears. In hindsight, after the experience, my partner and I have realized he'd probably make a great adventure cat, so we will likely be looking into harness and leash training very soon.

What I wasn't expecting, was returning home to find my cat (and emotional support animal) not acting like herself and showing me all the signs she'd fallen ill with something. She is my baby. My comfort, my emotional rock. The amount of emotional understanding and empathy she's shown me in the first four years of her life still astounds me more and more everyday. ...But Sootie and I are extremely co-dependent on eachother. Seeing her ill, even though we'd just returned home from the vet with Oz, we gently got her into her carrier and rushed her to the vet as well. You can imagine how shocked they were to see us again (lol).

Vet was glad I brought her in preemptively. Seems I had it exactly right. She is sick. She was running a fever of 105 when we got there. We did bloodwork (which came back squeaky clean!!) and they tried to get a urine sample, but to no avail. So they gave her a shot for her current nausea, and she's been put on liquid antibiotics. ...Antibiotics which require food and she's still not eating.

But... I don't care if its my birthday or not. I've put everything a side because she is my world. So her and I are quarentined to the bedroom together. Luckily that's her safe/comfort space, and I'm just in here to keep her company and provide additional comfort as she craves it. Currently as I write this from my mini mechanical bluetooth keyboard on my tablet... she's snuggled up in one of her favorite blankets next to me, tucked in for additional warmth.

But until she's doing a little better... I will be resigned to this set up...

So I will likely spend my Birthday cleaning out my tumblr inbox while I take care of my lil sick baby.

But after all the times she's looked after me in my worst states (like when I was sick with covid and despite trying to distance myself from her she would NOT leave me for the entire week. Like velcro. My lil nurse.) both mental and physical health... its the least I can do to make sure she's comfortable and has someone here for her the same way she's always been there for me.

When I say I would do anything for this cat. I mean it. She is the world to me.

#warm wishes very welcome today #I am tired and stressed #worried about my sweet baby

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elvenxwarrior · 1 year ago

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Feel My Wrath - Satan

Masterlist

You can also find this posted on my AO3!

CONTENT WARNING: Smut, master/kitten kink, spanking, creampie. MINORS DNI.

Spacing out in a classroom... such a cliche and common occurrence, but yet, there you were: not paying attention.

"[Name]?"

Nothing.

"[Name]??"

Still nothing.

"Earth to [Name]!"

Satan's voice suddenly brought you down from the clouds, "Ah-! Satan?! Sorry, I was deep in thought..."

He chuckled lightly, "I can see that. Class is over."

Looking around, you found that the classroom was indeed empty. How long had you been away with the fairies for?

"Come on, let's go." He smiled softly as you picked up your back and slung it over your shoulder, "I've been looking forward to tonight."

You returned a smile almost just as sweet, "Me too."

On the walk to the dormitories, a warm rush swam over you, a tingling feeling ran through and all over you. Satan had asked a few... questions, made a few... suggestions...

"[Name]?" His voice brought you back to reality again, "We're here. You're awfully distracted today..." He grabbed the collar of your blazer and pulled you in, "Is it because you're excited for what we planned?"

"Y... yes," your affirmation was breathless, hushed.

"Then let us not waste time..."

He brought you into his bedroom and closed the door, pressing you up against it and kissing you. Satan's hands roamed up your torso to fiddle with the buttons of your shirt, undoing them swiftly and sliding the shirt down your body.

"God, you look incredible...~!" He started littering your neck with hasty kisses and nibbles, causing you to release a shuddered sigh.

"S... Satan- come on~..." You tried to lead him further into the room, pushing on his shoulders lightly.

"A bit eager, are we?"

"N-No that's not what I meant- Ah~!" A rather hard bite to where your neck met your shoulder finished your sentence.

"Did you forget our talk about this, Kitten?" Satan's hand slid up your exposed chest, "I'm in charge."

A feeble nod was all you could muster, feeling your erection start to strain against your remaining uniform and underwear.

"Do me a favour, Kitten. Strip." He had turned to walk away from you, going over to a drawer and looking through it, "You'd best be naked by the time I turn around."

You only had a split second to react, still overwhelmed by the heated session at the door. You whipped open your belt and unzipped your pants, attempting to practically throw them off of you. You were just about to get your underwear off, when Satan's voice caused a drop through your body.

"Tsk, tsk, Kitten." You look deep into Satan's eyes, "I ask one small favour of you..."

His curved index finger brought your chin up, whilst his thumb rested on your lower lip, "I think a little punishment is in order..."

You kept your head still even though he had removed his hands from you.

Cold leather met your neck and a metal clicking made you look down; it was the collar you had picked out. It was white with black studs and a large black metal ring that currently had a black chain leash attached to it, the grip also made of leather.

"How... how will you punish me, Master?" You gazed up at him with a beautifully submissive expression, your cock twitching at the many thoughts of what he may do to you.

At first, he didn't respond to your question. "Well, it seems you know your place. Tonight you serve me." He tugged the collar, making you fall forwards onto your arms, "As for your punishment... I think some spanking will suffice."

"Yes, Master~" You bowed your head down, curving your back to stick your ass out for him.

Satan took a deep breath, this was exhilarating for him. He couldn't deny how uncomfortable his dick was under his clothes but the wait would be worth it.

"Now, Kitten, before we begin..." You felt his hand softly run down your back before giving your butt a gentle squeeze, "We need to establish a safeword."

"Mmhmm... can we use 'whiskers', please?" You tried to turn your head to see him, only to be suddenly met with a soft kiss to your nose, which slightly startled you.

"Of course we can. I love you."

"I love you too."

Satan made his way to your behind again, dancing his fingertips along your skin, "Hmm... I'll go easy on you to start with. If you misbehave or disobey me, you will receive more punishments, understand?"

Your knees quivered, "Y-Yes, Master!"

The brief silence left you with great anticipation before a swift motion thwacked down on your ass, a shout escaping you.

"You'll be receiving 5."

If Satan wanted an answer, it was difficult to give one as the four following spanks rendered you only able to make delectable noises of pleasure.

"Well done, Kitten. You did well." The hands that inflicted that beautiful pain were now smoothing over your buttocks. "I hope I didn't hurt you too badly~"

You shook your head, still unable to speak. Your dick ached and precum was leaking in a tiny pool on the floor, which didn't go unnoticed.

"Is this what I do to you, Kitten?" A low chuckle rumbled in his throat, "How lewd."

He pulled the leash to bring you up to your knees, "If you service me well, you will get a reward. How does that sound?"

"G... Good. Thank you, Master."

A warm rush continued to swarm over you, Satan was amused by how well you played your role and his perfect responses were getting to you.

You looked up, face level with his cock. "Open." Was his only command and you did as told.

He slid his dick into your slick mouth with a long sigh; these noises alone made you want to touch yourself whilst servicing him, but you resisted.

You brought your head back and forth, swirling your tongue over his tip. Looking up, Satan's expression was mesmerising; his eyes were half open, looking down at you and his lower lip was firmly tucked between his teeth. "G-Good Kitten. Just like that~"

You kept up the fluid pace you had going on, humming soft moans around him every so often. Satan suddenly pulled the leash, making you take all of him at once - surprisingly you didn't gag but the sudden motion certainly shocked you.

He held you there for a good 15 or so seconds that felt like a lifetime before releasing you, "Well done, Kitten. You served me well." He tousled your hair, stroking it fondly, "Would you like your reward now?"

Between pants you managed to whine, "Yes... Please... Master~"

"Good boy. Up on the bed for me." He commanded, removing his uniform fully now. Whilst you lay on the bed, you couldn't help but eye up the gorgeous demon before you.

Satan retrieved a bottle of lube from his bedside drawer, "How would you like your reward?" He asked, smearing the lube over and fully coating his dick.

"I-..." You felt a little bit nervous all of a sudden, since this being the first time you've had sex with these roles in place. "W-With... with you looking at me... please..."

He captured your lips in a tender and reassuring kiss, "Anything for you, Kitty~"

Satan pressed the lube bottle into your hand, letting you lube yourself up accordingly.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, Master. Thank you for the reward~" You cooed in a cute tone, which turned into a cute moan as Satan slowly started entering your ass.

"Goodness, Kitten... you feel divine~"

His cock slipped further into you, though he made sure not to overwhelm nor hurt you.

You adjusted well, "M-Master... Please... fuck me~!"

He had to hold back his feral reaction to pound you into oblivion when you said that, and managed to keep a steady and deep pace. His grip on the leash was tight, but not to the point it pulled you up.

"You're mine, aren't you, Kitten?"

"Yes, Master~!" You smiled gently.

"Good boy-" Satan's praise was cut off by you,

"I'm yours~, I belong to you, Master~!" Your lewd tone caused Satan to lose his cool and begin to shove his cock into you roughly.

"God damn you- getting me this. Fucking. Aroused~!" He punctuated those last words with deep thrusts, "You're mine are you? Tell me, Kitten: Do you want me to cum inside of you?"

"Yes~!" You cried with little to no hesitation, hips angled for him to perfectly hit that one spot, "Please, Master, Yes~!"

"Then I'll make you mine that way~!" The speed of Satan's hips started to match his hand wrapped around your cock, leading you both to moan loudly. His grip on your thigh tightened as he released his own slew of curses of pleasure.

"Cum with me, Kitten." His hips began to lose their rhythm and become rapid, suddenly meeting yours as he bottomed out, spilling himself inside you; your cum coated yourself almost simultaneously as you threw your head back with a cry of "Satan~!!"

Heavy breaths filled the now silent room, Satan gently brushing his hand along your cheek. "I love you, [Name]."

"I love you too...~"

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