#i'm just a mutt who deserves to be called puppy <3< /div>
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muttmutt · 5 months ago
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oh if someone called me puppy casually i would short-circuit
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onlyyvette · 1 year ago
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★ DAY 3 - puppy play | leon s. kennedy
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kinktober 2023 - masterlist.
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warnings: top/dom reader + sub/bottom leon + gn reader + reader uses the title "sir" + petplay + collars and leashes + cockstepping + "loving" degradation + humiliation + overstimulation + boot-licking + leon is often called "dumb mutt" + and he adores it
a/n: this takes place in a "no-outbreak" au because why not
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Leon S. Kennedy considered himself to be your average young, up and coming police officer. Always making sure he isn't two minutes late to work, having your coworkers tease you relentlessly for being the newest recruit, and for months being known as a simple rookie...yeah it it wasn't that great but hey, it made him happy to serve his city in the best way he thought possible.
But his relationship with you is anything but average.
"You'll be a good boy for me, right, Kennedy?" Your voice was sickeningly sweet despite Leon knowing the true implication behind your words. Behave and maybe you'll be able to cum tonight. "I will..." You look at him expectantly. "I-I will Sir." He immediately corrects himself. He didn't want to be punished so early into the night. "That's a good mutt," you say mockingly, leaning down to pat his head. You then take a seat on your plush bed and motion him closer. He obeys, crawling a bit closer to you on his hands and knees.
As he sits on his knees before you, he keeps his hands to his sides and tries his best to ignore his already hard cock. He tried to bring less attention to it but covering it would only make it obvious that he's hiding an erection. He might as well be open with his shame. "Aww, you're already hard? Hard from me telling you to strip and and putting a collar on you? You're so adorably pathetic." Even so, Leon wasn't safe from your torment. He whines as he now attempts to cover up his dick, only for his hands to be kicked away.
"Hey. Who said you could cover up? You don't deserve to hide anything from me, mutt," you emphasize your cruel words with a harsh tug on the leash attached to his collar. He stumbles forward a bit before regaining his balance and putting his hands behind his back. Leon's visibly trembling now, and you can tell your words have had an effect on him. "Fuck, it's almost like you're even harder than before. Then again I could barely tell. Your dick is so small and cute, you know that?" You give him a wicked smile before tugging on his leash even harder.
Finally, Leon begins to crack. He pulls on the collar as you're nearly chocking him with it and you can see the tears start to well up in his eyes, despite his best efforts to hide them. He wasn't even that small! He was a reasonable six inches! Though that didn't mean anything to you, you were hellbent on pointing out everything you saw unfit about him. But despite that, his pretty dick began to drip pre-cum, twitching a bit.
"And you're still getting off on this shit, no touch anywhere. You're really making me think you're just another pervert, mutt." While you sounded disgusted on the outside, you were truly thrilled. You were drinking up your mutt's pathetic reactions like it was all you needed to survive. You eye him hungrily as he shakes his head, muttering a few "not a pervert" and some other stuff that you didn't bother to listen to.
"I'm real fucking tired of seeing your pathetic cocklet, so hurry up and get off," you say, pressing the heel of your boot against Leon's weeping cock. "HhhnNGH! S-Sir!" Leon whimpers as you press your shoe harshly onto his dick, the rough stimulation making him let go of the tears collecting in his eyes, letting them fall freely. He sobs openly as he humps your shoe, leaning into the cruel treatment your were giving him, the flush from his face reaching his chest and shoulders a bit.
He continues to let out adorable moans as the rough texture of your boot rub on his aching length and he can't help but think about how mean you are to him. The crude marks you make towards him and his body, that sadistic gleam in your eyes when you looked at him...but he was ashamed of himself for being the slut that enjoyed the humiliation he received from you. He embraced it all, getting pleasure out of your twisted interactions that always left his sobbing and trembling. And he would always coming back from more, like a lost puppy.
"...Hey. Mutt." your cold voice jerks him out of his dreamy state. "Hurry the fuck up. The quicker you finish, the quicker you can put your sad excuse of a dick away." Those last words of yours were all Leon needed to cum. He covered his mouth as he came all over your boot, covering it with his cum as he trembled from the strength of his orgasm. Despite his hand covering his mouth, it didn't hide the slutty moans coming out of him. While Leon is clinging onto your leg still coming down from his orgasm, you shake him off. "You're not done yet," you say and motion to the cum on your shoe. "Clean."
With that single word order, Leon wordlessly obeys, bending down to reach your shoe. As he sticks his togue out, you add salt to the wound, pushing the tip of your shoe into his mouth. It immediately makes him recoil, tears jumping to his eyes. Still, he dutifully licks his cum off of your shoe, his tears falling down his face the whole time. God, you make him feel so fucking pathetic. He whines as he laps up the last drops of cum. You yank on his collar again and he comes back up to face you. The moment he gets back up, you step on his dick again, grinding your shoe into his oversensitive dick.
"GhHK! N-no-- uhnn!" Leon sobs as you stimulate his poor dick once again. You really weren't going to give up your relentless bullying. "You're done when I say you're done," you state simply as you continue to crush his dick underneath your shoe. Leon doesn't know how beautiful he looks right now. His eyes are glazed over while fresh tears fall from them and roll down his pink cheeks. A thin line of drool escapes from his open mouth, perfecting the lewd image. You were never going to get enough of tormenting your mutt. And Leon was never going to get tired of being the outlet for your sadistic desires.
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p-antomime · 3 years ago
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⠀ᨳ — haitani ran + kurokawa izana + power play!
a/n: i wasn't intending to write this, BUT, the concept (see here) that i was presented with was SO good and inspired me so much that i ended up writing the scene written in the ask in a detailed manner!
thank you, anon. <3<3
for context, inspired by this here.
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warnings: hard dom!ran, switch!izana, f!reader, hanma is mentioned, slight degradation, power play (ran → izana/reader), baton play + impact play, face fucking (ran → izana)┊mdni!
⠀⠀⠀ᨳ wc: 1,3K.
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— Tsk, gross. — Ran, sitting in his swivel chair, hissed more to himself than to you who were bent over his lap as his baton descended against the molested skin of your ass once again.
One descent of his baton against the soft skin of that region of your body was equivalent to a percentage of his jealousy being mesmerized and amplified. And every arch your back gave because of his actions equaled how much Ran was willing to extend that punishment until he had you crying out completely over his lap.
— Are we in...? — He knew what number the two of you had stopped at, but he wanted to see if you had done anything using your brain for the last few minutes besides just standing around trying not to moan and having your slick run down your thighs.
— Almost... Almost twenty. — And once again, his baton came down against the soft skin of your ass, you arched your back biting lips as eyes rolled up and hands tried to hold onto anything that would help your fingers ease the tension of having your pussy aching to be used.
— "Almost twenty” is not a number, mutt. — Ran whispered rubbing the skin of your right buttock with the extension of the baton. — Don't you know how to use your words properly with me anymore?
— I... — Your voice faltered and you thought it best to bite your lips before answering, the look on the man's face above you was still intelligible and it was hard to know what he was thinking when he was jealous. — We're on the twenty- three, Ran.
— See? It's not hard to try to be a good girl for me, you even look like... — His eyes fell on your buttocks, which were starting to redden from the pounding of his baton. — Cute, not pretty. — And again, another stroke against his soft skin, another dose of pain coursing deliciously through yourveins, another series of moans escaping from deep in your throat. — Stupid puppies don't deserve to be called pretty, right?
And immediately your head moved in agreement.
Another lowering of his baton, a moan louder than the previous ones escaping your mouth. That last moan of yours ran straight through Izana's arteries, traveling down his back and reaching his cock that begged for attention as his body continued to kneel beside Ran's swivel chair and yours.
His face more or less at the height of yours, since you were arranged over the older Haitani's lap and your platinum haired other boyfriend was not standing in all the glory he had outside four walls.
— Did the cat get your tongue? — Ran asked you and you gasped as you felt him hit your ass again.
— N-No.... No! No, Ran, I'm sorry, I... — And another downswing from his baton.
You were definitely erring in all your actions today and attempts to please him just as your ass was getting redder and redder and hurting.
He didn't care about you needing to sit for the rest of the week because he didn't need to care. It was your problem.
— I didn't ask for an "apology", for my question 'Yes' or 'No' was enough. — Ran spoke as if it were obvious and spread your legs a little farther apart from the end of his baton. — Uh-hm, and you're soaking wet. — He rubbed that object in your folds slowly, his eyes fixed on the way you reacted and his other arm slipping around your waist to keep you still on his lap. — As expected.
Slowly, Ran slid some of his baton into your tight pussy. Your walls widening to accommodate it and the feeling of being too full taking hold of your body with a slowness that almost tore your sanity apart. Your juices sliding down the length of the object as it began to be withdrawn and reinserted inside you.
It was insanely nice, good to have something easing your need to be fucked after spending long minutes being treated like a stress relieving doll.
But each time Ran removed it from inside you, the fingers and knuckles of his hand made a point of rubbing against the sensitive, abused skin of your ass. It was inevitable to get little tears around your eyes that eventually ran down the cheeks and began to wet the floor.
And Izana didn't even have the courage to lean forward to wipe your pretty face, because his action would not go unnoticed by Ran.
— Uh? — The older Haitani's lilac eyes roved over your tear-streaked face as his hand continued to move the baton inside you, widening and narrowing your walls as you were fucked and the wet sounds of your juices grew louder. — Crying already? Disappointing. — His tone was mocking and it made your pussy clench tighter. — I can tell you're a slut when you're crying and wanting to cum at the same time. — You whimpered, trying to force your hips against the baton.
Ran took the object a little deeper into you and pulled louder moans from your throat.
And then his eyes falling on Izana's, who now could barely stop himself from squirming listening to the sounds coming from between your legs.
A smirk was drawn on Ran's lips and slowly his hand pulled the baton from between your thighs, receiving a frustrated groan from you as you found yourself empty, with nothing making you feel full. The object stopped in front of the face of the man kneeling beside you both.
— You've been such a naughty puppy since earlier, what do you have to say for yourself, hm? — Ran's eyebrows rose suggestively and Izana could do nothing more than swallow dryly, stare at the thing in front of him and whimper almost as if he was the whore in heat, not you. — Oh, you want that? — He let out a mischievous chuckle before he saw the kneeling man slowly open his mouth and the object was shoved deep into his mouth, reaching his throat.
In that respect, Izana is smarter than you.
Ran didn't have to speak or do or command anything at all, his other puppy was already sucking the baton the same way he did every time with Hanma's fingers when he was about to use them to fuck your pussy.
— Oh, how good! You're taking it so well! — Ran spoke in small praises with a half wicked, half lascivious smile as he began to fuck Izana's throat with that long object and watched him almost gasp too much and choke as he licked your juices off. — Such a good puppy.
It was obvious that Izana had never had anything more than Ran or Hanma's slender fingers inside his mouth, his gag reflex made that obvious.
If before the baton was soaked with your juices, now it was the same with Izana's saliva.
And you were feeling even more aroused, your pussy clenching around nothing and clit throbbing, at the sight of that handsome boy having his face and mouth fucked by the same object that was previously inside you.
Before you could whimper for Ran to use you again, the sound of a notification on his phone resounded through the room. You immediately bent down to get up and stand, grabbed the smartphone with the screen now glowing and handed it to him.
At the same time as the purple haired man with dark highlights suddenly removed the baton from inside Izana's mouth, who immediately tried to catch his breath as his cock was aching inside his pants, a sneaky smile appeared on his lips.
— Hanma's back. — Ran's agile, watchful eyes fell first on you and then on his other puppy still kneeling.
You swallowed dryly, shuddering beside the swivel chair. Your heart beating insanely faster and thighs squeezing into each other. And Izana, on the other hand, stood with eyes gleaming with excitement as if he had received the best news of the week.
Hanma was worse than Ran.
Ran didn't punish you specifically to make you cry, but Hanma? Hanma put his hands on you as if you were a porcelain doll and the intention was precisely to break you.
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