#it makes it look like a choker collar

[frostbeees]

🇺🇸 vs 🇨🇦 • 8.3.24

[fisheito]

I know I've made my stance on the issue qUITE apparent. But just to reiterate

[c0rpsedemon]

one thing i'm trying to keep in mind while designing the cast of the resurrectionists is that they're all constantly changing clothes + ideally there will be ppl cosplaying these characters someday and i'd much rather see morana cosplays done in old btssb pieces that technically aren't things she wears than morana cosplays in cheap mass-produced versions of her canon outfits from aliexpress so i'm trying to make them all recognizable by a defining feature or two + fashion (sub)style alone

[bunnys-kisses]

kink-o-ween - day fourteen

lando norris - collars/leashes

cw: smut/pwp, collars & leashes, dom/sub, dirty talk/degrading language, rough sex, possessive behavior, missionary sex, protected sex

kink-o-ween: formula one edition - call of duty edition

it was a choker. not a collar.

it was gold in colour and it was supposed to math your outfit for the dinner you and lando were attending. but anytime you caught sight of your boyfriend, you noticed his eyes on your neck.

and when he caught sight of you staring at him, he just smiled at you. he wished he could take a photo of you in the collar (choker). but about halfway through the dinner he decided that he could buy you something better.

something with his name on it.

it was a gift weeks later. you often got gifts from lando, he was that kind of partner. where he handed wrapped presents over to you casually with a smile that could melt glaciers.

but your surprise came when you unwrapped the box delicately and revealed the collar inside. it was black leather with padding on the inside and the charm in the front was his logo.

he turned your face to look at him and smiled, "how does it look?"

you jokingly asked, "are we getting a dog?" and soon lando's hand was on your thigh, pushing up the skirt you were wearing. he beamed at you, the boyish smile with something evil underneath.

"no, sweetheart. it's for you." his tone was sweet as he got closer to you. he saw how you held the collar, like it was the crown jewels. you'd look better with it around your throat.

"why the collar?" you asked as you felt a sexual shudder through your body. your pulse leapt at what was brewing inside of your lover.

his gaze met yours, "oh, for you wear to wear! after all, you're mine, right?" you swallowed and it only excited him more.

his hands hit your panties and pulled at the waistband to make it snap against your hip. there was something about lando norris that pulled you in. even when he bought you a collar.

it wouldn't go on you until you were naked and kneeling on his bed. the padded parts around your throat felt very comfortable, it wasn't tight enough to choke you. but, tight enough to make its presence known for you. you were wearing a symbol of him. the 'l' and the 'n' of his logo gleamed in the bedroom light.

he leaned in to kiss and you said, "you look amazing." before he pulled you into bed with you, "next time i'll get you a leash. so you don't wander too far." his joke only excited him more and you moaned against his jaw.

he got you onto your back and licked his lips. you looked up at him, you looked almost like a puppy. but, that was something for another day. while the sun shined through the trees outside, it was the two of you in his place.

"lando."

"i know. fuck, you look beautiful." he laughed a little as he rubbed his hard cock up against you. you saw that the head was dribbling a bit of precum. he tilted your chin to look up at him, "who's my good girl?"

you nodded and replied, "i am."

he leaned in to kiss you on the apple of your cheek before he let go of your chin to grab a condom from the nightstand. you were both careful that way. he laid up against you with his knees a little bent. he was chest to chest with you.

he admired your beauty below him as he got your legs around his waist. he exhaled deeply before he said, "you are beautiful. so beautiful. look pretty with my claim around your throat." he rubbed himself up against you and you moaned a little louder.

"please, lando."

"you can't stop me. i'm only saying what i'm seeing." his cock was painfully hard and it made you excited all over. his got his cock into you and you tense up for a moment.

then you relaxed and held onto his shoulders. he planted hands on either side of your waist and moved against you. your hips angled at a way to hit the perfect spot. you whined a little bit and held onto his shoulders as he bullied his cock against you.

lando wanted your collared, leashed, gagged, bound, anything he could get you in. he loved being the man on top, the one who pulled orgasm after orgasm out of you. that made you see stars with the intensity of his movements.

you deserved only the best and that was what lando was. the best of the best.

he kissed at your jaw and raised a hand to your neck, where he placed his large palm over your throat. he groaned a little bit at the feeling of you. he couldn't feel your pulse through the padding, but he knew that your heart was racing at that moment.

"next time i just might use my hand as a collar. you look really pretty like this." he applied a little pressure, not enough to choke you. but enough that it made your cunt clench around him.

he licked his lips at the sight of you as he thrusted harder into you. he could feel the sweetest parts of you. how amazing you felt under his grasp. he was a greedy lover. possessive in certain ways. he always wanted to find ways to stake his claim on you. to make sure that you'd only want him.

the idea of him using his hand like a collar made your stomach flip, especially when you felt your brain get swarmed with the heat of lust. you could feel your heartbeat in your stomach as he continued to thrust against you. his pace was brutal and felt like he was pushing all your organs up.

you held onto him tightly, you even went as far as to leave a nice purple hickey on his neck. which only enticed him more, if he was going to mark you with a pretty collar. then you were going to mark him with a pretty hickey.

not that lando cared too much about the press' view of it come the next race. he'd wear it with pride, the knowledge that he was getting what those reporters were lacking. good pussy.

his thrusts were brutal and you held on for dear life. you moaned a little louder as the heat trailed through your body. you felt electric, you felt alive. you core throbbed with need for your handsome boyfriend. only lando could convince you to wear a collar like a dog.

maybe he could even convince you to bark if he really tried.

"you feel real good, sweetheart." he purred as he admired you with every hard thrust. he could see the shift in your breasts with every hard thrust of his hips.

"mmm, lando." you tilted your head a little farther back and he eyed the gleam of the charm. you were properly owned by him and that made his heart race.

he held onto the bed under as he really worked himself against you. you were painfully pretty with a collar on. he wanted you to wear his logo at all times. and if that didn't work then maybe some hickies on your skin.

his pace began to become less steady as he worked your cunt. feeling it grip around his cock and make him see stars. you felt like a dream against him as he moved. your arms were soon wrapped around his neck and the two of you were deeply kissing.

"so beautiful and all mine." he praised. it made something curl in his gut as he held onto the covers tightly. you two were chest to chest and your kisses lingers across his cheeks.

your back arched a little bit as you felt the thrill of pleasure through you. your toes curled a little as you tensed up and eventually climaxed around his cock. you held him close and added another bite to his neck. it made him groan, he liked that.

"you are an angel." he groaned, his pace only quickened and fucked you with such force that it made your body feel overstimulated. you gasped loudly as he bullied his cock up against you.

"please, lando." you whined as you arched your back a little more. but you were trapped under him as he fucked you with a high intensity. with a few more heavy thrusts of his hips, he finished in the condom.

he tensed up then relaxed as he felt the flood of emotions in his brain. he panted heavily as he clutched onto the bed tightly. he kissed you on the lips as he slowed his pace down to a stop.

"fuck." you exhaled when he broke the kiss.

lando stopped and then dropped on the bed beside you. he looked at you as you turned to face him. his fingers trailed across the collar and he licked his lips. you looked divined, sexually blissed out and collared.

"how does another round sound?" he asked with a hint of a smile.

you held his face, "you're insatiable, lando."

"of course, sweetheart. only for you." he said as his hands dragged across your heated skin. he needed you in every way he could have you. and with the sun still in the sky, there was more than enough time to enjoy his girlfriend.

-

while the collar couldn't have been worn while you were out and about. but lando thought of that when he bought the collar. so while you were out of your shared home, you had a choker (not collar) with a little charm of his logo on it.

a reminder always, that you were his. and his only. <3

[archive-of-the-lost]

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮?)

Content: No pronouns, reader is referred to as "you", a lot of these are more fem (ex: makeup) though

𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢: Thigh-high boots. Thigh-high socks are appealing to him too, but boots have a more assertive air to them. If you ever wore them out, your legs will be the only thing he looks at the entire time.

𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚: Eyeliner. He has an eye fetish, so eyeliner that defines your eyes will have him making eye contact 24/7. It's almost unnerving. He doesn't care what style, as long as it suits your eye shape.

𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢: Soft hoodie or sweater. It's so nice to hug you when you're wearing something soft, like cuddling up to a soft toy. If you don't push him away after a while, he'll try to fall asleep right on top of you.

𝐑𝐞𝐨: Blazer. He doesn't think much of blazers normally, but they look fantastic on you (simply because it's you). The way you look so suave and professional. It makes him want to take you to a work dinner, but as a date. Does that make sense?

𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢: Necklaces. Not so much the necklace itself, but really the part where he offers or you ask him to help you put the necklace on, and he gets a good view of your nape while he does it. He takes way longer than he should every time.

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐮: Any black chunky shoes. Doc Martens, Mary Janes. Especially if they sound heavy. He'll be taking pictures of you and your shoes as you walk down the street like you're a model or something.

𝐒𝐚𝐞: Thin jewelry. Necklaces, bracelets, anklets. As long as it isn't eye catching, he'll paradoxically be drawn to staring at it. He likes messing with the chain, rubbing it in between his fingers or twisting it around his index finger if it's long enough.

𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫: Chokers, especially the ones that look like collars. It's hot. Before the both of you head out for your date, he likes to hook his finger under your choker and pull you closer, usually for a kiss. He gets the urge to do it in public too, but controls himself because he cares about his reputation.

𝐍𝐞𝐬𝐬: Glitter. Glitter eyeshadow, shimmer mist. Any makeup products like make you look like an ethereal fairy will have him staring at you in awe, as if you cast a spell on him. You can put it on him too, if you want. He'd be interested.

𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐨: Any lip product. He likes a cute smile, so anything that highlights the lips is attractive to him. He's partial to more unusual shades like purple, black, blue and green. But any colour that suits your skin tone best looks great to him. He also finds braces endearing.

Note: It's been so long since I last posted fanfiction on tumblr. I'm kind of nervous.

[littlest-w01f]

Naughty kitten

"Pet play" with:

Sylus x Reader

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Summary: Sending a pic of yourself laying in Sylus' bed half naked to him gets you in trouble when he gets home earlier than planned.

Cw: Pet play, kitten/master titles, fingering, sex toys, collars, anal play, d/s dynamics, subspace, Smut 18+ MDNI

You knew you were playing with fire when Sylus had texted that he would be busy in a meeting and you had snuck into his home, already preparing for his return. But you couldn't help yourself, you did look cute, in your new white lace set, a headband of fluffy cat ears on your head, and a choker necklace.

With a swift movement, you pulled out your phone and snapped a picture of yourself lounging seductively on his bed. You giggled softly, your voice carrying an edge of excitement and desire. The bedroom was dimly lit, casting long shadows across the walls as you posed provocatively on the plush comforter. Your skimpy white lace lingerie left little to the imagination, the delicate fabric clinging to your curves. The fluffy cat ear headband added a playful touch, contrasting with the sultry choker.

As you snapped a photo, your full lips curled into a mischievous grin, revealing a hint of excitement beneath the surface, facing one of the many mirrors in his bedroom. The camera captured every detail, the way your breasts strained against the lace, the subtle dip of your waist to your hips that swayed enticingly in every pose. The soft muscles on you from training day and night.

You took plenty of photos, in different forms, showing each part of yourself, pulling the laces to the side to get a few bare despite the lingerie you wore, a few pulling on the choker you wore, it was too cat-like, something you had jokingly send Sylus a link of and he had brought for you. It was pink and white, fluffy, holding a round bell where it sat over your throat, making a jingling noise whenever you moved your head.

As you continued snapping photos, the bell on your choker jingled softly with each subtle movement, drawing attention to the provocative piece of jewellery adorning your slender neck. The fluffy material felt luxurious against your skin, adding a sensual texture to the overall visual feast you were presenting.

Your hands roamed over your body, adjusting to expose more cleavage, tugging at the hemline to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of smooth thighs. Each pose was more alluring than the last, your expressions ranging from coy and innocent to bold and seductive.

Sitting in his bed, you looked through the best, choosing one where your breasts were fully exposed to the mirror, the lace barely hanging on, your face like you didn't know what you were doing. And another an up-close pic of the choker. You smirked as you sent both of those to Sylus, a cheeky, "What do you think about these, master?" with a wink.

The moment you hit 'send', a rush of anticipation coursed through your veins, leaving your breath hitched and your heart pounding. The thrill of teasing Sylus this way, knowing how much he craved you, filled you with an intoxicating mix of fear and exhilaration.

In the quiet solitude of the room, you allowed yourself to indulge in the fantasy, your fingers tracing along the curves of your breasts, imagining his hands on them instead. The sensation was so intense, that you could almost swear you felt his touch, his gaze burning into your skin as he admired your chosen pictures.

Your phone vibrated with a notification, and you hurried to pick it up, it was a simple text, "Oh my wau!" You giggled slightly, at his misspelt words, and feeling triumphant you made him fumble, he then sent another, this time, correct spelling, "Stay like that."

It didn't take minutes, before there were red and black tendrils of energy in the room, Sylus' Evol, and you knew he was close. You reached for the tendrils and they grabbed you, flipping you on your hands and knees.

The room grew charged with the presence of Sylus's Evol, its ethereal tendrils wrapping around you like silken bands, lifting you effortlessly onto all fours. The position left you vulnerable, your ass elevated high, the thin lace of your panties no match for the predatory hunger in the air.

Sensing his approach, your heart pounded wildly in your chest, sending thrills straight to your core. Every nerve ending tingled with raw excitement, your entire being aching for the sight of him, craving his touch, his claim.

The sound of his footsteps echoed through the house, growing louder with each passing second until finally, he stood in the doorway. His gaze locked onto your body, fiery and possessive, his aura pulsating with lustful intent.

"Kitten couldn't keep to herself, could she?" He taunted, his energy holding your head down, ass up. With a swift move, his large hand connected to your exposed skin, "Hmm? Disturbing me while I'm working? Not smart, sweetie."

A sharp smack resounded through the room as his hand came crashing down on your ass, a perfect combination of sting and warmth seeping into your flesh. Your yelp was muffled by the firm hold on your head, pressing you against the pillow, leaving you utterly helpless under his control.

"You're such a bad girl," He murmured, leaning over your back to deliver another stinging blow, this time right above the curve of your ass. His laughter echoed around you, rough and amused, fueling the heat coiling within you. "But you look so adorable like this." He pulled playfully at your cat ears, pulling your head back, making the collar ring.

His hands roamed freely now, exploring every inch of your exposed skin, gripping, pinching, squeezing until you writhed beneath him, desperate for more. His fingers dipped beneath the elastic to tease your slick folds. "Let's see if you can handle the consequences of tempting me away from work."

"Mmmm, Master..." You moaned, pushing back into his hand, the movement making the bell on your neck ring louder, the sound almost hypnotic. "Please-"

"Aww, look at you, thinking you can get what you want, kitten," Sylus taunted, pulling his fingers away from your fluttering cunt.

His teasing fingers slipped away, leaving you panting and aching for more. The absence of his touch only served to heighten your need, your clit throbbing with unmet desire.

"You'll have to earn it," He whispered, his voice low and husky, a promise drenched in carnal intent. His hand returned to its previous spot, delivering a series of swift slaps that resonated through your whole body.

Each strike sent shockwaves of pleasure-pain coursing through your nerves, driving you closer to the brink. But still, he denied you, withholding the satisfaction you so desperately craved.

You moaned loudly, tears lining your eyes. Sylus caught your reflection in a mirror, a fake pout on his lips, "Oh, is this not what you planned, sweetie?"

Watching himself in the mirror, Sylus's expression softened, a rare glimpse of tenderness flickering across his features. He leaned down, pressing his lips to the small of your back, whispering words of encouragement meant to soothe the ache in your body.

"But don't worry, kitten," He assured, his hot breath tickling your sensitive skin. "I'll make sure you enjoy every consequence." His hands resumed their exploration, fingers sliding between your slick folds once again, teasing the entrance of your dripping cunt. He circled your swollen clit with expert precision, coaxing moans and whimpers from your parted lips.

"I want-" You rasped out, buckling your hips against his hand, lost in the pleasure of his hand. Head spinning.

"Want who, kitten?" Sylus taunted.

"You, Master." You whined.

Sylus's chuckle rumbled against your back as he increased the pace of his ministrations, fingers delving deeper into your clenching heat. Each thrust sent sparks of ecstasy racing up your spine, your inner walls quivering around his fingers.

"Yes, you do," He purred, nipping at the tender flesh of your shoulder blade. "And I'm going to give you exactly what you need."

With a deft twist of his wrist, he curled his fingers inside you, stroking that secret spot that made stars explode behind your eyelids. Your climax built rapidly, coiled tight and ready to unleash, until suddenly, he pulled away, leaving you empty and gasping.

"No coming yet, kitten," Sylus commanded, his voice a low growl. "We're just getting started."

You nodded, staying still, you turned your head to see him rummaging through a chest, "What are you looking for, Master?"

"Nothing you need to worry your fluffy head about, kitten," He simply said, his back facing you. While he was turned away from you, you used that time to salivate over his body, eyes going over his silver hair, broad shoulders, his back flexing and relaxing, the curve of his ass, his thick thighs, you swallowed hard.

Feeling your gaze upon him, Sylus paused in his search, a satisfied smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He glanced back at you over his shoulder, catching your lust-filled stare, his crimson eyes filled with the same desire. The intensity in your eyes sent a surge of pride through his veins, bolstering his already rampant desire.

"Just enjoying the view, kitten?" He teased, turning back to his task, his movements deliberate and purposeful. He withdrew something long and glistening from the depths of the chest, a dildo, crafted to mimic his own sizeable cock. It was clear from his smirk that he intended to fill you up with it, just as he did with his real one. Returning to you, he approached slowly, the dildo dangling between his fingers. "Ready for your punishment, kitten?"

Your throat was suddenly dry at the sight, you nodded, knowing this was going to hurt. Sylus approached you, not bothering to remove your lingerie, he just pushed it to the side, smiling gleefully at the sight of your dripping cunt.

With a wicked glint in his eye, Sylus pressed closer, the cold touch of the dildo brushing against your heated skin. He traced the tip along your slit, teasing the entrance of your cunt without entering, relishing the way your body arched into the touch.

"Good, kitten." He breathed out, aligning the toy with your eager cunt. With a single, fluid motion, he thrust the dildo into you, filling you to the brim. A strangled cry escaped your lips as the stretch enveloped you, the sensation overwhelming.

You tried to struggle away but Sylus's hands gripped your hips firmly, anchoring you in place as he began to set a punishing rhythm, each thrust meeting your resistance with a grunt of exertion.

Your screams echoed off the walls as Sylus drove the dildo deep, the rigid toy stretching your insides to their limits. Tears streamed down your face, mingling with the sweat beading on your brow, but despite the pain, a twisted sense of pleasure pulsed through your body as you ground back.

Each brutal thrust rubbed against that sensitive spot within, the pressure building with every stroke. Your nails dug into the bed, trying to find purchase as he fucked you mercilessly, the dildo scraping against your cervix with each harsh pump.

"Take it, kitten," Sylus growled, his voice raw with lust. "This is what happens when you disturb my work. You wanted attention, now you've got it." He leaned over your back, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered.

All sense had left you, an ach in your stomach as your cunt tried its best to stretch to the size of the dildo, the jingle of the bell was a sharp sound that kept ringing in the room, moans and groans leaving your lips.

Sylus slammed the toy inside you as deep as it could go, fumbling with the base of it for a moment, it started to vibrate, making you fall flat on the bed, "Now purr for me, kitten."

The vibrations coursing through the dildo intensified, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through your core. Your toes curled, your legs trembling as the sensations threatened to overwhelm you entirely. Yet even as your body shook, Sylus continued his relentless assault, the toy plunging into your depths with ruthless efficiency.

"I said purr for me," he demanded once more, punctuating his words with a particularly brutal thrust. The command hung heavy in the air, a challenge thrown down before you. And despite the haze of pain and pleasure clouding your mind, you knew you had no choice but to obey.

"M-Master-" A broken mewl escaped your lips, morphing into a desperate, keening wail as the vibrations pushed you closer to the edge. Your inner muscles clenched around the invading toy, drawing it deeper, seeking more of that delicious friction.

He left the dildo buried inside you, vibrating on the torturous setting that had you seeing stars, "See, that was easy," He taunted.

You felt his hands grip at your lace, ripping it off your body, you weren't in the right mind to care how much you loved the pair. His hands explored your body.

Sylus's hands roamed your curves possessively, pinching and kneading your breasts as if they were his personal playthings. He rolled your nipples between his fingers, twisting them just shy of pain, drawing a ragged gasp from your lips.

His other hand slid down to cup your ass, squeezing the supple flesh roughly. Leaning in close, he nipped at your earlobe, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "You look so pretty like this, all spread out and helpless," he murmured, his voice a low, seductive purr. "Just waiting for me to use you however I please." As if to illustrate his point, he reached down and adjusted the vibrator's speed, increasing the intensity to a maddening buzz.

You cry loudly, thrusting your hips in the air, as if trying to push the dildo out, but every time it got even a little out of your drooling cunt, Sylus pushed it back in.

"Cum for me, kitten," He commanded, The words were barely out of Sylus's mouth before your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, your cunt spasming around the dildo as waves of intense pleasure ripped through your body, drenching the sheets in your release. Your cries filled the room, echoing off the walls, a symphony of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

Your entire being focused on the sensation, on the throbbing pulse of the dildo as it drove you further toward obliviation. But Sylus wasn't done with you yet. As your climax subsided, he slowed the thrusts, giving you just enough reprieve to catch your breath before starting the cycle again. Making sure you cum over and over again on the toy, drenching the sheets.

Your thighs trembled as you barely felt a cool gel spread over your ass, his finger pushing in through the tight rings of muscles. Sylus's fingers probed at your tight rear entrance, slick with lube, coaxing the resistant ring of muscle to relax and accept his intrusion. Slowly, inch by inch, he worked a digit past the initial barrier, sinking knuckle-deep into your ass.

"Shh, just breathe," He crooned, his free hand rubbing soothing circles on your lower back, he knew your body better than you did, knew the way you curved when you needed comfort. "You're doing so well, taking me so nicely. Such a good kitten."

He scissored his fingers, stretching you gently, preparing you for what was to come. Once he deemed you ready, he added a third finger, pumping them in tandem with the dildo still lodged in your dripping cunt, a faint stretch of muscle separating the two.

The dual stimulation of the dildo and his fingers sent another ripple of pleasure through your already sensitized nerves. Your body twitched under his ministrations, your body writhing against the bed as he stretched and teased your most forbidden entrance.

Despite the discomfort, there was something undeniably erotic about the feeling of him exploring both your holes. And here you were, spread wide open for Sylus, willingly submitting to his every whim.

"Fuck…yes…" you moaned, trying to find your voice, unable to contain yourself anymore. The combination of pleasure and pain was intoxicating, driving you closer to the brink once more. "Master please-"

You tensed up instinctively as you felt the blunt head of Sylus's cock pressing insistently against your ass. The knowledge of what was to come sent a shiver of trepidation down your spine, even as your body thrummed with anticipation.

"Relax, kitten," Sylus murmured, his voice a low rumble in your ear. "Breathe through it. Let me in."

With a slow, steady pressure, he began to ease himself into you, the thick girth of his shaft parting you with a burning stretch. Your hands fisted in the sheets, your teeth gritted against the overwhelming sensation of fullness as he sank deeper and deeper into your willing body.

By the time he was fully sheathed, you were panting, your skin slick with sweat. He stayed still, letting you get used to both the stretches in your cunt and ass, hands curling around the back of yours to pin you down, kissing your shoulders to soothe you.

His hands caressed yours, trailing up your arm as he playfully but your fluffy ears while looking into your eyes in the mirror, guiding you back onto him. With a firm grip, he began to move, pulling you back onto his cock with each deliberate thrust, each one sharper as if trying to get the choker ringing louder.

The sound of the choker's bell rang out in time with his pace, a lewd melody that only served to heighten your arousal. The dual penetration was exquisite torture, your stretched cunt and ass clenching rhythmically around their respective invaders. Each movement made the dildo hit your cervix while it continued to vibrate within you, sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating outward.

Your drool dripped freely from your slackened jaw, pooling on the pillow beneath your head. You were utterly lost to the sensations, your mind foggy with lust as you surrendered completely to Sylus's dominance, you let go of any control of yourself, floating in a limbo-like state, brain mushy.

Sylus kept up his punishing pace, hands wrapping around your waist in comfort as he noticed you falling into subspace, trusting him so pully, his hands tightening in yours as he drove deeper but softer into your willing body. The sounds of wet slapping echoed through the room, along with your choked whimpers and mewls. Every thrust seemed to strike a new chord of pleasure within you, building an inferno of desire that threatened to consume you whole.

Your cunt and ass clenched rhythmically around his cock and the dildo, squeezing them both for all they were worth. The vibration of the toy combined with the harsh friction of his cock in your ass sent sparks flying behind your eyelids. You could feel your climax approaching like a freight train, you knew you had already cum plenty of time in your haze, from the vibrations, you couldn't remember when, but you wanted more, and craved it desperately.

Sylus could sense your impending orgasm, the way your body tightened and quivered beneath him. He leaned down, his chest pressed flush against your back, his hips never faltering in their relentless rhythm.

"That's it, my little kitten," He growled in your ear, his voice rough with exertion and lust. "Cum for me again."

With those words, he reached around and pressed his thumb firmly against your clit, rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves in tight, fast circles. The added stimulation was all it took to send you hurtling over the edge, your vision whiting out as ecstasy consumed you.

As your screams crescendoed, pushing the dildo out of your cunt from the force of your release, Sylus finally succumbed to his own desires, his climax hitting him like a sledgehammer. His cock jutted inside you, pulsing hot jets of cum deep into your abused hole. He grunted, his body tensing as he emptied himself into you, marking you internally as his own.

The feeling of being filled so thoroughly, of having his seed flooding your insides, brought you back to reality slowly. The afterglow of the orgasm washed over you, making your limbs heavy and your mind blissfully empty. You panted softly, your body limp beneath him, a satisfied smile curling your lips despite the exhaustion that threatened to claim you.

Sylus smiled down at you, his breathing heavy, "Is this what you wanted?" Sylus grinned, leaning down to kiss your neck softly, his movements now tender rather than demanding.

All you could do was give a little nod. He gathered you close, wrapping his arms around you in a protective embrace. The warmth of his body enveloped you, providing a comforting contrast to the lingering chill of post-orgasmic bliss.

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[webism]

KINKTOBER DAY FOUR: collaring with suguru geto.

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im ngl the demons kind of just turned this into a possession kink fic sorry. also a quick cw beause i use some fantasy imagery of being branded though its just a passing thought :)

it's a pretty thing, the collar that suguru gifts you one evening after a few glasses of his favourite red wine. says he had kept it aside for a while now, that he was contemplating the right time to offer you the chance at something new.

its a simple looking thing, almost enough to look like a bold choker—almost. if not for the hoop around the front to latch a leash onto, or the pretty 'suguru' branded onto the backside of it in cursive.

a step towards being wholly owned by him, he calls it. says it's a lovely notion, something pretty around your neck to let the world know you're his—though not as permanent as a tattoo, which he isn't cruel enough to suggest... just yet.

but suguru quickly comes to realise that this whole possession thing, a streak inside of him he hid away from you in fear of putting you off, comes out in full force when you're literally wearing a reminder of his ownership.

it doesn't matter how, or when, or why, but every time he sees you with that pretty little collar strapped around your neck, he's rock hard and animalistic in the ways that he wants to further stake his claim on you. 'mine' seems to become his new favourite word.

he could be introducing you to someone new; smiling as you hang off his arm as he makes introductions. a man, though not half the man suguru is, would rove his eyes over you like he's hungry and your sweet lover would have to snake his hand up to the back of your neck and hook a finger under that out-there necklace everyone compliments. he'd pull it tight, make you gasp as his face remains passive and he, again, introduces you as his.

he could be giving you an innocent kiss, a domestic display of his affections with no sexual undertone at all. one hand that cups your face, fingers digging into your cheek as he swipes over your tongue with his own. the other hand tugging at the hoop that he's really got to buy a leash for. he'd pull you closer, deeper into the kiss, just to claim you with his lips, leave yours kiss-swollen and reddened with need.

he could have you on your knees between his spread legs, head resting against the fat of his thighs as suguru tugs at the leash he got to match the material of your collar. pull your lips closer to his hardened cock that you're not allowed to touch without permission. he could keep you at whatever distance he dictates; what he says goes, and what he owns listens.

or, when he finally lets you wrap those pretty lips around his dick and show him just how much you love the hand that feeds you, he can use that pretty collar of yours to keep your head down and diligent in its worship. you want a chance to breathe? better hope your lover's feeling lenient.

his favourite way to put such a pretty piece of neckwear to good use, though, is when he's got you on all fours. your skin sweaty and stuck to his because he's using that goddamn collar to force your arched back against his front—arms flailing for purchase as he bullies his cock into you like he doesn't own you. like you're to be used and discarded like a toy.

oh and with his face to close to the back of your neck, he's got a perfect view of his name branded into the back of your collar. suguru. you're his, bound to him not only by the collar but by he way you clench impossibly harder around him each time he tugs it back and you're forced to take his cock even deeper, even faster. you're bound to him by the pace he sets, unrelenting and dizzying such as a life with him would be—though narcotic and completely filling in the same breath.

you don't need a collar to be claimed by him. not with how he fucks you, ruts his hips into you like he could never find pleasure elsewhere—he couldn't, not after a taste of you. you don't need a collar to be claimed by his cum, that paints your walls like he's in a sense embedding his essence within you, if one could ever make that poetic. you don't need a collar to be claimed by his kisses, that linger on your shoulders and back as he whispers notes of love over and over in his climax.

you don't need a collar.

but you have one anyway, so suguru might as well use it to force you back onto your knees so you can lick yourself clean from his cock.

[jeongin-lvr]

lee know hard thoughts?

thoughts on lee know fucking you when u have a collar/choker with a bell on it? ><

eeee this is soooo hot I can’t

Minho bought the collar on a whim— a very horny, possibly drunk whim. But that doesn’t mean he can’t use it now in his completely sober, albeit just as horny, state. You laugh at him when he first propositions the use of the collar. You laugh until he doesn’t, then your face flushes and you let out a yelp of surprise. When you finally see the thing it’s like you couldn’t believe it was real. Adorned with a silver bell and light, baby pink leather, a tag laid on the front as if a trophy, engraved with the letters “my pet” on the front. It’s almost surreal when he offers to put it on you— his eyes dark with a slight smirk tugging at his lips. “You’re serious?” He can’t help but laugh at you, “Deadly.”

You’re not sure what compelled you to agree; whether it was the look of desire in your boyfriend’s eyes or the actual need to try the leather collar on, you’ll never know. But you let him pull your hair back and buckle it up for you, watching his eyes flutter and his lips pull in a grin, almost sadistic as he taps your cheek with his finger. He looks like he’s considering what he wants to do, weighing his options. There were truly so many running through his brain right now… each one better than the next. Minho’s eyes flash up to yours again and he simply tells you to get on the bed, all fours, now. And who exactly are you to say no?

The little jingles of the bell on the collar are sending the man into a spiral with every movement you made the bell made twice as loud a noise. One after the other, egging him on, coinciding with your moans and his rugged groans. Minho has you on all fours like a dog— mewling at every thrust of his hips into you. Panting like a dog too, elbows threatening to buckle each time he slams himself back inside you. Minho almost feels bad as he stuffs his fingers into your jaw from behind, tugging your cheek back like a fishhook. He used you as leverage for his thrusts like this.

“Kitty getting fucked so good, isn’t she?” Minho chuckled in your ear, mocking you and digging his fingers harsher against your tongue. You nod blankly as your eyes well up with tears, close to release. “You like the collar, baby? I know you do, kitty, look at you… fuck,” Minho pulls his slobbery fingers out your mouth and drags them down to your collar, jingling the bell between his wet digits, taunting you with a smile. You could feel every inch of his cock ram in and out of you, slowly, then quick again. The pace uneven and staggered, catching you off guard every single time. You can feel him in your chest with how sensitive you were right now. His toned body pressing against yours, the long sighs of pleasure leaving his lips directly into your ear… most of all, that stupid bell. You despised how hot you found it.

“My kitty cat, you’re close, yeah? Gonna cum on my dick like a good pet? Go ahead, I won’t stop you.” He finishes his sentence by dragging his tongue up the side of your cheek, making you shiver, composure cracking as you let out a cry. Pussy clenching around his cock so tight it left him dizzy. You milked his dick, pulsating around him until he had no choice but to cum, “Fuckkk, there ya go…” Minho held your body down on his cock, “Take it like a good pet…”

[ja3hwa]

♡ 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐲 | 𝐒.𝐌𝐆 ♡

Day Sixteen Special - Collaring

【Synopsis】 : Who knew Mingi would be into collars.

『Word count』 : 1.87k

-> Genre: Pwp. Non!idol au

Pairing: Bf!Mingi x Gf!Reader

[Warnings] : Making out. Hickies. Bite marks. Fucking on a rocking chair (yes thats a warning). Unprotected sex. Dirty talk. Pet names. Switch leaning Sub Mingi. Switch leaning Dom reader. Use of the name Mistress. Mingi likes to whimper. Photographs, hehe.

Note: Sooo if anyone knows what Love and Deepspace is... uh, this fic is inspired by Sylus in a collar and the rocking chair card with Zayne.. enjoy hehe. ♡♡

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You were baffled at first when you found out Mingi loved chokers. More so, he loved them more than just a simple fashion statement. The first time you found him eyeing the collars in a Gothic store, your mind wandered to the extent of your lover boy's obsession. And that’s when you found yourself noticing Mingi’s quick glances at the various collars on the wall in the local sex shop. You needed to stop in to buy some lube and condoms since you had run out, but you had decided to have a look around as well. To skillfully watch your lover's reaction, of course. Truth be told, you just wanted to see what Mingi might be into. Your relationship wasn’t new at all, but Mingi and you had yet to try anything outside the basics. Mingi knew what he liked, and he showed confidence in the bedroom a lot. But you, on the other hand. You had no clue. Mingi was your first real committed relationship, so exploring new things was something you both wanted to do.

So this is how you ended up standing right where you are now, collar in hand, feeling the soft leather between your fingers. Mingi was too busy chatting with the clerk about the lube options to notice the item in your hand at first. But when the staff left for the front desk, you sprung into action. Opening the collar, you reached up to hold it against Mingi's neck. He was surprised to say the least, taking a moment to stumble with a confused expression. “W-what are you doing, princess?”

“Just looking.” You giggled, smiling ear to ear as you took in the collar. The metal buckle in the front of it displayed so prettily against Mingi's strong features, while the leather complimented his skin tone. “We need to get this.” You expressed with urgency, looking up at him with bright eyes.

“Y-you want me to wear a collar?” Mingi could feel himself get hard embarrassingly quickly, his palm slightly rearranging his junk inconspicuously. He didn’t think you would be into collaring him. Heck, he didn't know he would be into it, but here he is. “You sure?”

"Oh, I'm more than sure. You would look so cute in nothing but a collar, Min.” Your smile was way too innocently sweet for what had just spilled from your lips. Mingi’s hand came up to grab yours in order to pull the collar away from him before quickly leaning down and whispering in your ear.

“If we don’t get home right now, I might just cum in my pants.” That was all you needed to hear as you both raced for the front counter before running off with cheeky smirks and hushed giggles. The store clerk obviously knew exactly what you two were going to get up to, but neither of you seemed to mind as you both quickly got back to your cozy home in no time. Mingi almost practically broke the front door down with the way he was shaking with the keys tightly in his grasp. But once he got the key into the lock, it was game time.

Shoes and jackets were left in a pile by the entrance; clothes trailed the hallway. Mingi had meant to land on the couch when he picked you up, but you both ended up on the rocking chair in the corner from him tripping on the carpet. Your hand braced on the dark brown leather, sitting up to see your lover’s lust-hazed expression, “Are you okay?” You huffed weakly with a growing smile.

“Better than okay.” Mingi’s lips found yours in haste, his hands squeezing your bare hips while his fingers danced along the hem of your pants. The collar was still tightly in your left hand, while your fingers dug into the cushion. “You smell so delicious, you know…”

Mingi's moans were muffled against your bra-covered tits as he kissed along the top of your chest. Your legs were on either side of his right thigh, letting him lift up the limb so he could press it against your clothed cunt. You sat up, making the chair rock back and forth, your clit rubbing firmly on his thick flesh. You had to bite your lip as you tried to compose yourself, unbuckling the collar with your shaky fingers. “You ready, big boy.”

“You have no idea.” He grunted, pushing his leg up to rock you gently on his leg. If you weren't so desperate to get this collar on him, you would have lost yourself in the pleasure. But you shook the feeling aside, snaking the leather around his exquisite neck. You looped the buckle, fastening the leather, smirking as you watched your gentle giant roll his eyes back slightly.

“Tight enough?” Your voice is barely above a whisper. Mingi’s hand grips your hips harder, his nails digging into your skin as he lets out a noise you’ve never heard from him.

“A little more...” he panted, bucking his hips as the rocking chair kept a steady sway. You followed his request, watching as his brows knitted together weakly and his bottom lip sank between his teeth. He was enjoying this a lot more than you and you couldn’t help but smile at that thought. Your finger slotted in the little half hoop that dangled in the front, before tugging him sharply, making the chair rock forward. He whimpered, his eyes snapping open to look at you pleadingly, your big dom baby was now nothing more than a pathetic mess beneath you.

“Such a pretty boy. You enjoying this baby?” You had no idea where your boost of confidence came from, but you ran with it. Maybe it was the way Mingi looked at you with such submissive eyes or the way you could feel his cock twitch through the thin fabric of his boxers.

“Yes…” He sighed, using the rocking chair to keep you grinding on him steadily. This is when you leaned down to whisper in his ear, your breath tickling his neck gently…“Yes, what?”

Mingi’s mind wandered for a moment, but his mouth moved before he could get in another thought, watching as the words slipped off his tongue without any fight, “Yes, mistress.”

Fuck, if that didn’t almost make you come. The higher pitch in his tone, the way he hiccuped in with the 'm’ to the word. To think Mingi couldn’t get any more perfect, then he pulls this shit. Your hand doesn’t leave the collar while your other moves from the head of the rocking chair to his clothed cock, nimbly pulling it out of its confinement. “Such a good boy.” You purr, stroking his cock firmly. Mingi’s hips buckled and his leg that was held against you dropped, making you get to work by pushing your soaked panties to the side. “You need my pussy big boy?”

“Y-yes. Please. Mistress. I need to feel you so badly.” Mingi felt tears welt on the corners of his beseeching eyes. Shifting quickly with a smug smile, you placed your legs on either side of him, slightly wobbling from the chairs' increasing rocking. Your cunt was directly over his cock, the tip just barely touching, letting him feel the heat drip from your body. His eyes sewn shut as he begged, “Please, hurry. I need it. I need to feel your pretty pussy wrapped around me.”

You were a little stunned, granted a little taken aback. You never thought you’d be into being on top or dominating a man, but here you were, growing more and more turned on by your giant baby's begs and pleas. The way he was crying to feel you. The way he called your mistress. It brought a new and thrilling tingle in your belly. So you bit your lip, slowly lowering yourself onto his cock, feeling every inch sink deep inside you with each passing breath. Yours and Mingi’s moans were harmonised as you both felt like you became one at this very moment. Your eyes fogged over, watching your lover thrash lightly under you while he used the rocking chair to tug you forward, the rest of his length bottoming you out. Mingi’s hands that were still on your hips moved to your ass, his feet planting on the edge of the rocking chair legs, using his strength to rock the chair, so your body would grind against him without the need to thrust his hips. “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.”

“Min…Argh.” Your hand found its place against the head of the chair once more, but the hand that still held onto the hoop of the collar tugged, hard, causing Mingi to let out a beautiful gasp, his cock twitching at the painful pleasure. Your fingers untangled from the collar to grab his chin, turning his head to the side so your lips could latch onto his soft, heated skin. “Such a pretty boy. I told you, you’d look good in nothing but this collar.”

It was like something snapped in Mingi’s head when he heard those sweet words leave your lips. Bringing his knees up, he fucked up into you with passion, precision, and determination. Your light nibbles turned to bites, as you latched your mouth against his shoulder, screaming as you chomped down onto his flesh. Mingi roared from the pain mixing with pleasure, snapping his hips faster, while snaking a finger to your clit to help you reach the end. It all happened so fast, you swore you saw a white light cloud your vision as you came all over Mingi’s cock. He drilled into you a few more times before he came too, emptying his load heavily inside your abused cunt.

“Fuckk…” You sighed, sitting up slightly to see the hickies littering his neck and the bright bite mark decorated on his shoulder, topping off with the delicate leather tightly bound around his perfect neck. “Pretty boy.”

“Don’t call me that right now. I’ll fuck a baby in you if you’re not careful.” Mingi panted, his chest rising and falling quickly. You just simply chuckled, hopping off him. He watched you shakily walk over to his jeans, taking out his phone that was still in his pocket. While you bent down, he could see his cum dripping down your thighs, making him groan, stroking his already half-hard cock.

You waddled over, sitting back on him with a cheeky smile. Turning on the camera to snap a picture of his destroyed neck, to show him your work. You watched his expression redden when you showed him what he looked like, watching the fire burn in his gaze when you whispered, “Pretty boy."

[gremlingottoosilly]

Is mafia!konig ever jealous?

His jealousy burns your body in many forms. First, it's always the jewelry. Blood-red rubies digging deep into your skin, platinum veins of the newest necklace rubbing the soft skin of your collarbones in all the horrible ways. You're too sensitive for something so heavy, so cold - the metal refuses to get the heat of your body, always biting into your skin so you can never forget what you're wearing. You might not even be a jewelry person, but you're wearing the rings with thorns digging into your digits, you're forcing a choker with an engraved K and a heavy gemstone in the center like a glorified collar. Konig is not insecure, but he is anxious about you forgetting your place. Why you belong to - and who is keeping the roof over your head. He gives you jewelry with his initials so even if his men are fucking you again for being such good boys, you'd never forget who is the one who tightens your leash. The array of marks shows it off too - he buries his teeth deep into your skin, even as you cry and try to push him away. You're far too precious to go out without some part of him embedded into your skin. You're lucky he didn't brand you after you started talking to that errand boy. He did shot him on sight and made you watch over his body being thrown into the nearest river. At least you were smarter than looking at his men after that. If you dare to lay in their affection a bit too long, even as Krueger struggled to get off from your body after a very successful reward reaping, Konig will make sure that you know what exactly who you belong to. Every moan you let go of is of his bidding. Everything you own you own because of him - and if you want to resist, he has opportunities to finally make you shut it. Your husband isn't above locking you up in one of his penthouses, after all.

[scoutswritingcorner]

Pampering and Dates

Poly!Vees x GN!Reader

TW: Valentino, GETS A LITTLE NSFW SO YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. 

A/n: Once again all credit to @aboyscriminalrecord for the amazing idea! I DO NOT CONDONE VALENTINO OR HIS ACTIONS

Being pampered by these three? Is literal heaven, most people see you as their sugar baby..and while they aren’t wrong in some sense they are still wrong. 

As you said before, Vox loves buying you chokers (and collars, shh) that specifically have his name on it! Or maybe a new jacket that has little accessories that scream his name so people know that you’re taken. Wear nothing but the jacket and maybe the choker and he’s keeping you in the bedroom for hours. 

Valentino loves to buy you different lingerie and jewelry, sometimes collars too. He’s a weird kinky bastard. Expect everything from earrings, rings, necklaces, bracelets to straight up barely covering anything lingerie. Yeah…anyways. Everything is in your favorite color or his, he also gets you a gold necklace with his name on it. 

Velvette will get you any type of clothes that you want, but she’ll either be making them or they’ll be very high end and you’d be scared to wear it or even touch it. Also if you wear makeup expect her to buy you high quality and pricey makeup. From makeup palettes, blush, to lipstick. Also will buy you very expensive jewelry but she makes sure it matches any and all outfits. Another one to give you something that has her signature look or scent on her. She wants people to know who you belong to and won’t hesitate to pull you into a kiss in front of her fans.

Dates Wise?

Vox is pulling all the strings to get this high end restaurant all booked out- doesn’t matter if he has to buy it out for the night or kill everyone there. He’s getting this restaurant for you. He’ll even buy it out from the owner and make it your own personal restaurant if you give him the word!

Valentino is making sure everything is set up perfectly from the tablecloth to the dinnerware to even the food. He may have shit sight but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have shit taste. If one thing is wrong he’s killing the chefs and rehiring more. It has to be perfect and anything less than that is an insult to you. Also he knows what wine/alcohol pairs well with whatever dish you're having that night. Trust him, Cariño~

Velvette is totally making sure your outfit is perfect, will she tell you what it’s for? No. She just needs you up on the platform so she can work her magic. You just need to sit there and look pretty like you always do. Also does your makeup too, she has makeup artists yes but she needs to do it for you. Can’t let any sinner fuck up your clothes and then fuck up your makeup! Just let her kiss you every so often to test the lipstick..no she’s not getting sidetracked and yes you have plenty of time before the date!

[bunnys-kisses]

kink-o-ween - day 6

charles leclerc - pet play

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he never knew he needed another puppy in his life.

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

"one last time. do you want this?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you were his good little puppy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[r0-boat]

Aaaa Happy birthday to our beautiful princess

I will probably be choked out because I posted another king on the ruler of envy's birthday XD

Anyways enough yapping

Leviathan NSFW ALPHABET

Cw: breeding, marking, choking, slight branding, chokers and collars.

(Asmodeus Leviathan beef)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

If you want aftercare you're probably going to be disappointed. Levi has never had soft touch in his life. He didn't even know there was such a thing until he flinched away from your touch when you ran your fingers through his hair.

After you explain what it is, he rolls his eyes and tells you it seems stupid(He didn't tell you to stop either). The next time the two have sex, he starts holding you closer and awkwardly press his lips against your neck and shoulders. Don't acknowledge his cuddling, or else he will stop immediately, Turns out he's quite fond of your gentle touch

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

There's two body parts that he absolutely adores He loves your neck, He likes watching the subtle movements He likes The fact that he could leave marks as visible as possible and as dark and big as he wants to. He likes cute little noise you make when he wraps his hand around it.

He also likes your eyes, He will never ever admit how beautiful your eyes are to him. When you catch him looking at you Leviathan rips his gaze away even though all he wants to do is stare into your eyes. He wants all of your attention on him all the time He wants those beautiful eyes to be on him constantly.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Inside you or on you. Marking you with his seed. He has been trying to fuck you deeper ever since Asmodeus came back to hell.

His mind is poisoned with thoughts of how much cum that stinky freak has pumped inside you. He hates being jealous of that disgusting piece of trash, but he can't help it when all he thinks about is the time he stole you away doing who knows what.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Most the time the sex you have with Levi is emotionally charged, rough and needy.

But Leviathan often thinks about what it feel like to make love to you. To have you in His arms as if you were the only one for him and to have you look at him like he was your one and only.

To be so infatuated with each other, that nothing else matters but the two of you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's Not as experienced as you may think. A lot of his movements are more primal and driven by his pure need. He doesn't know how to pleasure you to make you feel good. But he learns over time because he wants to know your body so well that you only come to him.

How does he know how to pleasure you from the beginning? Beel talks a lot even Sometimes giving him unwanted advice...

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary, He wants to see your face contort and pleasure and he wants you to look at him reminder of what he is doing to you and who is making you feel this good. He'll also take any other position that makes his cock reach as deep as possible.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

No, He will shut you up with his hand or his mouth if you ever joke with him when he's balls deep inside you

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He has a routine. That man is as smooth and as bald as glass

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

No he doesn't and he doesn't know how That doesn't mean he doesn't try. It's just old habits are hard to break.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Leviathan tries so hard not to masturbate to you. He tries so hard to ignore his hard cock and to push away the dirty images of you lying beneath him or straddling him.

He's so pent up from holding back, all it takes is one risky text of your bare body and he will come barreling toward you at rapid speeds ready to fuck you until you're soul leave your body.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

The power he holds over you when his hand wraps around your delicate supple neck. And The power he gives you when you do the same.

When something is around that neck it's not just power It feels like he's claimed you in some way. That little mark that Asmodeus put just underneath your tummy... He hates everythings about it all the time It makes him want to mark you in some way... leaving something more permanent

Other than choking, Leviathan loves marking you and he loves breeding. Feeling you up so full too His seed is flowing out of you. Scratching the deepest part of his brain that he is claimed you and the most primal way a human can be.

His darker desires of putting a baby in you doesn't help... The idea of making Asmodeus jealous taking the one thing he wants more than anything but can't have is so tempting...

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom or a closed off space He will not fuck you anywhere else.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The fastest thing to get him into your pants is jealousy which is crazy because he's always jealous.

However, a personal headcanon of mine is that Levi likes little trinkets around your neck.

One time, you wore a choker,and all he could do was stare at it. With a intense desire to play with it between his fingers and it's not just chokers, collars and necklaces are also very nice.

Chokers collars and necklaces or any little jewelry that goes around your neck is jis biggest weakness

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

HE WILL NOT SHARE YOU. If you want him to even tolerate another demon in the same bed as him it better be an act of God.

HE WILL NOT HAVE ANY OTHER DEVIL SEE OR TOUCH YOUR NAKED BODY. If you ever tell him to have sex in public he will get mad just for you mentioning that. "What are you hoping for someone to see you?? Who is it??"

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Levi rather receive because he doesn't know how to give 😭 He doesn't want to be made fun of by you but he doesn't know how to practice otherwise.

Don't worry though He has the enthusiasm believe it or not once he has a taste of you he'll be addicted.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

All his movements are primal and irregular, fast and rough He fucks you like an animal in heat constantly trying to chase his orgasm to fill you up fuck you through his orgasm and then fill you up again. There is no ounce of tact in his movements.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Leviathan does not understand quickies.

He does not get them and he doesn't care to. If he has you then all other events are delayed until he's finished. Of course if you're the one who demands him to stop he will although not without complaining. And then he'll fuck you even harder once he's alone with you. As payback

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

No❤️

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He's average of The demon kings but still excellent for regular demons, He doesn't last as long as say Satan, Mammon or God forbid Asmodeus/Beelzebub. Your body will only be sore for a couple days when he's done with you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

No❤️ He's so petty he'll get toys modeled after his own dick. And still get jealous of them. He has found your vibrator or dildo and flushed it or threw it out.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Hes teasing is not goofy with naughty words that will make you shudder like Beel, His teasing is borderline punishment because it is. stop thinking of other men >:(.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

His room is soundproof because he is loud. He has to remind himself to hold back but recently he's been neglecting that entirely only quieting his moan so he could hear yours.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Not NSFW bear with me: you'll never know how often he romanticizes his relationship with you. His heart pumps in his chest as his mind wanders off when he's doing paperwork about him being the only man in your life giving you flowers taking you out on dates doing all the other useless romantic stuff that couples do.How he aches to feel that wholesome, innocent experience of love.

He's jealous that other devils, especially kings, could experience such innocent gestures. He doesn't know how to show love how traditionally devils show love... And he hates a certain human he'd rather not utter their name that he experienced childhood and innocent love with you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

His cock is so beautiful What the fuck, too bad his dick size is canonically the smallest of the kings lmao. (And the only one we can safely take ish)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Yes, His sex drive is the third highest tying with Beel The second being Lucifer and Asmodeus obviously being the first

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

No, He has a country to run, so he doesn't have the luxury to cuddle up next to your small body and fall asleep with you in his arms. Still, he will be there to order his subordinates to clean you up, not before putting one of his robes around you after doing a few things he will be back for either a second round or something a little more wholesome.

[the-iceni-bitch]

Lookin’ at You Got Me Thinkin’ Nonsense

Relationship: Lloyd Hansen (le grand homme) x female!reader (coquinette)

Words: ~2k

Summary: you don’t like when Lloyd leaves you alone…

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (m and f receiving oral sex, public sex, public nudity, multiple orgasms), mention of crime, Bobby and Kitten cameo, SMUT!!

A/N: Did you miss these two as much as I did?

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Lloyd groaned when you came around his tongue for what must have been the third time, rubbing his face against your pussy and grinning as he slurped up the sweet juices that were gushing out of you. The lower half of his face was soaked, but that was exactly what he wanted. Hopefully your scent would stay on his skin all through the damn meeting he had to go to.

“Ah shit!” He had lost track of time, catching a view of the clock over your heaving breasts and rising from between your thighs with a snarl. “Damn Newark meeting. Ma coquette, I have to go.”

The only answer you could give him was a pathetic whimper, your naked body trembling on the chaise as your system struggled to recover from the incredible pleasure he had wrung out of you. Damn if the sight didn’t make him want to blow off his job, but August and Nick were already grumbling about him missing three other meetings over the past month due to his need to help you “settle in” to your new life at his estate and penthouse. Your eyes fluttered when he kissed your cheek before rising to his feet, the way you murmured under your breath in French and stretched your body before rolling onto your side making it even harder for him to leave.

“No one goes in while I’m gone,” Lloyd ran a hand through his hair when he stepped into the hall and closed the door behind him, scowling at Baizen when it seemed like he wasn’t paying attention. “That includes you. I hear anyone disturbed her and they’ll have to answer to me.”

He waited for the dumbass to nod before striding off. Sometimes he really wished they could clone the giant, Everett, because every fucking other idiot that worked for them seemed to barely know how to do their damn job. His mood was hardly better by the time he stormed into the meeting room, fighting the urge to flip August off when the huge bastard gave him a smug grin, as if to give condescending approval for Lloyd actually showing up to a meeting. This had better be short. At least he knew this woman was a professional, though her partner looked remarkably aggressive for a meeting.

All the news was good news. The incursions they had been making into the opposition’s business had been going well, with territories gained all over the tri-state area. Lloyd managed to focus once they got into the details of planning their next assault, eager to encroach further onto the old men’s operations. There was some kind of commotion in the hall, but none of them worried about it. At least not until the doors burst open and you stumbled in.

You were still completely naked except for the sapphire choker Lloyd had given you that morning. Poor Baizen was trailing after you and holding out a blanket, his eyes full of pleading for you to cover yourself even as he did his best not to actually look at your nude body. As soon as he realized it was you he straightened up in his seat, a low chuckle full of affection rumbling through his chest when you zeroed in on him immediately and pouted. Every single eye fixed on him when you started strutting towards him. He could feel the annoyance radiating off of August and the bemusement coming from Nick.

“Mon loup…” when you reached him you flounced down on his lap with a small huff, nibbling on his ear and playing with the collar of his shirt as you ignored everyone else. “You left me all alone…”

“I’m so sorry, amour,” this time he did flip August off when he heard the man clear his throat in irritation. “I have to be at this meeting, ma petite chatte. These nice people I work with need my advice.”

The partner of the woman they’d been organizing with snorted at that, and Lloyd found himself growing even more fond of her when she elbowed the man in the gut before smiling warmly at you and him. Sure, she looked a little bit unhinged, but Lloyd decided he liked that about her. He also liked the way she introduced herself and her partner to you like you were just as important as the other men in the room, though he gave a snort of his own that a man who looked so goddamn lethal was named “Bobby”.

You just gave the strangers a curious look before turning back to Lloyd, whining as you pressed soft kisses all along the length of his jaw. All you cared about right now was getting your much needed attention from your man, your brain still fuzzy from all the orgasms he had given you.

“But you didn’t even let me take care of you, Daddy,” you giggled when he growled at the pet name, thoroughly enjoying how much he seemed to give into your desires ever since you had first started calling him that. “Makes me feel so bad when I don’t get to take care of you…”

“Coquine…” Lloyd groaned when your hand that wasn’t toying with his collar slipped between the two of you and squeezed his growing bulge. “How the fuck am I supposed to say no to you, you little minx…”

Lloyd glanced around the conference table as you continued to squirm in his lap, though he didn’t really know why, he was going to do whatever he wanted anyway. He ignored August’s glower and gave the man a cocky wink, focusing on you once more as Nick began going over the fine details of their upcoming assault.

“Go on, ma douce,” Lloyd peppered soft kisses all over your cheeks and nose, biting your bottom lip with a playful growl when you started to undo his belt. “Such a good girl, you always take such good care of me, amour.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” you giggled when he licked the indents his teeth had left in your lip, giving him a quick peck before sliding to the floor between his spread legs as you dragged down his zipper, humming to yourself as you drew him out of his pants.

The sound of the meeting faded away as you focused on your task. You gripping the base of his shaft in one hand as you used the other to trace every inch of him, a single, manicured finger dragging over each ridge and vein with reverent affection. He was so heavy and warm. You couldn’t resist rubbing his tip all over your cheeks and chin as you lost yourself in his masculine scent. When you finally flicked your tongue out to taste him you heard him hiss, smiling and gazing up at him through your lashes before wrapping your lips around his tip and sucking gently, your eyes fluttering as the distinct taste of him filled your mouth.

You decided you want to see if you could pull all of his focus back to you. After weeks of being with him constantly you had been spoiled to expect his constant attention, and the fact that you were not receiving it now was making you feel cranky. So you concentrated your oral ministrations on his sensitive head, knowing how quickly he gave into his baser instincts when you stimulated him so directly. Your lips quirked in a smile around him when you saw the muscles of abdomen twitch, making sure your expression was appropriately innocent when he gave you an inquisitive glance before trying to contribute to the meeting again.

But you couldn’t have that. You vibrated the head of his cock with a needy whine, one of your hands stroking his length while your other reached lower to fondle his heavy balls. There was a thump on the table above your head and you knew it was Lloyd’s fist. Your man couldn’t control himself when you tongued his slit and played with his sac at the same time, a fact that was giving you no small measure of satisfaction at the moment. A thin dribble of precum leaked from his slit and your eyes rolled back in your head, your lips tightening around his tip in an effort to draw out even more of his pleasure.

When you heard him groan you redoubled your efforts, dragging the tip of your tongue along his frenulum a few times before swallowing him to the root. The sensation of his cock sliding down your throat and you gently tugging on his balls did it for Lloyd’s control, his hand finding the back of your head as he leaned back in his seat to watch you fuck your own face on his cock. He couldn’t give a single fuck about the meeting when he got a look at you, so goddamn pretty with your lips stretched obscenely wide and your eyes glazed over making him twitch against your tongue. Goddamn, you were so fucking perfect.

“That’s it, ma bonne petite fille,” Lloyd stopped caring about the meeting entirely when you gently scraped your teeth along his shaft, hissing through his teeth and planting his feet firmly on the floor on either side of your body as he gazed at you with pure passion. “Daddy’s gonna take over, hold on.”

You whimpered at the first snap of his hips against your face, flattening your tongue and breathing through your nose as you kept your eyes fixed on his. They were bright and eager, full of preening satisfaction at finally being the center of his attention again. Drool started to leak from the corners of your mouth with each plunge of his cock down your gullet, your saliva mixing with his precum to create a sticky, pearly mess that dripped down your chin and onto your tits. Lloyd couldn’t get enough of the sight of you, vowing to buy you another sparkly something as you swallowed around the head of his dick and pressed your thumb against his perineum.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” He couldn’t contain his shout when he felt his balls pull tight, holding your head still as he ground against your face and pumped his cum down your eager throat. “That’s a good girl. Take it, ma coquinette.”

The way you refused to release him until you’d milked every single drop from his balls had his thick thighs shaking, his fist slamming into the table again when you swirled your tongue around his excessively sensitive tip over and over until he was almost in pain. “Greedy fucking girl,” it came out in a huff when you gave his softening length one final suckle before letting him slide from between your lips, collapsing back in his seat and chuckling warmly while you hummed to yourself and kissed along his happy trail.

“I don’t want to fucking hear it, Walker,” Lloyd didn’t even have to look at the man to know he was about to make some annoying comment, cupping your jaw in his hands after you tucked him back in and kissing every inch of your face and neck while you crawled back into his lap. Once you had settled he turned half his attention back to the meeting, one hand trailing over the bare expanse of your spine while he drummed the fingers of the other on the table. “The plans are fucking done, aren’t they? So quit being a bitch. Besides,” he kissed your temple when you tucked your face into his shoulder. “Don’t think I’ll be able to leave ma petite pute alone during meetings anymore.”

[gl1tchr]

What animal do you think each of the Riddles are?

Most seem to think rat, fox, etc and I see it.. but the one I see them all being is a Raccoon. Think about it.. mask, hands, the ability to be sneaky and do crimes. But I’d love to see your take! I do see that one bald edward (you posted a photo of kissing his bald head, I don’t know what his universe is called apologies) being a vulture of some kind.

here's some Visions I was granted I think you'll enjoy

Zero Year is definitely giving Raccoon the most to me (aside from the TMNT Riddler that's - literally a raccoon). Mischievous, sneaky, and a little round even. And, since his mask it black, it looks the Most like a raccoon's eyes :]

Arkham Knight Opossum. DON'T call him a rodent, it'll lead to a half-hour rant about how he's a MARSUPIAL, not a rodent. "Actually, there's an 'O' at the beginning-". Gets irate when he has to explain opossum are actually extremely clean and don't carry rabies.

22 Weasel <33 While Ed does give powerful rat aura, it felt mildly evil to turn him into an animal he clearly has some level of fear of/hate for fgkds so I've made him a weasel. Mousy brown, weirdly vertical, and big wet eyes that Look at you.

BTAS kitty. I feel like you could to an entire version of this with different cat breeds, but BTAS gives me classic ginger tabby. A mischievous little tomcat who loves to chase his Batman.

2004 Greyhound. insane 2004 Riddler cameo but I was gifted this from a seraphim. He has real long features n just an overall pitiful demeanor. Plus hit little choker looks like the thick collars they have to special make for greyhounds because of their dumb bicycle heads

Sale Riddler Mouse. I rlly feel like this just makes sense, he's such an unserious little guy. Literally picked on like a cartoon mouse by Batman the entire time. He's not a rat!!! he is a Fancy Mouse <3

fox Carrey Riddler. I'll be real. HAven't watched Batman Forever. Jim Carrey frightens and perturbs me. But just based on the images of him barring his teeth at me like he's gonna bite, he Feels like a fox. Quit GRINNING at me like that.

One Bad Day <333 my beloathed <3333 I agree with you, vulture fits him so well. can't wait for Batman to snap his dumb neck

[bwoobiez]

NSFW Alphabet w/ Sebby

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He’s very tender and romantic after sex. He’ll get you a cup of water or whatever beverage you’d like, wipe yourselves down, cuddle with his face nuzzled against you. He’s not super chatty during aftercare, and he doesn’t need to be - your bond is so strong it’s telepathic, so he just lets the physical intimacy and silence speak for him.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Your chest. He could lay on it, cum on it, suck on it, touch it. Listening to your heartbeat does something for him - you're a living being, you’re still here, you’re alive, and your heart pumps along with his during this time together.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He’s a huge cummer, like strings of cum just go pouring out of him. It shoots so high that if he’s sitting or laying down it’ll get all over his chest and almost up to his neck. He can cum straight across your back if you’re in doggystyle.

It’s not hard to make him finish. He can literally do it free handed and just by your words alone.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

…He gets off to the thought of you kicking him in the nuts. He’d never actually do it (well… never say never?), but since your job has you moving all the time you’re quite strong, so he fantasizes about you taking that strength out… on him… in that way… teehee.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Since you were his first time, he had no idea what he was doing. It was a cute little awkward thing between the two of you as you both learned each other's bodies.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Good ol’ missionary. He loves to make eye contact whilst you two join bodies. You could reach up to cup his face, pull his hair, choke him, and kiss him. He liked to watch you dominate him from the bottom with that smug, orgasmic look on your face as you degrade/praise him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s not goofy during sex so if you pop a joke he may or may not laugh. He’s too in the moment to think about funny stuff.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He's usually pretty hairy and sometimes lets it grow long. He’ll trim it before it gets very crazy though.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

If you’re going slow and sensual he could be quite the romantic. He’ll shower you in kisses and compliments, saying “I love you” fairly often and especially when he’s about to cum. Sometimes he’ll cry from the intimacy.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Since he has you he doesn’t jerk off as much as he used to, but he still does it whenever he misses you. Sometimes just thrusting into the air and thinking about you is enough to get off.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Submission

He doesn’t mind dominating you every once in a while, but he does prefer you doing it. He’ll fuck your holes whilst following your every command - go slower, faster, pull out, etc.

Petplay

What started off as him just wearing a cat headband in the bedroom turned into him eating out of a custom-made food bowl with his name on it. He wears a collar (that looks like a regular choker to others) that he pretty much always wears whenever he leaves the house. His friends and family question it but of course he replies with it simply being his favorite choker.

You’d taunt him for being so needy for your body, for wanting to breed you, how he’s so pathetic for needing you to take care of his heat while he fucks you :(

You both shared the role of a pet, however. He didn’t mind leading you around on a leash ;)

Public play

Most of your public play sessions took place at the pub, and since he could cum free handed and just by your words alone, you didn't need to lay a finger on him. Your sweet talk would be hidden beneath the noise of the crowd yet still loud enough for him to hear, remaining cool while you watched him quietly whimper and squirm in his seat. His face would go absolutely red, and whenever he reached his climax he’d hide his face in his arms or nuzzle against your neck, where you could feel and hear pathetic panting against your ear.

Luckily, his pants would be too thick for the semen to show through, but if you were feeling extra mean you'd have him go the rest of the night with that mess in his draws. You’d  tease him afterwards about how gross it was of him to play pool with friends whilst having cream in his jeans. What a dirty, dirty man.

Other public sessions would consist of having sex by the lake near his parent’s house. One time, right beside the pub everyone was in… Sam caught him with your genitals in his mouth and it was never to be brought up.

Praise/body praise

Sebastian was a slut for your adoration and loved getting admired from head to toe. He fully trusted you with his body, allowing you to touch and praise him as you please. You took great care of this precious man…

Him laid across your lap while being spoken to in a soft tone, his cock and balls being gently massaged with one hand whilst the other played with his hair. He was just so damn cute with his arms resting on his stomach, eyes closed and brows raised. You let him know how proud you were of him and that he was adorable, and all he could do was shake his head in response as he was too busy moaning. If he were deep in kittyspace he’d be purring as well.

Light bondage

He's not into anything crazy, but he likes having his hands tied behind his back

(If you don't have a penis) Pegging Cigarette play :}

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom and the mountain. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

It takes a bit to get him riled up, but luckily for you you know just how to push his buttons. Affection and praise really gets this touch-starved boy going, along with text messages detailing what you’ll do to him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything to do with scat, piss, or spit.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers receiving as you give the messiest top ever. He’s become skilled at giving you head, too, and will stroke himself as he does so.

It drives him crazy to hear and feel you mumble “good boy” against his balls, or to hear you go “mhhmmm!” - a hum of approval towards his whimpers and submission  - while you throat him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

If you couldn’t tell, he definitely likes it rough, but some times call for a more gentle, passionate fuck. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He enjoys them and you both do it pretty often. If you think it counts, getting him off in public free-handed would be a quickie too.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s pretty open to new things as long as they don’t surpass his limits.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

At first, he could barely last an hour because of 1) smoking and 2) shitty dietary habits, which all led to low energy. But as time went on his stamina would increase due to reduction in smoking, having access to fresher food (you’d also remind him to eat - it was a habit of his to forget to do so), and he’s started working out a bit. Now he could go about 5 rounds cumming back-to back :)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He owns a fleshlight but doesn’t use it often. You both own a vibrator which you use on him in the bedroom and in public, and rope. He’s not too crazy about toys.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s not really a huge tease, but when he does he’ll send you cheeky pictures of him in a suggestive position, scantily clad or nude, whenever you're away from home.

Honestly, it’s about how much you tease him. He’s just a poor lil guy at the hands of your torment :<

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s the most saddest, sopping wet boy ever. He whimpers, whines, and if he feels really good, he'll cry. He can range from soft to loud.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He’s pretty insecure about his body :(

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s a tiny bit on the underweight side and has a slutty little waist

His nipples are blush pink and sensitive

He has a happy trail leading down to his cock. The word you often use to describe it is “pretty” - it's about 3 inches when flaccid and 6 when erect, with a pink tip and slight curve to it. His balls have a full shape with a pinkish gradient

He has the cutest bubble butt

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty fuckin high. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’s quick to fall asleep. He needs his naps