★ DAY 3 - puppy play | leon s. kennedy
kinktober 2023 - masterlist.
warnings: top/dom reader + sub/bottom leon + gn reader + reader uses the title "sir" + petplay + collars and leashes + cockstepping + "loving" degradation + humiliation + overstimulation + boot-licking + leon is often called "dumb mutt" + and he adores it
a/n: this takes place in a "no-outbreak" au because why not
Leon S. Kennedy considered himself to be your average young, up and coming police officer. Always making sure he isn't two minutes late to work, having your coworkers tease you relentlessly for being the newest recruit, and for months being known as a simple rookie...yeah it it wasn't that great but hey, it made him happy to serve his city in the best way he thought possible.
But his relationship with you is anything but average.
"You'll be a good boy for me, right, Kennedy?" Your voice was sickeningly sweet despite Leon knowing the true implication behind your words. Behave and maybe you'll be able to cum tonight. "I will..." You look at him expectantly. "I-I will Sir." He immediately corrects himself. He didn't want to be punished so early into the night. "That's a good mutt," you say mockingly, leaning down to pat his head. You then take a seat on your plush bed and motion him closer. He obeys, crawling a bit closer to you on his hands and knees.
As he sits on his knees before you, he keeps his hands to his sides and tries his best to ignore his already hard cock. He tried to bring less attention to it but covering it would only make it obvious that he's hiding an erection. He might as well be open with his shame. "Aww, you're already hard? Hard from me telling you to strip and and putting a collar on you? You're so adorably pathetic." Even so, Leon wasn't safe from your torment. He whines as he now attempts to cover up his dick, only for his hands to be kicked away.
"Hey. Who said you could cover up? You don't deserve to hide anything from me, mutt," you emphasize your cruel words with a harsh tug on the leash attached to his collar. He stumbles forward a bit before regaining his balance and putting his hands behind his back. Leon's visibly trembling now, and you can tell your words have had an effect on him. "Fuck, it's almost like you're even harder than before. Then again I could barely tell. Your dick is so small and cute, you know that?" You give him a wicked smile before tugging on his leash even harder.
Finally, Leon begins to crack. He pulls on the collar as you're nearly chocking him with it and you can see the tears start to well up in his eyes, despite his best efforts to hide them. He wasn't even that small! He was a reasonable six inches! Though that didn't mean anything to you, you were hellbent on pointing out everything you saw unfit about him. But despite that, his pretty dick began to drip pre-cum, twitching a bit.
"And you're still getting off on this shit, no touch anywhere. You're really making me think you're just another pervert, mutt." While you sounded disgusted on the outside, you were truly thrilled. You were drinking up your mutt's pathetic reactions like it was all you needed to survive. You eye him hungrily as he shakes his head, muttering a few "not a pervert" and some other stuff that you didn't bother to listen to.
"I'm real fucking tired of seeing your pathetic cocklet, so hurry up and get off," you say, pressing the heel of your boot against Leon's weeping cock. "HhhnNGH! S-Sir!" Leon whimpers as you press your shoe harshly onto his dick, the rough stimulation making him let go of the tears collecting in his eyes, letting them fall freely. He sobs openly as he humps your shoe, leaning into the cruel treatment your were giving him, the flush from his face reaching his chest and shoulders a bit.
He continues to let out adorable moans as the rough texture of your boot rub on his aching length and he can't help but think about how mean you are to him. The crude marks you make towards him and his body, that sadistic gleam in your eyes when you looked at him...but he was ashamed of himself for being the slut that enjoyed the humiliation he received from you. He embraced it all, getting pleasure out of your twisted interactions that always left his sobbing and trembling. And he would always coming back from more, like a lost puppy.
"...Hey. Mutt." your cold voice jerks him out of his dreamy state. "Hurry the fuck up. The quicker you finish, the quicker you can put your sad excuse of a dick away." Those last words of yours were all Leon needed to cum. He covered his mouth as he came all over your boot, covering it with his cum as he trembled from the strength of his orgasm. Despite his hand covering his mouth, it didn't hide the slutty moans coming out of him. While Leon is clinging onto your leg still coming down from his orgasm, you shake him off. "You're not done yet," you say and motion to the cum on your shoe. "Clean."
With that single word order, Leon wordlessly obeys, bending down to reach your shoe. As he sticks his togue out, you add salt to the wound, pushing the tip of your shoe into his mouth. It immediately makes him recoil, tears jumping to his eyes. Still, he dutifully licks his cum off of your shoe, his tears falling down his face the whole time. God, you make him feel so fucking pathetic. He whines as he laps up the last drops of cum. You yank on his collar again and he comes back up to face you. The moment he gets back up, you step on his dick again, grinding your shoe into his oversensitive dick.
"GhHK! N-no-- uhnn!" Leon sobs as you stimulate his poor dick once again. You really weren't going to give up your relentless bullying. "You're done when I say you're done," you state simply as you continue to crush his dick underneath your shoe. Leon doesn't know how beautiful he looks right now. His eyes are glazed over while fresh tears fall from them and roll down his pink cheeks. A thin line of drool escapes from his open mouth, perfecting the lewd image. You were never going to get enough of tormenting your mutt. And Leon was never going to get tired of being the outlet for your sadistic desires.
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Brat | Brat! Izuku Midoriya x Reader
A/N: Dumbification, !!choking!!, rough sex, bratting, brat taming, pegging (but kept vague), punishment, Master calling, sub! Midoriya, dom! Reader, GN! Reader (this one is intense, I’m not even gonna lie)
It was naive of you to assume Izuku would be anything but a brat.
But perhaps it was because you were ignorant to the horny little shit he truly was.
When you met him, he was a skittish, shy, but well meaning boy. Innocent would have been the word used to describe him.
But innocent didn’t match the buckets of hard drives he had of porn, the shelves he dedicated to dirty manga, the time he took to budget for sex toys.
He was inexperienced and very sensitive, but far from innocent.
Far from obedient.
Izuku was a fucking brat.
“You’re doing it on purpose…” he’d whined against your ear, arms wrapped around your waist as you looked at shirts on the rack. It was a busy store, which he’d decided to take advantage of and stay very close to you.
“Doing what?” You asked, picking up a shirt that had caught your eye. You take a sharp breath when he steps closer, forehead against your back, arms growing tighter, and, most notably, a growing bulge pressing against your ass.
“You’re…you’re turning me on,” he said, lips against your shirt. “A-and it’s making me hard in public! So we have to go home to fix it, or else I’m gonna go fix it myself.”
“Puppy, you know-”
“I know I can’t touch myself without permission, so here I am, asking for permission!” He stepped even closer to you, and his hips stuttered against your ass, unintentionally grinding against you. His fingers begin to slip under your shirt. “I’ll do it right here if you don’t believe me.”
“Try it, and you’ll be in a chastity cage for a week,” you say bluntly.
But in pure Izuku fashion, he replies just as bluntly. “What if I don’t care?” He asks, lips migrating to your neck, fingers successfully finding their way under your shirt. “What if I want my master to punish me?”
There it is.
That’s what he wanted.
Your first reaction was to ignore his request, teach him a lesson by not giving in. But you were looking forward to shopping for the first time in a while. It just had to be ruined by his horny insistence.
Perhaps, for the first time, you would give into his fit.
“Fine.”
___
Innocent Izuku was what his friends knew him to be.
But innocent didn’t align with the position he was currently in, face being pushed further into his pillow while his ass was being pounded by his very frustrated master.
He fruitlessly gripped his headboard, while you just wouldn’t stop thrusting.
“Ahhh- M-master, I- fuckkk, fuckfuckfuck, I’m sorry! S-sorry, I shouldn’t have- I should have been patient and- Hhhnngh!” He arched his back further, eyes rolling back into his head when you finally hit his prostate. “Fuckk, master deeper, punish me harderrr~” he moaned, trying to fuck himself against you to no avail. You were simply thrusting too quickly.
This was exactly what he wanted.
He was shocked that you decided not to go the harsher route this time, instead giving him exactly what he wanted by fucking his brains out.
He wasn’t complaining.
He whimpered when he felt your fingers slip against his neck and settle snugly there. You lift his face up from the bed a bit to get a better angle and apply pressure.
It wasn’t enough to cause suffocation, but it was enough to cause discomfort.
Discomfort and arousal.
Here you were, manhandling him, and, aside from his neck, not being gentle about it either.
“This is what you wanted, right?” You ask, looking down at that cute freckled ass and how his hole stretched for you and you only. Yeah, you’d regret giving in later, but for now, you were going to enjoy fucking him stupid. “Don’t go apologizing when you asked for this, Puppy,” you say your fingers patiently growing pressure around his neck.
With every thrust, his ass slapped against your hips, with every thrust, he shivered from the pain and the pleasure, with every thrust, he felt himself loose any semblance of intelligence.
You were so, so rough, but he knew his safe word. And he knew his cues.
All he needed right then was to focus on getting fucked and focus on his punishment.
But how could he focus when you were leaving bite marks up and down his back?
The tears broke through and he began to shake from pleasure filled sobs.
"Stho good, stho goood!" He moaned through hiccups and cries.
"I bet it feels good, doesn't it?" You whisper against his bruised skin.
He couldn’t reply; he responded instead with a string of unintelligible whimpers and gasps.
He couldn't even try to grasp anything; his hands had gone limp.
His back, his ass, his his neck, fuck, you were claiming it all.
His cock, his leaking neglected cock, was soon pressed flat against the bed along with the rest of his body.
Fuck, he was gonna cum.
"Mmmh, I-I'wanna- Master, please, I wanna cu-um!!"
"Brats don't get to cum," you say, your hand finally settling on a set amount of pressure on his neck.
"Pleaaase, please, I-I'll..." He couldn't think, he couldn't think.
You'd finally fucked him dumb.
He stupidly writhed underneath you, hips twitching as his gasps grew more and more erratic. It seemed his entire body had grown flushed.
"Fuckkk!!!," he sobbed, and with one final thrust, came.
Hard.
He continued to sob through the ropes of cum that'd stained the sheets beneath him, knowing there was further punishment waiting for him.
It was a good thing he loved your punishments.
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