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iceman-soup · 5 months

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amab masc!reader x switch!soap

Letting rottweiler!hybrid!Soap ride you as you do some paperwork. He's been following you around all day, even more touchy than usual: resting his chin on your shoulder whenever you're not moving; clinging onto your hand or arm constantly; crawling onto your lap and nuzzling his face into your cheek if you sit down. Pouting at you that he's hungry or cold - knowing that you'll give him a snack bar from your pocket and wrap him up in your jacket at his first complaint.

He follows you into your office, his hand clutching yours as he whines that he's bored, headbutting your bicep affectionately as if he were part-cat rather than part-dog. You turn to him, watching him kick the door shut then pulling him into a hug, lifting him up a couple centimetres off the ground to make him laugh, his tail wagging. Giving him a quick scratch behind the ears first, you pull his face to yours, kissing him tenderly, hands moving to cup his cheeks, your thumbs stroking against his stubble.

Feeling him kiss you back with much, much more intent than what you had initiated, his tongue prodding at your lips eagerly, little whimpers against your mouth prompting you to part them. Gentle kisses quickly turn into making out, Soap's fingers shaky as he tries to undo his belt, fiddling with it until you had enough and moved your hands from his face to swiftly do it yourself, unzipping his jeans and tugging them down his hips, breaking away from the kisses to help him out of them - and his boxers - fully. Your heart beats fast at seeing how hard he is already.

"Gotta do paperwork, love," you faux an innocent smile, pressing a tiny kiss to his cheek and leaving him standing in the middle of your office to go sit behind your desk, sliding a file to the centre of it and flipping to the page you need. Surprised to not hear a chorus of whines and incoherent protests, you glance back up at him - feeling your heart melt a little at the sorry sight in front of you.

He's standing there half-undressed, big, sad puppy eyes fixed on you with the most pitiful expression on his face you think you've ever seen. His tail is slightly tucked between his legs and his sweet floppy ears are slack. He lets out a soft, low mewl upon catching your gaze.

"Here, pup. Didn't mean to make you upset," you apologise, leaning back in your chair and patting your thigh, smiling gently at how his tail immediately starts wagging as he trots over, straddling your lap and nibbling at your earlobe adoringly. Your breath hitches as he starts to grind against you, letting out tiny, needy sobs, trying to free your own aching cock from your trousers.

Kissing his jaw tenderly, you take off your belt, then unbutton and unzip your own trousers, pulling them down only enough for your hard-on to poke out of the slit in your boxers. His tail wags eagerly, whacking against your knees a little, and you put your hands on his hips, guiding him to slowly sink down on your cock, both of you groaning at the feeling.

"That's it.. good boy, puppy," you murmur almost absentmindedly as he adjusts, his head falling to rest on your shoulder. You slide your hands up his body til they're resting under his t-shirt on his ribs, gently rubbing up and down to soothe him. "Stay quiet now, love, alright? Let me get on with these documents."

He nods, wrapping his arms around your neck and clinging to you, muttering out a "yes sir" and pressing small kisses to your skin. You reposition yourself so that you can see your desk again, one hand picking up a pen and the other resting on his clothed back, fingers curling to grasp his shirt when he starts to move. Muffled whimpers and moans seep into your neck from where his mouth is attached to it, sharp dog teeth nipping slightly to get you to buck your hips a little.

"Can't concentrate when you do that," you breathe out, eyes flickering as he sucks a hickey into your skin. He hums in response, moving faster on your cock, lips still latched to you. "Fuck- Soap, love-" voice becoming gruffer as you get close to your climax. Hands move to hold his shoulders so you can kiss him again.

"C'mon, sir-" he pants, and your eyes snap open before immediately rolling back as you cum, hips twitching upwards as you sigh out a moan. You can feel his tail bashing your legs as he rides you through your orgasm, then shakes and collapses onto you as he has his own.

After a moment, you crack open an eye, catching his as he looks up at you, still sitting on your cock, his head on your chest. "Been a while since you called me 'sir' during sex, puppy," you smirk, reaching a lazy hand up to pet his mohawk. He grins in response, reaching up to give your jaw an open-mouthed kiss.

"Aye, sir," he flirts, squeaking as he feels you start to harden inside of him again.

#eughhhh idk how good this is #i'm very tired and a bit disoriented in general #i missed rottie soap though sooo here #rottweiler!hybrid!soap #cw smut #cw pet play #cw sir kink #cod smut #x male reader #x masc reader #x amab reader #cod men x male reader #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #soap x male reader

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wormswurld · 2 months

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puppy boy felix save me stupid brainless puppy boy felix just sitting there looking pretty save me beautiful brown eyed clumsy & excited puppy boy felix save me save me save me 😔

#lgbtqia #saltburn #oliver quick #saltburn posting #felix catton #cattonquick #felix x oliver #jacob elordi #saltburn 2023 #cw pet play #wormswurld brainrot 🌟

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domreader-headcannon-scenarios · 7 months

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Inspiration for muzzled Sebbie?

It's spring, so heat and mating time!

Sebastian gets touchy feely and keeps trying to give you hickies and smooches to try and release his feelings as well as get you aroused (even doe he knows you have important work to do...)

He won't come and ask for help when you're free. It's always. When. You're. Working.

So what do we do to bad demons that can't learn to be patient or properly communicate their needs? We muzzle them. (Desensitisation too if you're okay with that)

Leash him. Tie him to the table and have a bar (idk what it's called) separate his legs permanently so he can't try to rub himself out. The only way he can get pleasure is try to hump your foot till he admits he's been bad, apologises and asks for help directly

Oooh!! This is so good!! (A spreader bar I think is what you’re talking about? It forces a subs legs apart and keeps them like that)

(ALSO I CANT BELIVE I HAVEBT DONE FOR DESENSITIZATION??)

Sebastian (demon forms, teasing, nuzzling, basically underlining pet play, ed:ging, slight pact play, ruined org*sm (once), )

Spring caused a lot of things to bloom, and you don’t mind when it comes the only thing you get annoyed by is your butler getting into his yearly heats. He couldn’t wait till you finish any work before he’s getting handsy, practically inhaling your scent as he whines about how badly he needs you.

You’ve spoiled him in the past really, you indulged him preavously during his heats and now he things you’ll drop everything you’re doing to stroke/blow him whenever he’s aroused. (Which is basically 24/7 with this horny demon’s heats) He oversteps boundaries, nipping and biting at any exposed skin he can get close to, leaving a ton of sharp, clearly in human bites around your wrist, neck and shoulders.

You had to wear scarfs when it’s 70 degrees out! It was so frustrating so you had to get a few ‘gifts’ to remind your dumb mutt his place. A pretty black muzzle, it would fit him perfectly and a bright pink collar and a matching leash! Even a little name tag for him (along with a phone number to call) to wear.

Before you were even in your house, Sebastian was on you, shoving you against the door, pressing his body right against you and leaning down to kiss you. You bring your free hand up to push him away, he quickly nips your hand and holds it firmly in a painfully sharp grip between his teeth.

You hiss in pain. “Let go.” You say firmly, you get a playful growl in response but he doesn’t let go until you make it an order. You glare at him as you bring the bag up to his eye level. He huffs and looks you over, seemingly not interested in the bags contents as he reaches to fondle your chest.

You grab the leash first, showing it to him. The clink of the tags and the leash get his attention and he stares at it for a second and shakes his head. “No, M-Master just, a hand?” He guides your free hand between his legs and you have to force his pact to stop him. You drag him in the house.

You snap the collar on and give the leash a firm yank, Sebastian in turn bows his head as he lets you pull him along. He whines as you drag him him to your kitchen. You notice the heavy boxes stacked on the table and without missing a beat, you tied Sebastian’s leash tightly. He looked at you like a kicked puppy, lightly tugging at the leash, the table moving as you step away. “Stop.” Your order forces him to freeze.

“M-Master, I cant r-reach you?” He ask in a confused tone. He tries to resist the pressure by rubbing his thighs together to stimulate his aching cock. You had just the item for this! You ordered him to strip (much to his delight) and grab a spreader and once he had kicked off his pants and undergarments, you spread his legs and lock it in place.

Unsurprisingly he was hard, making a mess. With a hushed tone, you speak clearly and slowly. “Don’t. Move. The. Table. That’s an order.” Sebastian groans and presses as far as he can without moving the table, when he reaches for you, you step just out of his range. A whimper escapes him, he claws the ground in frustration and uncomfortably sits on his heels, legs still forced apart. His cock bobbed and given how swollen it was and it was already dripping, you imagine how much it must ache when he can smell that this is arousing you as well.

Not to mention his heat, you can tell all he want is to just buck into you until he’s seeing stars, but now you won’t even let him touch you. “M-Master? I need you…why aren’t you…” He trailed off with a whine glancing between his cock and then to you. “Please?” He whines out.

His cock gives a few hopeful bobs before you step forward. You press a leg between his legs, watching him quickly buck up against your leg. You pull back before he even gets to touch you, earning a growl. “Bad boy!” You step out of his range right before he can grab you. To his embarrassment, his cock was drooling in anticipation, a small puddle of pre pooling between his legs.

“You cant take what you want. You are my dog. You only get what i give you, and you obey me. Be good, I’ll reward you, as your first punishment…” A grin spread across your face as you grab the last item in the bag. You are quick to put it in Sebastian, startling him enough that he didn’t struggle, seemingly not sure how to respond.

Once it clicked in place he seemed to snap out of his trance and you step back. To your amusement he shook his head first, but the muzzle didn’t come off, without being able to see the clasp, he cant easily get it off. He reaches up and feels the contraption on his face.

“Master…you’ve….m-muzzled me? I cant… bite you. I-I cant kiss-“ You force his head up to face you. Before you can speak, he pulls you down, nuzzling into your neck, you can feel his tongue drag over the bars to try and taste you. You growl at him.

“I order you to let go right now and sit like a good dog.” He releases you instantly and sits on his haunches. You step to the other half of the room before you release the order. He huffs and before he can do anything you add. “You are not to touch yourself, you are not to grab me, or touch me without permission.”

A whine escapes him as he listens to you. “And,” You add with a glare. “You need to learn self control…” You step forward, taking his cock into one hand, teasingly rubbing the head of it. You could see his entire body jolt as the pleasure shot through him. He bucks up instantly, but your hand lets go of his cock as soon as he moved.

“W-why..?” Sebastian whimpers out as his cock painful bobs in excitement. “I’ll be good, w-what am I supposed to do?”

You hum and reach down but stop short of his cock. “Don’t buck up when I touch you, if you want something, just tell me. I am sick of you bothering me at work, so today I’m training you.” Sebastian gave you a shocked look, a tremble goes through him at the authoritative tone you use on him.

“M-my heat! I-I can’t train l-like this! This is cruel!” He whines like you caught him stealing a cookie, not him dry humping you while you work. You lean down enough to be eye level with him.

“Higher stakes.” You half joke as your hand goes to his chest instead of cock, teasing his man hood with your other hand, avoiding the tip as you barely rub it between your fingers, intentionally putting too much pressure. “I don’t mind if you ask for it. Politely. But instead you bite me, leaving marks like a dog, so I’ll treat you appropriately. You can use your words when you’re ready to tell me what you want.”

You release his cock once more to his dismay. “You’re heat is going to make this more…intense for you. You only act up when you’re in heat too, so if I can get my dog to keep his bone tucked away whenever he smells his bitch, only then will I let him finish.” You glare at him and disgruntled whine in return.

“I’m not a dog-“ He tries to rub against anything, but in this position his cock can’t reach the floor without you noticing. His ‘bone’ throbbed in a attempt to get your attention, the tip bright red, looking like you had been torturing it…

He pauses, seeing you look down upon him, he can feel the power of your pact keeping him from releasing the agonizing tension between his legs…as much as he wants to fight…he just whimpers in response, tongue lulling out as he pants. “Please, my cock, touch me!” He sits up, almost like he’s presenting his cock to you.

You reach forward, lightly touching it, working it until you wrap a hand around it, you could feel it pulsing in your hand, but you didn’t move…you held his manhood their as he trembled, the pact preventing him from grabbing your hand, leaving it hovering above your hand. He growls in frustration, his teeth clear even with the muzzle, you let go of him and jump back just before there’s a change the in atmosphere.

His wings are out, trembling as his scarlet orbs desperately eye you. You watch him claw at the ground as he bears his teeth in frustration. “B-but I asked!” You nod, but don’t respond right away. “Master, it hurts! Please!” His wings flap desperately, leaving feathers to scatter.

When he sees the scowl on your face he freezes, and to your amusement, he bucks under your gaze and you hear the distinct sound of his cock smacking against his stomach. You let out a short laugh, watching his face turn red as he takes in the situation.

“Puppy,” You wait till he acknowledges you to continue. “You told me to touch you, so I did, you didn’t ask for me to help you, just for a touch.” Sebastian freezes and lets out a drawn out sight.

“Stroke m-my cock! I need you pleaseplease-“ He cries out as you tighten your hold of his throbbing shaft. You stroke him at a leisurely pace, watching the way his hips tremble as he tries to stay still. You barely have a grip on him, you don’t even move all the way to the tip with each stroke! “Please, please! Squeeze my cock! Stroke f-faster, p-please!”

His tone hurried, the ache between his legs worsening with each stroke. You know what he wants, but you’re dragging it out to drive a point home. You do show mercy this time though, hand speeding up and tightening more than he liked. Sebastian moans out a couple “Thank you!”s before he’s trembling.

“Close?” Sebastian nods, his man hood giving a heavy throb before you stopped and let go of him once more. Sebastian cries out, he couldn’t buck fast enough, he’s left trembling as you let him ruin his orgasm. You hear him near wheezing as he pulls on the collar, harder than he should, the table jerks forward and you see him try to get up to stop the boxes from falling, but the spreader causes him to lose his balance and practically bow in front of you. He glanced back to see a few of the boxes on the ledge, if he pulls again…you will definitely punish him if any of those fall…

When he turns back to you, he can see you’re think the same thing, he moves back to give his leash slack before putting his arms behind his back. His cock hung between his legs, still fully erect. “Master, I n-need you to stroke my cock. Please, let me cum! I want to feel good!”

You praise him and lean down, he meets you half way but with the muzzle, he cant kiss you. He let out a defeated whimper. “Muzzle off…please?” You eye him carefully.

“If you bite me once, I’ll leave you like this till tomorrow.” Sebastian whimpers but nods. To his confusion, you don’t touch him or take the muzzle off. Instead you shove your leg between his. You stand up straight and grin. “Hump my leg like a good dog, you can cum as much as you want on one condition.” Sebastian gives you his full attention, his manhood throbbing hard against your calf. “Admit you were a bad boy. Apologize.”

He whimpers and quickly caves. “I’m s-sorry, I’ve been bad, I need to cum please…” He’s bucking against your leg, you show him mercy and bounce your leg with every few thrust. You can feel that he’s close and you let him cum on your shoe, he collapses against you, too tired to support his own weight.

You step aside and he falls forward, dragging the table forwards, making the boxes fall with a loud thud….

Sebastian whimpers in response, he submissively bowed and apologized again with a tremble in his voice. “I-I’m s-sorry! I’m-I didn’t mean to…” You ruffle his hair but don’t punish him over it. Besides you can see his cock starting to come back to life, he’s gonna have to be good if he wants to finish again!

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frenchfrywrites · 1 year

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Purr-egnancy mood swings

MINORS DNI

Warnings: top dom amab reader, trans man sub bottom pregnant Satan, pet play, pregnancy kink, breeding kink, piss, anal, dumbification, (nonverbal) subspace, little spit

Terms used for Satan: chest, tits, cunt, pussy, entrance, hole, asshole, vagina

Thank you to @arloheart for the commission!! and thank u for trusting me enough to let me have creative control over most of this <3

One second you’re peacefully holding Satan in your arms, cuddling him like you’ve been doing for the past couple hours while he reads. The next, he’s flinging his book halfway across the room, startling you with the loud crash that occurs from the action.

He’s huffing angrily, the tips of his ears red, gritting his teeth like the book committed an atrocity against him.

“Um… how’s the book?” you ask, regretting the question as soon as it leaves your mouth.

“Not. Good,” he spits out each word, coating them with a venomous tone. You bring your hands to his shoulders, rubbing soothing circles into his tense muscles.

Satan is the Avatar of Wrath, and his pregnancy has made him more moody than ever. He turns around in your lap straddling you to keep himself steady, being careful of his swollen belly, curling his fists into your shirt tightly. He looks close to tears with how upset he is.

He’s one trimester in, and has most of his family walking around on eggshells. It’s not something Satan takes delight in, but he truly cannot control the violent oscillations between his emotional states. You move your hands from his shoulders up to run your fingers through his hair.

“Let's think about something other than the book?” you propose when he is unable to calm down. “Or,” you tug softly at the hair on the back of his skull, making him look up at you, “maybe you shouldn’t think about anything at all, huh kitty?”

You watch in real time how the tension he’d been holding so tightly onto melts from his body. His pupils dilate with excitement, and a smile works its way across his face.

“Yes,” he sighs happily, his mood again swings, this time from angered to blissed out in record time. His legs clench around your waist, and he grinds himself against you.

“Do you want to dress up, kitten?” he nods, clenching his fists tighter into your shirt, but due to excitement rather than anger now. “Okay,” you lean in to press a soft kiss against his lips, “go get your things, I’ll be with you in a second.”

Satan nods, leaning in to kiss you again, “don’t keep me waiting too long, beloved,” he tells you with that faux-innocent smile of his. His words could be misunderstood as a warning, but you know him well enough to know it’s a plea. With that, he hauls himself off your lap, holding onto his belly gently as he heads to where he keeps his things. You’re next to leave, hurrying out of his room, hoping no one runs into you while your dick is half hard.

You grab a glass of water and some snacks for later, knowing he’ll want them but won’t want you to leave once you’re with him. Then, you rush back to his room, hoping that you haven’t kept him waiting for long.

When you return, you find Satan sitting with several items strewn across the bed. He’s curled in on himself, sniffling softly.

“Satan?” you attempt to get his attention softly, setting down what you’d grabbed on the bedside table. He lifts his head, revealing he’d been crying. You’re by his side in an instant, hauling him into your lap again, so you can embrace him.

“What happened? Are you hurt?” you ask, placing a hand gently against his belly.

“No, I-” he hiccups, “I didn’t think you’d come back is all,” he explains, his tears subsiding as he returns your embrace. You let out a startled laugh, relief flooding through your body that this is just the result of another mood swing. Bringing your other hand to his face, you wipe his tears from his flushed cheeks.

“Well I’m here, and I want to see you with some pretty cat ears, how’s that sound?” you ask, removing your hand and reaching for said accessory. Satan gives you a wobbly grin, nodding his head eagerly.

Carefully you help him clip them onto his head, “so cute,” you finish with a kiss to the tip of his nose, and Satan flushes.

“Okay to keep going?” you ask, tugging on the fabric of his shirt. He nods,

“Yes,” he sounds both breathless and soothed, “if you stopped now I think I’d have a fit,” he jokes. Except the both of you know there’s more truth than he’d like to admit in his words.

With a grin, you help him out of his shirt, revealing his swollen belly and his perky tits that have been gradually filling with milk as his pregnancy continues. You take them into your hands, rubbing his nipples with your thumbs as you massage them. Satan lets out a quiet moan, arching his chest into your hands while squirming on your lap.

He’s rubbing himself against your dick, and he’s unintentionally (though knowing Satan, it’s likely actually intentional) teasing you in the most agonizing way possible. You want to take your sweet time with him, but you know if you don’t get your pants off soon, you’re going to go crazy.

Looking over, you take a second to see what other items he picked out. Your eyes lock on the pink fabric collar adorned with lace, bows, and a little bell at the front. Your hands leave his chest as you go to pick it up, and Satan drops his head back, presenting his neck to you.

An appreciative noise leaves you at his sign of submission, and he smiles smugly. It takes you a moment to get the collar on, but once you do, Satan lets out a slow breath, looking at you through his lashes. He’s calmer now that he has it on, making you delighted and unbelievably aroused.

You tug on the front of the collar, and Satan falls forward, stabilizing himself by putting his hands on your shoulders. Still holding onto the collar, you press your lips against his, and with him sinking into his headspace, the kiss is languid and wanton.

“Open,” you mumble against his lips. Satan’s response is immediate, and he parts his lips so you can press your tongue inside his mouth. He lets you tongue fuck his mouth, moaning at the sensation and sounds that come from it. Drool seeps from his mouth, because his thoughts and senses are filled with you, and he can’t focus on simple things like swallowing.

When you pull away from the filthy kiss, a string of saliva connects your lips. Satan bobs forward, trying to follow you for another kiss. You stop him, pressing your fingers against his mouth.

“Please-” he starts to whine. You cut him off by clicking your tongue.

“My kitty doesn’t talk,” you remind him. Satan melts, letting out a loud moan, and squeezing your shoulders with excitement. “Do you remember your nonverbal signals?” you ask. He goes to open his mouth, but recalls what you’d just said and simply nods. “Good boy,” you coo, looking at what other toys he’d gotten out.

“Ooh,” you pick up the pair of white, lace, crotchless panties that Satan laid next to his tail. “You wanna put these on for me?” He nods, so you ease him off of your lap and onto his back on the bed. Hovering over him, you pull down his new maternity pants and the underwear he’s been wearing today- catching sight of the noticeable wet spot from his arousal- before you toss them off the bed.

Satan preens under your gaze, spreading his legs as wide as they’ll go so you can get a good look at his soaked pussy. “Pretty kitty,” you muse softly, rubbing his erect clit gently. Satan lets out a whimper, bucking his hips as best as he can into your touch. Your other hand rubs and massages his belly affectionately.

You touch him for a moment longer, drinking up the sounds he makes as you tease him. When you pull your hand away from between his legs, Satan whines, loud and very disappointed. Your hand that was rubbing his belly goes to pinch his inner thigh as you mumble,

“Behave,” as a warning. He huffs, but doesn’t have the time to get too upset when he sees you pick up the panties. You help him into them, pulling the fabric through one leg, then the other. Slowly, you pull them up until the garment sits nicely on his hips, framing his pussy for you. You let out a low whistle at the sight.

“God, you look so good,” you practically moan. A proud smirk works its way onto Satan’s face; he’s obviously very pleased with the fact that a simple article of clothing could have such an effect on you.

“Tail next,” you hum, grabbing the buttplug that’s affixed with a furry white tail. Satan practically wiggles with giddiness, gnawing on his puffy lips.

You grab the lube next, popping it open and lathering your fingers with it. The slick from his pussy has dribbled downwards, so Satan’s asshole is already wet when your fingers come in contact with it. You rub his rim gently,

“Relax for me kitten,” his eyes flutter shut as he focuses on doing what he’s told. With him lax under you, you’re able to press a finger into him with little resistance. Satan lets out a half pained, half pleasured moan. “Oh, taking me so well kitten, good boy,” you groan, and he practically purrs under the praise, sinking further into his headspace.

With him soothed and submissive, you’re able to easily get two fingers into him in no time. You stretch and fuck his ass with your fingers until you know he’ll be able to take the plug. Satan’s been moaning, groaning, and whimpering under you, making all sorts of sweet noises. Then, to hear him more you continue to finger fuck him, savoring the way he twitches and squeezes around your fingers.

“Guh- Muh- Puh- nghh-” his noises have shifted to sounding like syllables of something. He wants to talk so badly, and each sound comes out like he’s biting the words before they leave his mouth.

“What’s on your silly little mind, kitty?” you ask, giving him permission to speak.

“Please fuck my vagina, fuh-fill me, breed me again, I- ah- I wanna give you a litter please, please,” he blurts.

“Oh sweet boy,” you moan, delicately pulling your fingers from his hole. You take the plug, lube it up, and slip it into him easily. Satan knocks his head back and moans when his ass is filled with the plug.

“That feel good?” you ask, knowing the answer. He nods, his eyes fluttering shut as he adjusts to the new intrusion.

“Fuck me,” he pleads after a moment, like you would have forgotten about what he wants already. Feeling your own patience thinning, you quickly strip yourself of your clothes, letting out a relieved sigh when your dick is finally free from the confines of your pants.

“Have to stretch you,” you remind him, and you watch him turn red.

“No!” he wails, “I can take it, fuck me now,” he glares at you, his eyes bright and wild. You shake your head, not allowing his temper tantrum to affect your judgment.

“If you talk like that I’ll gag you,” you warn, and Satan bites his lip as you brush your lubed fingers against his cunt. “I’ll be quick, but I’m not going to fuck you until you’re stretched,” you decide. He lets out a frustrated grunt, but doesn’t talk back.

With how turned on and relaxed he is, it doesn’t take you long to have two fingers stretching and fucking open his pussy. Satan practically sobbed with relief when your digits entered him. Now he squirms and pants as your fingers curl upwards and press against his most sensitive spots. By the time you ease in a third finger, he’s close to cumming- yet refusing to admit that- so you pull your fingers out and give his lips a kiss to muffle his complaints.

Spreading the mix of lube and his juices onto your cock, you let out a soft moan at the sensation. Though you’ve been inside of him so many times before, you’ll always get excited for the heavenly pleasure that will overcome you when you slide into Satan’s pussy.

“Condom?” you ask, mostly out of habit. Instantly Satan’s brows furrow, a scowl forming on his lips. “Okay, okay, calm down kitten, I’ll fill you up with my cum,” you promise, doing your best to avoid frustrating him, kissing the glare away from his face.

When you pull back he looks content, and his disposition continues to improve when you line yourself up with his pussy.

“Good,” he purrs, outright moaning when the head of your cock presses against his entrance. You slowly push your hips forward, successfully popping yourself into his hot, wet, sticky cunt.

“Oh-” he moans, arching his back upwards, pressing his ever-growing belly against you. A moan leaves your lips as you think about the time you knocked him up. Satan didn’t have to do any convincing, but that didn’t stop him from explaining all the pros (in meticulous detail) of getting him pregnant. His presentation had turned you on like an aphrodisiac, and you’d fucked him into the early morning.

The way he scratches his nails into your shoulders brings you back to the present, and you press yourself further into him. You watch carefully for any signs of distress or discomfort, but he looks pleased as a peach under you.

As soon as your cock is fully inside of him, with your skin pressing against his and his legs wrapping around your waist, Satan lets out a startled noise. You feel it within the next second- the warm liquid gushing from his pussy. Your hips jerk against your will as you realize Satan is pissing himself, and absolutely soaking the panties he has on.

He lets out a long drawn out moan as he relieves himself, and you bring a hand down to pass your fingers through his stream.

“Got too full having both my baby and cock in your belly, huh? Just couldn’t hold it in?” Satan nods lazily, squeezing around your length at your words. “The plug up your ass probably didn’t help,” you muse as you move your hips back then forward, “you love getting the piss fucked out of you, isn’t that right?” He nods again, and you feel his stream dying down.

“Say it,” you urge, slowly rocking your hips as you start to fuck him in earnest.

“It feels so good,” he slurs. You groan softly, then stick your piss covered fingers into his mouth. He licks and sucks on them immediately, cleaning you up obediently.

Spurred on by the sight before you- with Satan drooling and slobbering on your fingers, his tits bouncing each time your hips snap against his, his eyes rolling up when you adjust to fuck him better- you can’t help but pick up the pace, fucking him harder with each thrust.

“Such a good kitty,” you praise breathlessly, and Satan digs his nails into your skin, meowing and moaning as best as he can around your fingers.

It’s when you nearly choke him that you decide to finally pull your hand away from his face. He pants for breath, drool running down his chin. You bring your now spit covered fingers to Satan’s pussy, circling and rubbing his clit.

“Close,” he tells you urgently after a moment. You’re surprised he’s still able to speak coherently, but it’s nice that he gave you a warning.

Re-angling your hips once again, you make sure your cock hits all the right spots inside of him. Your reward is the way that Satan’s cunt clenches like a vice around you,

“Fuck,” you grunt, feeling your own orgasm barrel towards you.

Satan cums first, choking out your name as he claws at your shoulders. You fuck him through it, following soon after and, as promised, pumping him full of your cum.

He lets out a soft whimper, going limp as you fuck him through your climax. You let him clench and squeeze around you, riding out any aftershocks, until it’s painful to do so. Leaning down and kissing him lovingly, you slowly pull yourself out of him.

Satan whines against your lips, but is otherwise in a state of euphoria. Laying next to him, you pull him into your arms. You mindlessly rub his belly, kissing his sweaty forehead, then his flushed cheeks, down to his jaw, his chin, and finally you sweetly kiss his lips. Satan sighs contently as you do, snuggling closer to you.

“Clean me up?” he requests softly, peeking an eye open to gauge your response. You kiss him again,

“Of course,” you reply, pulling away only enough to reach the wipes on the bedside table. Carefully, you go through the slow and dutiful process of pulling his tail plug from him, taking off all his accessories, and wiping down his body. As you do so, Satan effortlessly mutters a spell that voids the pee from the bed, making things much more comfortable for himself. With a kiss to his belly, you dispose of the dirty wipes, and return to Satan’s side.

“Thank you for doing that for me,” he says softly, humming appreciatively when you run your hands through his hair, “I enjoyed myself a lot, and feel much better,” he continues.

“I had a lot of fun too!” you assure him, “I’m always happy to take your mind off things, Satan,” he snorts.

“Yes, that’s true, and it’s part of why I love you so,” he’s told you this thousands of times now, but it still makes your heart flutter and ache happily. Satan pulls you in for a kiss, and just before your lips meet you catch the way his green eyes glitter with delight.

His stomach rumbles seconds later, and you huff out a laugh when his mood swivels from loving to serious as he pulls away to bluntly state, “I’m hungry.”

You’re glad you thought ahead, because neither of you want to leave each others embrace as you reach for the snacks you’d left on the bedside table.

#well i think the title is funny so i dont care if you guys think its lame !#cw pregnancy #cw breeding kink #p/iss #cw pet play #cw dumbification #sub satan #sub obey me #spice

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sagisatoru · 8 months

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um ok so basically i read htbad by @/prettyboykatsuki obsessively and also another fic i cannot remember who exactly wrote rn but here is this bc uhm yeah 🛌 cw: pet play…gojo’s weird asf but what’s new (definitely not projecting) also boot riding 😔 degrading but like a little

“Such a good girl for me. Is that what you’re waiting to hear?” Satoru sneers down at you— knees on the ground, sitting straddling one of his boots as you grind on it, whining as you nod at him with wide eyes.

Gojo’s cold glare melts into an amused smirk. Pathetic, he thinks. Truthfully, his eyes are about to roll into the back of his skull from how needy you look, how desperate. He could say whatever he wanted to you right now and you’d only ask for his cock. Satoru plays with an idea as if it were a marble in his mind.

“Like a dog,” he says darkly, meant to be teasing, but just saying the words steal a bit of air from his lungs. You can’t help but whine again, grinding your hips harder against him to get some more friction. You should be ashamed, but the tension makes it hard to focus on anything other than pleasure as you rub against the laces of his shoe.

Gojo likes you like this, he thinks. Throwing yourself all over him, grinding on him like you just can't help yourself. “You need better manners, though,” he sighs, pulling you up and placing you in his lap. Pulls your underwear to the side and sits you right on his half-hard dick.

“Let's start the first lesson; patience.”

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max13l · 13 days

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Since I can't stop thinking about it because of this post where Daniel's chain looks like it could be a collar, here's a little thing on the "making him worse" trope but with Maxiel and pet play. AKA puppy play but instead of Max trying to fix Daniel, it's actually meant to make him "worse" (or better depending on your interpretation).

After his time at McLaren, Max thought Daniel became unusually pliant and... almost submissive? Losing his typical confidence and aggressiveness that Max had come to know when they were teammates (and that he knew he loved). Max thinks it's very much showing in his racing too, holding Daniel back from showing his full potential on track like he used to before. And Max decides he can't have this, so he comes up with a plan. He's going to train Daniel.

Max is going to train Daniel, but instead of how training is usually meant to make someone listen better and be more in control of themselves, he would do the exact opposite for Daniel. He wants him to lose control. Wants him to be aggressive. To bite. To be a right cunt, as Daniel would say. And if it lands him with more than a few bitemarks, then so be it. It will be worth it.

Before propositioning his boyfriend, Max does the (very minimal) research he feels is necessary and orders all the supplies he will need to be successful with his plan. It won't be an immediate success though, it is supposed to be a long process after all, Max knows, but since they don't have infinite time to get Daniel back to the driver he used to be, he will have to make it as efficient as possible.

When Max first brings it up to Daniel, he thinks Max is joking. Pretend to be a dog? How the hell was that going to make his driving better? Max attempts to explain how it works as best as he can, but Daniel just isn't taking it as seriously as he would like. Max doesn't have time for this; he'll just have to show him. "Whatever. Just trust me? This will be good for you, Daniel. Try with me? I will make it good for you. You already like barking so much and you pee outside, you're halfway there." Guess Daniel can't argue with that.

Max was satisfied with Daniel, albeit reluctantly, agreeing to play along. He told his boyfriend as much by scheduling their first scene for the next day, it wasn't a race weekend, Max made sure to time it perfectly.

When Max told Daniel to be prepared the next day, Daniel couldn't say he expected the onslaught of things Max had got for him. Seeing all the... stuff? ("Gear? Is that what Max called it?") Daniel realized then that Max is actually extremely serious about this. He should've known, his boyfriend never half-asses things that aren't media duties.

Daniel felt his face warm up looking at all the items Max carefully laid out for him, and if his cock twitched at the thought of putting them all on, that's between him and God. Two particular items were the most intimidating to him, the pup hood modeled after a Doberman, pointy ears and all leather, and the black silicone tail plug. Aside from those, a leather harness and jockstrap were also waiting for him. He supposes he can handle this much, though he still thinks it's all a bit silly. He tells himself he only agreed because Max has indulged him in the past, so he can do the same for him. He still doesn't understand how this is supposed to help with his driving though.

The first scene didn't go quite as Max would've wanted it to. Daniel wasn't taking it seriously enough. Sure, he barked when Max told him, but Max could tell he wasn't actually into it. He wasn't in the right headspace yet and was only pretending to try and make Max happy. Max was not happy. He needed Daniel to fully give in if this was going to work.

By the time they had another scene planned, Max figured out what he thinks will get Daniel in the right headspace. Max had to piss him off, bad. He wanted Daniel to get to be angry and in tune with expressing his frustration again, instead of subduing and locking it away, through this, and he will make it happen. And what better time to do so than after another shit short lived race for Daniel? Max knew Daniel should already be upset, but it wasn't enough, so why not add him being overtly flirty with every other man and woman around when he knew Daniel was watching? Daniel wasn't necessarily a jealous man, but he definitely had his possessive streaks, especially after bad races when his patience was already thin.

Daniel slammed the door when he made his way into Max's room, "Max, what the fuck? Are you trying to play with me or something, eh?" exactly as Max wanted him. To rub it in more, Max left champagne linger in his hair and on his skin, so Daniel could smell it. Max only smiled seemingly nonchalant about everything on the surface, yet his cock throbbed against the tight jeans he changed into earlier, he couldn't wait any longer. "Playing? No, we have a scene to do, don't we?"

Daniel was about to protest when it clicked. Alright, Max wants a scene? He'll fucking get one. With no words, Daniel left to get ready, leaving Max behind with a big satisfied grin on his face, this is going so smoothly for once.

On his return, Max could still see the anger in Daniel's eyes, dark and fiery, accentuated by the pup hood, which Daniel chose to only wear the top part of this time. "Why do you still smell like champagne?", Daniel couldn't fucking believe it once he got close enough to Max, could see and definitely smell the champagne on Max, he could feel a snarl creeping on him, making his lip twitch, "You fucking-"

"Dogs don't talk, Daniel." Max responded calmly knowing he'll only press Daniel further.

As soon as he uttered those words, Max found himself on the floor, Daniel growling above him. With his mouth free, Daniel immediately started lapping at the champagne coating Max's neck, then he couldn't hold back from biting Max, breaking the skin on his shoulder and sternum. Then time started blurring as Daniel continued to take what he needed. He fucked Max hard and thorough, barking and snarling as he did it, feeling something snap inside him, all tension leaving his body as he howled and filled his Master up.

"Good boy." Max slurred, fucked out but happy.

After that scene, Daniel started to understand why Max thought this might help him. They kept it up, doing scenes more frequently, Daniel becoming more and more acquainted with his feral side, all the pent up anger and frustration finding a way to be released after years of letting it pile up somewhere at the back of his mind. It started to show in Daniel's on track results too, people seeming surprised at Daniel's "newfound passion for racing". He always felt himself wanting to growl at them for it, to fight, it wasn't new, it was just subdued. Not anymore.

They had a system now, seeing progress early enough, very much to Max's pleasure. Daniel had collars made specifically for him: a play one that was a heavy leather one that matched his hood, letting Max know what Daniel wants without him needing to speak a word and disrupt his own immersion in pup space; a day collar that looked like a regular chain necklace, but Daniel and Max knew its real meaning, reminding Daniel of the fire in him, of the way Max owns him and yet he's got so much power over him, the bitemarks left on Max's skin temporary reminders of it, the weight of the chain working as a physical reminder of the weight of the play collar he wears when he pounds the living daylights out of Max; they also had a ribbon Daniel could wear around his neck while in the car, hidden under his fireproofs.

Another thing that became an important part of their scenes and also proved useful to Daniel during race weekends was a clicker. Max found out about clicker training a bit after they started their scenes and knew he would find a way to incorporate it in Daniel's training. Now, Daniel carries it around before races, making clicking it three times a part of his ritual. It puts him in the right headspace, any possible anxiety washing away and being replaced with fire burning in his stomach, making him want, want, want. Just like his Master taught him. Daniel hasn't felt this content and confident in a good while.

After yet another good race and a less intense scene than their usual, Daniel pressed a kiss on Max's sweaty forehead, "Thank you, Maxy. You were right about this." Max smiled softly, blissed out in Daniel's arms, "I am, of course, always right about you."

"Just don't let this old dog bite you in the ass next season, yeah?"

#maxiel #cw pet play #cw undernegotiated kink #idk what this is but it's... a lot #the voices got loud i couldn't stop them so there's around 1.4k words of this #hope someone likes it ig #my writing #my fic

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chrollohearttags · 10 months

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late night, diabolical thought because I can’t sleep 🤭 (NSFW) (please ignore this)

saw one of those cow bikini cosplays on amazon and now I’m imagining farmer!reiner getting so turned on by it….his dumb little baby over, putting you on all fours as he fucks her throat. Making the bell on your neck jiggle every time he moves your head. He’d put you across his lap and spank you until your tongue sticks, drooling all over yourself as he plays with the tail that’s actually a plug and teases you with it. Finally, he ends up fucking you so stupid, you can barely even make coherent words; breeding you at least three times—

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m0rgu3wif3 · 3 months

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what would yall think about pet play w/ mahito............. hear me out PLEASE-

I just think that he's such a little fucking freak, he enjoys learning in the most unconventional ways. he already likes you a lot, more than he expected to like any human. and of course, mahito knows OF sex, he knows that's how humans make babies and they do it for fun too. but puppy!mahito is real asf in my eyes. so needy for your praise and validation, for your scolding, and for his punishments. he could very well transmute you into an unrecognizable creature of your worst nightmares. but, he doesn't (and you don't question why). because he loves it when you guide his hips and teach him how to fuck you just right. hammering into your sloppy wet cunt, forcing those cute noises from you just by leaning his weight into you a bit more and using his long fingers to torture your overstimulated clit. he loves hearing you choke out praises during and after you both cum. he loves your human warmth, your lips all over his face when he does well. he's never wanted to do well in his short life, he just did as he pleased. that hasn't gone away, and after some time, you know that scolding and punishments don't work on him. not only is he a masochist, but he latches onto all of your attention, positive or negative. the only way to really know you're displeased or hurt is to ignore him wholly. he's a dick and a brat, so he won't immediately drop to his knees and beg for you to pay attention to him again. but after a few hours, days even, he's sick of it and misses you running your fingers through his hair and his misses biting you playfully for no reason. only then will he drop his pride and apologize, looking up at you with eyes the size of the moon. in all fairness, it's your fault. you spoil him silly, mahito is so hard to say no to when he looks like that.

so YES okay puppy!mahito my little baby my princess my sweetheart I just wanna fucking deep fry him so bad

#jjk x reader #x reader #cw pet play #jjk drabble #mahito #mahito x reader #jjk mahito #hes so cute #i love him

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iceman-soup · 5 months

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amab reader x bot!soap

Though it's technically unspoken, the whole base knows that rottweiler!hybrid!Soap is yours. Sure, he should be Price's - he's the captain, of course. Or even Ghost's; why wouldn't he be, they're so close after all?

But it's you that he follows around all day, at your heels without even being instructed to do so. His tail whacking against your legs as it wags almost constantly, only speeding up when you pet or kiss him every so often.

On breaks, it's always you who he curls up on the sofa next to, head on your thigh as you scratch your fingers through his hair. His eyes either closed in bliss or looking adoringly up at you, ears pricking up whenever you speak.

Sitting with you in your office, whining when you tease him for wanting to crawl up onto your lap as you work. He just won't listen to "you're not a lapdog, honey," and climbs up onto you anyway, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, soft ears ticking your cheek, not moving even when someone comes in to talk to you.

Making sure everyone can hear him yap your name from your room when you're pounding into him, holding his tail out of the way with one hand and the other firmly between his shoulder blades, steadying you as you lean down to mutter praises to him, your pace not slowing even as he whimpers and cums.

Watching as he limps a little the next day, your eye being the one he catches if someone asks him if he's alright. Not being able to hide your smirk when he winces upon sitting down, his tail wagging a little even so when he sees you staring.

#me and my inconsistent posts look at me go #watching revision videos whilst writing smut is truly an interesting experience #hoping i dont think about puppy soap too much in my exams now #rottweiler!hybrid!soap #john soap mactavish #cod men x male reader #soap x male reader #amab reader x cod men #x male reader #soap x reader #cod smut #cw smut #cw pet play #dk if it counts but imma tag it anyway for these ones

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miasmaghoul · 5 months

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dew tugging aether around by the d ring in that collar… 🤤

(In reference to this post)

yeah sure okay lets go

(cw for heavy pet play, some feminization, humiliation, marking, mentions of knotting, a little blood, praise, and these two being just so insane about each other <3)

Dew would adore that. He'd be striding through the halls with Aether on a short leash, guiding him like a good puppy through the most populated areas the abbey holds. Aether in nothing but some pretty pale purple lingerie and his collar. Dew with his head held high, so proud of himself, and Aether with hearts in his eyes over seeing Dew so happy.

On those days, Aether does whatever Dew pleases. Gives and takes and suffers the bottomless bliss Dew provides him. Leaves himself at the mercy of his beloved Dewdrop, lets Dew have full control. From how he dresses to what he eats, from when he's allowed to use the bathroom to who he interacts with.

More often that not, by the end of the day, he's exhausted. Wrung dry and marked all over, fang marks and handprints and already-blooming bruises of all shapes and sizes. Courtesy of every member of their motley little pack, or of their Papa, or perhaps even Sister Imperator, if Dew was feeling particularly feisty.

Dew himself, though, does not touch. Doesn't give Aether any bit of himself until he's been thoroughly fucked in every possible way. Left used up and drained, wrecked in a way that makes Dew's heart flutter. He loves Aether always, but something about him sloppy and ruined and wonderfully whorish really does something for him.

It goes both ways, but that's not important right now.

Aether knows what's coming the moment Dew gets him back into he room. Knows that Dew will make him stand in the middle of the room, still as a statue while he examines him. Traces bruises and welts, caresses the torn edges of his panties and his snapped bra strap. Dew invariably finds a bite that's still fresh enough to squeeze a little blood from, makes Aether wince while he gathers it on his thumb.

"Beautiful."

Dew always says it, every time. He comes to stand before Aether, posture loose and bulge obvious. Dew holds up his hand and the droplet of red on his thumb glistens on the lamplight. Aether yearns to taste it.

"You did so, so well for me today, sweetheart."

Dew coos it, honey-thick, and Aether's heart soars. Hearing Dew's praise, his pleasure, his genuine pride in his performance - it's enough to have Aether shivering, to have his breath catching in his throat. Dew tugs the leash still in his hand and Aether gasps, swallow hard. He looks at Dew with soft, pleading eyes and the little ghoul smiles.

"Speak."

It's a command you would give a dog, and Aether's knees wobble.

"Th-thank you," he manages, voice raspy and raw. The byproduct of the screams he'd been letting out while he took two knots at once, among other things. "Thank you, Master."

Dew's pleased purr rumbles so loudly it makes Aether’s toes curl. A flash of Mountain's dick sliding between his feet flashes through his mind, and Aether’s spent, overworked cock tingles behind stained satin.

"Such a sweet pup," Dew hums, wrapping the leash tighter around his hand. It forces Aether to hunch, but he doesn't even try to fight it. He still hasn't taken his eyes off that pretty crimson spot on Dew's thumb. His tail swishes absently over the floor. "In fact," Dew continues, close enough now that Aether can smell him, "I think someone deserves a treat."

Dew gestures at the floor and Aether’s legs give out immediately. He falls to his knees with a huff, mindless, obedient, and then Dew's removing the leash. Setting it aside so he can hook a long finger into the ring on the collar itself. Can tug Aether's useless body forward like he's nothing but a toy and force him to look up. Dew offers his thumb, and Aether’s mouth falls open immediately.

"Enjoy it, pup," Dew says, pressing his thumb into the meat of Aether’s tongue. He wraps his lips around the digit immediately; he taste of his own blood on Dew's ever-metallic skin makes him so dizzy. "I have other things to feed you."

Aether shudders, fixated now on Dew's sparkling copper eyes. On the cut of his jaw and the proud line of his nose. On the way his lips curl at the corners, and his eyes crease to match. He looks like he's having the most fun in the world, and Aether loves him so much it hurts.

Dewdrop presses down on his tongue, forces out a startled gurgle, and his smile tells Aether that Dew loves him right back.

#miasma's work #the band ghost ficlets #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #dewther #aethdew #aether/dew #aether x dew #im really high guys can u tell #cw pet play #also now you guys know what kind of guy dew is when it comes to honorifics teehee

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katasstrophy · 1 year

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Since chigiri likes cats, a bitch is about to put on some cat ears and a collar to meow at him (I'm down so bad for this man send help).

cw. ѕмυт. mdni! pet play.

don’t be shy 🥺 crawl into his lap and hump his growing erection until chigiri’s panting and hard as a rock, then offer to free his long, pretty curved cock from his pants, kitten licking the pre oozing from his slit and overstimulating his sensitive tip until he’s shooting thick, hot ropes of cum down your throat 🥺 but don’t worry, since you were such a good little pet for him he’ll be sure to reward you by tongue fucking you from behind until you can barely stay upright on all fours, shoving your cat ear clad head into his pillows and clawing at the sheets like the desperate, needy kitty you are 🥺 and chigiri decides that simply won’t do - guess he has to manhandle you into a mating press so you have no choice but to mark the expanse of his back with angry red lines from your sharp nails 🥺

#—ping! new message from (anon)#this is how i find out chigiri likes cats. man has taste i'll give him that #y'all i'm not even supposed to be into this man why are you make me feral for him this must end #chigiri smut #chigiri hyoma smut #blue lock smut #cw pet play

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frenchfrywrites · 6 months

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Kinktober day 13

Pet play

MINORS DNI

warnings: top dom amab gn reader, sub bottom trans man Idia, pet play

"Ugh I look so stupid," you hear Idia grumble from within the bathroom.

"I'm sure you don't," you call, shifting from where you're sat on the bed. You'd suggested trying something new in the bedroom, and Idia had been excited in the beginning, but now that you're actually here, he's a lot more hesitant. "Why don't you come out, and let me see you?"

"Noooo," he whines, "you're totally gonna laugh at me."

"I promise I won't," you try. To your delight, and minor surprise, the door opens. Idia stands before you, a pair of cat ears clipped to his head, the collar you bought him clasped around his neck, one of your tshirts draped across his body, and a blue cat tail peaking out from under it. His hair is tinged pink, matching his blushing face. He looks adorable.

"Aww," you coo, "you look cute!" Idia gives you an unconvinced look. "I'm serious!" you pat your lap, "c'mere, let me get a better look at you, kitty."

Despite himself, Idia joins you on the bed, awkwardly making himself comfortable on your legs.

You run your hands along his thighs, taking in the view before you. "I think you look super cute," you tell him, kissing his lips. Idia lets out a soft noise, clutching the front of your shirt to keep you close.

"My pretty, cute kitty," you hum as you pull away. Idia groans, covering his blushing face with his hands. "What's the matter? Too cringe?" you huff, squeezing his thighs.

"Yeah," he huffs, "it's ultra cringe," he pauses for a long moment, his flush deepening, "but it makes me really wet," he whispers.

You moan, sneaking a hand under his shirt to find that he's not wearing any underwear. Sliding your finger between his folds you find that his cunt is ridiculously slick. Idia lets out a shuddered breath, rocking his hips against your finger.

"Fuck, babe," you slide a finger into his eager hole, "kitten, I wanna fuck you so bad," Idia buries his face into your shoulder, his hands once again clinging to your shirt.

"Please," he whines.

"Please, what?" you tease, pressing another finger inside of him.

"Please, master," he squeaks. You pull your fingers from him, giving his clit a quick rub before taking your hand out from under his shirt.

"Make yourself comfortable on the bed, kitty," Idia does as he's told, scrambling off your lap, and onto the bed. He lays on his stomach, holding onto a pillow for support, while propping his ass up so you can see the tail plug stretching his asshole.

You make quick work of stripping yourself and grabbing the lube and a condom; then join him on the bed, settling yourself between his spread legs. You run a hand over his ass, squeezing one of his cheeks with an appreciative hum.

"So cute," Idia whines at your words, letting out a gasping moan when you spank him once. Your touch leaves him for just a moment so you can lube up your fingers before returning them to his cunt, pressing into him, stretching him open for your cock.

It doesn't take you long, with him so eager and needy for you, and soon you've got three fingers stretching and fucking him open. Idia flexes and clenches around you, whining. You feel hot and hard, pre leaking from your tip already, just looking at him.

"I'm ready," he groans, "please— master— I'm ready," so with a kiss to his back you slide your fingers out of his hole.

Quickly lubing up your cock and sliding on a condom, you line yourself up with him. Idia lets out a slow breath as you press into him, doing his best to relax.

Leaning over his body you kiss his shoulder, "you feel so good around me, kitty," you murmur softly. Idia squeezes around you, his fingers clutching the bed sheets,

"Thank you," he whispers, squeezing around you tight as you inch further and further into him.

It's not long before your hips press flush against Idia's, his fake tail rubbing against the front of your body. You tug it gently, and Idia moans loudly, knocking his head forward into the pillow, and arching his back.

"Fuck, baby," you groan, unable to stop your hips from jerking into his cunt.

"Please, master, please move," he whimpers, slightly muffled from his face being pressed into the pillow.

With his permission, you set a nice pace, marveling in the way that he keens and groans under you. You litter his upper back and shoulders with kisses as you fuck into him. Idia flutters around you, like his cunt wants to suck you back in every time you pull your hips back.

All is well until you hear a hushed "wait, wait." You pause immediately,

"Everything okay?" you ask, concern heavy in your tone. Idia nods,

"Yeah just," he brings a hand up to tug at the collar, "I want this off, it's making me freak out," he eventually confesses. You let out a relieved sigh, and help him take off the collar, kissing his neck once it's off.

"Better?" you ask, slowly thrusting your hips back into him. Idia snickers, which turns into a moan,

"Yeah, yes," he moans, "harder?"

"What do you say kitty?" you tease, readjusting your hips, and hitting him at a different angle.

"Please, please, please—oh," you cut off his begging by sharply thrusting your hips into him. Idia practically melts with a sob of pleasure as you fuck him hard and fast.

"Good boy, feel so fucking good," you groan, feeling your orgasm steadily approaching. Idia gurgles something similar to your name, his cunt spasaming around your cock.

"Gonna— wanna cum, master, please hah, can I?" you moan, reaching a hand around to play with his clit,

"Cum for me baby, fuck," and with a couple more thrusts of your hips you pull him over the edge. Idia moans your name, gushing around you as he cums. You follow soon after, filling the condom and fucking him through your orgasm.

Idia lets himself fall face first into the bed once he's finished. You have just enough strength to pull out and toss the condom, before you flop down on the bed next to him.

"Thanks for not laughing," Idia whispers, turning so he can cuddle into your body.

"Are you kidding? That was so hot, we're definitely doing that again," you kiss him gently, "if you want to, of course," you add.

Idia gives you a shy smile, "um, yeah, I want to," he agrees. You reach up to scratch behind his fake cat ears and he giggles, burying his face in your chest.

#kinktober/2023 #spice #sub twst #sub idia #cw pet play

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