How it feels when you try to find a fanfic where the MC/reader isn't a white tiny woman, who for some reason isn't capable of intelligent thoughts and just keeps crying and following the ML/romantic interest like she is a child who keeps needing saving and crying
She is also either tiny and small or "chubby" (it's not chubby it's literally just the same white girl with huge breasts and big ass and thighs)
Summary: You hold Frank captive in a cage to do with as you please. He hates it… Right?
R18+ || WC: 6k
CW: mildly dubious consent, cages, voyeurism, chains, muzzles, captivity, sex toys, edging, orgasm denial, masturbation
On AO3
Clack. Clack. Clack. The sound of expensive heels on hard marble.
Frank’s eyes slowly opened halfway at the now familiar sound coming his way. From his position on the floor, back against the metal of the cage, Frank watched your bodyguard leave your side to go and stand close to the door you had just come through. You, however, approached Frank with measured steps until you stopped in front of the bars. You stood close, but not close enough. Never close enough.
“Good evening, Frank.”
Your voice was low and seductive, feeling like a warm caress down Frank’s spine. But Frank knew better. Knew from the sharp edges of your smile, the hungry glint in your eyes. As beautiful as you were, there was nothing sweet or soft about you. You held yourself with confidence, always coming to find him while dressed in clothes that complimented your every feature; not a hair out of place, everything about your appearance perfect. Tonight, you were wearing a knee-length pencil dress, the color fitting your skin tone and matching the stilettos Frank had heard you arrive in.
Although he didn’t react to the greeting, whenever you showed up, try as he might, Frank found himself unable to look away from you. And he hated himself for it. But more than that, he hated that you were aware of it. Used that knowledge to play with him. Taunt him.
“How was your day?” you asked conversationally as you took a seat on the plush couch that stood in front of the cage, unbothered by his silence.
“Excitin’,” he ended up replying, his tone flat and his words covered in derision as he made a small hand gesture to encompass the room he was being held captive in, the motion making the shackles clank against metal.
Ever since you’d taken an interest in him, Frank had been separated from the other prisoners and transferred to a different house. There, he’d been taken to a lavish living room that was all black marble with white furniture and decor, while the couple of opulent, leafy plants were the only dots of color. A large, black fireplace was sitting at the center of the back wall, on top of which hung a massive black and gilded mirror. A thick, white rug lay in front of the fireplace and took up a large part of the room, while two white armchairs framed a black coffee table on top of the rug. The couch you were sitting on was equally white and placed slightly off-center compared to the armchairs and table, with the cage standing right in front of it. As impressive as the room was, and despite the roaring fireplace, it felt colder than the sort of basement he’d been held in at first. Although Frank now received decent food, had a cot to sleep on, and was allowed into an adjoining bathroom for basic necessities twice a day, he was alone for hours on end, still chained and caged and without any viable way of getting out of there. And with the cage’s placement, it was obvious that it was solely there for entertainment purposes. Your entertainment, to be more accurate, since you were the only one to visit him, if he didn’t count the two guards who took him to and from the bathroom. With your eyes fixed on him like they were now, Frank felt like a kept pet.
You chuckled and folded one leg over the other, a smooth movement that Frank’s eyes followed without his volition.
“Hm… so you didn’t miss me?”
Frank scoffed and sneered at you, but by how you smirked knowingly, Frank knew that you weren’t fooled. No, he didn’t miss you, but you were a constant presence at the back of his mind. Clenching his teeth, Frank forced his face into a blank expression again.
“Oh, Frank.” You shook your head with an exaggerated sigh and leaned forward. “Why can’t you ever be honest with me? When I’ve been so good to you.”
“Yeah? Then how ‘bout you come closer so I can thank you properly, huh?” This time, Frank was the one to smile, no humor or kindness in the expression, just a baring of teeth.
You laughed again, pleasantly amused, before you reclined against the sofa and let your fingers trail the edge of your dress just over the swell of your breasts. Frank’s jaw tightened as he watched you lightly trace your fingers down your body, in no hurry at all. He felt like a moth, and you, a beautiful but deadly flame. You smiled lightly as Frank’s gaze remained on you, his eyes following the path of your fingers. Frank couldn’t explain his reaction to you. It wasn’t rational, and he knew that he should ignore you, should have ignored you from the beginning, which might have sent him back to the basement with a potentially better chance at escape. But like on the first day he’d seen you, had recognized the congresswoman that you were, and found out what you wanted of him, Frank wasn’t able to look anywhere but at you.
Frank’s jaw worked, and he swallowed when your hand reached the hem of the dress, your fingers dancing over your thighs before they slid between them. You loved doing this, teasing yourself and him by extension.
However, instead of continuing your path underneath your dress, you shot Frank a smirk and stood up again. You slowly turned your back on him and reached for the zipper of the dress, the movement making your back arch enticingly. Anger at himself rose in Frank’s gut at the fact that he was utterly unable to look away from each of your deliberate movements. You knew exactly how you looked while undressing like this and what effect you had on Frank. With a glacial pace, you began pulling at the zipper, revealing inch after inch of your skin to Frank’s watchful gaze. He would never admit to it, would take the secret to the grave, but he was eager to find out what you were wearing underneath. You never wore the same clothes twice, and the lingerie you chose was no exception. Once the dress was fully opened, you let it slip off your body to pool onto the floor. You stepped out of it but kept the heels on. Frank bit down on a groan as you turned back around to face him. You were wearing a lacy, almost see-through black bra, the fabric barely covering your already hard nipples. Paired with it was a pair of panties cut from the same material and a garter belt that hugged your waist. The straps that ran down to your thighs were attached to thin stockings, which completed the whole look with the heels.
“What do you think?” you said with a fake coy smile as you twirled around, knowing exactly how you looked and enjoying Frank’s gaze as he fought—and lost—to look away.
As expected, you didn’t need nor did you want an answer and only laughed softly to yourself as you stroked your hands along your skin. That’s what you usually did. You came to find Frank, undressed in front of him, and reveled in his stare as you played with yourself on the sofa until you climaxed. Since the first time this had happened, Frank had been mesmerized by how you slowly morphed from this pristine being to a beautifully debauched creature, getting off on being watched. Or more specifically, you enjoyed having someone at your mercy, someone who hated you but still wanted you, watch you.
“Do you want to touch me, Frank?” You tilted your head to the side as you thumbed your nipples through the lace with a small gasp, making sure to lock your eyes with his as you did it.
Since you didn’t sit down like you typically did, Frank slowly got up and purposely made his steps toward you unhurried, almost bored, refusing to let on that he was almost exploding with the urge to get his hands on you. The jury was still out on what he'd do with his hands if he ever got the chance. As he moved, the heavy chains linking his wrists to the back of the cage rattled and scraped against the metal.
“Told ya to come a lil closer, didn’t I?” His fingers curled around two bars as he stared at you intently.
In the few weeks since this had started, Frank had never gotten to touch you. Which, for you, was for the best, considering that Frank wanted nothing more than to wrap his hands around your neck and squeeze. But in all honesty, he wouldn’t even kill you immediately. Before, he’d want to feast on your skin with his mouth and tongue, with his teeth, and show you that he could make you come harder, faster than you could ever do on your own. Then he’d wrap his fingers around your throat and listen to you choke, begging for breath. Just the thought had him slowly getting harder than while he’d been watching you. It was that thought, among others, that he got himself off to during some nights once you’d had your fun and left. Because as much as your twisted games turned him on for some incomprehensible reasons, Frank had point-blank refused to give you a show by rubbing one out in front of you. It wasn’t something you minded, though, confident in your knowledge that he did, in fact, get off to thoughts of you, no matter the scenario going on in his head.
After his suggestion, to his surprise, you did take a step closer, and then another one, until you were almost touching the bars of the cage. Narrowing his eyes at your saccharine smile, Frank quickly analyzed the distance between your bodies. With lightning speed, Frank’s hands shot out for you with a loud clanking of chains. His arms came to a jarring halt, though, when the chains stopped him from reaching you fully, only his fingertips grazing your neck. With a devilish grin, you tutted at him and shook your head. As always, you had known exactly what you’d been doing and what his intentions had been, taunting him with the idea of touching you and the possibility of getting out if he could use you before he killed you.
With your eyes still fixed on him, you jerked your chin to the back of the cage, and suddenly, Frank was being pulled back by his arms. Taken by surprise, Frank stumbled and looked back to find your bodyguard tugging at the links, which explained why Frank hadn’t been able to get to you and why you’d come closer with so much confidence. He was forced backwards until the backs of his knees hit the little cot, and he fell into a slouching position on top of it. As his arms were pulled through the bars above his head and his wrists tied together, Frank cursed himself for falling into your trap when he should have known that you would never make such a mistake. Once he was secured, there was a mechanical click, and then you were stepping inside the cage, something dangling from the fingers of one of your hands.
Never one to show any fear or trepidation, Frank lifted his head in defiance and locked his eyes with yours, his lips pulling back in a silent snarl as you came closer.
“I brought something for you,” you said sweetly, ignoring his death stare, and stopped in front of him.
Frank’s eyes automatically moved to the object in your hand when you lifted it in front of him. He stared at it, his eyes widening for a second as he understood what he was seeing. You’d brought a fucking muzzle. If Frank hadn’t already felt like a pet before, now he most definitely did. The muzzle was a simple design, with two leather straps going along the jawline and a third one that started at the nose and would join the two others over the forehead. The front of the muzzle was long and made from metal, giving it a canine aspect. Something in Frank’s stomach burned and curled.
“Now,” you continued with a coaxing tone. “Am I going to have to ask Clay here to put it on by force?” You tilted your head towards your bodyguard still standing behind Frank. “Or are you going to be a good boy and let it happen without a fight?”
Frank wanted to bare his teeth, but he would look even more like a rabid dog, particularly after your ‘good boy’ comment. On the one side, Frank knew that you would love nothing more than to see him fight it, but on the other side, he also refused to simply give in. All in all, he was fucked, and from your little lopsided smile, you were fully aware of it. The muzzle was going on regardless of what Frank chose to do. This didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to make it easy for you.
“Depends… You gonna be the one puttin’ it on me if I don’t fight it, sweetheart?”
For the first time tonight, Frank felt a measure of satisfaction at the brief uptick of your eyebrow at the use of the endearment, showing a sliver of displeasure in your expression. You hated the level of condescension coming with the term. Small victories and all that, right?
The expression only lasted for the briefest of instants before your seductive smile was back in place, and you shot a glance behind Frank. The look was followed by Frank’s head being pulled back by his hair, making sure that he wouldn’t be able to move it. Fucking bodyguard.
“Sure, why not?” you replied to Frank’s taunt with your own teasing tone as you put one knee after the other on the cot, bracketing Frank’s thighs.
With no choice but to accept his fate, Frank gritted his teeth as you positioned the muzzle over his nose and mouth before you brought the straps running over his jaw to the back of his head. Frank watched you with dark eyes. You’d never been this close to him, he realized, as your bare thighs touched his and your fingers worked on his face. Just like the rest of you, your scent was pulling him in. Was there anything about you that didn’t call to him like a siren about to drown her prey?
As you worked on the strap going across his forehead, you finally dropped your focus onto him again, your eyes meeting his with a level of lust and victory that left Frank’s gut twisting. How could you be so terrifyingly beautiful?
“Mh, look at you,” you cooed as you sat back on his thighs to stare at your handiwork, while the bodyguard finally let go of Frank and walked back to stand at the door. “The big bad punisher, bound and muzzled like a dog.”
Excitement visibly coursed through your whole body as your eyes swam with burning arousal. You leaned in again and licked a long path over the metal of the muzzle while linking your fingers through it and pulling Frank’s face towards you. It was beyond obvious that this, right now, was what you wanted more than anything: Frank at your absolute mercy, to do with as you pleased.
A shiver ran down Frank's spine. He wished that it was only hatred or disgust that had caused it, but the twitch in his pants at the ecstasy in your eyes while you rolled your hips along his thighs belied these reasons.
“Come on now, sweetheart. Do your worst,” Frank growled, intentionally using the pet name again to get his mind back on track and annoy you in passing.
“Tsk, now, now, Frank. Don’t be like that. I wouldn’t want to have to gag you too.”
“Why don’t you, huh? Already muzzled me, didn't ya? What's that extra step?”
With your grip still on the grill of the muzzle, you tilted Frank's head up before you pressed your whole body against his to stare straight into his eyes.
“Because I want to hear every sound you make.”
He snorted in amusement. Torture? You were in for a rude awakening if you thought that you could get to him with that. However, your mouth pulled into a wide smile, so bright it was dangerous.
“Oh, Frank, no,” you whispered, kissing the end of the muzzle like you’d have pecked him on the lips. “I know that your tolerance for pain is unmeasured from what I’ve heard and seen. But that’s not what I want from you.” You sat back on his thighs and caressed your fingers down from his shoulders to his hips before dancing your fingertips over the button of his jeans and popping it open. “I want to hear you beg for more. Beg me to let you cum.”
Frank’s nostrils flared as his jaw tightened, a frisson going through him again.
“Fat chance.”
You smiled. “We’ll see.”
This time, he remained silent, which also seemed to please you.
“Now tell me,” you started conversationally as you linked your arms around his neck like a lover. “How many times have you gotten off after watching me?”
“Every time I thought about snapping your neck,” he rasped, stressing the word snapping.
“This here?” You moved back just enough to let him see you tilt your head to the side and glide your fingertips along the side of your neck. “Mh, you’d leave such nice bruises, wouldn’t you?”
Shit. Frank’s cock jerked behind his boxers and jeans at the image your words drew. You grinned knowingly, feeling his reaction since you were sitting right above his crotch. Lifting one hand, you were the one to put your fingers over Frank’s throat. The touch had Frank swallowing reflexively before exhaling harshly, making his Adam's apple bob against your palm.
“Is that how you’d start?” you said huskily as you squeezed your fingers a bit while sliding your other hand down to cup him through the denim.
Frank grunted and gasped faintly at the touch but then gritted his teeth, his hard eyes staring at you.
“Harder, hm?” You tightened your grip around his throat.
Although you would never have enough strength in your fingers to do any real harm with just one hand, your intense observation had Frank breathing harder and his cock twitching some more.
“It’s a shame, really,” you mused at last with a long sigh, removing both hands from him to lean to the side and reach for something next to Frank. “You’ve got such nice hands.”
“Still time to change your mind ‘n free ‘em,” Frank shot back, eyeing you with suspicion.
You only huffed a short laugh before you slid back over Frank’s thighs until you were sitting on his knees and holding up the object over the muzzle so Frank could see it dangling from two of your fingers. Frank stared at it before sliding his eyes over to you, his face impassive.
You smirked, one eyebrow raised in challenge. “Still think you won’t beg?”
Silence was the only thing he could answer with right now. Frank wished that he could say that he would never get hard enough to use the toy anyway and make it useless, but the lie was sitting right in front of your eyes, creating a bulge in the front of his jeans. And it was exactly because Frank was having this reaction to you and fighting it every step of the way that you wanted to play with him in the first place. He wouldn’t be in this fucking tight spot if he hadn't shown you any interest. In his whole life, he’d never wanted someone while hating them so much.
Placing the cock ring back on the cot, you shot Frank one last quick glance of amusement before you lowered your gaze to your hands as they reached for his fly. Frank exhaled deeply through his nose in anticipation of what was to come while you unzipped his jeans and opened them wide to tug them over his hips. You then ghosted your fingertips along the waistband of his boxers, his jaw tensing at the light contact, before you pulled the boxers down as well.
“My, my, my, Frank. So this was what you were hiding from me. With the size of this”—you stroked one lazy finger down his length, from the tip to his balls, eliciting a small jerk from Frank—“the silicone is going to feel extra snug,” you hummed gleefully.
Frank’s heart was racing as you retrieved the cock ring again and drew your fingers along the two simple, black silicone loops before you brought them to his cock. With the way you deftly worked the toy, Frank quickly understood that this wasn’t your first rodeo with it. Gritting his teeth and looking at the ceiling, Frank forced himself not to react as you slid the larger loop around both his length and his balls. You weren’t using any lube, meaning that the friction felt just on this side of uncomfortable. While he ended up letting out a hiss of discomfort, once the silicone snapped into place and you began working on the loop that would go only around his cock, Frank had to squeeze his eyes shut as he fought to hide his reaction to the new sensations.
“Fuck,” he eventually ground out under his breath, but you were so close to him that you heard him anyway and uttered a tinkling laugh of satisfaction.
Frank couldn’t open his eyes yet, refusing to meet your smug gaze and grin at the fact that he was now painfully hard, his cock straining up.
“Exactly how I’d imagined it.”
Ultimately, it was your whispered words, filled with pure lust, that had Frank finally opening his eyes to find you staring at him hungrily, your hands teasing up the inside of your thighs. He felt sick to his stomach as he had to admit to himself that knowing that you prepared for this moment, had thought about him while you were outside these four walls, made something in his spine curl with something akin to pleasure. His focus was quickly diverted from these thoughts, though, when you started stroking along your skin, both bared to his eyes and covered in lace. His breathing got faster as your hand dipped between your thighs to glide your fingers over your covered pussy, making your back arch as you groaned. A drop of precum actually beaded at the top of his cock before it ran down the length when you gripped the metal of the muzzle again with one hand and you rubbed yourself through the fabric of the panties with the other. With an elated grin, you slid forward over Frank’s thighs again and leaned in to lick along the muzzle, from the metal part up to the leather-lined jaw. A full-body tremor went through Frank when you reached his ear and bit down on the earlobe before sucking on it with a small chuckle when Frank’s hips jerked upward.
“You’re going to stretch me so wide,” you murmured into his ear before nipping the earlobe again and making him shiver. “I’m going to ride you… Slow, fast, hard, gentle… And you’re going to feel every moment of it, feel me squeeze and go tight every time I come… But you won’t get to come.” You pulled back enough to grab the sides of his face and stare into his eyes over the muzzle, your lips grazing the metal. “Not until you beg me to.”
Swallowing roughly, Frank held your gaze as he raised his head in defiance, only to throw his head back with a gasp when you suddenly wrapped your fingers around his length and stroked it up and down. The friction was too dry, but the direct touch had sharp pleasure licking up Frank’s spine, his fingers curling around the bars over his head. A short breath escaped him when you let go of him, sagging against the metal at his back under your low chuckle. He cursed under his breath barely a moment later when, this time, you pressed your hips along his length, going back and forth to get the best friction for yourself, while the lace, already damp with your wetness, rubbed against his sensitive skin. Your eyes bore into his as you rotated your hips slowly until one of your hands drifted between your legs to slide the panties to the side. The first touch of your soaked pussy against his straining cock had Frank’s brows coming together and his throat letting out a guttural groan. The slide of your hips was instantly easier as you slicked his length from top to base with each of your movements.
“Shit,” he rasped as he couldn’t stop himself from thrusting against your hot core, the cock ring making everything worse, better, with how much more intense this felt.
“Already feeling it, aren’t you?” you moaned while picking up speed, clearly already surfing the edge as you savored his unwavering gaze.
Frank didn’t answer. Couldn’t without the lie resonating in each denial. This, in turn, only spurred you on as you laughed triumphantly.
“Let’s see how long you can stay silent, hm?”
Frank clenched his jaw, knowing what was coming and wanting to stop himself from reacting exactly how you wanted—expected—him to. But he already knew that he would be failing because he actually did want you to do it, wanted to finally be inside you. And that’s what happened. Slowly, and with your face almost grazing the muzzle as you held Frank’s gaze, you tilted your hips until he could feel the head of his erection pressing against your slick entrance. Twin groans came from the two of you as you took him all the way to the hilt, your walls accommodating his rock-hard cock.
“Fuck, so fucking big,” you moaned, delirious with pleasure as you ground your hips into his to feel him move inside you, your eyes half closed as you stared at him.
Frank could only agree with you on that. You felt like a fucking dream, rippling around his cock and squeezing it repeatedly every time you moved up and down. You didn’t leave it at that, though, and began pumping your hips faster and harder, moaning all the while with an ecstatic smile on your face.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you began chanting after barely a minute, tightening around Frank like you’d promised you would when you reached your peak.
Frank watched as you shattered on top of him, as always mesmerized by the way you let go and left behind the woman who was always in total control, letting your body take over instead. But this time, it was only ten times better. And worse. Better because Frank could finally feel every twitch of your body as you trembled. Worse because he hated himself for how much he enjoyed watching you. Not to mention that he couldn’t come unless he begged you to. And this… No.
You slumped forward, your body lax on top of his as you chuckled under your breath. Your legs were quivering faintly, and your fingers shook from the aftershocks of pleasure as you raised them to link through the metal of the muzzle. Frank had already been feeling like a pet in a cage, but now, he felt like a toy. A sex toy, since you treated him like he was just an extension of the cock ring and solely there to bring you pleasure. His arousal didn’t diminish at the thought, though. Sitting up again, you kept Frank inside you and moaned as his cock pressed deeper with this position. He swallowed the half-formed expletive as your walls automatically gripped around him, sending another zap of pleasure through him as well. With your eyes at half-mast after your climax, you still managed to stare at Frank with a sharp focus while you swiveled your hips on top of him. You were taking it slow, but the more you moved, the harder you were grinding down into him. The friction and slow pace were maddening in addition to your intense gaze and small grin, and Frank knew that had he not been wearing the cock ring, he’d be coming right now. As it was, he was starting to pant, hot breaths hitting the metal of the muzzle while his mouth opened when he repeatedly licked his lips.
“Do you want to cum, Frank?” you grinned with a low tone, rocking faster and faster again, your pussy coating his crotch as you took pleasure in watching Frank struggle. “Want to shoot your thick, hot cum deep inside me? Pump me full? Make my pussy drip with it?”
“Fuckin’ Christ,” Frank rasped at your words and spread his legs wider to brace his feet on the floor and punch his hips up into you.
Until now, he’d been mostly unmoving except for the involuntary jerks of his hips, but now, with his cock so hard it was beginning to ache something fierce, Frank threw all semblance of control to the side and began fucking up into you, the shackles around his wrists rattling with each thrust. After all, he’d told himself that he’d show you that he could make you come harder than you could by yourself. He grunted in satisfaction as you threw your head back and cried out, the sound surprised but riddled with ecstasy.
“Fuck, yes,” you screamed, coming for the second time and making Frank growl when you went deliciously tight around him again.
He could feel it, feel his orgasm rising in his balls, almost taste the building pleasure hovering just out of reach. And that’s when you stopped all motion, letting him slip out of you.
“Fuck!” Frank burst out loudly, panting roughly as he glared at you.
You laughed, breathless as you braced your hands on his shoulders.
“Oh, this has to be painful,” you tutted with mock concern as you sat over his knees and observed his dick, which was straining and almost purple, glistening with your wetness.
Gritting his teeth, Frank closed his eyes and forced a few deep breaths into his lungs to make himself come back enough to focus and not let the unfulfilled pleasure take over his brain. It didn’t matter that his stubbornness was what was spurring you on, because he was drawing the short straw regardless of what choice he made. If he drew this out, you would enjoy it. If he begged, you would win.
“So stubborn,” you half whispered, as if reading his mind again, and stroked your fingers into his hair before pulling at it harshly and earning yourself a sharp breath from Frank.
Then you were taking him again, all the way to the base, resuming your former pace. Frank grunted and breathed hard, clenching his fingers around the bars as he tried to concentrate on anything but how good you felt around him. But it was no use. After the weeks he’d spent here, you were taking up more and more space in his mind. Despite his closed eyes, he could still see you behind his lids. And most of all, he could still hear you. He could hear each of your moans and groans, each of your jeers and taunts, taking him higher and higher without ever being able to fall. All the while you did, climaxing whenever Frank was reaching his limit, edging him with your own release as you took his away each time.
“Just fuckin’ do it,” he roared after what seemed like an eternity, feeling like he was going crazy with the amount of pain-filled pleasure he was enduring. He knew pain like few other people did, both physical and mental. He’d learned to deal with it in his own way, even ignore it. But this? This untouchable pleasure you were wielding was reaching underneath his skin, making him twitch and jerk with the need to explode out of it. Like an itch that he couldn’t scratch, couldn't ignore.
Laughing wildly, you curled your fingers into the muzzle again and sank your eyes into Frank’s as you tightened around him on purpose.
“Then say it,” you smirked through panting breaths, your body covered in a light layer of sweat. “Beg.”
His teeth hurt with how tightly he was clenching his jaw, the last vestiges of his will to fight slowly leaving him. “Please,” he got out through a clenched jaw, eyes hard.
“No, Frank…No, no. I want to hear it. I want to hear the full sentence.”
Fuck, but your eyes were something to behold, brimming with hunger and shining brighter than from any of the orgasms you’d just had.
“Please, let me cum,” he bit out in a rush, but clear enough that he wouldn’t have to repeat himself.
You clapped his cheek with an elated laugh. “Oh, good boy.”
With that, you slid off his lap and walked out of the cage, leaving Frank hanging there, rigid cock bobbing in the air and still bound.
“The fuck,” Frank shouted, while you casually grabbed the thin robe that had been placed on the sofa and slipped it on.
“I never said that I’d be the one to make you cum.” You turned around to look at Frank again, your head tilted with a small, patronizing smile. “Clay,” you finally intoned lazily, motioning towards Frank with a small wave of your hand as you picked up a glass of water from the tray on the sofa.
Lust and hatred filling his vision, Frank glared at you as he waited for the bodyguard to untie his wrists. Once he was free, the shackles clanked and rattled as Frank sat up abruptly while pulling his arms down and quickly clenching and unclenching his fists to get the blood flow going again. Then he was reaching for the cock ring. In his peripherals, Frank could see you coming closer to the cage again, observing him keenly as he tugged at the silicone loops to widen them enough to manage to slowly tug them off. A sharp breath hissed through his teeth while relief shot through him when the tension finally lessened to a more manageable degree. His cock was an angry purplish and red color, so sensitive it was bordering on overstimulation, but he was still painfully hard, and the need to come hadn’t gone away with the cock ring. With a glance at your smirking face, Frank had half a mind to give himself blue balls. But then he’d have given in for nothing. So if you wanted a show, you would get one.
Knowing that you wouldn’t have expected it, while also knowing that you would love it, Frank left the muzzle on. It hadn’t been uncomfortable or constricting in any way, the pressure in his balls having taken away any other discomfort anyway, so it didn’t bother him to keep it on a little longer. As he’d thought, one of your eyebrows lifted in surprise as Frank stood and stalked towards you without reaching for his face. You licked your lips and watched him stop at the bars in front of you before he raised one hand to grip one of them. With his other hand and with his eyes boring into yours, Frank took himself in hand and began stroking himself. A loud grunt burst through his lips at the touch against his sensitive skin, but the pleasure was so intense that he kept going, his fist gliding effortlessly over his length, thanks to your slickness still coating it.
“So eager to cum,” you taunted, eyeing Frank with satisfaction. “Already missing my pussy, aren’t you?”
Frank didn’t reply, too far gone for speech, the wave of pleasure in his balls rising faster and faster, and for a moment, he feared that he wouldn’t be able to cum again. But then the wave crashed over him and took him with it, the pent-up pleasure so intense that it was almost painful. The hand on the bar tightened as his body swayed forward, and he leaned his forehead against the metal, his eyes never leaving your own attentive gaze, while he painted the ground at your feet with his thick release.
You hummed appreciatively and took a sip from your water as you watched him finally reach for the back of his head to unclasp the muzzle with his clean hand. It clattered to the floor as Frank took a few deep, steadying breaths.
“Good boy,” you chuckled lightly, teasing, and took a step closer.
Frank didn’t react, his eyes fixed on you, but he knew that your bodyguard was still outside the cage behind him, having never returned to his spot since you’d ordered to release Frank. Breathing out a short breath through his nose, Frank slowly put himself back into his jeans without breaking eye contact. He then took another breath and wrapped the fingers of one hand around the thick links attached to the back of the cage, where your bodyguard had to have his hands on to limit Frank’s reach even more.
“Maybe you’ll have learned your lesson for next time, and you’ll beg from the start,” you were saying under Frank’s impassive, dark stare.
That’s when Frank sharply tugged at the chain. The motion was followed by a short expletive as your bodyguard was yanked forward, his face probably hitting the bars from the sound coming from behind Frank, but Frank paid the man no mind. Instead, his now unrestricted arm shot out toward you, who hadn’t had the time to react and step far enough away to get out of Frank’s reach. Frank seized you by the throat, cutting off your gasp of surprise. You instantly let go of the glass in your hand, which shattered on the ground, to wrap both of your hands around his wrist.
There was movement behind him, and Frank knew that he had guns trained at his head, ready to take him out, but with your flashing eyes never leaving his, you let go of Frank with one hand and lifted it in a stopping motion for your men to stand down. Smirking, Frank tugged you forward until only the metal bars of the cage were separating you and took your lips in a fierce, closed-lipped kiss.
“Next time,” he spoke against your parted lips, noticing your men closing in. “I’ll kill you.”
As he pushed you away from him, the last thing Frank saw before he was knocked out was your amused smile as you licked your lower lip.
Authors Note this should NOT have taken me this long to do, I'm actually so sorry about that </3 hope you enjoy!!
Warnings༉‧₊˚. slight smut, p in v, (?) exhibitionism, not much
Lucien Rire ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
ᯓᡣ𐭩 okay, let me start this off by saying: he's RICH. He would be one of those boyfriends who take you out to those expensive, high class type restaurants because he wants to treat you well
ִ ࣪𖤐 he would dress up all fancy and make you do the same because he thinks you look cute like that <3
ᯓ★ when you guys are usually waiting for your food to come, he tries to make conversation with you but you always studder and have a blush on your face because of his hand on your thigh slowly going up to the hem of your dress💕
ִ ࣪𖤐 rire wouldn't exactly tease you that much in public because of how many people are trying to eat, + he doesn't see a reason of why he needs to do so because of how obedient you are to him
ᯓᰔ but, whenever the servers are taking too long with your food he gets impatient QUICK and squeezes your thigh harder, growling under his breath about how long they're taking.
ִ ࣪𖤐 he doesn't mind paying because of how much money he has in the human world, and he doesn't want you to pay and forces you not to because of his ego
Strade *ੈ✩‧⊹˚
͙͘͡★ oh god you have to have a LOT of patience to go on a date with him
°˖➴ he's very loud in public sometimes, and you get embarrassed but that just makes him wanna push you more to see how irritated you get
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he would force you to be at his side at all times, because he knows you would probably try to go beg for help to one of the servers
✮⋆˙ he wouldn't do anything funny to you when you're eating, (because that'll fuck up his image of how people view him) but whenever people are too busy eating, he'll slip his fingers into your panties a little and stroke you, and force you to sit on his thigh when you moan even a little <33
✮⋆˙ strade doesn't really get impatient because he understands there are other people that need to be served, but he DOES get a little irritated, and he would probably take you to another restaurant/just get takeout tbh
°˖➴ he isn't poor, but he wouldn't take you to one of those high class restaurants because he finds them boring and too bougie, + he likes more hearty meals😭
ᯓᡣ𐭩 like rire, he obviously wouldn't make you pay because it's impolite to do so, he would pay for you and him
✮⋆˙ likewise, being on a date is pretty chill as long as you behave as you do at home and in public💗
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a/n: this is basically an off brand sneak peak for my upcoming priest/cult!higgs fic.. so enjoy this little bit of something, also I will happily do a gn!reader version too. @cakeofhorrors 😔🥴
pairing: higgs monaghan x afab!reader
warnings: corruption kink, religious ideologies, boot licking, dry humping, crying kink, bondage, bit of angst
the chapel smelled of smoke and wax, candles guttering low, their light barely chasing the shadows that clung to the faded stone walls. and he had you kneeling before the altar, not on velvet but on rough floor, the cool ache biting into your knees as part of the offering. your hands were folded tight against your chest though they trembled, tears threatening even before his touch.
he stood over you, every inch the high priest and executioner, the dark folds of his robe dragging through the ash on the ground wrapping at your ankles. his mask gleamed faintly in the firelight, gold fractured and holy in its ugliness. he circled you like prey, the hem of his robe brushing your shoulders as he stopped behind you, without a word. your eyes darted to your sides but nothing, and you remained facing forward, a gloved hand found your nape, pressing down until your forehead touched the floor, gown bracing over your legs as eyes bore burning into the back of your head.
“Bow deep.” the words fell from the shadows like scripture, calm, but soaked in hunger, the kind of voice that carried weight, finality—like the command itself was older than you. “Every soul learns the same way. You kneel first, you break first.” you shuddered, the stone biting into your knees as the cold crept up your spine, the air hitting your nose thick with smoke and dead embers, heavy enough to choke. your lips only parted in a shaky whisper—half prayer, half plea—though you weren’t sure who you begged anymore. god? a phantom? the very man who’d called you here? and then the laugh came, answering you, settling your questions with a single sound. a dark chuckle that slid between the ribs, filling in every space that fear had hollowed out. the sound carried knowledge—like he already knew all the “why’s” to your presence, every sin, every weakness, every excuse. and then his hand came—gloved, steady—fixing around your throat from behind once more, not crushing but claiming. guiding you upright, slow and unhurried until you were forced to tilt your chin back. two fingers pressed firm beneath your jaw, raising your tear-streaked face to meet the one who had waited so patiently in the dark.
the smirk caught the candlelight first: gold, cracked, almost divine in its ruin, his thumb dragging across your cheek, smearing the wet trails there, painting them into your skin as though they were chrism oil—holy, binding and irreversible. only then did the figure lean closer, standing above you fully and voice dropping into a whisper thick enough to drown in. “Atta girl.” and the name slammed into you like a bell toll—Higgs. you had known, somewhere deep down, before his face was even clear, but knowing and facing it were different things, and when his touch marked you, there was no mistaking it. this wasn’t prayer, this wasn’t forgiveness, this was punishment, he had called you here, and the crying—it had only just begun.
“These tears,” reverence dripping in a breath, eyes stalking over you as he sucked the tear dampened fingers into his mouth with a smirk, “they’re your baptism. Don’t you see? You’re already givin’ yourself up.” pulling them away, with the other hand he drew something from his belt, a thin strip of black cloth, winding it between his fingers, pulling the material right. he pulled at your hands to him, binding your wrists together loosely—not tight enough to restrain, but enough to remind you who held the rite. he lifted your bound hands to his lips, brushing a mockery of a kiss against your knuckles before dragging them down against the stiff heat beneath his robe and your thighs rubbed together.
“It’s holy work,” he whispered, pressing you there, letting you feel the weight of what waited, hushing your nervousness. “Sanctified. Takin’ me into you is the only prayer that matters.” the undertones twisted every word—filthy and sacred, a sacrament of flesh as he guided your bound hands to his, robes falling open like some ritual unveiling leaning up against the altar. candlelight caught against skin, against the gleam of metal charms and the golden chain resting against his chest. he leaned down, voice brushing your ear like a benediction, “Now open your mouth, little lamb. Let me make you mine in ways no god ever could.” his thumb dragged your lip down as if prying open your mouth for confession, his eyes glinting in the light, studying you like scripture, like every flinch and tremor was another verse to savor. and when your breath hitched, when your body leaned closer as though begging for more, higgs only smirked, tugging you up by the wrists and letting the black cloth fall away, testing how far you’d go without its guidance.
“Eager little thing,” dragging the edge of his glove along your jaw. “But devotion ain’t proven by beggin’ alone. You show me.” and you barely had time to tilt your head before he pressed you down again—but not to him, not to the altar. his boot. he scraped against the stone as he planted it firm between your knees, polished leather shining faintly . “On it,” voice calm like a prayer, dangerous in its steadiness. “If you’re so desperate for salvation, prove it. Sanctify yourself on me.” heat shed through you, shame tangling with hunger, but you obeyed, the crazed look in his eyes egging you on. your knees widened and you pressed down against the ridge of his boot, hips rocking instinctively. the rough grind sent sparks through your body, muffled whimpers catching in your throat. higgs leaned back against the altar, arms folding as if this were some sermon he’d given a thousand times, his lips curving into a grin so sharp and knowing. “That’s it,” the sound drawled, watching the wet trail through your panties start to shine against the leather. “Cry on it, bleed on it, cum on it—don’t matter. Every mark’s a prayer, and every move’s you choosin’ me.” your hands braced against his thighs for balance, ache tingling at your cunt as he tangled his fingers in your hair and pulled your head back, forcing your tearful eyes up to him.
“Look at me when you ride,” demand hitting your core low and dangerous and you whined, “Don’t you dare hide from your own devotion.”
Hiiiii, could you please do Ambessa with reader in the shower using the jet feature to stimulate reader's clit a lotttt with heavyyyy overstimulation?
Shower sex (mild), edging
Ambessa watched you lather the soap on your body, eyes tracing every curve and dip of your body almost hungrily before her hands reached out, grabbing ahold of your waist. “Let me help,” she whispered.
“Ambessa.” You knew her intentions.
“You need cleaning,” Ambessa said matter-of-factly before she reached for the shower head that was detachable, she helped you rinse the soap off before suddenly she knelt on one knee, one hand parting your thighs, “come on, dearest, let me clean you. Just relax.”
“You're literally—” you fumbled with your words, flustered.
You grabbed the wall behind you as Ambessa directed the shower head at your pussy, the stream of water hitting your clit directly— you moaned— the sound echoed off the walls.
“You're quite perverted, dear,” Ambessa said with an amused tone, “I'm only cleaning you and you're getting all excited.”
“Bessa, you know v-very well, you're not just cl-cleaning…” your eyes squeezed shut.
“What am I doing then?”
Ambessa turned the pressure on high, making your knees buckle from the intense stimulation. You cried out, “Bessa!” your knees threatened to knock together as you trembled under her. Your grip was slipping and your damp hair clung to your face and neck.
Ambessa only chuckled. “All clean.” She murmured before pulling away, leaving you trembling and needy.
Hiiiii, could you please do Ambessa with reader in the shower using the jet feature to stimulate reader's clit a lotttt with heavyyyy overstimulation?
Shower sex (mild), edging
Ambessa watched you lather the soap on your body, eyes tracing every curve and dip of your body almost hungrily before her hands reached out, grabbing ahold of your waist. “Let me help,” she whispered.
“Ambessa.” You knew her intentions.
“You need cleaning,” Ambessa said matter-of-factly before she reached for the shower head that was detachable, she helped you rinse the soap off before suddenly she knelt on one knee, one hand parting your thighs, “come on, dearest, let me clean you. Just relax.”
“You're literally—” you fumbled with your words, flustered.
You grabbed the wall behind you as Ambessa directed the shower head at your pussy, the stream of water hitting your clit directly— you moaned— the sound echoed off the walls.
“You're quite perverted, dear,” Ambessa said with an amused tone, “I'm only cleaning you and you're getting all excited.”
“Bessa, you know v-very well, you're not just cl-cleaning…” your eyes squeezed shut.
“What am I doing then?”
Ambessa turned the pressure on high, making your knees buckle from the intense stimulation. You cried out, “Bessa!” your knees threatened to knock together as you trembled under her. Your grip was slipping and your damp hair clung to your face and neck.
Ambessa only chuckled. “All clean.” She murmured before pulling away, leaving you trembling and needy.
𝒮𝑌𝒩𝒪𝒫𝒮𝐼𝒮 ⨾ a little looksie into the castlevania men and their particular preferences . . . aka, the unavoidable “ass or tits” question!
𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒯𝒜𝐼𝒩𝒮 ⨾ ( 800+ words of . . . ) multi!castlevania men x fem!reader (black coded); adrian ‘alucard’ tepes, trevor belmont, richter belmont, isaac laforeze, hector forgemaster, count olrox, mizrak, & vlad ‘dracula’ tepes; missionary, doggy, mutual masturbation, thigh-fucking, bdsm (spanking), explicit language, lowercase intended, minors shoo!
𝑀𝒴 𝐿𝒪𝒱𝐸 𝐿𝐸𝒯𝒯𝐸ℛ! ⨾ yes, i am being trivial and shallow because it’s fun & that’s a good enough reason! inspired by this post here; i just had to whip up something for our favorite wallachian men >.< please enjoy, and thanks for reading! 🎀
𝒜𝐿𝑈𝒞𝒜𝑅𝒟!
it’s far too obvious, i think; but he loves. him. some. boobies! adrian’s a tits man through and through, even if he’s got too much decorum to admit it. his actions say it all, though— he loves to lick them, knead them, tease your nipples with his teeth, rest his head between them, gently cup either one whenever he’s embracing you from behind . . . he’ll even motorboat them if he’s feeling naughtier than usual. now, that’s all out of pure habit. intimately, though? slotting his twitchy cock between your boobs is surely his favorite; and then there’s those times when he’s got you laid upon your back while he's situated between your spread legs, fucking into you from above. his cold palms lie at your waist, grip going tight whenever you squeeze around his pulsing dick, and his golden eyes are glued to your breasts like it’s all they’re good for. the way they bounce and jiggle with his pace is nothing short of mesmerizing. coming all over them in the end will make him lose his fucking head. whether it’s an unaddressed mommy kink or otherwise, he just can’t get enough of you (and the girls!) let him suck your titties and his entire day is made.
𝒯𝑅𝐸𝒱𝑂𝑅!
ass. completely, absolutely, undeniably, ass. he’ll smack it, eat it, grope it, anything. trevor pinches your butt whenever he wants to get a rise out of you, just to see how much you’ll blow up at him. (so what he finds it cute, sue him!) and, smacks at it whenever you’re feeding him an attitude. if he starts grabbing at it with rough palms, you already know what he wants; to fuck your shit up. unexpectedly, doggy’s the first position he’ll think to fold you into once you reach that bed. trevor curves over your arched frame, grinning at the ripple of your asscheeks against his pelvis. he’ll spit pure fucking venom into your ear while you take him. seals it off with coating your plump, pretty ass with his seed. the happiest man alive, he now is.
𝑅𝐼𝒞𝐻𝒯𝐸𝑅!
both! there are men out there who simply can’t bring themselves to choose, because both are far too precious; and richie’s one of them. how could you even expect him to pick? both parts of you are so soft, round, and feminine . . . if you allow him to get his hands on either, he wouldn’t mind in the slightest. this belmont’s skilled with his hands, might i add; his breast massages make you slump into him whine for more, and spankings don’t even feel like a punishment with him. as long as he can kiss down your body, mark the canvas of your flesh, and caress anything you’ve got in a pair of two, rich’s all yours.
𝐼𝒮𝒜𝒜𝒞!
thighs! it isn’t exactly a given option, but then again, this man isn't like the others. he loves the fullness of them, how warm to the touch they are whenever he rests a hand at your lap, and finds them to be the greatest pillow the entire world could offer. you stroking at his smooth scalp while he nudges his face into your thighs is his idea of paradise. speaking of, this man is king of thigh-fucking!!!! slots his cock in between the warmth of your inner thighs, urges you to keep them closed tight, and makes a mess of them by the time he’s done. his cum releases in streams, and spurts out to drip down your lap. but don’t worry, his tongue’s already out; as a gentleman, isaac always makes sure to clean up his messes.
𝐻𝐸𝒞𝒯𝒪ℛ!
tits! they’re perfectly squishy, which helps considering that he’s got loads of stress to rid himself of. one-finger less isn’t stopping him from giving the girls their much deserved attention! he’s slipping under your bra, brushing past your nipples, and kneading the mounds like he’s got nothing better to do. you know what’s his favorite thing to do with you and the girls? having you on your back with him kneeling above you, desperately tugging at his cock right before your face. you bring a hand down to swipe at your clit and match his pace; god, he swears you’re drooling. you suckle at his tip, and it’s enough stimulation to bring him to his peak. he’s then cumming all over your chest, some reaching your spit-streaked lips. has he ever mentioned how beautiful you look this way?
𝐵𝒪𝒩𝒰𝒮!
dracula simply adores thighs! a man of culture, this one is. as for olrox, he loves him some (man) titties. a nice, broad and firm chest is enough to put a smile on his face and a tent in his pants. then there’s mizrak, the ass-lover. grabbing it is his favorite past-time >.<
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