✧ devvy’s universe ✧ ╭──────────────╮ ✧ 18+, dni: maps, minors, homopbes, transphobes✧ this universe is one of dark romance. a land where one does not want, they yearn. here your deepest desires will be explored, you will leave marked. obedience is necessary. surrender yourself to the darkness, i’ll only bite if you beg. fiction only — anon interaction allowed, adult characters only requests: open content warnings: ↳ manipulation ↳ obsession ↳ coercive dynamics (fictional) ↳ possessiveness ↳ emotional intensity ↳ morally gray themes this space is sacred enter innocent leave corrupt ╰──────────────╯
it seems i had a bit of an unplanned hiatus there, and for that i apologize. i would like to announce that i am rising from the dead with many new ideas.
Ouuu one of the stories in my drafts is based off the song siren by Kailee morgue-😝
I don’t think i’ve heard that one, maybe i’ll listen to it.
I’ll listen to just about anything if the vocals are good but i’m really particular about pop music. Normally I stick to rnb, and neosoul. I could tell you my top artists if you want.
I would love to be back on break….but yeah I understand wanting to be back on campus but not for the classes I’m glad you’re doing ok and writers block sucks honestly I have to lil stories sitting in my drafts-😝
I normally write in one sitting, often because of something that inspired me.
Yes sir I’m doing okayyy I had a new student in my peer tutoring class. She kinda scared me at first but it’s ok ima do my part and help in anyway I can. -😝
Well that’s good, i’m unfortunately still out for break right now.
I’m not insanely excited to go back to class, but I am ready to be on campus again.
“you take it or i make you take it.” That phrase. I think I love it a little too much…you make it seems like I have a choice to take it in reality ima have to take it anyways. Trust me I will take it. Daddy I take it. I don’t run.
cw: possessive!dom, aloof!sub, possessive manipulation, knife play, dacryphilia, choking, hard kinks, impact play, spitting, degrading, daddy kink, bunny!sub, overstimulation, praise, orgasm denial, oral sex, rough sex, rough touching, aftercare, honestly guys a lot this one is dark
Brand New
i hate when she makes me act like this, like i have something to prove. it’s not on purpose, she’s not smart enough for that. it’s purely naive, and people gravitate to her. she doesn’t notice the way their stares linger, or how close they lean in to speak to her. just to be closer to what’s mine, mine.
i’ve tried to explain it to her, “bunny, you know she was flirting right?” it only proved that she was as aloof as i thought, “don’t be silly. she just wants to be friends.”
every. single. time. i have to say i told you so. they make a move, a stupid one, and she comes running to me. then i end up here, reminding her that she belongs to me.
it happens again, “i told you she was flirting”, but what comes next surprises me. “she kissed me.”, she’s shifting, hands fidgeting with the edges of the hoodie she never returned, mine, i know she’s nervous. the fear in her eyes tells me that she’s waiting for something, anything. i don’t move, not yet, let her soak in the space between, the shame.
then i shift, hands gripping tightly around the arm of my chair, “she kissed you.” it’s cold, a tone that sends chills down her spine, a feeling that blurs the line between fear and arousal. “yes daddy”, slowly the corner of my lip curves up, a smirk. i’m calm when i stand, and the tension in her shoulders slowly starts to drain. she’s relaxing, good.
my steps are measured, black tims slightly dragging against the floor at the heel. my hat is already on the desk, pants slightly sagging, print prominent, but the quiet calms her. by the time i reach her the fear has mostly drained, so she isn’t expecting it. the slap.
my hand print burns red against her cheek, but she has no time to recover. before she even registers it i’m shoving her against the nearest wall, one hand around both her wrists, the other pressing cool metal against the skin of her throat. she shudders at the feeling.
“why do you make me do this to you? why can’t you behave?”, her mouth opens, voice cracking before any words can escape. “i’m starting to think you like me this way.”, a dark chuckle surfaces and the knife moves slightly as she gulps. “oh now you’re afraid. how stupid can you be? what did you think was going to happen sweetheart?”
the grip against her wrists tightens and the pressure against her throat slightly increases. her pupils are blown stuck between terror and need. “did you fucking forget who you belong to? let me make this clear, you’re mine.”, she whimpers. “wait, daddy, i didn’t know.”, her voice trembles as if she’s afraid it’ll break at any second.
“i warned you. i always do.”, my grip tightens against her wrists, but the other hands shifts knife grazing down her spine to stop near her waist. my hips are flush against hers, and i know she feels it. because underneath everything happening she’s still grinding back into me.
“fucking slut. grinding against me right after you kissed someone else.”, her breath hitches and a whimper follows.
she’s turned and on her knees before her mind can catch up. another slap jerks her from the haze, and she’s forced to meet my eyes when my tight grip wraps around her jaw. the flat of the blade draws down her cheek and my eyes flicker as if making a decision. “you’re going to make this up to me, and you’re going to take it. no running, no complaints, you take it or i make you take it.”, i wait a moment before slipping the knife back into the sheath on my belt.
her hands find my belt buckle like a prayer, “yes daddy.” i know she’s already gone, eyes glossed over, body trembling, but she pulls me from my boxers with reverence. my eyes follow as she kisses the tip, eyes locked on mine as her head slowly bobs for the first time. “tonight, i control the pace.” she’s already drooling when my hand fists her hair tugging sharply so every inch presses into her mouth. forcing her to gag around me.
it doesn’t stop there, the thrusts are relentless and she struggles to breathe, eyes clinched as if that could take it away. “look at how you make me treat you.”, my hand smacks against her cheek twice and her eyes meet mine. “you’re lucky you look pretty like this.”
by the time my hips slow she’s lost every thought she ever had, tears streaked down her face, drool pooling in her mouth. when i pull out of her mouth it’s still open, tongue out, waiting, and when my spit hits her tongue she swallows immediately. “good girl.”, i kneel down to her height, only for a moment, before her face is pressed against the wood flooring.
her skirt rides up and her breath hitches at the force. yet, her hips are still grinding back against mine, desperation in every movement. “i know you want it, but you’re going to be patient.” one of my arms wraps against her waist pulling her closer, thrusting between her thighs. “you should be grateful i’m even touching you after that.”, she nods and for a moment i’m about to disapprove. then she remembers, “thank you daddy.”
my hand slides down her stomach, pushing her panties to the side just enough to slip my cock through her folds. “you’re soaked. this for me, or her?”, her back arches immediately and a breathy moan falls. “you daddy, only you.”, and a smile breaks across my face. “that’s right bunny, only daddy.”, and then i slip inside, all at once, no warning. her mouth falls open, eyes rolling back at the sensation, and my hips move immediately.
deep hard thrusts, all the way out, all the way in, over and over. she’s already sensitive and it takes almost no time before she’s begging to cum, “please daddy, please-, i’m sorry. sorry daddy please-. i need to-.” it doesn’t work, every single time she gets the same response, my thrusts slow, and my command is steady, “not yet.”
by the tenth time she’s lost her voice from the gagging, the screams, the begging. the only thing she does is beg, and finally i allow it. “yes, cum for me bunny. show daddy how pretty you are when he makes you feel good.”, and she does. the way she shakes around me, whimpering the remenants of thoughts she once had. the only thing that seems to come out is, “thank you.”, over and over until the words have twisted together.
and just as she thinks it’s over the thrusts start again, rougher, quicker. my hand is around her throat tighter than ever, and slowly she can’t fight the feeling of her eyelids closing. soon she’s lost track of how many times she’s blacked out. all she knows is that every single time her eyes open again she’s in a new position and i’m still deep inside her.
sometimes she hears the words being muttered against her ear, “that’s it bunny, just like that.”, “you can take more love. i know it.”, “don’t forget you owe me this darling. you really want to disappoint me?”. it makes her head spin, and for a while she thinks it won’t stop. it doesn’t, not until she’s a puddle beneath me, a toy with no mind. then i’ll be done.
when we finish she’ll barely register anything other than my gentle touches along her spine, and the words whispered to her as she curls into my chest. “you did so good bunny, perfect. it’s not your fault people take things wrong, but you have to be more careful.”, and she will, that i’m sure of.
i promise a post is loading up today, it’s just a bit long, and maybe deranged. hopefully i’ll finish soon. or maybe i’ll make it a two parter.
cw: possessive!dom, aloof!sub, possessive manipulation, knife play, dacryphilia, choking, hard kinks, impact play, spitting, degrading, daddy kink, bunny!sub, overstimulation, praise, orgasm denial, oral sex, rough sex, rough touching, aftercare, honestly guys a lot this one is dark
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MINE
i hate when she makes me act like this, like i have something to prove. it's not on purpose, she's not smart enough for that. it's purely naive, and people gravitate to her. she doesn't notice the way their stares linger, or how close they lean in to speak to her. just to be closer to what's mine, mine.
i've tried to explain it to her, "bunny, you know she was flirting right?" it only proved that she was as aloof as i thought, "don't be silly. she just wants to be friends."
every. single. time. i have to say i told you so. they make a move, a stupid one, and she comes running to me. then i end up here, reminding her that she belongs to me.
Honestly, I can agree with the “gift” aspects, but I personally see it as a challenge, a way to prove that I want it so bad I’ll fight to be put in my place. Disobeying orders and fighting against being led into submission until I’m shoved into it.
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that’s adorable.
the fact that you’d challenge with the hopes of being put in your place. i’ll just have to remind you that you know exactly how to be a good pet, and that deep down all you want is to be used.