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Jayce/Viktor – MerJayce – rape tw; amputation tw; voyeurism/exhibitionism; transphobia/intentional misgendering; trans Viktor; mer Jayce; arranged marriage; breeding kink – The sirens getting louder...
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“You are so small, my sweet,” Finn sighs. He is leaning across Viktor, braced with one hand next to his head so he can peer down at him and watch what he is doing. His fingers are dextrous, gently spreading Viktor’s labia and sliding a single digit along the opened little gash.
Viktor’s fingers curl into the bedsheets, his breath jumping in his chest. He’s waiting for Finn to plunge inside, but instead he is being… teased. The finger slides up toward his clit, giving it a single, gentle tap, then sliding back down again to round the small, untouched opening it finds there.
To Viktor’s utter horror, he can feel his body starting to respond after all. His eyes open wider in horror as a tiny wave of heat laps up into his belly from the fleeting touches to his clit and his hole clenches softly, nervously like it is unsure whether to entice Finn to come inside or not.
Not. Not. Not! his mind screeches, but Finn does another little round and another one, paying just a little bit more attention to his clit each and every time until it starts to swell a little under the attention.
“There you go,” Finn murmurs. “Your body knows how to be a proper woman, even if you don’t. You get wet just like any other bitch. You’re nothing special, my little broodmare. You’ll understand that soon enough, right? Yes. You’re going to spread your legs and offer me your cunt before long. You’ll be begging me to take care of you.”
His eyes are boring into Viktor and Viktor just stares back, horror clawing at the back of his throat but no sound making it out. He wills himself to be limp as a puppet, to make this as unsatisfying as possible for Finn, but his body keeps reacting to the outside stimuli.
Finn leans down and opens his mouth, blowing air against Viktor’s right nipple, and the little thing immediately pebbles and stands at painful attention.
“So sensitive,” Finn sighs. He sounds downright delirious with pleasure, fingers shifting so he can slide two of them through Viktor’s pussy. He presses against his clit, waits until he feels it twitch treacherously beneath the incessant pressure, then slides back down. By now, Viktor really has become a little wet; a bit of moisture filling the gasping little opening down below and making it easier for Finn to dip his fingertips inside.
Despite Viktor’s honest attempt not to react in any which way, his hands suddenly snap up and claw at Finn’s bicep, eyes huge as he stares at his husband. His legs want to snap together to keep him outside, except that they don’t move. Not much. A twitch, maybe, before Finn thwarts his half-baked attempt at closing himself off to his ministrations: he shifts his weight and moves his leg like someone who has never felt his own body disobey and fail him – and presses one knee into Viktor’s thigh, pinning him like an insect.
The pain that explodes up Viktor’s spine is akin to glass shards being rubbed into an open wound.
His eyes become round as saucers, his mouth dropping open but no sound escaping his spasming, panicking lungs. His grasping hands are actual claws between one moment and the next, ripping at Finn’s inked skin.
His husband hisses, metal jaw clicking as he rears his head back to throw the curtain of his hair out of his eyes. At least he pulls his hand off of Viktor’s pussy, but that is a very hollow victory as instead he gathers his hands by the wrists and forces his arms up above his head. The shift in his body weight makes Viktor think that his femur is about to snap like a twig. Tears of pain and frustration well in his eyes.
He refuses to believe that there is fear mixed in there somewhere. He refuses – even though his bladder suddenly feels unacceptably full and ready to release.
Finally, he regains a bit of air only to push it out in a screeching howl.
“Off! Off! Get off me!”
Finn’s expression becomes so calculating that Viktor would throw up had he eaten anything at the reception. There is no compassion there. No shame or regret. Just Finn thinking through his options and honestly wondering if he should remain right where he is. Or maybe make the agony even worse.
Is it possible? Is it possible for the agony to become worse? Looking up at his new husband and seeing the unholy darkness staring right back at him, Viktor does believe that, yes, it can become worse.
So when Finn finally, blessedly, takes his knee off of Viktor’s leg, grabs a fist full of his hair and tells him in no uncertain terms to ‘Thank me for it, bitch!’, Viktor doesn’t waste a moment to think about it.
“Th-thank you,” he gasps out, blinking rapidly, a few tears creeping down his temples and soaking into his hair.
Immediately, the hand in his hair eases off and instead, gentle fingertips pet against Viktor’s gaunt cheek.
Finn’s voice becomes gentle. A low croon. “There you go… that’s the way to go. I’ve been kind to you, haven’t I? I made you feel good. There’s no need to be a stubborn little bitch and try to worm away from me, right?”
Viktor is biting the insides of his lips to keep any noise down. At first he nods, then he shakes his head, then he realizes he has no idea what he’s doing and just lies there still, basking in the feeling of the pain dissipating and Finn being careful for once as he pets his cheek and makes sure not to put undue stress on Viktor’s body as he comes to hunker between his legs.
That way, Viktor can’t close himself up again anyway.
He blinks his eyes open, blearily staring at the ceiling, then at Finn’s arm above him as he still pins his hands down. The lines of ink on his skin truly are fascinating. At the very beginning of the courtship, Viktor had been excited about the craft exhibited in the tattoos and the mechanical marvel displayed in Finn’s metal jaw.
Now he doesn’t think anything. Just watches and floats a little as adrenaline is being used up and leaves him feeling exhausted.
In the quiet as Finn doesn’t talk for once and just admires the picture Viktor makes, he can hear the rhythmic thumping of his heart valiantly doing its work; undeterred by whatever is happening in his life.
It takes him a bit longer to realize that it is still the creature in the tank, testing out just how sturdy the glass actually is.
Then Finn starts talking again and Viktor’s attention shifts back like tectonic plates. It feels like an insurmountable effort.
“Maybe I need to stop being nice to you if you decide to be so difficult. Maybe you need to earn it. I know your parents must have taught you manners. They’ve been nothing but thankful towards me. Taking you off their hands. They’ve nearly been on the ground, licking my boots.”
Slowly, Finn lets Viktor’s arms go, maybe realizing that he doesn’t have enough energy in himself to fight anymore. Not for now. Instead he slides them along his ribcage, down to his waist, then settles on his prominent hipbones.
Viktor stares at him, hatred and shame slowly churning in his gut.
Jayce/Viktor – MerJayce – rape tw; amputation tw; voyeurism/exhibitionism; transphobia/intentional misgendering; trans Viktor; mer Jayce; arranged marriage; breeding kink – More horriblenessssss :)
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Finn moves around and pulls Viktor along as if he weighed nothing. At some point Viktor can feel his feet actually leaving the ground, making him think of one of the beautiful white paper streamers that they’ve had at the reception of the wedding. The ones that he had been watching while people milled about and talked to Finn and congratulated him while Viktor had been just an ornate little trophy for his new husband.
The only people that he had talked to had been his parents. Hard working and poor. Always looking out for Viktor’s health; wanting him to achieve great things. Taking his coming out in stride and embracing it whole heartedly. They would be heart broken if they received whatever missive Finn had penned down. They would not understand.
Finn pauses in front of the bed, eyes finally swivelling to look at Viktor. There is no emotion on his face, his hair falling in front of one of his eyes and further closing his thoughts off to Viktor who is now clawing at his husband’s wrist, trying to get him to ease off and let him breathe.
The pounding is so loud now, Viktor can feel the faint tremors of it moving up his legs. Or maybe it is just him about to faint? He can’t quite tell until Finn turns his head a little to peer at the creature in the tank.
Slowly, he opens his fist and Viktor takes a huge, gulping breath of air.
“The Siren has already taken a liking to you,” he comments slowly, like he is thinking something through while his fingers are slipping behind the knot of Viktor’s tie and ripping at it. Viktor stumbles a step forward, hyper aware of the fragility of his neck. He makes a pained little sound and Finn’s gaze slips back down to him.
“You two will become the best of friends. It will do you good to have some company, I am sure.”
“You surely can’t mean to go through with this? It is ridiculous,” Viktor gets out through clenched teeth. His blood is rushing so hot through his head that he just knows there are ugly red splotches spreading out on his cheeks.
Finn looks down at him, briefly pausing his ripping on Viktor’s tie before resuming, albeit slower. More controlled. Seconds later, the knot opens and the length is slipped away and thrown carelessly to the ground.
“What is ridiculous, my dear wife… is that you think you can talk back to me like this,” Finn murmurs softly. “You are oh-so-intelligent, are you not? Maybe use that big brain of your’s to figure out what I did to this sorry creature-” he jerks his glinting, golden jaw toward the tank, “-I can also do to you. The only reason I have not had your tongue cut out the moment we stepped into this room is that I am certain I can teach you some manners yet, and it will become… important…”
He grasps Viktor’s lax, shocked jaw once more, thumb dragging against his mouth as it had earlier, though this time he dips inside, pressing it down against the soft pad of Viktor’s tongue.
His first thought is to bite down – but then Finn is leaning forward a bit more; an avalanche of a man bearing down on Viktor and making him feel fragile and small. About to be broken into a million pieces. It incapacitates him just long enough for the intrusion to leave the warm, wet cave of his mouth once more. The saliva is smeared against his cheek when Finn cups his jaw and drags his thumb there slowly and self-indulgent.
“Stop being rude and entitled, and I will take good care of you.”
Viktor just stares at him. His limbs are prickling and he doesn’t know if it’s from bad blood circulation or him going into some kind of shock. Finn starts to peel him out of his wedding suit and all he can do is slowly look down and watch it happen. He hears his husband’s voice but the murmurs are like they’re coming through cotton stuffing and the words don’t really make sense.
“Goddamn clothes. Your wardrobe will become a lot simpler in the future.”
Cool air brushes across his skin, a large hand curving around his ribcage, fingers slotting in between the protrusions of his ribs. Viktor slowly looks up at Finn’s face and Finn is looking down with an expression that is downright soft, taking Viktor’s breath away.
His fingers twitch, a nervous kind of hope trying to bloom. Maybe… maybe the other will see reason. Maybe he will realize now that what he is doing, what he has planned, is absolutely crazy.
Finn’s thumb drags against the tiny mound of breast, lightly shoving the bit of fat up, then letting go to watch it bounce down again. His expression becomes even softer – the look in his eyes darker, half shielded by his hair falling across his face.
“You look so much younger than you are, sweetheart. There’s barely anything to you. How… horrible.”
Viktor’s face scrunches up, stomach twisting. Finn jerks his head suddenly, the soft expression dissipating for one much colder. “On the bed.”
Viktor’s jaw moves; he’s chewing on his tongue, willing himself to be quiet as he slowly turns around and crawls onto the bed. He’s known how today would end since the day Finn asked his parents for Viktor’s hand. He’s known and he’s had time to mentally prepare for it. He breathes deeply and tries not to listen to the high metallic sound of a belt buckle opening or to the rustle of clothes.
Instead he focuses on the rhythmic banging coming from the tank. He turns around and lies back on his elbows, eyes forward. The tank is right opposite the bed and the Mer has moved to be in Viktor’s line of sight. His eyes are huge, bushy brows drawn up and together in a concerned frown.
When he sees Viktor looking at him, he bangs against the glass again, faster and more urgent. He pushes himself up with one single, strong motion of his tentacles until he is right beneath the heavy lid on top, lifting his arms and pressing against it from underneath.
He doesn’t take his eyes off of Viktor. I am trying. I want to help. I can’t.
Something along those lines. Viktor’s lips wobble, his throat suddenly feeling like it is squeezed in one gigantic fist.
Somehow this becomes all that much more difficult knowing that someone wants to help but can’t. It’s that much more difficult realizing that something that is not even his species can tell that this is wrong, and it makes it almost impossible to bear – so he looks away toward Finn crawling onto the bed.
He is a handsome man. He is tall and muscular and covered in wonderful tattoos that, as far as Viktor understood from his tales, are customary on his island. A custom just like the siren that he’s offered Viktor as a gift; a glorified stuffed animal to keep him quiet in the many months to come.
He has long, straight limbs and he smells good. He knows how to dress. He is rich.
But when his fingers curl around Viktor’s ankle and tug his legs open, so he can inspect his cunt like he’s wanted to do day one – Viktor doesn’t feel a single frisson of heat curling in his belly. Only dread that feels heavy as lead.
One of the best things about being a writer is thinking of something small you can add to your work that’s just. Devastating. Like you’re sitting there going. Oh. That would be diabolical. People would get really riled up about that. Exquisite. Let’s do it.
Jayce/Viktor – MerJayce – rape tw; amputation tw; voyeurism/exhibitionism; transphobia/intentional misgendering; trans Viktor; mer Jayce; arranged marriage; breeding kink – Viktor doesn't want to be a burden to his parents, so he went through with the wedding despite... everything.
Please heed the tags; there will be a lot of intentional misgendering via Finn. The goal is Jayce/Viktor but there will be a lot of Finn/Viktor in the beginning due to the circumstances.
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Viktor’s heart is hammering as he steps into the room, obediently preceding Finn. His husband. His ears are filled with a roar, not quite able to parse the sounds of the party slowly simmering down behind them as guests begin to filter out of the old mansion. It’s still night but through the window, Viktor can see the very faintest of light starting to creep over the horizon.
He is not a party person but he’s attempted to stay for as long as he could simply to drag things out before this particular moment would occur: being alone with his new husband. His heart is thundering a quick tattoo against his ribcage, fingers twisting into the edges of his suit’s sleeves.
It had been a mercy that he has not been forced into a dress for the occasion, though he suspects this might have simply been Finn trying to appease his parents.
Movement to his right has Viktor turn, the trepidation in his chest relaxing as his thoughts tilt sideways and he is distracted from the current predicament.
“What is this?” he asks, taking a step forward and pausing when that makes his leg ache like a drill into his hip, painful splinters of agony lancing up his spine. The fatigue over the course of the wedding and its reception has settled deep into his frame. Even the sight before him can’t quite soothe that:
There’s a huge fish tank taking up that part of the room, and inside the fish tank: a merperson. Huge and ethereal looking, its exact size impossible to tell what with multiple tentacles slowly spreading out in the water surrounding it.
Two human hands slowly press against the glass and a pair of human eyes watches them quietly. He looks about as intrigued by the sight of someone new as Viktor is by the sudden apparition.
Finn’s hot presence at his back is suddenly impossible to ignore. The door has closed, cutting off the noises of the outside world. There’s the soft hum of a water pump, or maybe a heater doing its work but nothing can quite draw out the metallic click of Finn’s jaw when he moves it to talk.
“My gift to you.”
“Gift?” Viktor echoes, feeling a little faint now staring at the merperson. The creature’s upper body looks like a human’s just as all the tales would suggest, but Viktor has never actually seen a live one before and is unprepared for how uncanny the sight is. How perfectly normal the Mer looks down to the juts of hipbones that do not end in actual legs. Not human ones, at the very least.
Just where a human’s pubis should begin, the Mer’s body just keeps going, warm brown skin suddenly cut off into some much more rusty colored tissue of a visibly different texture.
“My wedding gift,” Finn murmurs. His hands slowly grasp Viktor’s shoulders, fingers pressing against the thin lines of his collarbones in a way that makes Viktor acutely aware of how easy it would be for the other to break them. To break him.
He keeps staring at the Mer and the Mer stares back at them. Viktor does not know what to think of this gift; he’s been unprepared to get anything from Finn, much less something as extravagant as this.
“It is customary, is it not?” Finn’s hands slowly slide along Viktor’s arms; down to his elbows and back up again.
Viktor’s confusion must be loud because Finn clicks his jaw, this time in annoyance.
“It is customary on my island. A siren. For my bride.” He gestures toward the humongous tank. “To elevate her beauty.”
Viktor’s mouth goes dry, something sour in the back of his throat forcing him to swallow a couple of times. He glances at the huge creature in the tank again, watching Finn standing behind him through the reflection in the glass.
Viktor himself is nearly invisible in the darkness of Finn’s suit, swallowing him whole except for his pale face making a splotch in the reflection.
The Mer shifts a little. His eyes are unfathomably intelligent in Viktor’s opinion. There is a self-awareness there that makes him feel nauseous; but not as much as when he finally sees the fine thread covering the creature’s lips.
“What happened?” he rasps, trying to take a step forward but being effortlessly held back by Finn. “His mouth…”
“Sirens are dangerous,” Finn murmurs. He leans down, breathing softly into one of Viktor’s ears. He touches the metal teeth of his lower jaw softly against the cartilage and Viktor is unprepared for how warm it feels. He jerks away instinctively. He can’t see Finn’s expression immediately souring, but he feels his hand grabbing his jaw and jerking him back into position.
His fingers squeeze tight enough to bruise; but only for a moment before they relax again, holding Viktor’s chin in his palm and forcing him to keep looking at the Mer. “I would not want it to hurt my bride, especially since you’re going to spend the foreseeable future in this room. So I took care to have a scholar enchant the threads.”
Viktor has no knowledge about Mers; they have never interested him much as he had thought them mere fairytales, but even so he knows what it sounds like when Finn is lying… but his mind is stuck on a different problem.
“What do you mean by I am going to spend the foreseeable future in this room?” His accent is more prominent along with his nerves and Finn makes that little cooing sound that he does when he thinks Viktor is being cute. He gently tucks his head around with the hand still on his chin and leans forward until they can lock eyes.
Finn’s thumb strokes gently back-and-forth along Viktor’s bottom lip, his eyes dark and heavy lidded as he peers down at that pale, upturned face.
“This will be the nursery once I have bred you, my gorgeous little peach. You will stay here until you are fat with my child and have birthed it. Then you will be allowed to leave once more. You will see, time will fly very quickly. The sooner you become pregnant, the sooner you will be able to go out once more. Until then, you will be waited on hand and foot and worshiped like my beautiful young wife should be.”
A horrible gaping maw opens up in the pit of Viktor’s stomach, mouth going dry as he rips himself out from Finn’s grasping hands and takes a step back, one hand balled into a fist in front of his chest, pressing into his sternum because it feels like his ribs are about to shatter.
“You can’t lock me in here,” he finally gets out, voice cracking humiliatingly, so he swallows and steels his spine, willing himself to calm down and be logical about this while Finn just stares at him with a stony face, all amusement and affection having bled out from him. “My parents will want to see me. There are people I am in contact with, who will be worried if I suddenly drop off the face of the earth.”
Finn’s lip twitches, the motion moving into his cheeks like ripples in a pond as he tilts his head to the side, voice still gentle, still coaxing. “I already took care of that. Letters have been prepared that you simply have to sign later. They will understand that for now you will focus on your duties as a good little wife. That all you will want to think about is how to spread your legs and make sure you get pregnant. They will understand.”
They will not. This is insane. Viktor shakes his head slowly, trying to come up with a sequence of words that will make Finn see reason; that will somehow penetrate that thick skull of his… but he can’t think because Finn suddenly jerks toward him, grabbing his tie with one huge hand and twisting his fingers into his shirt until the stiff collar of his wedding suit is cutting off his air flow.
There’s a thumping in his ears that he first thinks is his heart’s thundering beat – but it is the Mer, hitting his fist into the glass behind them.
obviously I could go the all might is an old pervert route but unlike aizawa all might is big giving innocent virgin vibe (likely bc he canonically is one). smo shinsou needs to initiate.
shinsou very much would I think. he wants that old man dick so so bad. he's so so into rape and by fucking all might he can both pretend he's an innocent boy being abused by an older man and actually actively assault a cute old man. and all might would feel so so so guilty and sad about it. he'd whine and pout but he would absolutely enjoy it and hate himself for it.
All Might is so innocent and naive, that Shinsou being such a persuasive silver-tongued minx would probably just attempt to convince AM this needs to happen as a "heehoo I'll just take a few shots at the Asylum Demon in Dark Souls for funsies" moment and then realized how easy it would be, and make it his goal of the week to collect this notch for his belt.
And by god, he will rape/be raped by this frail old man.
Shinsou aaaabsolutely is a slut that goes through the whole teacher roster just for fun. School ends, he goes into the dorms, does his homework, then twirls his pen and scrolls through his tierlist that he's made and looks at the pictures that are still in the 'not done' category.
AM probs hasn't really been at the top of that list because Shinsou likes being thrown around and held down. Choked a little. Forced a little. It's easy enough to do with any of the others, he knows how to get under someone's skin, thankyouverymuch, but AM is difficult because he's just a saint.
I bet Hitoshi has such an epiphany moment when he realizes he could also be the bully for once? Like that... changes the whole game??? he's already cracked so many teachers, it would be so easy to coerce them now. (he could fuck Aizawa?? helloooo??)
Starting with the endboss, though... cute AM with his big blue eyes. If he can somehow get him, the others will be easyyyyy.
Do you like final fantasy XII by chance??? I would LOVE to see how you would write those characters
I've had it on my Switch wishlist FOREVER and I simply haven't come around to trying it yet D: but in general I love all FF stuff, though most due to osmosis loool
I'm always more than happy to look at videos and stuff if you want to commission something for it, though~~~
i don’t know as much about mr. x, but imagine leon telling him he’s going to work with them, Mr. X saying “suck my dick” and leon — taking it at face value — decides that if that’s what he wants as payment so be it. Mr. X decided that his throat is good enough for the moment and fucks his face stupid. Maybe he makes leon squirt just by fucking his throat, and has the realization that he could have that whore every day of his life if he worked with them.
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you see, I think Mr. X is little more than an animal. Or maybe even little less? I don't think he has any *thoughts* per se. He's basically a machine; just some big muscle thing that got developed in a lab to be pointed at some shit that he needs to fuck up and him proceeding to bulldoze over there and do just that.
There's like a big cluster of nerves or something inside his skull that gives him impulses on what to do, but no real thoughts ever happen. Nothing sophisticated, at least.
Leon getting attached to his fat dick and relentless fucking, trying to attach some human emotion to this monster like 'oh he likes me :)' when in reality the second Leon is out of sight, Mr X forgets he even exists lol
ON THE OTHER HAND it would also be extremely horny if he did get built with some type of brain but only one that can process pleasure and that's how Umbrella kept him in check all these years. some electrodes up his ass manually stimulating his prostate into pumping out semen and giving him the good chemicals to keep him docile and obedient.
Leon acting as the living equivalent to that...
still, him squirting simply because he's such a slut for feeling cock down his throat is so fucking hot. I bet it's a v common occurrence for Mr X to fuck him so relentlessly that he passes out from lack of oxygen and the monster just doesn't give a fuck/doesn't notice and just keeps going until Leon comes back around
Whadda ya think of bottom heisenberg. Talking all cocky and big but then crying and moaning on a fat cock. Like a sort of brat taming for a cocky lord.
Maybe ethan would have accepted his alliance if he had dommed the fuck outta heisenberg first
I THINK YOU ARE A GENIUS
Heisenberg being a cocky fuck until he gets his hairy cheeks spread and fucked into the ground. All the metal around the room trembling when he loses his grip on his power.
Also Ethan hate fucking him; just getting all that frustration out and finding the Alpha male inside him. Bet he‘d agree so quick when Heisenberg asks him for that alliance afterward, you‘re so right 😌😌😌
Ok we have discussed dirty old man Talon!Rein. What about dirty old man Talon!Torb? Who do you think makes all those attachments for Bob? Torb making all sorts of fun mechanical toys. Most of them automatic. He also custom craft all the cock cages. Takes VERY thorough measurements by hand.
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I think we need to talk way more about Torbjörn in general. His whole body shape is so SO good. He‘s muscular and a bit fat and just so sturdy. Also love his beard but that‘s neither here nor there.
Really enjoy the thought of him in Talon always tinkering on some nefarious shit or other and 90% of the time those things are horny. A lot of weapons, yeah, but make it *horny* and abusive and disgusting.
Probably fashions old timey torture devices and then works them over *just so* until they won‘t kill.
I see it more that Mr X negotiated. Even better if it was Leon’s idea. “If you stop attacking our men I’ll suck your dick. If you help us with that licker issue then I’ll put up a fight like our first time”
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I don't know if I like the idea that Mr X can talk, let alone have any real thoughts other than 'pussy' and 'killing'. But I do like the thought of Leon waving a pair of his used panties through the air trying to ease the big guy into an air craft carrier where X can grab him and slam him down and fuck him while the rest of the crew awkwardly stands around or actively jerks off to it.
I bet a few will film it just to send it to Redfield.
Young Cassidy going into blackwatch all cocky, chest puffed trying to look big and though giving sass to everyone. Until she gets to Ana for sniper training and she immediately has him acting like a sweet obedient boy. He's got crazy mommy issues so he's so eager to follow all of her commands and be good at every task she gives him.
She has him kneeling in front of her, eating her pussy out like he's starving in no time. She tugs at his hair and pulls him away when he's close to making her cum and orders him to fuck her, he's so nervous and excited as he lines his fat cock up against her hairy cunt and slowly pushes it in, suddenly he hears himself whimper "you're so tight, mommy..."
Mommy kink is PEAK! Especially when a hairy guy with a deep voice does it oooof…
Reyes hounding Ana trying to get her to tell him what she does that Cassidy behaves like an exemplary soldier but a lady doesn‘t kiss and tell.
Cassidy pussy drunk just from sniffing her cunt 😩👌
Leon knew that he was a masochist but Chris would never get as extreme as Leon needed. All he could ever get out of Chris was some light spanking followed by soothing ointment and aftercare and it Leon can’t even feel it the next day. He’s so fuckin unfulfilled that Heisenberg putting out his cigar on him makes him squirt untouched.
YOU FUCKING GET IT YES YES YES THIS IS EXACTLY IT
Leon being a huge masochist and Chris just never able to deliver because he's a big ol' softie at heart. Leon wants to get choked on dick and get slapped around and maybe even held down a little while he's crying on some dick?? like just as a treat? a bit of rape kink????
Heisenberg doesn't even need to be told. He doesn't know Leon is a pain slut but he finds out real quick when he fucks him in the ass just to punish him by not using his pussy and when he puts out his cigar, it feels like Leon is about to squeeze his dick off while splattering the ground with squirt.
Heisenberg laughing like it's the best fucking joke he's heard in ages.
"You seein' this, Redfield??? C'mere and get closer, you *need* to watch this!"
The whole cage contraption rushing three feet closer so Heisenberg can show him Leon's ahegao face.
Heisenberg fucking Leon and putting his cigar out on his back whenever it seems like Leon is getting less enthusiastic than he would like him to be. Works like a charm. Also makes Chris spitting mad which is an added bonus. Can't punch any boulders in his rage when he's in a cage of various metals Heisenberg has had laying around.
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