Karly

21 | New blog, last one got deleted:(

[isitwerking]

feeling her tight little princess hole grip me as i slide into her.

“fuck kiddo. you’re so much better than your mommy”

she’s in pain from being stretched out but she still gives dad that pretty smile. she’s the best daughter in the world and no one else is going to touch her.

[butchermeat-deactivated20251123]

family movie night where dad has me cock warm him under a blanket, holding my head in his neck while he slowly eases his cock in and out of me.

excusing my whimpers with “she’s just scared” and “you know she never grew out of being a daddy’s girl!” when mom comments on it.

[spider-daddy48]

The Favorite Uncle

Usually my brother is home when I come to town for work, but his job sent him out of town for a few weeks this time. When I gave him a call to let him know I'd be around, he asked me if I could maybe take his oldest kid out while I was in town. Her and her mom haven't been getting along at all lately, and he was sure they could both use a break. Of course I told him no problem. His kids were good, fun kids, and my niece is very cute. I'd definitely have a fun time spending the day with her.

I spoke to Sara a couple days before I got to town, and asked her if she'd like to hang out with her uncle, perhaps we'll go see a movie, or even hit the Build-a-Bear workshop nearby. She seemed super happy to hear that idea, and even asked if she could dress like a little kid when we went. "ha, sure kiddo, why not?" I said, liking the idea. And having no idea what I was getting into.

It turns out my little niece had become quite the little heartbreaker in the year or so since my last visit. And I was shocked when she pranced out of her front door towards my car. Skipping down the sidewalk, she wore teeny tiny little shorts, and an adorable little blue crop top with cherries on the front. With her blond hair in a loose ponytail bouncing behind her and her big round glasses, I thought for the first time that she looked absolutely delicious.

As Sara plopped down in the passenger seat next to me, she leaned over and gave me a big kiss on the cheek, pressing her little b-cups against my arm. Yikes, she wasn't even wearing a bra! Definitely not going to be easy to keep my composure.

"Hi Uncle J, thanks for taking me out today! Are we starting with building a teddy bear?" she giggled, looking adorable as hell.

"Ha, sure sweetie, we certainly can! Do you know what you wanna make yet?" I asked, prying my eyes off of her young, smooth, bare legs.

"I dunno yet, maybe you can help me pick?" she replied.

As I drove the half hour or so to Build-a-Bear, we had a fun, light chat. She's really looking forward to her second year of high school in a few weeks. I kept trying not to, but my eyes kept wandering across her tiny white thighs. She kept crossing and uncrossing them, and I couldn't help but wonder if it was intentional. And then there were several times she rested her knee on my hand holding the shifter. Is she trying to tease me?

As we parked, Sara could barely contain her excitement. Last time she was here, I took her for her 12th birthday. She made an adorable floppy giraffe. She was so happy that she could make it play the Toys-R-Us theme song when she squeezed his belly! She told me she still snuggles with him every night, and he needed a new friend.

As we're waiting in line, she was SO bouncy and giggly! Grabbing my arm, giving me hugs, saying "thank you thank you thank you!" over and over. Jesus, kiddo, you have no idea what you're doing to me. 'Course, I didn't say that, but when we got close to the front of the line, she held my arm, twirled around, and ended up wrapped in my arm, her back pressed firm against me, I have a feeling she felt my cock grow against the small of her back. I'm guessing she did, because she held my arm tight, and didn't move an inch til we were next in line. I'm definitely glad I was holding a bag from the bookstore we passed by, because my tent was fully pitched.

Bouncing around and smiling as delightfully as ever, she chose to make a big stuffed Stitch, from one of her favorite movies. She had him stuffed big and full, and we added a bubblegum scent, and a little audio clip of his laugh from the movies, and she kept giving big warm hugs, thanking me so so much. I swear, she knows exactly what she's doing.

As the clerk rung us up and I paid, she gave me yet another possibly too long hug, pressing her firm little tits against my arm. "Glad you're happy, kiddo!" I said, giving her a little wink.

Of course we didn't need a bag for her Stitch, she wasn't going to be letting him go any time soon.

As we reached the car, she asked if we're going to head to the movies now, and I told her I just need to stop at my hotel for a few minutes, then we'll head out. "why don't you open your phone up and see what's playing nearby?" I suggested. "okie dokie uncle J!", as she pulled her phone from her tiny little purse. Holding it between her legs, which of course I couldn't look away from, and a pic of her with her eyes crossed, and tongue hanging out, was her phone's wallpaper. As she saw me look, she giggled adorably "heheh, oops, I was just being silly the other day".

"Ha, it's a super cute pic sweetie, send me a copy" I said, half jokingly.

By the time we got back to the hotel I was staying at, I could barely look at the road. Sara kept touching her thighs, then touching my hand, then crossing her pretty little legs.... I was about to burst.

As walked the hallway to my room, she had Stitch held tight in one arm, the other holding my hand. Practically skipping down the hall, and I kept noticing her perky little tits poking and bouncing under her little blue top.

Walking into my room, I locked the door behind me and asked if Sara wanted a snack while we're here. Handing her a candy bar and a Pepsi from the mini fridge, she leaned forward and showed me how low her tiny top was cut. Catching my gaze, she quickly covered herself up, blushing. "Sorry uncle J", practically red as an apple. "Hehe, it's ok kiddo, you're adorable".

"And...um.... I'm sorry if I got a little excited at the store earlier. I don't know what got into me" she said, staring directly down at her feet.

Kneeling down in front of her, I gently lifted her chin to look me in the eyes, and I told her it's ok, I got pretty excited too. She replied "I know uncle J, that's kinda why I kept doing it. I'm so sorry, that was wrong of me".

"So, you knew what you were doing, kiddo?" I asked, still holding her delicate chin.

"Y....ye....yeah, I did", and a tear or two started to stream down her soft pink cheek. "You're just always super nice to me, and take such good care of me when you visit, and I wanted to thank you..." Rambling now, she continued "thank you and make sure you knew how important it is to me, and you're a really handsome guy, to be honest, and nobody is ever that sweet to me.... I just want you to keep visiting and taking care of me, I wanna make you happy...I just...! Ugh, I'm so sorry..."

My pulse instantly quickened. And my cock grew hard again. "really, little Sara?" I asked, as my eyes narrowed, and I looked into her watery eyes.

"Yea-"

Like a snake attacking it's dinner, my hand went dropped down and my large strong fingers wrapped around Sara's tiny neck. Lifting her to her feet that way, both of her hands grabbed my forearm, but she didn't actually resist. I leaned close and began kissing her soft young lips, pressing my tongue into her warm, Pepsi flavored mouth. After a moment, I leaned back up, eyes locked with hers, not releasing my grip. My poor little niece looked so frightened, and so excited, and so delicate....

"I'm going to enjoy taking care of you, sweetie" as I turned, still grasping her neck, and pressed her against the wall. "You just stay right here, and look me in the eyes, sweetie."

One hand still holding her neck, her fingers still clutching my arm, tho her nails are no longer digging in, my other hand slid down below the edge of her crop top, pulling up and revealing what she's been teasing me with all day. Her adorable little b-cup looked tiny when my hand wrapped around it, and Sara let out a short gasp as I pinched her little nipple and firmly rolled it in my fingers.

"Unc-...uncle J....what're you-... What're we-.... What's happening...?" She whimpered, as she kept taking short gasps for air.

"Hush sweetie, you're making me very happy" I replied, leaning in to press my tongue in her mouth again, she moaned directly into my mouth as I pinched again, and began kissing me back as I released her now stinging little nipple.

We kissed for several moments like that. One hand around her neck, firmly, and the other cupping and kneading one of her tits, then the other.

"Am....am I being a, uh... Am I being a good girl, uncle J?" She whimpered, as she began to squirm from her tiny little hips down.

Glaring at her like a perfectly cooked piece of meat, I said "yes, princess. I'm very happy right now".

She leaned forward, head tilted up, eager for another kiss from her uncle. I obliged, and felt her tongue playing with mine, eagerly. My hand slid down from her breasts at that, down to her tiny little jean shorts. As I began unbuttoning her jeans, and sliding the zipper down, her grip tightened on my forearm again. "N-...no....plea-...." But her plea for me to stop trailed off, as my big hand slid inside the elastic band of her tiny yellow panties. She was practically bare down there, maybe hasn't even grown enough to shave her first time. An inch or so lower, I discovered she was also soaking wet.

A moment later, Sara's knees went weak, and she almost entirely released her grip, as my middle finger pressed between, and past, her young, wet lips. She gasped again, and retightened her grip as my whole finger invaded her. Her knees remained jelly, and I'm basically holding her up by her neck at this point. I think my finger may have been the largest thing she's had inside of her, because holy shit was she tight.

"Fu-...fuuuuuck, uncle J..." she moaned, as my finger slid slowly in and out of her virgin little pussy. "You...you can't..." but no other fight.

Making sure my palm rubbed against her little clit, I quickened the pace of my hand, and she began getting squirmier and squirmer in my hands. Desperately leaning forward to try to steal another kiss.

Fast and deep, I finger fucked my niece against the wall. Her legs began to shake, and her breath intensified. She was about to cum on my hand, and she had no idea what was about to happen. Her eyes rolled back, and her arms flopped down to her sides. She kept trying to reach up and grab her own tits, but was too flustered and confused to get it right.

"Shi-...I can.....I can't....we can't..."

"Shhhhhh, no more talking princess. Let uncle J take care of you" I said, my hand moving at a furious pace now. I could feel her entire body clench in an instant, including her already tight little cunt, as she came all over my hand. I kept my pace for a few more moments, til Sara was on the verge of passing out, before slowly removing my fingers from inside her still shivering body. Leaning forward, I kissed her open, drooling mouth, as she struggled to focus on kissing me back.

"Now it's my turn, kiddo" I said, leading her, hand around her neck, back to the bed where I released my grip finally, before twisting her around and bending her over the tall king size bed. Tugging Sara's loosened shorts down, along with her panties, she got a bit of energy back and tried telling me stop, halfheartedly. With one hand on the small of her back, I use the other to undo my jeans and drop them to my ankles.

"Wait, wait.... Uncle J... I'm not ready for-"

I cut her off, shoving her face down into the thick soft blanket.

"Shhhh, you're perfectly ready, princess." I reply, and take a small step forward, til my hard cock is resting on her tiny, firm little cantaloupe of an ass cheek. Sara tries flailing a little, reaching behind her, so I grab hold of each of her wrists, then clamp them together behind her back with one of my much larger, stronger hands. My other hand leads the head of my cock, now damp with precum, against her still soaking wet little pussy lips. I slowly, gently press just the head of my cock into her. She's tight as a vise grip, so it took a moment for me to break thru. Sara squealed at that, and stopped wriggling her hips against me. Teasingly, I slowly slide the head of my cock in, then out, of her incredibly tight hole, several times. Once I felt she was ready, I pushed my entire length into her in one firm, slow push. Sara let out the most beautiful sound, and she felt her uncle entirely fill and stretch her young, tiny insides. Still gripping her wrists tight, I held myself inside of her just like that, and moaned to her "mmmm, this is just what you wanted, isn't it little girl? Why you were teasing me and rubbing against my cock all fucking day. To feel me make you a woman?"

"Uh...y....yuh... Yuh huh... Uncle J, you're hurting me a little.... Please st-....please....please don't stop uncle J....please...." my niece whimpered, and began grinding herself against me.

"That's my good little kiddo" I said, slowly sliding myself out of, then back inside, her tiny, tight, young little cunt. Within moments, I began to speed up. Full long strokes inside of her, making her hurt in a wonderful way she'd never imagined. Still grasping her wrists tight with one hand, my other on her small little hip, as I begin thrust hard and deep inside of her young little pussy. "Ahhh!" She cried, several times, as I thrusted myself inside of her, trying to bruise her insides. Exactly what a little cockteaser like her deserves. Several fast, long, hard strokes, and the poor little girl began to cry. For some reason, her tears turned me.on even more, and I was fucking her little virgin cunt as hard as I could. For several minutes, til sweat was dripping down my temples, I abused her tiny little hole like a cheap whore. Finally, I released her wrists from my grasp, and saw how bright red they were. Probably going to bruise. Sara didn't even move her hands when I let go. She was cumming over and over from the pounding her uncle was giving her, and didn't want to move an inch for fear of losing the sensations of the moment. As her sobs continued, she instinctively slid her hand to her face, and placed her thumb in her mouth. Fuck, I couldn't handle any more. Another few deep thrusts into her, and I grabbed her hips extra tight, and shoved and help myself fully inside of her, as my cock absolutely exploded. I could feel my cum stretch her insides even more, and Sara groaned a deep, gutteral moan and she came a final time, gripping my shaft and squeezing out every single drop of my cum, 7 inches deep inside her tiny little frame. She was so confused and flustered she wasn't sure if I was unloading myself directly into her chest, it felt so deep. Lifting her slightly, I guided her to laying flat on her tummy, as I kept myself inside of her. I laid on top of her like that for a couple minutes, til I was sure every drop was drained from my balls. Every time my cock would twitch inside of her sore, wet, exhausted pussy, her entire body shivered.

Reluctantly, I slid myself out of my niece's cum filled pussy, leaned close and whispered into her ear "you're a very good girl, Sara, and you make me as happy as I make you".

She was still crying lightly, but managed to whisper out "thank you uncle J, that's all I want".

Her mom ended up texting me a short while later, saying her and Sara's little brother were stuck at her aunt's house, and the weather was getting bad there. Would I mind keeping an eye on Sara til they made it back tomorrow? Sure, no worries Elaine, I told her. Sara just passed out on the couch watching movies anyway, so I doubt she'll mind.

I filled her young little pussy twice more that night. And introduced her to swallowing my cock and cum as well. She's a fast learner.

The next day, after lunch, I dropped her off at her mom and dad's, sore, and still dripping my cum. The clever little girl told her mom the couch wasn't comfy at all, that's why she was sore.

Her mom didn't notice the bruises on her wrists, nor the redness around her tiny little neck. I did. And got hard yet again, just thinking about it. Still do!

Two days later, after I had left town to head back home, I get a message from Sara. "Thank you for taking care of me uncle J, can't wait to see you again!" along with the picture of her tongue out from her phone's wallpaper.

#mine #storytime

[k57821]

Everyday after daddy picks you up from school you play the "special tickle" game where he sits you on his lap while you watch cartoons and you rub your private parts against the big lump in daddy's pants. You like how the lump gets bigger and harder the more you rub. It's like it's alive the way it throbs beneath you! It also makes your privates feel soooo good. Daddy likes it too. You can tell from the way his breath gets heavy and the weird sounds he makes into your ear. He'll grip your hips tight and thrust the lump against your kiddo parts really fast until you both get your special tickle. It's the bestest feeling ever! Your whole body shivers and twitches with daddy while you both make the weird noises. When you're done playing, you have to clean up (the game makes your undies really wet and sticky) and then start your homework before mommy gets home. It's yours and daddy's special secret and your favorite part of the day. Today as you rubbed and rubbed Daddy's lump he stopped you right as you were about to get your special tickle and turned you around to face him. He unzipped his pants and took out the lump which was actually his pee pee! He called it a cock and it was big and red and twitchy and leaking stuff from the tip. Daddy said he was gonna show you another way to play the game. He was gonna put his cock inside you and it would feel so good that you'd get a special tickle! You were nervous and didn't really understand but trusted your daddy. He slid your wet panties to the side and lifted you up, then slowly started lowering you onto his cock. It was so big and it hurt! There's no way daddy could get his thingy inside you! It felt like you were being ripped open! You whined and tried to get him to stop but daddy held you and told you to be a big kid for him and that he promised it would feel better. He started moving you slowly up and down his hard cock which made you sink lower and lower onto his lap. The more he guided you up and down, the better it started to feel and soon you were sitting all the way on his lap with his cock buried deep inside you. You felt so full and daddy seemed happy too. He peeled off the top of your uniform and started running his hands all over your soft skin before lowering his head to your chest and sucking a nipple into his mouth. Daddy was making you feel so good. You moaned and started rocking against his lap.

"that's it kiddo, ride daddy's cock. You know you want it." He breathed against your skin.

He started gently thrusting up into you and you could feel his cock throb inside. It felt like he was in your tummy.

"you feel so good around me, baby. You like my adult cock splitting you open don't you? Ugh I can feel you clenching around me. This game is called "fucking" and all dad's play it with their kiddos."

You start rocking faster at the naughty words Daddy was saying.

"you don't know how long I've waited for this. I'll be fucking your tight little hole everyday from now on, kiddo. You'll be my personal fleshlight."

You didn't totally understand what was happening but it felt so good and you didn't want to stop. It's like your body was on autopilot and knew what to do. So you let it. You let out a high-pitched moan and gripped daddy's shirt. "Don't stop- don't stop fucking me daddy! I- I like it! Wan my special tickle!"

Daddy groaned and gripped your hips. He started thrusting hard into you while slamming your little hips down on his cock. You were whining and trembling. Your body unprepared for this onslaught of pleasure. Daddy leaned forward and smashed his lips against yours, kissing you like he kisses mommy. He licked and sucked your soft tongue before turning his attention back to your chest and ravaging your hard nipples. You were in ecstasy and could feel something brewing just below your tummy. It felt much bigger than your normal special tickles and you chased after it with wild abandon.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! something's happening, daddy! I think imma peeee!" You don't wanna have an accident on daddy's lap but you can't stop yourself from bouncing on his cock. "OH daddy! So goooood!"

"don't worry baby, daddy's got you. Just let it happen. Cum on daddy's cock, kiddo. Fuck! I wanna feel you cum."

You and daddy were grunting and mashing your bodies together desperately. His hands touched you all over and you begged him not to stop. Suddenly, your body tensed up and you were hit with the biggest special tickle you've ever felt. You cried out as your legs jerked and your hips spasmed sloppily, sucking his cock as deep into your womb as possibly and milking it for cum. Your body was warm and tingly all over and you felt overwhelmed with how much you loved your daddy for making you feel so good. He was the best daddy in the world for teaching you how to fuck. But all you could manage to get out as your tiny body shook against him was "I love you daddy! I love you daddy! I love you daddy!"

Daddy kept thrusting hard and deep, pulling you tight against his chest as you came undone. Kissing your face all over as you screamed out your love for him. You were milking his cock so perfectly, each ripple and spasm like a delicious kiss. He couldn't hold back even if he wanted to and erupted inside you with a roar. His own wife had never given him an orgasm this strong.

"Fuuuuck! That's it, kiddo! Cum with daddy! Ohhh daddy loves you so much baby! Take it! Take my cum, every lost drop!"

You and daddy humped against each other like animals, your bodies fully taking over as it did what was most natural. You felt daddy's cock pulse rhythmically inside you and felt something warm filling you up. You didn't know if daddy had an accident inside your privates but still, you couldn't stop yourself from grinding down while you clenched around his cock. Finally, you and daddy stopped shivering together. You both sat slumped and exhausted, panting and still twitching occasionally. You had no idea that special tickles could feel like THAT!

"that felt so good, daddy! Can we play again, pleaseeee" you give him your best puppy dog eyes but daddy just chuckles.

"sorry, little one but daddy has to rest a bit before we can play again. But how about this? If you can stay awake like a big kid then after mommy falls asleep tonight, I'll come to your room and fuck you again, sweetie. Deal?"

"Deal! You're the best daddy ever!"

Sorry this is super long. I started writing and it took on a mind of it's own lol.

holy fking moly anon what did i do to deserve this . u got me actually moaning out loud hjnjmgbgjmmjnghbff i want special tickles nowww 🥺 im a big boy i bet i could take it all the way inside me :3 yay yay yay yay yay

[blooboobles]

The concept of your dad washing out your mouth with his cock instead of with soap when you scream "fuck you!" at him in the middle of your explosive argument.

"How dare you talk to me that way little girl" he scolds you as his fat cock hits the back of your throat. "'Fuck you', huh. You want to speak like a big girl then I'll fucking treat you like one too."

[monstersholygrail]

Yandere!Brother’s Best Friend

Male Yandere x Fem!Reader ||

Your brothers best friend has been in love with you ever since you were kids. Silently pining for you and convinced you were creating coincidental run ins for years. What will happen when his car runs out of gas driving you back to campus and you two are stuck all alone?

Yandere!Brother’s Best Friend walks in to your home like it was his. It basically was given he’s been coming around since elementary school for sleepovers. He knows every inch and corner of this place like the back of his hand.

Some might call him an expert on everything to go with your family. But he’d argue he’s an expert on the only thing that matters. You. His best friend’s little sister.

Way back then he was what you’d look at as the trouble kid. Meanwhile your brother was the shiny teachers pet. So naturally their teacher pushed the two together. Thinking your brother might be a good influence or something.

Originally he didn’t plan on sticking around for long. He’d humor the teacher and play along with your parents but it didn’t mean anything. A way to waste time. But then he came over and you offered to share some of your fruit with him.

He’s kinda been gone for you ever since.

“What’re you still going here, freak? Waiting to see me?” He asks you cheekily as he passes you by on the couch from his way in. Reaching down he playfully ruffles your hair and laughs as you try to swat at him.

Just like every week you two go through the same motions. Every time he comes over to see your brother you’re always on the couch. Despite spending most of your time in your room he always finds you here when coming over at the same time every week.

Almost as if you’re waiting for him. At least that’s what he tells himself. Nothing else would make sense based off your college schedule that he’s now since memorized. Even with college courses and work you still somehow make time for him. You must feel the same way.

“You wish! I’m just waiting for my ride to take me back to campus, then I’ll be out of your hair,” you tease back ironically. But your response has his heart dropping into his stomach.

He just got here, you can’t go now. It’s been days since he last raw you, his own work schedule keeping him from dropping everything and following you around like a lovesickfool. He had to provide for you and spoil you somehow.

Leaning over the back of the couch he peers at your profile, noting the way you tense up and purposefully avoid meeting his gaze. Like you’re waiting for him to do something about it. Hoping he gives the reaction you might be craving.

“That’s such a waste when I’m already here. Call ‘em and cancel. I’ll drive you back,” he offers casually while on the inside he’s nearly buzzing out of his skin.

You resist the urge to look over and meet his eye, knowing his face would be way too close to yours if you did. Making it harder to resist him. The idea of him taking you home instead is an intriguing offer. One you can’t help but want to accept despite everything in your head telling you otherwise.

Peaking up at him through your lashes he looks as infuriatingly perfect as always. What you’re unable to see is the excitement coursing through his veins or the thrill of success thrumming in his chest. So you try to appear as nonchalant as he seems to be.

“Alright, fine, if you’re gonna be so pushy about it,” you respond like you couldn’t care if he does or doesn’t drive you back.

Not wanting to look too eager you force yourself to wait a few minutes before cancelling your ride. Because you’re not, obviously. You couldn’t care less.

And that decision somehow leads to you being stuck on the side of the roar at night after Yan!BBF ran out of gas halfway through the ride. Now you’re holding a flashlight from your dying phone onto his trunk as he rummages around trying to look for the can of gas he swore he kept in his car.

“We’re gonna have to call a service, I don’t have any gas in here and I don’t think there’s a station around for miles,” he explains, flashing you a sheepish smile from over his shoulder.

“I never would’ve been in this situation if I just went with my original ride,” you complain through a long groan as you turn your back to him. A shiver runs through your body as you fight the chill in the air, rubbing your arms to try and warm yourself.

Seriously, there’s no way you can even look at him right now. Yet from the corner of your eye you see him snap back up to full height and look over at your words.

“Sure, sure… would’ve been a lot less fun though,” he muses, his voice getting closer till it’s right against your ear. His words trying not to sound panicked at the thought of you preferring someone else.

“What the hell is fun about this?” You grumble, a pout playing on your lips. Feeling the warmth of his presence you subtly lean back into him.

In the blink of an eye Yan!BBF has you in the back seat, back arched, and rising his dick like your life depends on it. His girth plows through your slick velvety walls, molding your hole to the shape of him.

The wet slapping of bodies echos throughout the car and your panting breaths fog up the windows, giving you both a weak sense of privacy and an obvious explanation over what’s happening inside.

“How you likin’ THIS ride, babygirl?” He breathes out heavily, nails digging into your thighs, marking up your skin.

Using his hold he starts picking up the pace until you scream out in response. That annoying smirk of his plays on his lips.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

The ecstasy is blinding as you guides you up and down his big dick, the force causing the car to rock with his thrusts. Every time he bottoms out inside you, you can feel his angry throbbing tip kiss at your cervix, pushing the barriers of your sex and stretching you out further than you thought possible.

Gasps tears at your chest from one sensation rocking through your frame and the next. You can’t keep up with his hands that are worshipping your body like it’s all he’s been waiting for.

Or his mouth as he sucks dark purple bruises along your throat and chest. Making sure that any college boy can see you’re clearly taken.

“Try and talk now, honey. There ain’t nothin’ to complain about here,” he growls against your throat.

Broken babbles jumble out of your mouth as you try to fight and talk back but nothing sensible comes out. A smirk curls at the corner of his mouth as he actually starts mocking you. Mirroring your hopeless attempts at managing words through your noises of pleasure.

You immediately whine, tears pricking at your eyes. You wish you could hit him where it hurts by sliding right off his lap and denying him going any further. But the idea of stopping right now may break you completely.

So you do all you can and clamp down hard, rhythmically moving in time with when you go up and down his length. His choked moan and the way his smile drops brings you a sense of great satisfaction.

“That’s right, keep milking me nice and good. I can take it,” he grits out even as his balls tighten with the need to cum. He’ll hold off for as long as he has to.

Reaching between your bodies he delivers the most cruel and glorious form of payback as he finds your clit and flicks the sensitive bean over and over in time with his thrusts. Your body lurches forward into his chest.

Dammit. You wanted to torture him a little longer but the brutal slapping of his hips against yours and the way he works your clit sends you crashing over the edge. You scream his name as you clench around him, your body shaking with the force of your release.

He follows right after you, burying himself to the hilt and finally letting go. Marking you full with his cum until it creates a thick white ring around where your bodies are joined.

From that night on it becomes routine for Yan!BFF to drive you the decent distance between school and your family home. Just as it became routine to stop halfway through to… fill up… on gas.

So that no accident like that first night ever happens again. And totally not so that he can pound your pussy into oblivion for hours on end, get his weekly fix of you, and mark you up enough so that everyone knows you’re fully claimed.

[casuallyanidiot]

Some more good Ole Yandere Nerd

Tw. Noncon/Dubcon, kidnapping, invasion of privacy, fisting, yandere

Yandere Nerd who fucks you so frequently in so many different ways that he jokingly starts to collect data on it.

"You've cum 23 times this week without penetration. We can definitely raise that by this time next!"

He keeps neatly color coordinated graphs and charts of the amount of times you'd had sex with him, how many times you came, what different types of toys and kinks you seemed to like the most, and more. He'd write thousand word research essays on the topic while fucking your face under the table. He'd look down through fogged glasses and make sure you'd swallow before he got the motivation to continue on for the next few pages.

It's almost impressive how well organized he keeps track of everything.

Yandere Nerd who explains what he's working on like he's talking to a dumb dog.

"You see, it's quite interesting to find that there's no significant difference between how much you cum from when I spank you versus no spanking when I play with your ass. I think we need to repeat this at least 30 times each to see if there's any further development."

You never imagined that dirty talk could be so dull. Though, he probably wasn't trying to turn you on using anything other than brute force, sheer, will, and a closet worth of sex toys.

Yandere Nerd who likes to stretch you out on increasingly bigger and bigger toys.

His cock definitely is not the size of his fucking arm, but it's not even about his pleasure at this point. He just likes seeing you all whiny and sobbing while begging him to take his fist out of your poor, abused hole. He won't listen at all! How mean :( . In fact, he'd probably measure how large your stretched out entrance gapes after every session and then time how long it would take for your quivering form to go somewhat back to normal.

Yandere Nerd while, mid fuck, suddenly decides to share the good news with you.

"The paper I wrote on you got accepted into a journal!"

How that fucking happened, you don't know, but all of a sudden detailed descriptions of how often you cum on a daily basis were suddenly up for anyone to see. You ended up crying when you read the journal, too humiliated to feel anything but anger and utter embarrassment. He rubs soothing circles into your back while trying to comfort you, but he's not exactly slick with the way he's pulling out his camera to record your reaction.

What!? This is valid data! Now if you're going to be the subject of further studies, then you have to be at least a little bit more cooperative with him, okay?

[be-xkyy]

── .✦ 𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝐷𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑦

✦ Warning: sexual content, age gap (23-35), delusional attitude, forced breeding, breeding kink, mention of marriage, mention of children, noncon, r4pe, conspiracy, physical abuse, abuse of power.

✦ Tagging list: @kthehoeforfictionalmen ★ @dreamlessnight ★

✦ Divider credits: @cafekitsune ★ @bernardsbendystraws ★

✦ MASTERLIST

Yandere Sugar Daddy who is the CEO of a famous 6-star hotel chain that has been in his family for decades.

Yandere Sugar Daddy who always liked young and beautiful women, although he never settled down with any, he likes to pamper and adore his lovers by giving them everything they want.

Yandere Sugar Daddy who broke up with his Sugar Baby just a few days ago after she told him that she loved him and wanted to formalize her relationship with him, she was cute but boring and he didn't see himself spending his life with her, fuck no. So he left her.

Yandere Sugar Daddy who after that didn't waste any time in re-entering SugarLove.www a famous Sugar Daddy page where he found all his previous Sugar Babies.

Yandere Sugar Daddy who after a few long minutes searching for the right candidate for him, he finally found her, he found you. In your profile picture you looked divine, he looks at your profile from top to bottom looking at your photos and he was sure you were the one for him, so he sends you a message asking if you want to go to a restaurant to meet up... but you don't answer.

Yandere Sugar Daddy who gets impatient when the minutes go by and nothing happens. He decides to wait a little longer while he works in his office, when the hours go by he sees how the sun sets, he grabs his phone again and is disappointed when he doesn't find any answer, what's more, he doesn't even see the message.

Yandere Sugar Daddy who when he gets out of the shower the next morning checks his phone, a smile spreads on his lips when he sees a message from you, finally. "Hi, I'm sorry I didn't answer you before, but I was a little busy, I like the idea of ​​meeting you, how about tomorrow :)?" He doesn't hesitate to answer you sending the address of the restaurant and the time, you accept.

Yandere Sugar Daddy who arrives earlier at the restaurant, the waiter guides him to the best table that overlooks the night city, he asks the waiter to bring his best wine, he nods and leaves, the minutes pass when he sees you arrive, he smiles and stands up admiring your beauty, he doesn't hesitate to flatter you while he moves your chair so you can sit down before sitting in front of you.

Yandere Sugar Daddy who talks to you all night while you have dinner and drink wine, you tell him that you are studying a law degree which is an expensive career for you, a friend of yours entered the website and now lives stable and can even pay for the degree, that is the main reason why you entered SugarLove.www, he listens to you attentively, when you tell him that this is only for a while and that you are not looking for anything serious, he agrees and accepts.

Yandere Sugar Daddy who takes you to his hotel that same night where you end up having mind-blowing sex, the next day he pays two months of your tuition in advance, during the following months he and you spend intimate moments, he takes you on vacations, buys you luxurious things and you have sex all the time everywhere, by the time he realizes it he is already in love with you.

Yandere Sugar Daddy who starts taking you to business meetings and family gatherings presenting yourself as his girlfriend to your great discomfort, whenever you two go back to your apartment you scold him and he just shrugs his shoulders saying that by saying that he saves both of you the awkwardness of having to explain your relationship.

Yandere Sugar Daddy who tries to act like nothing is wrong but fails miserably. He gets tense when you're on your phone for too long. Are you talking to another guy? Are you cheating on him?! Unbeknownst to you, he ends up having your phone connected to his so he can see everything you do.

Yandere Sugar Daddy who gets jealous when he goes to pick you up from college and sees you at the door talking to a guy. His knuckles turn white around the steering wheel and when he parks he honks for a long moment getting your attention. You quickly say goodbye and approach him, getting in the car. You greet him and lean over to kiss his cheek but he grabs your jaw and kisses you hard on the lips.

Yandere Sugar Daddy who gets more heated during sex, calling you his wife and saying he'll give you his babies even though it makes you a little uncomfortable you take it as a fetish, that is until you feel something warm inside you and you realize he took off the condom, that's the straw that broke the camel's back, you walk away from him angrily grabbing your clothes yelling at him while you get dressed, saying he's crazy, you tell him it's all over between you before leaving.

Yandere Sugar Daddy who doesn't understand why you act like this, do you know all the women who would like to date him? All the women who would like to have his babies? He only took off the condom with you, only with you, you should feel honored but instead you get upset? He spoiled you. Yes he did. But now he'll show you why you shouldn't be an ungrateful brat.

Yandere Sugar Daddy who starts off simple by blocking your phone, then has an eviction notice sent to your fancy apartment (which he pays for by the way) and last but not least he pays for you to fail each and every one of your exams at university, which completely destabilizes you as you watch your life fall apart overnight.

Yandere Sugar Daddy who a few days later goes to your apartment, walks in with his key and sees you packing your bags with teary eyes, he tells you he forgives you for your attitude, in fact he wants you two to get married, who needs a degree after all? You insult him for making his life hell and he frowns, are you still an ungrateful brat? He's going to punish you.

He comes towards you in great strides so you startle trying to get away from him, but he grabs you hard by the hair making you let out a squeal of pain he pulls you closer to him and growls near your ear.

“Why can't you just take what I give you like a good girl? You always have to be so ungrateful, I'm starting to think you like making me angry.”

You shake your head but he pushes you face down on the bed, pulling down your pajama shorts along with your panties and you try to kick him off on your own so he grabs your waist with one hand keeping you still and with the other hand he spanks you hard leaving your soft skin burning and sore, you started to sob quickly and he stopped.

“Well, look at that are you crying? It was only 10 spanks girl, you're a cry baby huh? Weren't you planning on being a tough lawyer?”

He hears you sob louder and sighs rubbing the red flesh of your ass with his hands before unbuckling his belt pulling down his pants and boxers releasing his fat cock which stands up happily, he grabs your hips lifting your ass as you bury your head in the mattress, he pumps his cock once before guiding it into your pussy sliding inside your warm tight channel.

“Fuck— you feel so good girl, it seems like your little pussy missed my cock so much... poor thing, my little one was neglected for almost a week because of your bratty attitude.”

He hears you babble something he doesn't understand into the sheets but he ignores you, his hands squeeze your ass while he rams you hard from behind, the dirty sound of slapping mixed with the thick smell of sex fills the room accompanied by his grunts and your muffled sobs, he separates your ass cheeks and without stopping thrusting into you he uses one of his fingers to rub your wrinkled hole.

“Hey you never let me fuck you around here, tell me are you a virgin? Well never mind once we get married I'll make sure not to leave a single one of your holes unused, by the time I'm done they'll all be shaped like my cock.”

You shudder in fear at his words causing your pussy to tense around him, he lets out a low chuckle as he grabs your hips ramming into you with renewed vigor, you bite down on the sheets and dig your nails into the mattress, his cock slamming again and again against your bruised cervix causing your eyes to roll back in the back of your head from the overwhelming pleasure, he grabs you by the hair lifting you up and forcing you to lean your back against his chest, you lean your head back over his shoulder and he licks your ear the wet sensation making your juicy pussy clench even tighter.

“God I wish you could see the face you're wearing right now it's so fucking erotic, you look like a whore how can you expect me not to put a baby in your womb when you make faces like that?”

He kisses your ear and uses one of his hands to rub your clit in firm circles bringing you over the edge a few more thrusts and you end up cumming all over his cock you let out moans as you arch your back he lets out a grunt as he feels your pussy squeezing him like a vice and then he stops cumming deep inside you his seed paints your core he pushes your body down onto the mattress collapsing on your back without pulling his limp cock out of you he murmurs.

“Since you're not going to college anymore I thought it would be best to move into a house, a big one, before our kids are born, you know little ones are adorable but a big problem and I want to have you all to myself before they get here.”

[themochiverse]

Interconnected Forever | Sylus

Pairing: yandere!professor!Sylus x student!fem!reader

Warnings: Dark content | Non-con to dub-con, age gap of 10 yrs (reader is 23, Sylus is 33), piv sex, unprotected sex, fingering, spitting, dry humping, blowjob, doggy, creampie, threats, blackmail, secretly recording without consent, degradation, name calling (slut, bitch, whore, sweetie, darling, kitten), humiliation, Daddy kink, manipulative Sylus, dom!Sylus. MDNI 18+ (plss dni if this makes you uncomfortable, you have been warned)

Synopsis: You needed to end the fling between you and him. It was only ever temporary, but the closer he keeps you, the more it begins to feel like you were never meant to escape from him.

Word Count: 3.7K

A/N: Lowkey was hesitant to drop this lol. Comment and reblog if you enjoy it x

Divider by @/pixopix

A rattle from the door awoke Sylus from his work, fingers halting on his keyboard as he responds with a formal response.

“Come in.” 

The door opens slightly, and you peek your head in, eyes wandering around the empty classroom, and you quickly get inside before closing the door. Sylus meets your eyes from afar, and a wide-spread grin appears on his face as he ushers you to come over. You take your time walking to him—the only thing blocking you between was his large desk. 

“You haven’t gone home, sweetie?”

His deep voice echoes slightly, and he notices the way you avoid looking at him, fingers fiddling with the hem of your skirt. His eyes narrow, and it clicks—something is wrong. You take a deep breath, anxiety crawling underneath your skin as you confess. 

“I think we should stop.” 

Silence sinks like an anchor, and you chew the inside of your cheek waiting for a response. You lift your head, eyes peering at him, and for a moment, you’re surprised. Sylus only smirks, an amused expression on his face, while you’re baffled. You half-heartedly expected him to be upset or mad, but no, here he was in his seat, manspreading like usual with that awful smirk of his. 

It was adorable to think you had a choice in this. 

“I need you to be more specific, sweetie. We should stop what?” 

You almost gasped, irritation bubbling inside you because you knew he knew. He knew exactly what you were talking about. 

“We should stop hooking up.” 

You respond clearly, watching the way Sylus folds his arms over his chest, his black shirt clinging to him tightly, and you can’t help but trail your eyes over the outlines of his muscles, getting a sudden whiplash of erotic memories; grabbing onto those arms while you rode him when class was over, the veins on his hand when he grabbed your neck and fucked you into oblivion, the way his nose nudged your clit perfectly whenever he ate you out. Of course, the times his cock slid into your cunt effortlessly, every ridge and vein rubbing against your walls, hitting your g-spot relentlessly while he came in you. 

“No.” 

You snap out of your trance, eyes latched onto him, a flicker of surprise passing through you as you stutter out a response. 

“E-excuse me?” 

“You heard me, we’re not going to stop.” 

You stare at him dumbfoundedly, almost confused, as you continue to blabber. 

“We have to stop, someone will find out eventually and—“

“So, this is what you’re worried about? Worried that the perfect, prim student president will get caught fucking the head professor, hm?” 

Sylus chuckles, a sigh leaving his lips as he rests his chin on his palm, almost looking bored until he speaks again. 

“Like you weren’t just ogling me a moment ago, kitten. Were you thinking about the times we fucked?”

Your eyes widen at his crude language, taking a step back as you are caught red-handed.

“I wasn’t—“ 

“Are you sure? Because the way your thighs are pressed together right now doesn’t tell me that.”

Shit. It doesn’t help further when his eyes rake over your nervous form, ruby eyes glowing faintly as he licks his lips. 

“Look—Professor Sylus, it’s just simply not appropriate anymore for us to continue…this.”

Sylus grins slyly, an eyebrow raised at you, “Not appropriate, you say?” 

He shifts in his seat, arms now clasped together on the desk as he begins to recall. 

“Was it appropriate the first time you suggested this? Do you remember the way you begged on your knees to let me pass your test? Trying to convince me with a blowjob that you promised would be the best?”

Your heart stutters, the memory collapsing like a tower of cards as Sylus continues to humiliate you maliciously. 

“Was it appropriate when you waited for me to come back from a staff meeting, impatiently dragging me to the janitor’s closet so I could finger-fuck you since you were being such a pathetic bitch in heat?” 

Heat rises in your cheeks, humiliation burning inside your chest because every word was meant to attack you. You couldn’t handle it, especially when he wasn’t lying, and so you spin around, furious steps trudging to the door until you hear his voice. 

“If you leave right now, I’ll fail you.” 

You stop, heart sinking at his words, worry and fear spreading like poison. You turn your head slowly, hand off the doorknob as you gaze at him. 

“What did you say?” 

Sylus gleams as he repeats. 

“I’ll fail your assignment if you step out right now.” 

“Y-you can’t do that..” 

“I can, sweetie. Why don’t you come back and sit down for me, hm? We need to discuss this matter more since you’re starting to think wisely now.” 

You swallow the venom in the conversation, your mind struggling to come to a decision. To Sylus, though, you’re taking far too long. Red mist wraps around your body, and you gasp, feeling as if an invisible rope is pulling you to him. You’re placed right on top of his lap, the hair on your skin awakening as his hands rest on your waist, and warm, mint breath tickling your cheek. 

“Now, where were we? Oh, you wanted us to stop fucking, is that correct?” 

His hands glide underneath your skirt, fingers drawing small circles on your thigh as he leans in close to you. Your breath hitches, heart pounding out of your ribcage. 

“How could you ever think to stop when you made me like this? Made me so obsessed with you.” 

His nose tickles your neck, lips ghosting over your throat as he shuts his eyes, taking a deep breath of your scent, grumbling quietly in response. The second you feel his fingers crawling into your panties, you jump in surprise, hips twisting to get off of his lap, but the red mist strikes again, coiling around you like a snake, and now you’re stuck.

“Sylus, don’t—“

“Sweetie,” he tuts, cutting you off, “Did you forget what I said? If you try to leave right now, I’ll fail you, and you might start to hear from others how the student president is such a whore.” 

You chew your bottom lip, trying to contain the emotions swirling inside of you, unease digging into your skin when he smiles so sickly at you. 

“Are we clear?” 

He questions, relishing in the way you helplessly nod your head in agreement. Tears prick at the corner of your eyes, and you can’t help but squirm vaguely when his finger draws a heart right on top of your panties. 

“Sylus.” You gasp out, the warm tears finally gliding across your cheeks. 

Sylus wipes your tears, grasping your face with the palm of his hands, calloused fingers caressing you as he coos at you. 

“You need this, sweetheart, you’re just a little confused about what you want.” 

With that said, he leans down, dragging the fat, wet muscle of his tongue on your neck and heat blooms across your body, pooling lowly in your stomach. It’s worse when you feel him grind underneath you, the outline of his hard cock rubbing against the thin fabric of your panties, and you can’t help but whimper. 

“Such a needy little slut.” 

Sylus hums, tearing open your shirt, unclasping your bra as his hands greedily reach out to knead them. His thumb and index finger roll a nipple in between, tugging and pinching at it, knowing it would elicit a reaction out of you. You involuntarily arch your back, biting your bottom lip harshly, trying to ignore how wet you were beginning to feel. 

Sylus grabs your face, pulling you in for a heated kiss. His lips mould perfectly with yours, sliding with intensity, and his tongue joins in, the grip on your face tightening. He angles your head to the side, and you instantly melt into the kiss, your sobs being swallowed away as Sylus sucks on your tongue only to pull away and murmur. 

“Open your mouth, tongue out.” 

When you don’t comply, his lips flatten into a thin line, and a loud smack! echoes in the room; you wince from the pain of his hand slapping your ass. 

“Now.” 

He mentions it sternly, and you comply, tears enveloping your vision. He lets out a fat gob of spit, watching the way it splats flat onto your tongue, and his lips are on yours again. It’s messier with the way he’s kissing you, teeth clashing, and his lips hungrily suck and tug at your bottom lip. During this, he’s humping into you, hands groping your breasts, and the pleasure starts to fog your mind. Sylus pulls away from the kiss, and a thin line of spit connects from both of you. 

His hand trails down underneath your skirt, knuckles just skimming over your clothed clit, and you suck in a harsh breath. His fingers tease their way into your panties, groaning with a micro smirk when he realises how soaked you are. 

“Look how wet you are for me, kitten, and you’re telling me to end this situation when we’re clearly meant to be together?” 

Two of his fingers slide in your hole, and you seize up, eyes shutting and clenching tightly at the intrusion as he lets out a harsh laugh. He grabs your chin, rough voice laced with dominance as he speaks. 

“Uh uh, look at me.”

Your eyes instinctively open, immediately hooked to those bright, red eyes that seem to know your every thought. His fingers pump and curl, pressing right into your gummy walls and the pleasure spikes once he hits the perfect spot. Your lips part open, a whiny moan leaving you, and you fail to notice the red mist that uncoils itself away from you. Your hands automatically clutch onto his shoulders, feeling the pad of his thumb swirl so deliciously on your clit while his fingers continue to abuse your poor hole. 

Sylus has you where he wants, grinning like a maniac when your thighs begin to quiver, your breaths hiccupping every time he scissors his fingers in you.  

“Hmm, are you going to cum for me, sweetie?” 

You nod your head frantically, struggling to form a coherent sentence. 

“Mnghh ’ssoooo close, Sy, please…” 

You’re received with another smack! instead, and you yelp, hearing his next words makes you involuntarily clench around his fingers. 

“No, no, say it properly, like how you always do.” 

“Please, can I cum Daddy?”

Sylus growls deeply, a proud smirk etched on his face as he presses his thumb against your clit. 

“Yeah? Is my sweet girl going to cum for Daddy?” 

Heat pools further in your stomach, the knot tightening with each passing second as your whines and moans continue to ring out in the air. He plays with you for a bit, sucking a sweet spot underneath your chin, teeth dragging across your throat.

He leans in close to your ear, whispering, “I don’t think you deserve to cum, though.” 

Immediately, his fingers withdraw from your pussy, the hole fluttering with need as you whine at the loss of his touch, orgasm ruined since he simply kept you on edge. 

“Why don’t you be a good girl and get on your knees for me? Show me how much you want this.”

You stare at him in shock, lips parted in surprise, and the thought gently flickers across your mind. Should you do it? You came here to stop it, yet here you are wanting to cum so terribly. 

Then Sylus’s words ring in your ears, your chest starting to tighten when it echoes in your head. 

“I’ll fail you…”

“…how the student president is such a whore.” 

You decide to slide off his lap, your quavering hands touching the hard leather belt as you begin to unloop it. Once it’s undone, you pull his pants and boxers down, freeing his hard length. It is obvious that he’s painfully hard; the veins on his cock slithered from the pre-cum covered tip to the base, balls heavy with need. The sight nearly has you drooling, and a wave of shame washes through you—an uncomfortable push of nausea hits you out of nowhere. 

Fuck.

Was he actually going to fail you?

You didn’t want to take any risks, so you grab his cock, tongue swiping at his tip, and you hear him hiss. His hand slithers to grab the back of your neck, pushing his cock deeper into your mouth until his balls are just kissing your lips. You gag but get a hold of using your tongue against him—the wet muscle sucking and looping perfectly, head bopping up and down as you feel his fingers dig into your skin. 

Sylus lets out a deep grunt, shallow breaths being puffed out as he gazes at the sight in front of him. You are on your knees, willingly sucking him off because he couldn’t help but let that threat slip by ‘accident’. If only you knew what else he had in store for you. 

Sylus loves fucking you, and regardless of sex, he’s always been crazy for you. From the start of the semester, when you walked into class, chattering amongst your friends as you settled into the class, and at almost every lecture, he’d catch you staring at him. It wasn’t as if the other students weren’t gazing at him too, trying to pay attention to the material presented, but there was something else whenever you looked at him. 

A thought of curiosity that’s for sure, perhaps a thought of hunger, since many students swooned over him, but there was definitely a peculiar look behind those eyes, almost as if you were studying him. 

Of course, as weeks went by, he began to notice that you couldn’t hold eye contact with him. Whenever he caught you staring at him, well, not his face, but rather his body, you’d shy away in your books.  When he realised that you had a crush on him, he knew he needed to get to you. 

Other than your amazing looks and bright personality, Sylus caught himself daydreaming about his future with you. Sure, there was a significant age gap between you both, yet he couldn’t help imagine marrying anyone but you. You practically possessed his mind, and he found himself throughout the day just thinking about you. 

He wanted to talk to you more and get closer to you. He wanted to know your deepest thoughts, your worries, and especially your future. Oh, how he’d love to be a part of that. 

He was never going to let you go that easily, not when you were already in his grasp. 

Of course, the more time you spent together, the more interconnected his soul was. Sylus couldn’t help but slither into your good books, scales shimmering in delight whenever he saw your precious smile. It all started because of you, and well, you couldn’t help it either. Whenever he swooned you with gifts and merriment, the authentic, sweet-honeyed words dripped onto your skin, sticking into your ears so a mantra replayed in your head. 

“You always belong to me as I belong to you.” 

God, you truly fucked up there, didn’t you? The venom already penetrated your soul a long time ago, but it dawdled its effects, corrupting your mind gradually while the fragments of your soul and Sylus’s were being stitched together peculiarly. It kept coiling you and him in unison, merged in warmth, desire, and obviously love.

Who could forget about that?

The thread that coiled around your souls became more rigid, pulling and squeezing at your heart until you couldn’t breathe anymore. The gasp for air stopped the thread from pulling further, and it loosened momentarily until your soul began to slip away, only for it to tighten with the very hands that knew you would eventually crack. 

After all, diamonds lose their sparkle once they’re tainted. 

Sylus felt himself getting close, his hips bucking into your mouth from the intense movement your mouth was applying, and God, he was loud. Your eyes darted nervously between him and the door, and at this point, you were sure someone would walk in and see what had stirred up the commotion in an empty classroom. In a second, you feel his fingers dig into your hair, pulling you away from his cock just as he was about to come.

You barely have time to say anything as his hands grab you, pulling you onto your feet as your chest is pushed onto the desk, ass high in the air as you feel his hard length just grazing your hole. A small whimper escapes from your lips, heart pounding in a mix of fear and arousal while Sylus continues to toy with you. 

“Hmm, should I cum in this perfect, pretty pussy, darling? You were sucking me off so well, but I don’t know… if you earned having my cock inside you.” 

You clenched on nothing but his words, nails digging graciously into the wooden table because a part of you knew what he wanted you to do. The tip of his cock drags down your slit, your wetness coating him with a glistening effect, and your teeth dig into your lower lip.

“Please…”

“Hm, what was that, sweetie? Couldn’t hear that properly.”

“Please fuck me, Daddy.”

“I think you can do better for me. Try again.”

“Daddy, please put your cock in me and fuck me, please, please, ple—“

Sylus doesn’t give you any time to adjust as he slides in one go, a gasp leaving your lips while the stretch burned for a moment, only for the pain to slither away once he began grinding into you. How could he deny his sweet girl when she begged so nicely for him?

The grinds soon turn into loud plaps, rhythmic and steady as the veins on his cock glide against your walls perfectly. His tip strikes the spot that weakens the muscles in your limbs, pleasure tingling at your spine whilst you release a series of desperate, pretty moans.

It’s so hard to think about anything else when Sylus’s cock continuously rams into your cervix, gummy walls swallowing his length and the power of his thrusts as you cry out.

So hard to focus on your surroundings, your vision completely stuttering as it fails to notice the blinking red dot that hides in a tiny pot plant, perfectly camouflaged from prey like you. 

“F-fuck, and you wanted us to stop, huh? After everything we’ve done together, after finally knowing everything about each other, and now you’re worried about honour?” 

His words fall on deaf ears, the pleasure consuming your mind as you drool on the table, moans getting pitchier by the second.

Sylus scoffs, his grunts escaping his lips as he drags his cock out of your hole for a moment, only to slam back in, eliciting a reaction out of you. His hand reaches for your hair, tugging your head back as his words fall into your ear. 

“Tell me who owns this pussy.” 

“Y-You Sy..” 

Smack!

“Again. Who owns this fucking pussy, hm?”

“You, ngh—it’s always been you Sylus.” 

A proud smile is etched on Sylus’s face, and his lips pepper warm kisses on your neck. The heat pooling in your stomach gets hotter, the pleasure intensifies with each thrust, and you hiccup your words.

“Mmh, I’m gon-gonna come.” 

Sylus smirks in response, his thrusts getting sloppier when he feels you clench around his cock, eyes narrowing onto your shaky legs and your nails scratching the surface of the table. A wave of smugness washes over him since he’s able to see you turn into a mess just for him and him only.

His hand finds your clit, rubbing the nub in fast circles, the pad of his thumb pressing juuust enough to make you lose your mind as your eyes roll to the back of your head, a choked moan leaving you as you come undone on his cock. 

“Fuckkk, you’re gripping me so tight, sweetie—I’m not gon-ah last long.” 

Sylus’s hips stutter, cock twitching with fervour as a loud groan tears from his lips, and hot, thick ropes of cum spill inside you. He chases his high, slowing down very soon as he collapses on top of you. 

You feel his slick drip down your thighs, body tingling from the aftermath of your interaction. You’re completely blissed out, until you adjust your eyes to the room, eyes scanning to the table you’re on, and you admire the pretty pot plant—that is when you notice it. 

The red light. 

Your breathing gets shallow, heart rate spiking as your thoughts start to centre on what you see. You want to move, but you can’t when Sylus is glued to your back. You dig your nails into the table, knuckles turning white, and Sylus feels how tense you become. 

“What’s the matter, kitten?”

“W-why is there a red dot blinking in that plant?”

Your voice shakes, unease crawling into your mind since you do not want him to admit what you think it is. Sylus doesn’t even need to look at what you’re seeing as he murmurs a soft hush into your hair.

The thread winds endlessly around you both, your souls knotted together in a deceptive warmth, like a serpent that holds you gently at first, only so you wouldn’t notice when the pressure begins, when escape is no longer something your body remembers how to do.

The realisation sinks in slowly, just like the poison that cast an illusion over you from the start. Only now you understand, as it settles in cold and certain that you were never meant to be held. Only hunted long enough to stop running.

Your souls succumb to the thread, slipping further away while your heart pulses softly, and the words that come next reach you anyway. You just weren’t prepared to hear them.

“Just a little something to keep you…in line for me.” A quiet laugh follows. “You feel it, don’t you? We’re interconnected forever, sweetie. You can’t undo that.”

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[late-night-lilith]

daddy's decided that I'm old enough to have special drinks with him today :)

he gave me a special drink. it's sweet and fruity but it tastes kind of funny. daddy tells me to drink up, I wanna be a big girl right? I drink it all and my body feels kinda funny afterwards. it feels warm and I feel a little giggly. daddy smiles and drinks from the bottle he's holding and asks me if I want another one. I nod, I want to be a big girl.

he gets another glass for me and pats the couch for me to sit next to him. I do and take the drink when he hands it to me and drink it up. daddy runs his fingers through my hair, scratches my head, and keeps drinking his drink while I have my big girl drink. it feels really nice. I ask him if I can try some of his and he laughs and says sure, but he doesn't think I'll like it. I take a sip and it's really bitter, I scrunch my face up and hand the bottle back to him. daddy laughs, he was right and, after all, daddy knows best. I finish up my second drink and hand the glass over to him. I feel really really woozy now and my body's really warm too. I feel kind of weird between my legs too, it feels tingly and like it's pulsing. it's not bad weird.

I ask daddy about the tingly feeling and he laughs again. it's deeper, chestier than his usual laugh, but it still feels warm and safe. he says that's normal when you drink big girl drinks and that it means I'm ready to have daddy help me feel good. I ask him how, he pats his lap and tells me to sit in it. he has to help me on but I get in his lap and he holds me from behind.

daddy asks if I'm going to be good and do what he tells me to. I nod, of course I will, I love daddy so much, I want to be his good girl. he kisses my head and tells me he loves me too and starts rubbing me all over, he rubs my chest a lot more than the rest of me before he puts his hand between my legs, under my skirt, and starts rubbing me over my panties. it makes the tingly feeling stronger but it feels really good. it starts feeling wetter between my legs and I can feel something hard in daddy's lap now. I ask him what it is and he says that his special drinks make him feel the same way and asks if I want to be a good girl and help him take care of it. I do, I want to help daddy take care of the tingly feeling, I want to be a good girl for daddy.

he tells me that we have to take off our bottoms if I want to be daddy's good girl and help him, so I let him help me out of my panties before he slips off his boxers. he tells me that the hard thing in his lap is a dick and holds it in his hand. it looks really really big and like it's so hard it hurts. he touches me between my legs again and tells me where I'm wet and tingly is my pussy, and that daddies and their kids use those to help each other feel really good together. he rubs my pussy with his fingers again and it feels even better than it did when he rubbed me over my panties. I can't help but to move my hips and rub myself against his fingers, it feels so good and it makes the tingly feeling even stronger.

daddy asks if I still want to try to help him feel good too and I nod. he says that it feels really good to rub his dick against my pussy, especially when I'm so wet like I am, and says that it'll feel really good for me too, I just have to open my legs for him, so I do and it does. it feels so good when daddy rubs his dick against my pussy. it feels like something's building up in my pretty girlboy parts and I feel even hotter the more we rub against each other.

daddy's breathing really hard, I am too. his dick is so hard and it's wet where he's rubbed it against me. he asks me if I want to be really really good for him and feel even better with him. I nod furiously, my head spins when I do and I giggle when he tells me to get on my hands and knees on the couch, kinda like a dog. I can't move very well still, I'm still really dizzy and wobbly but daddy helps me. he pushes my front half closer to the couch so that my butt is up in the air, but he's gentle when he does it. I feel his hand on my butt and his dick rubs against my pussy again, so I lean back to rub against it harder.

daddy tells me that it might hurt a little at first but that I need to be really good and trust him, that he promises it'll feel really good not too long after. I nod and he asks if I'm ready. I am, I'm ready to be good for daddy and feel so so good with him, I want to keep feeling good with daddy so badly, I want to be his good girl so bad.

daddy isn't gentle when he pushes his dick into my pussy. he does it really fast and I scream. he thrusts really hard into me and it hurts so bad. tears run down my face and I beg daddy to stop, to slow down, to take it out please please please. I try to move away but he holds my hips hard and slams his dick inside of my deepest parts and tells me that I need to be good for him and take his cock, that I'm made for it, that I just need to keep still, but I can't. it still hurts so bad but the thing building up in my pussy keeps building and that feels really good. it's confusing, it makes my head spin even harder, but it feels really good and hurts really bad all at once. it's overwhelming and I cry harder and keep begging daddy to stop please, please stop, I don't wanna do this anymore, but he just slams his dick into me even harder than before and says he's sorry. daddy says he can't help it, he can't stop, that I feel so good wrapped around his cock, that I just need to stay there and it'll feel good and he promises he'll be done soon.

daddy keeps thrusting into my pussy and it starts to hurt less and less. he was right, it does start to feel good. it starts to feel really good, better than anything I've ever felt before. the pressure building in my pussy feels like it's going to burst and I want to tell daddy that something's happening, but it feels too good and I can't get any words out, I can't do anything but moan and rock my hips back onto daddy's cock.

I keep rocking myself back onto daddy as he speeds up and rams his cock into me harder. the pressure is so big inside me and I keep chasing it before suddenly I feel like I can't move for a second before it finally bursts and I scream, my whole body shakes because it feels so so good, it feels like my pussy tightens around daddy's cock and he speeds up even faster, grabs my hips tighter, slams me down on his dick harder. he leans on top of me and tells me what a good girl I am for him, tells me to keep cumming for him, that he's going to fill my pretty pussy with his cum, that he's close, that he's gonna cum inside me.

daddy keeps my hips pressed his and stops thrusting, growling in my ear while I feel his dick twitch inside me and something warm fills my pussy. we stay like that for a little bit, my body limp except for when I shake a little bit without meaning to and daddy keeping me pressed up against him hard while he grinds inside of me. I feel so full and warm, it feels amazing and I want to stay like this with him forever.

after a little bit, daddy pulls himself out of me slowly. I whine when he finishes taking his dick out of my pussy and I feel something warm dripping out of my pussy and down my legs. my whole body feels like jelly and I feel like I can't move, so I simply slump onto my stomach. I hear daddy chuckle and put a hand on my back.

"was daddy right sweetheart?"

I'm barely able to manage out a weak "uh huuhh", which makes him chuckle again before I feel his cock at the entrance of my pussy again, just barely beginning to sink into me, making my body tense up. daddy puts his hand on my back again and holds my body down against the couch. his voice is dark, deep, and rumbly when he whispers in my ear again.

"be a good girl and give daddy a second round with you, sweetheart."

[domdraven]

Raping a sweet, little kid in front of their tied up father. Forcing the man to watch the way I ruin his poor kid’s innocence while he begs me to stop, but I can see the way his cock is hardening under his jeans, secretly enjoying it like the disgusting pervert he is. —

If I didn’t know any better, I’d assume he wants to join in and ruin the poor thing with me.

[themonstercangirl]

I'm so sorry would do something so disgusting and horrible to you. Yes, it's really awful. Nobody should go through what you went through. Here, hug me. It's okay, it'll be okay, it's alright. I wish I could do anything to make that trauma go away. Maybe if you told me more about it, I could help. Where did they touch you? Yes, I'm serious. Please, I'm just trying to help. Yeah. Thanks. Where? Did they touch you there? I need you to take your shirt off. I need to actually see where and how they touched you. Yes, I need to know how they did it. I need you to show me

It's okay to cry. You went through a lot. It's okay, it'll be okay, it's alright. I'm here with you now. It'll be alright. Trust me. Please, trust me. So, they touched you there. Did they grope you? And did they pinch your nipples? Like this? Don't push me away, I'm just trying to help. Who else has always been there for you? Who else is going to help you like I am? Yes, good. That's more like it. So, they touched you like this. How does it feel? Good? Isn't it better when I do it? I'm glad

What else did they do to you? Yeah, I'm so sorry. That's horrible. That's unforgivable. Here, let me help. You need to take your underwear off. Yes, just like that. It's okay, you can cry. Let it out. You're safe with me. I'll keep you safe. Nothing bad will happen to you. I'll take care of you. Just let it happen. Show me how they touched you. Oh, are you squirming? Let me help. Did they touch you like this? Stop resisting me. I'm just trying to help. Please. Good. Let me help. You can cry. It's okay, it'll be okay, it's alright

Just let me help. You're allowed to enjoy it. You're enjoying this, aren't you? I do it so much better than them. Their hands don't even compare to mine. You should think about me touching you, instead of them. Don't worry. It's okay to enjoy it. Keep telling me how they touched you. We'll keep going. Yes, because I said so. We're going to keep going. Tell me more. Did they say anything to you? Oh, they also said that they were just helping and that you should enjoy it? What a funny coincidence

[themonstercangirl]

When I rape you, we'll be recreating your sexual abuse, because I will do it better, and you know it. You want it. You crave my touch. You want me to be your rapist. I promise I'll do it much better. I'll take good care of you. I'm going to love raping you

[hoplocket]

uncle insisting he pick me up friday after school and keep me for the weekend so mom and dad can have some time for themselves. itll be good for them and plus uncle has been wanting to spend more time with me! eventually, my parents agree, and when i hop in his truck after school im not taken to his place but a lonely seedy motel. he tells me itll be a fun mini vacation and my parents agreed to this so its nothing i need to feel scared about. i still get a gross feeling in my tummy when im rushed inside our room by him.

i spend all weekend sore, sweaty and sensitive. my cries for help are ignored by all the other neighboring vistors while uncle holds my body down and uses my cunt. my body is too small to fight him off, i can only sob into the pillow and let him continue until hes had his fill. hes being rough and mean, and i ask him to stop but he says he cant help it. he couldnt stop even if he wanted to. hes gone this far: taking me to this bad place and doing these bad things to me, he might as well go all the way. he breeds my pussy repeatedly with no shame. groaning and panting about how good i feel, how badly hes wanted this, how excited he is to be the first man to claim my cunt. by the final day ive lost my fight and lay there while he gives me the last of his loads.

returning home with his cum leaking out of me and pooling in my underwear... trying to be normal about his hand on the small of my back while my parents ask me about the weekend. they say how they enjoyed the time they had all to themselves so much, they may have to make my weekends with uncle a regular thing <3

[ickytreats]

Warning! This is written about consenting adults! This post includes Fauxcest, not actually related, CNC in a way, and Bladder play!

Waking up to Dad arms wrapped around me. He had snuck in during the night. It's so cute to have him spoon me! This is kinda rare for Dad to do. Except he starts pushing down on my bladder. Making me squirm, dad...really need to pee. I try to escape his grasp but he doesn't let me go. Hold it, wanna cuddle my little girl. He kisses my cheek and holds me closer.

He stops pressing on my bladder and I try to stay still. Going back to the small cuddle session when he does it again and I gasp. Let me go pee and I'll be back, he holds me tighter. First I need something from you, his other hand coming to my thigh and lifting it. Pulling my panties to the side and I whine shaking my head. I won't be able to hold it, I was still sleepy and holding in the morning is always the worst for me. You will hold it, I feel him drag is cock through my slits before pushing in.

I gasp softly and push my face into the pillow. He groans at how bad I'm clenching around him. Fucking me from behind and pushing on my bladder every once in a while. I grab and bite onto the sheets trying my best to not let go. Tears even coming to my eyes. I couldn't make a mess, that would be so embarrassing. I should've known better, dad doesn't just do innocent cuddles. I feel him push down again and I leak. I start to freak out, stop! Stop! Fuck i'm going to- shut up and take it. Didn't I say I wanna cuddle my little girl?

I whine loudly and try hold it as he fucks me. I swear he's going harder and quicker now. He's doing all of this on purpose. I pant and wipe away stray tears as I start to shake. It feels torturously good, he's moaning into my ear. Soon enough he's pressed against me so close he's basically pinning me to the bed. His hand and the bed pressing against my bladder and I whine again. I start to leak again, tearing up, when he suddenly pulls out and pushes in completely. I squeal, then biting down on my pillow, tensing, and trying to stop. You make a mess of this bed and I'm fucking you silly all damn day.

He keeps pushing into me, testing my limits, and pushing on my bladder. I tear up and nod, I don't want or need messes. You hold it or I'm doing this until you learn how to. He growls into my ear before pulling out and going back to fucking me. I'm in a haze now shaking as I try to listen but I'm a mess of feelings. Tears blurry my vision as embarrassment is one of the things I'm feeling. Why is this overwhelming good? I whine again and try my best to hold. He has a goal, I know he does. The way he's fucking into me shows he wants me to break.

I pull away from my pillow as I feel it again. Dad dad dad dad please! Fuck! I sniffle as he changes the position, now on my back, and keeps pounding into me. Making me let go as my sniffles turn into a small cry. I feel him spank my thighs and laugh at me. Really are just a stupid little girl. Couldn't hold it while your dad fucked this pretty hole? Pathetic, he shakes his head acting disappointed but his reaction showed pure satisfaction. Might as well cum inside you, already have a mess going anyways. He moans and now I press on his lower stomach.

Y-you can't cum inside! I'm not on anything dad! I hiccup and sniffle with wide eyes. He knows he can't cum inside he just doesn't care. Did you care when you made this mess? I nod but he scuffs, no you didn't! Because obviously you didn't hold it. So dads not going to hold it either. He's breeding this damn cunt all he wants. He's pushing my hips back into a mean mating press before moaning loudly and filling me up. Watching me shake and gasp as he proudly fills me up.

Yes this was written early morning while I squirmed.

[daddy-bison]

Hey, kiddo, how was school? I saw Mike walked you home again today. How's he doing? Oh really? Do they still call it 'going steady'? Or am I behind the times. Well, whatever you call it, you have a boyfriend, huh?

Well, of course you're nervous, buddy. It's your first boyfriend! You still have a lot to learn. Inexperienced? Well, sure, at your age, most guys are. Oh, he said that? Well, he's gotta understand that he's a little... advanced. Most boys your age haven't had a girlfriend or boyfriend yet, so it's normal to not know what you're doing.

Well, I tell you what - why don't I show you a few things? Sure, that's what dads are for, right? Have you guys kissed yet? How did it go? Ok, that's good!

Oh, really? He wants a blowjob this weekend when you guys go on a date? That's kind of quick. No, no, it's ok. Well, if you really want to impress him, we have a lot of work to do. You're going to need some practice.

Come here, buddy. Let's pretend we're at on a date, watching a movie. I'm Mike. Now sit up next to me. That's it. Alright, so why don't you reach over and rub my thigh? Like that, yeah. Now move your hand to my zipper... here, this is tricky. Let me help you. There you go.

No, I don't think Mike is gonna be as big as your dad, so it'll probably be easier for you. But if you can handle Dad, you can handle any guy. Don't be afraid, go on and touch it. That's it. Wrap your hand around it. Yeah, that's normal, it's just precum.

Why don't you try tasting it? Yeah, so lean over like this - there you go. Now use your tongue to... Fuck... yeah, just like that kiddo. Really take your time and just enjoy it. Fuck. That's it. Yeah? Dad tastes good, huh?

Now open wide - you want to wrap your lips tight around the tip and start sucking. No, I'm not sure why it's called a blowjob. You don't do any actual blowing, it's all sucking. Now open wide... and then lean down... Fuck. Just like that. Keep moving your tongue around. Mmhmmm, suck nice and hard, and keep swirling your tongue like that. Fuck, kiddo, you're a natural. Mike is gonna be very happy with you after this weekend.

Ok, now start stroking Dad's cock. Nice and slow. And then let some of your drool slip out and... yeah, exactly. Use it to stroke me some more. Bob your head a little up and down. Here, let me show you. Yeah, I'll just grab your head.

Oh, that's quite a gag reflex you've got, kiddo. We'll have to work on that. Why? Because the next step is deepthroating. Deepthroating. Yes, exactly. Well, just relax, ok? Dad will help you out. Now, lower your head, take more of my cock into your mouth. That's it. Now, it's going to hit your throat and - wow, yeah, that's an intense gag reflex.

No, it's ok. Just relax. Yeah, your eyes are gonna get watery. Yeah, but all that drool just makes it feel better. Now, take a deep breath. Go on, nice and deep. That's my boy. And then... Mmmmm fuck. Oh my God... Easy, kiddo. Easy. Let your throat get used to it. Fuck. This feels amazing. Fuck.

Ok, take a breath. There you go. Now, this time, we're going to take all of it, ok? Yes, you can. You'll he fine, kiddo. Deep breath. That's it. Now... Fuck. Relax. Relax, kiddo, stop squirming. The more you panic, the harder it's gonna be. God damn you feel good, buddy. Keep going. Keep going. Almost there. Fuck. Oh fuck, kiddo. There you go. See? You did it!

Ok, let's take another breather. You're doing great. No, no breaks yet. You can't stop in the middle of a blowjob, goofball! Now, open up. No, we're not done. There you go, open wide. Just relax, kiddo. Stop fighting it. That's it. And into your throat. That's my boy. You sound cute when you gag like that. And all the way down. Good boy. Relax.

Ok, now hold it. Yeah, you're gonna show Mike how good you are at throating him, alright? Stop squirming and relax. Hold it. Hold it. Fuck. Fuck, kiddo, your dad might cum soon. And then you'll get to swallow it. Hold still. Just a bit longer. There. Alright, take another breath.

Ok, now you've taken me to the base a few times, now we need to start moving up and down. Yeah, bob your head and stuff. Deep breath. And then you can get in little gasps when you come upwards. Ok, open up. Stop, it'll be fine. Open wide. That's it. And down you go.

Oh fuck, kiddo. Oh fuck that feels good. Deeper. That's it. And back up. Ok, now quicker. Holy fuck your throat feels good. You know what? Maybe we'll skip over to throatfucking. No, don't start squirming again. Relax. Dad's got you. Let me just grab your head.

Fuck. That's it. That's it, kiddo. Take Dad's cock. Just like that. Relax. Just relax. Fuck yes. God, you're good at this. Fuck yeah. Look at you, drooling and gagging and sucking. Fuuuuck, kiddo. That's right. Dad's getting close, buddy. Real close. No, no stopping now. Relax your throat. Fuck yeah. Take Dad's cock, buddy. Almost... almost there. Almost...

Fuuuuuck! No, stay down. Swallow it. Swallow it, kiddo. All of it. Fuck yes. Gulp it down, buddy. Mmmm fuck. Every drop. Fuck. Fuck. God damn.

There, that wasn't so bad, was it? You're a bit of a mess. Lick your lips. And you have some on your chin. That's it. You're fine, stop whining so much. Dad kind of went easy on you.

Go clean up and grab some dinner. We have a lot of work to do. Once you get some food, come back here and we'll go again. Yes, I'm serious. Every day if we have to, from the moment you get home from school. We only have a few days to make sure you can impress the new boyfriend. Go eat and come back ready for another load. Thatta boy.

[cixteenyne]

AITA: I Kidnapped My Childhood Crush and Got Her Pregnant!

Summary: You run from Caleb after being kidnapped for a year. He finds out and brings you right back.

Content Warning: Drugging, Past Somnophilia, DubCon, Breeding, condescending caleb, mocking, mirror sex, manhandling, Yandere caleb, kidnapping, pussy eating, overstim, Rough sex, intimidation tactics, manipulation, Big Dick Caleb, mouth covering, you’re lwk a sick freak in this too…hair tugging, Uniform sex, slight hate sex…? Threats of humiliation, Threats in general he’s crazy, obsessive behavior, power imbalance? He’s a government worker so..

A/N: Also on ao3 yay

Caleb was a man of control, whether or not he was controlling himself or others- he was always in control. This did not stop. Even for you. If anything- it doubled. Everything had his input whether you liked it or not, as any good boyfriend would. You liked to gripe and whine that he was nothing of the sort, and you were ‘not dating his crazy ass’, but– you didn’t know anything, nor did you know what was good for you. You couldn't even lock your windows properly to keep strangers out. Not that he’s a stranger, besides- he would have gotten in anyway.

This really sets the scene for how upset he was at you. Just plain unhappy, how could you be so stupid? Going out without explicit say so from him, god you’re so ungrateful.

He walked down the halls with a mission, the same air of authority he always had. Maybe the uniform made him seem like you just had to listen to him- Obey. His subordinates, at least the ones you’d seen that day, seemed too rigid- too fearful, to be anything but practiced..-Learned obedience. Obedience bred by fear was something he swore by when it came to his work. Maybe it was time to apply it to you too.

His footfalls were heavy, hard to miss, impossible to ignore. Maybe that’s what the sense of foreboding was in your dreams, it’s too foggy to tell.

Caleb turned the knob and opened it to a crack. No sounds, lights off. Ah, so you’re still sleeping. Poor you, so sleepy, so tired after a day of disobeying any rule he set.

But, it’s not like he could be entirely too mad that you took the bait. Yea, sure— he set you up. He just wanted to see if you’d be desperate enough to think he’d be so stupid as to lighten up his security measures. The cameras that were way too obvious being turned off, yet the ones that weren't the camera staged as a doorknob, the one pretending to be a flower bud, even the one posing as a damn charging port? They were very much still on.

But everything else seemed to just be gone! Lucky you..! Except the bolted shut windows, the bullet proof military grade windows you couldn’t dream of shattering, the metal kitchen door to keep you away from the knives and glass, the lack of sharp edges never made a reappearance in the house either. The damn thing was basically baby proofed to hell and back. All with the goal of keeping you here. Keeping you safe. And you found a way out through pure dumb luck. Planned dumb luck. The one day he decided to test you by very simply leaving the door unlocked. (ignoring the 12 security systems and pass codes set in place when you come within 2 feet of it and even attempt to open it.)

And you took the bait. And you had the audacity to sleep after it all. Oh, he was going to fucking ruin you for this.

Each step closer toward your bed echoed from the heavy boots he wore. Boots he trudged through blood in. He bent down, crouched at your side and ran his fingers lightly above your neck. He ‘ought to leash you, really. You’d gone out. Sure, the moment you left you were never actually gone. All under his surveillance and tracking. He saw everything— but.. what if you’d gotten hurt, hm? What would poor Gege do? Extensive measures might have to be taken, then. Like the vulnerable kitten who just kept trying to escape when you were both young.

The truth is, you weren't sleeping. And you sure as hell weren’t unaware, he made sure of that. He wanted you to know what was going to happen to you, and know you deserved it. The type of man he is wasn't an ethical one. He wasn’t above anything, and that meant being a good Gege and giving his sweet girl some water when she returns home from her little escapade.

He drugged your water. Clearly. Just enough to knock you out for the day, light shit. He could have very well gotten you light headed, babbling and mushy brained- but where’s the fun in that?

“Gege’s home.. T’awww, my sleepy girl, yeah? Long day..?”

You woke up from your bout of drug induced unconsciousness, already fed up with him. You should have known it was too good to be true. A door unlocked? In this house? Really..? Fuck, you walked right into it with the lone glass of water you knew damn well wasn’t there when you left. But you were so thirsty and everything was suspiciously out of all their stock all of a sudden after just a couple customers or closed. Like.. everything. There would be customers buying things leisurely, yet the moment you strolled up to get something, they were out.

Yes, he did pay off (read; threaten) every shop runner to close down for the day, either that or refuse you service the moment they recognized you.

You didn’t respond to him taunting you, it seemed like every word you spoke up until now only fueled him and his fucked up head.

“Mute now, hm? I didn't drug you up that much.. I don’t think so, at least.” He trailed his hands down your back, rubbing up and down as if he were soothing you, but it only felt like a threat. Each stroke of his hand across your body had a purpose you couldn’t quite make out yet. A reminder of sorts.

“Been thinkin’ Pip. Real hard, so try and understand. If I were… to.. say- impair you, that would make you easier to manage, yeah?” That got a reaction out of you.

“Caleb, stop talking like that— isn’t this whole sick thing just to keep me ‘unharmed’” you rushed it out as if any second later would have gotten you killed. Maybe it would have. It was like a hostage situation and you had to talk him down before he got any funny ideas. “Well, calm down, I didn’t say I was going to. N’ I said I was thinking. Am I not allowed to think?”

Unfortunately for you, his ideas were about to get hilarious.

Saying no would imply you’re setting a boundary and he would get mad. Saying yes would imply he could think up whatever sick shit he wanted and you’d be on board and he would get trigger happy. You lost either way, so you said nothing.

–Which implied that you 100 percent wanted what he hadn’t even said out loud yet. Caleb logic.

He flipped a switch in a second and suddenly your chest is on the mattress and he has your wrists in a one handed grip. Combined with his weight pressing down onto you made it impossible to even imagine escaping.

He pressed even more weight on your body, leaving down until his chest met your back, his head coming to the side of your face, making sure you heard him loud and clear.

“That means i’ve gotta’ breed you ‘till you take. Then you can never leave. I'm gonna keep you here, and so will your body.”

As he says this his hands snake around and under your body, laying his forearm under your hips and pulling them up with him, giving him access to your shorts. His chest being to your back made the sense of foreboding that much more potent, you couldn’t read his face because you simply couldn’t see it.

His fingers unbutton your pants and slide them down “Gonna let me do this? ‘Gonna let Gege make you his? He’s doing this for you. For your own good..”

“Is gege scaring you? Hm?”

If you say no, he’s only going to up the ante. If you say yes, it’s going to go to his head and he’s gonna get trigger happy. So you just moan as he grinds into your panties.

That moan must mean this excites you. And it does. Not that you’d ever admit that to this sick fuck. But if you’re enjoying it to an extent— what does that make you? C’mon, he’s hot, you’ve known him 99% of your life, and you’ve had the hots for him since you were 16, it was just a crush back then. Just a crush.

For him it was so much more. It was an obsession in a ‘family’ shaped bottle, sure, he wanted to be a kind figure in your life– but he also wanted to be the only figure in your life. He didn’t want to be family, or friends, he wanted to be yours and that wasn't possible as long as he was who he was. At least without all the faux kind smiles and calm demeanor. He was always like this. The incident just gave him the perfect excuse to unleash it.

Each roll of his hips into yours just pushed you into arousal further and further, sue you- you liked it, big whoop.

Each time he touched you, it was like wrestling with Satan the way you tried to deny how much you wanted him- it’s just the way he goes about it that unsettled you. But you didn’t even know the half of it. You moaned when his fingers began to circle your clit, rubbing feather light like it was barely there only to press down, making your hips draw back into his.

The sounds of his huffs against your ear only heightened your pleasure, God- he sounded so fucking good, panting like a damn dog every time he laid a hand on you, hips rolling wildly. The texture of his clothed bulge against your bare pussy was a contrast as delicious as any.

He starts to suck on and kiss your neck, licking with no direction, just pure instinct. The need for him to leave some kind of mark on your was unbearable for him- he couldn't ignore an opportunity to boost his ego. “Fuck, pip- so sweet for me, so fuckin’ sweet..”

The filth and praise he whispered in your ear as his fingers swirled slowly was intoxicating. He was so fucking intoxicating.

“Gonna go faster, baby, faster. Gonna make you cum.” and he did. He went so much faster. His fingers jerked back and forth under you as his panting increased. You writhed as you sank your face further into the bed, only getting so far before he gripped your jaw and forced your head to the side. “Don't hide, you don’t hide from it. From me.” The squelching and obscene noises he was ripping from your soaked cunt was something you never thought possible, his fingers gliding along your wetness making sounds that filled up the room.

“That’s it baby, louder. Louder.” he goaded. Egging you to get louder and louder until even the cameras in the garage could pick it up. All so he could watch it back later.

The pressure building up inside of you was hard to ignore, and he knew it. Fingers going impossible faster as your pussy drooled onto the sheets under you, staining them for the near future. Knowing the sick fuck- he’d probably fold ‘em up and put it in a display case.

His panting turned into moans as he felt you dripping all over his fingers, they merged into incredulous laughs. “Shit, baby- gonna fuckin’ cum, hm? I know…” Your whines got higher and higher until the pressure snapped like a rope holding a truck. Liquid squirting out of your cunt like a waterfall, pooling in his hands and onto the sheets.

Caleb groaned as your juices warmed his hands, fingers rubbing into your slit lazily just to hear the sounds your pussy would make. She always made such delicious sounds.

The gloves of his uniform now covered in your slick and cum, he leans back to teeth them off. His chest no longer on your back as he sat up on his knees, yet his hips never left yours. “M’not done yet, Pip. not yet..”

Gloves tossed to the side, he shoves his coat aside to get to his heavy belt buckle. The tingle and clink of every movement just made you clench around nothing. Through the loop, and pull. ‘Clank!’ The belt fell. ‘Ziiiip.’ His fly was undone.

And suddenly his bare cock was resting on your back. Fuck– no matter how many times you saw it, it never got less daunting just how big it was. He gripped his cock by the tip, thumb pressing up against the head as he dragged it down your ass and to your waiting cunt. The way he rubbed it up and down, and up.. And down- Fuck.

He moaned and lolled his head to the side, as if getting every angle to his dick dipping between your folds just barely only to pull back, the strings of your last orgasm connecting you each time you pulled away. Caleb's hands came to grips your ass, spreading it to make way for his cock. Kneading and squeezing wherever he wanted. He gripped lower to your thighs, spreading them to see your pussy throbbing with need. You arched into his touch, desperate for anything.

He suddenly ceased all movement, his hands leaving you as he dragged you by the legs to the edge of the bed. “Shh, to the side– there you go, look to the side.”

It was you. In the mirror you’d forgotten was there, a tall wide mirror on the side of the bed. The scene it replicated was like drugs to Caleb. Fuck that deer in headlights look you had, the way his cock prodded against your cunt, the strings of cum dripping to the floor, the arch– all of it tightened his balls and now he was sure. He was going to breed you silly.

He pulls himself away from you, slowly getting to his knees, level with your slick pussy. He breathes in a huff of it, groaning when he releases the air. “Fuck.. best fuckin’ thing in the world, my sweet girl.”

Shoving is face into your pussy he licks a long line up it, tasting every inch of it. Caleb felt his cock twitch with each lick of your sweet pussy, already addicted to every little clench against his lips. He sucks your folds into his mouth, letting go with a sloppy pop before diving right back in, nodding his head up and down wildly into your cunt.

The way he looked in the mirror was too much, yet you couldn't look away. He looked so good on his knees feasting on you, lost in how you tasted. Your back arched even further into his face, pushing your hips back as he groaned behind you.

“All ‘f it baby, yeaaah.. All in my mouth..” he just kept talking into your pussy, mumbling sweet words into it like you weren't losing your mind as he latched onto you as if he were trying to suck something out of you.

And he was, he wanted it so badly. He wanted- needed– something to come out, more, more, more. Your juices dripped down his chin, down to his neck and into the collar of his uniform, it was so messy you had to turn away from the mirror to save face.

Everything was so mushed together in your head that you couldn't focus on anything but the slurps and sucks of his mouth as he licked and licked and licked. He finally leans back for a deep breath, giving you a moment of reprieve. But only for a second to palm his cock slowly, just staring at your pussy as it dripped and drooled. Lips wet and shiny as he heaved, the uniform rubbing against his heated skin with each stroke of his dick. Only four slow strokes before he simply dove back in, lips attaching to your clit, thumb pushing into your hole. He tightened his hand around his cock with a moan as you pushed your face into the bed. You fisted the sheets, your leg lifting as he shook his head back and forth, the obscene sounds filling the room. Your eyes almost rolled into the back of your head each time his thumb sped up to match the rhythm of his tongue.

The tension inside you was coiling and curling with the heat in your belly, winding tighter and tighter with each suck of your lips. The sounds of his hand going faster and faster up and down his cock as he ate you out was hypnotizing. You don't even recall when he stopped, edging himself just before he came, focusing completely on your pussy.

Both his hands came to your ass, gripping enough to leave bruises as he opened his mouth wide and fucking sucked. Your voice wavered and shook with each moan, your thighs trembling. You pulled your hips away from his mouth trying to get some reprieve, but he only slid his hands to your thighs, pulling you even harder into his face, sucking deeper, shaking his head, his arms snaking around your thighs, locking you to his face.

You looked into the mirror and had to look away immediately after. The sight of his face pulled flush against your ass, head moving wildly, body tensed with pleasure. The coil pulled tighter the moment his tongue began to thrust in and out of you. It snapped the moment he moaned directly into your ruined cunt, your cum flooding his mouth as he drank it down like it was the first sight of water he’s seen in weeks.

He unlocked you from his face and held your lower thigh as he licked up everything lazily, jaw moving smoothly between your thighs, the sigh of it in the mirror was fucking beautiful.

He finally pulls away slowly, a thick string of saliva stretching as he backs away and breathes in deeply, catching his breath. Caleb slowly stood, stroking himself slowly as he laid a hand on your back. “Remember why were here, pip. Fuck, you’re so pretty. Gonna breed you, baby..”

His slow praise was all that clouded your mind as he lined himself up with your wrecked cunt and pushed in, inch by inch as he stretched you, filling you up as you clenched. “So fuckin’ tight, my tight girl..” he moaned as he lifted his knee onto the bed, looking into the mirror on the side watching your scrunched face, bitten lips and arched back. Caleb leaned forward, pushing himself inside you deeper. He buried his cock into you to the base, his balls snugly against your cunt. Not even giving you a second to breathe, he immediately began to slam his dick into and out, thrusting roughly into you.

He reaches his hand to your hair and grips, pulling your hair, forcing you up to your hands. “Thought..-fuck..! Thought i forgot all about today, hm?” He laughs between moans as he tightens his grip on you. “I’ll never for-hah..forget. As long as I have the footage.. Of this.”

Of course someone like Caleb had cameras, even in the bedrooms. You expected nothing less. “Say yer’ fuckin’ sorry, pip. Fuck.. Say it.” You can only whine in response as he fucks you, hips thrusting so roughly your whole body shakes.

“Say it- fuckin’ say it. I’ll fucking show everyone how much- hah.. Shit- how much ‘a slut you are.” Of course he wouldn't actually show anybody what was his. As much as he loved the idea of showing his subordinates exactly what they could never have– you were for his eye only, especially when he’s got you like this. Then, you started clenching like a whore when he threatened to show everyone.

He leaned forward to taunt filth into your ear, calling you all sorts of names for sarong to clench after that, what a slut, right? His pounding became more and more relentless, messy, and deep. The way you reached back and gripped onto his starched and pristine ironed uniform, pulling him closer.. It drove him crazy– you drove him crazy. All the more reason to never let you leave.

He sucked marks and bruises into your neck, kissing your cheek before turning your face to his, shoving his mouth onto yours. He moaned into your mouth as you whined into his.

He broke away from you and spaced his knees further and forced you into a mean arch. “Almost done, baby- almost..” he breathed into your neck. He gave a slight pause before he was pounding into your slick cunt over and over again, his hands digging into the soft of your hips, never daring to let go. Caleb's noises overpowered yours, so vocal and unabashed in how good you made him feel, so good he couldn’t seem to shut up.

He felt his balls begging to be emptied, begging to fill you up– he was insatiable. And so were you. You kept fucking your hips back into his, never letting his leave yours for too long. Due to him having never taken his uniform off, Tech and all– Suddenly his radio roared to life in his ear. Ah, now he remembers, he came here on break, he’s still on the clock. Despite this his thrusting never stopped, only slowing to just slick sounds instead of the pounding that took over the room. He tapped his ear to pick up. “State your business.”

You’d never be able to tell he’s fucking the life out of someone with how steady his voice was. The slow place he was going did nothing to lessen the heat in your belly, only churning it more. Your low whines made it to Caleb’s ears only a second before he lifted your head and shoved his hand against your mouth, giving you a particularly hard thrust that made you come undone unexpectedly. He knew, but he paid it no mind, keeping his slow pace all while the Fleet personnel droned on in his ear piece. “I see, and you’ve done as i told you? Every single file?”

The overstimulation was slowly creeping up on you, eye getting glossy, drooling into his hand as it gripped your face. All your senses are full of him.

In the haze of your mind you couldn't really hear anything, just the slick sounds of how he lazily dragged his cock and in out of you. His thrusts sped up, his voice becoming a little more strained. “Meet at 0700, all Fleet Personnel under my command– will be in attendance, we’ll talk then.” There was a noticeable pause when he spoke, but if the man on the other end wished to keep his life, he’d shut up about it. And he did.

“Looks like I've gotta speed this up, Pip. Duty calls.” He braced one knee on the bed, one foot on the floor, angling himself into you. He could feel himself getting closer to cumming just from repositioning. He pulled his aching cock out of you, rubbing the weeping tip onto your cunt before slipping right back inside.

You both moaned at that. You both fit so perfectly– so deliciously with one another, he could only wonder why he hadn't locked you up sooner. He began his pace, hips snapping with quickness against yours, giving neither of you reprieve. If you were overstimulated before, it was worse– or better now. He kept hitting that spot that made you see stars and forget where you were. Thinking only ‘Caleb, Caleb, Caleb’ as if you were under a spell.

Ropes of stray arousal spouted from his dick with each thrust. “Fuck, fuck f- oh.. Pip, y’so fuckin’ perfect for me. Taking my dick so perfectly..” You could only moan, no words coming to mind, only his name. You’d never felt so full.

He rolled his hips harder, impossibly harder. Again, and again, and again– you reached your hands back and began pushing his hips away. Well, trying. “You can take it, pip. I know you can..-fuck.. You can.”

Could you really? You felt like you were getting split in half and swallowed. You had walked into the jaws of a beast, and how had you only just now realized that? His hips began to stutter and stall, his dick twitching inside of you as he threw his head back with a loud groan that seemed to shake the house. “Gonna..fuckin’ cum, baby… almost– almost, ah…ah fuck.” His voice took on a whiny quality as he began to tense up. His moans spilled through bitten lips, and a raw throat. Fuck, he was gonna fill you up. “Ready? Yeah, all ready for Gege.. fuck- gonna fill you up..”

He began panting, his voice cracking and going off kilter. His balls tightening with each thrust before the dam finally broke. His semen rushing out of his spent cock, filling your needy cunt.

His thrusts never stopped, riding out his orgasm and pulling one more from you. He was overstimulating both you and himself, unable to stop himself, unwilling to part from you. His broken whines filled the room, pushing his face into your neck once more, breathing you in. The feeling of his cum sitting deep into your womb was dizzying, leaving your brain mushed. Caleb wasn't faring much better– but, alas– he has a job to do, like, right now.

He slowly slides himself out of you, making a milky stream of his seed spill from your puffy cunt. He groaned deeply at the sight. “That should do it, yeah?” He chuckled as he caught his breath, straightening his uniform.

Something must have rang in his ear, because he tapped at it once and his eye hardened for a sec before it was gone. His eyes slid back over to you as he zipped himself back up, smiling as if nothing had happened. “I’ll see if it takes when I get back. I hope you learned something today, Pipsqueak.”

Although his voice took on a light hearted tone, there was something under it that promised worse if he found you to disagree. He rolled you onto your back, your body feeling as heavy as bricks, yet your limbs like jello. You don’t remember him leaving to grab moist towelettes, but he came back to wipe you done a while ago and took a step back to look you over with what most would say was a soft look. It just seemed smug.

“But, we both know when it comes to you.. Lessons are hardly learned in one sitting.” Basically, Caleb's way of saying; ‘I hope you’re not stupid enough to try and escape again.’ And, you were not.

After a staredown where he went blank for a moment, he clapped suddenly and turned on his heel towards the door, unlocking and opening it. “Gege wont be long, so just lay there.” Was all he said before he was ‘gone’. To Duty. blood and grime, coverups and sinister deals. To the Fleet. Yet his eyes were still on you, cameras, listening devices, alarms all littered by the handful around the room. So, you laid there, and you waited.

Because now? You knew better than to disobey.

[cloudedcreams]

[nsfw] thinking of an obsessive! ex with a darling who lets him hit one more time.

he presses a kiss against your lips, pushing his tongue inside as his hands wrap themselves around your waist. you can hear his muffled groans spilling into your lips as he passionately grinds himself against you, and when he pulls back the both of you are breathless, and it takes him only a moment before he lunges forward to place marks against your neck.

“y-your pussy’s fucking… perfect…” he trails off, desire leaking from his tone as he thrusts himself into you. though he can barely stop himself from seeing ecstasy he’s managing the strength to try and look you in the eyes, to scan your face over as he moans and to let the sight arouse him further.

“t-tell me that you love me. i-i wanna hear you say it, nghh, call out my fucking name and l-let me hear you lie to me.” he’s begging. his voice is shaking and he can barely force his words out but you can make out tears in his eyes as he pleads, both desperate and shameless.

and you don’t love him. you can barely find it in yourself to lie to him, to push his delusions and to think about later. to lie to him would only entangle yourself further in his mind, but it’s all he wants you to do.

he slows down, his cock throbbing inside you as he does. and he leans in towards you, his lips shaking as he presses them against your ear, to place a kiss upon them and whisper.

“i-i won’t go any faster if you don’t tell me, baby. lie to me. e-even if it’s not true, even though you hate me. lie to me because you know it feels good.” he’s saying.

he wants you to tell him you missed him, to tell him you’re glad you remembered the little things, to tell him you’re so fucking glad he’s still obsessed with you, because he knows that you’ll plague his thoughts until he dies.