cw: (severe) daddy kink, kind of unhealthy dynamic
Nikolai who’s toxic trait is fucking you prone whenever you’re arguing
He’s a terrible man.
Every time you get upset with him, he treats you like a child throwing a tantrum. Manhandles you into his arms like you’re a fussy little alley cat who doesn’t know he’s just trying to help.
“You might not know what you need, moya milaya, but I do. Papochka knows what you need.”
He pins your arms behind your back so you’re laying prone, and wrenches your bottoms down to see your weeping cunt— he’s conditioned you to get this way whenever he lays his hands on you.
“Oh, radnaja. My sweet, beautiful girl. You didn’t tell papa that you were crying.”
He thumbs your folds as he coos at you pityingly, seeing your hole clench up right as he presses.
“Sensitive little thing. Making all that fuss just because your little princess parts need some attention? Needing some love— right from papochka’s cock. Not just here,” he moves his hand to palm at your stomach. “My sweet girl needs kisses in here, hm? Where only papa can reach.”
He doesn’t prep you— not besides petting your clit with the head of his cock until your slick is dripping all over him like the syrup from a too-ripe fig. Not until his favorite little rose bud is out from under her hood, sticky, swollen, aching, and glazed his pearly precum.
He puts his whole weight on your body and into his thrusts, thick and domineering until you can scarcely remember the feeling of anything else. At times like these, he makes you take the whole thing, he wants you out of breath and fucking delirious from taking dick. It’s slow, deliberate, and deep— thrusts so hard they shift your entire body.
You’re drooling on the bedsheets and whining incoherently by the time he even thinks of trying to cum.
“You’re tired. You want papochka to put you to bed, kotonek? Nothing gets you to sleep quite like a little treat. Something to nurse on while you’re dreaming. Kittens like cream, no?”
You clench weakly around his cock, cumming for the third or fourth time with a silent cry, as he nestles himself as deep as he can, spurting cum like he’s getting paid for it.
“You feel it— what was that term John used… ah— you can feel it in your baby room, can’t you? Papochka’s giving you a present to hold onto.”
You might answer yes, if you were still familiar with the concept of human speech.
Omegaverse but instead of like collars or bites it’s anklets. Custom-made anklets that make sweet tinkling sounds?? and they r like an (admittedly outdated but still widely practiced) belief that an omega with anklets = very well loved omega because it means their mates like hearing them and just knowing where they r simply by the sound….
honest to god dry humping is so hot. bending a girl over against a wall with my hands at their hips and slamming into their ass, fully clothed. the only stimulation that's there is the feeling of me rutting against them, my jeans dragging against their skirt. but they're moaning like they really do have a strap in them, like we're naked and im inside them, and it's just from the motion of me fucking them. from the thought of it. i try to unbuckle my pants and flip open their skirt but they reach their hands back to keep me there, fully clothed, just humping them because it feels too good and if i stop for just a single moment they'll start crying from it being missing.
girls will be like “i need this” & it’s the deep passionate love of a vampire to consume them body & soul leaving them limp in their arms while the vampire tells them they were good
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