I like the idea of being punished for having boundaries.
Like I say you can't call me a bitch. So you slowly get me used to being called it. And then you punish me for initially telling you to not call me it
Or I say don't grope me cause boobs are sore cause I'm on my period. Or don't fuck me cause period. And you listen. But punish me later cause how dare I keep Daddy away from what he owns
so basically what i was thinking was- FRANK MORRISON PLEAZE💖💖💖🥺
A/n: this is based on the idea of Danny cucking himself from this set of headcanons! Wish I could say this hadn’t plagued my mind until I just had to write it and could not stop writing it until its done. sorry for any spelling errors
Tags: Canon-typical violence, Danny gets cucked by Frank, blood, violence, knife-play but its actually just him threatening you with a knife, use of ‘puppy, dog, mutt’ etc.
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You had thought you had done the right thing, you had listened to everything Danny asked of you. You sucked his cock when he asked, screamed when he sliced his knife through untouched skin, cried so prettily when he fucked you with no relief. You had been good, all things considered. So what was even happening. Why was this happening?
His teeth were biting hard at your lips and throat. The leader of Legion was determined to leave his mark on you before your time with him was up. Blood coated his lips and teeth from where you had bitten him. He liked that you fought back.
Danny sat in the corner of the Saloon at Dead Dawg, stroking his cock with languid strokes, head thrown back but eyes watching you through his mask. He knew you were scared, with tears running hot down the sides of your cheeks.
“Fuck, just like that…” Frank groaned into your mouth, hips rolling into yours too fast for your liking. His cock sat heavy against your cervix, thick and grinding against spots that just felt too good, had you clenching around him and whining lowly between your teeth.
His knife bit into the skin of your throat, hot blood dribbled down to the back of your neck, pooling. The other hand held your wrists together above your head.
His hips didnt stop but neither did yours. It was one of the reasons why Danny loved you, despite crying and telling him to stop, your body always told the truth. It would never lie to him, even as frank drew circles over your skin with the point of the knife.
“You’d look so pretty with some ink… what’dya say,? I say you get my name over your throat just here.” He dropped the knife, scooping up some drying blood from the scab over your throat and starting on the F.
“Don't forget the rules, Frank.”
He rolled his eyes, picking up his thrusts. It looked like he had an idea, with that evil grin on his face.
“Open your mouth.” he spat.
You shook your head. He pressed the knife down with more force, a scream erupting from your throat. You watched him gather the saliva in his mouth before his bloody, bandaged hand wrenched your jaw open with enough force to knock the back of your head into the floorboards, pulling your mouth apart with a grunt.
And then his saliva hit the back of your throat, overwhelming and choking you. It was hot and virile and tasted of blood and tobacco. His hand forced your jaw shut.
“Now swallow, mutt.” You nodded, grimacing as you forced yourself to swallow.
You felt his cock twitch, his eyebrows furrowing, “that’s a good dog you’ve got here.” He tapped your cheek once. You showed him your tongue, proof you had swallowed it all. He chuckled, returning his hand back to your wrists. You hadn't even thought of fighting back, not after the first moment of his knife to your throat.
He paused, moving his hips in different directions, searching. He watches as your eyes widened with a smirk.
“Stop it, please.” You could barely utter the words. Fingers flexing and clenching in his grip.
His hands move down, holding you in place and oh god, it's good, it's good and it's hot and wet and his cockl brushes against something that has you biting your lip so hard there's blood to keep any noise in, to stop him from knowing how much you enjoy this but he already knows.
A bandaged hand trails down, brushing over your hip bones and down to where you’re connected and he’s circling your clit with rough fingers. It’s impossible to keep your noises in at this point, not while he’s angling his hips to hit that special spot that has you seeing stars.
“Atta’girl…”
His body sighs, hes pressing down until your chests rest flush together, sensitive nipples brushing against the the leather of his jacket and sending a hot flush down, down and you're pushing up at him but you can’t, not as he hoists your legs up unto his shoulders, pressing you into the floorboards.
The position has his cock sliding even deeper and you can feel him in your gut as he forces your back to arch.
His mouth is next to your ear, heavily breathing as he fucks up into you like his life depends on it.
Everything he’s doing to you starts to become too much. The rough pads of his fingers on your clit, his thick cock spreading you open. The blood and aches from his knife actually started to feel good. He wouldn’t last much longer, not as he quickened his pace, opting to chase his own pleasure instead of torture you with your own.
As you felt your peak hit, he leaned in close, “Fuck... I’m coming inside.”
You bristled, “No.” You shook your head.
He looked at you with a lazy grin, “You’ll take it like a good dog.”
“Maybe the Entity’ll let you keep it, bitch.”
With that, you felt yourself letting go, cumming around his cock as he bred you like the good dog you were, hands in his hair and thighs hugging his head.
Before you could even bask in the afterglow, Danny was above you, kicking Frank out the way. His head was tilted, silent. Danny liked to tease, to taunt. When he was silent, he was angry.
“That was against the rules, Frank. Maybe you’re the dog, with the way you’re acting like a fucking bitch in heat.” His boot was pressed to Frank’s chest, tossing his knife around in his hand and catching it deftly, showing off his skill.
“I was so kind, sharing my puppy with you, and look what you’ve done... you’ve defiled her.”
Frank spat out nothing but blood after the kick that Danny sent directly into his nose.
There was a pause, and Frank laughed as the fog rolled in. “Looks like I win this time, Danny.” And he was gone, pulled away to a trial.
Danny rolled his eyes with a “tch.” Then he looked down at you, defiled and confused.
“Are you okay?” It was an odd question to come from him, but one you decided to answer.
You nodded a yes, pausing after to watch his reaction.
It was like a switch was flipped and he was back to his usual, bastard self.
“Is my poor puppy hurt?” He asked with a pout, an almost mournful look on his face. You knew better than to trust it. “Did the mean ol’ Legion guy hurt you?” He tilted his head.
You nodded again, the stress of the experience finally hitting you, knowing it was over and you were back with Danny. Hot tears dribbled over your cheeks, you reached your arms out to him, hopeful.
He knelt down to you, enveloping you in his arms, letting your tears and snot soak his overcoat. He would show you this one kindness. You had been so good.
If I made you choose. spend the night in a gloryhole getting endless anonymous creampies, or get passed around by a bachelor party like a cheap fucktoy. which one turns you into a bigger shaking slut, and why?
Passed around like a fucktoy cus I like being desired so much that men can’t control themselves
