#cw restraints

[tabletimed]

protect as many as you can.

lose the arm; save the body.

lose the leg; save the life.

cure the sire; save the fledgelings.

break your oath; save the town.

[rawme-price]

Dragon!reader who is so obsessed with nikolais chain...

It's been years since you've seen proper gold like that, your inner instincts recognizing it instantly. Sure, you're far from the age of a proper hoarding dragon, but with the way niks chain glints in the sunlight he just might start you early.

Of course nik notices your little obsession, how your pupils blow wide and you lose focus if he so much as adjusts the chain. It's an adorable expression.

Just like nik thought, you look just as cute sprawled out on your back with nik thrusting between your legs. Rumbling pliantly for him, too focused on his chain swinging above you with every thrust. When he brings out the gold-plated cuffs and restrains? You don't even think to panic around the delighted mate is helping my hoard!

Next, nik promises you a gold collar for his pet.

[atlas-hope]

nikola's fault for kidnapping london's most pedantic man

[twentytomidnight]

roy harper loves wearing a leash

Roy Harper/Reader, 648 words

a/n: uhhhhhh this is another indulgence for me

cw: smut/18+ ONLY, sub!roy, dom!reader, Roy gets stepped on + wears a leash, riding Roy, ambiguous genitalia, gn!reader

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...And you're the only one who gets to know. Roy Harper/Reader (18+)

You know what he likes. You know that when it comes down to likes—the best place that he enjoys being is on his knees. And the only thing that completes this experience is one thing. That would be the feel of that comfortable leather that takes presence in tight wrench around the hollow of his throat.

The one that’s connected to the leash that you hold languidly in your hand—after all, you don’t expect any resistance. Not from your dearest apostle who takes worship on his knees, eyes glassy and framed by tousled hair.

“You like where you are, Roy?” You ask with soft, coquettish tone. You make tentative tug to assess the resistance he gives; the leash pulls taut, pulling straight against the thick column of his throat.

You allow yourself privilege to look at the strain of his neck muscles as he makes good posture for you, back straight, bulge tenting widely in his pants.

“Of course I do.” He husks, his voice crushed velvet as he looks up to you with idolizing visual cant. The way his hands settle on the meat of his thighs, at rest, bearing no resistance.

You smile. “Good. Then you’ll like this more.”

And without any hesitation, you let your foot ascend through the air, before pressing the arch of your toes into the divot of his chest: right where his heart beats in increased uptick at the contact that you grace him with.

Roy relies on the exertion of clenched muscles, the ability to descend to the awaiting ground below him as you continue to encourage him down to where he belongs.

Down to where he gladly glows, the glimmer of obeisance glowing brightly in his eyes as he watches you in his journey downward.

It’s not until he finally settles on the ground with a grunt of air, arms flexed in steep coil, abdomen flat and taut, that he allows a low grunt to escape him. And then you permit your foot to settle on him in flat manner, your smile growing in delighted means.

“Do you like this more?” You ask, maintaining light tone and mischievous arc of gaze down to him.

For emphasis, you allow your foot to assume more pressure on the plateau of his chest—there’s no mistaking the lustful groan that snakes through gritted teeth. Through the set jaw that displays almost-boozy grin.

“I sure do,” Roy replies in lazy contentment, exactly where he wants to be. “I could use a little more weight, though.”

“Oh?” You ask, allowing your brow to arch at his impertinence. Asking for more than you’re given him privilege of at the moment. “And how do you ask?”

His exhortation comes without hesitation, much as you watch the bulge grow in definition between his legs, desperate with need.

“Please,” He asks in dutiful prayer, “Step on me.”

“Why?” You ask, letting your teeth finally show in display.

“Because,” Roy elaborates without hesitation, “I need to feel you on me.”

Another elapsing of second as you wait for him to suggest further explanation—it comes without pause. “And because I want to feel you riding me.”

“Sure you can handle it?” You tease, working the heel of your foot into him. The noise that he makes is more subdued but no less punched-out, no less tight with desire.

“Always,” He swears to you, “I don’t want anything else.”

“Alright.” You grin, finally acquiescing to his wishes. “I’ll take good care of you, Roy.”

“You always do,” He says—it’s the only thing that he says until you’re riding him, your thighs pinned against himself to keep the proper rhythm as you sink up and down his cock.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” Roy manages through his set jaw, eyelashes fluttering around that pretty, glassy-eyed look he gives you.

All you do is smile—and give Roy Harper what he needs.

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[whump-in-the-closet]

Ummm something with the team finally finding whumpee and untying them.

Whumpee repeating "I didn't break, I swear I didn't, I didn't tell them anything, I didn't," while sobbing.

It's true, whumpee didn't tell them anything, but all that caretaker cares about now is trying to calm whumpee down before they bleed out even more.

A Messy Rescue

whumpee slumped over until caretaker grabs their face, desperate to see if they're still conscious

wide eyes and split lip-- a flash of recognition-- and before caretaker can assure them that its all going to be okay, whumpee panics

"I didn't say anything, I didn't, please you have to--" their sentences fragment as they gasp for air. "You have to believe me!"

At first, the team is horrified that this is whumpee's recognition. They feel sick. One teammate turns away, unable to stand it. Unable to watch. It's wrong.

Caretaker snaps out of it first. "Help me cut them down!" Then, they notice whumpee's blood drenching through their once-white shirt

As the team works to free whumpee's wrists from the shackles, Caretaker frantically tries to assess the damage. But whumpee keeps thrashing, jerking out of reach and flinching at their touch.

Alternating between, "I didn't say anything!" and "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry- please don't-- please don't hurt me!"

The teammates all have these grim expressions, mouths in a thin line

A fluttering horror is embedded in caretaker's chest-- this is so much worse than they could have imagined

Even better if Leader, with real pain in their voice, says "We have to keep them quiet."

Caretaker pulls away for a second, hands half-full of bandages. "What're you saying?"

Leader breaks through the last bit of metal and whumpee slumps to the floor, shivering uncontrollably. Caretaker places one hand protectively on their back, rubbing up and down. They don't stop crying. Leader looks away. "Gag them. Or get them to shut up. We don't need them giving away our position to Whumper"

Carrying a gagged and sobbing whumpee out of the building, caretaker can't look them in the eyes. They keep whispering how sorry they are, but they have no idea if whumpee can even hear them or cares. It feels like betrayal, but they can only hope it was worth it.

"We'll get you better, I promise."

[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

How about one where Mc ties up Pierrot to play with him? He expresses that he can break out of restraints easy peasy and Mc tells him that they know that, and they also know that he won't because he's a Good Boy that does what he's told and stays where he's put, then he has to use all his might to stay still while Mc touches him because they're right, he *is* a good boy and he won't break out even if it feels really really good!

This is cute and accurate to him 🖤🤍

He’s a sweet handsome guy…

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Pierott

Cw: teasing, delayed gratification, slight bullying (playfully), restraints

You’d gotten silk ropes, you didn’t need

anything strong, but you didn’t want to use anything too rough on Pierott. He didn’t seem to like anything too rough either, you’re sure they’d work well.

Pierott was tied to your bed with the fragile silk, he already looks flustered, hard and trembling as he waits for you to finish tying him. He’d gotten hard before you were even done undressing him, not that you’re really gonna judge him.

“My Dear? Why bother these…are very fragile, if I tug once I’m free.” He says, looking at the silk, he looks tempted to break free but doesn’t. “I would hate to damage these, they look valuable.”

With a soft laugh you say. “You think everything I own is valuable. But the silk will do its job, I know you won’t break out, even if you really want to.” You say leaning over to gently kiss him. “You’ll be good, won’t you? You’re my good boy aren’t you?”

You say, he whines softly, blushing as he nods. “Yes…I-i will be good, for you My Dear.” He said, looking lovesick just from the praise. “I’ll do whatever you want, I’ll do anything to make you happy, I-“

He gasp in surprise as you wrap a hand around his cock, giving it a stroke as you got comfortable between his legs. His hips tremble as your thumb rubs the tip of his cock. He moans loudly, his legs closing around you as soon as you squeeze him.

“N-not so fast please!” He whines, his hips bucking a bit. You hadn’t been going fast, you chuckle and stroke him only marginally faster. He whimpers, blushing looking down at you. “My Dear p-please…”

He’d already told you, you are his first, but you hadn’t…expected his sensitivity. You smile to him and wiggle enough free to lean down, you give the tip of his cock a lick. He jolts, hips trembling as he tries to avoid bucking into your face. You chuckle, looking up you can see he’s digging his claws into the headboard of the bed where he can reach with the restraints on.

“Good boy, you haven’t gotten kiss yet. Here’s a small reward…” You say, holding his cock still, you looked up to him and lean down, kissing the tip of his cock. You can see him fighting the urge to grab touch you. You feel his cock give a few heavy throbs, you could feel his cock trying to cum. You squeeze the base harshly, making him yelp as you prevent him from being able to cum on your face.

“That’s far too fast, don’t you think?” You say, teasing him by rubbing the tip against your lips, your hot breath ghosting over it. Pierott never took his eyes off you, his eyes were dilated, those hearts you always look forwards to are what you see when you lock eyes with him again. “You’re in no hurry to finish are you?”

You say, looking up to him with a pout. “It would be disappointing to finish this so fast, right?” You say, though you wouldn’t actually be disappointed, you just wanted to tease him.

Pierott seemed to freeze for several seconds as he processed your words, he shook his head, quickly saying. “I’m in no hurry, t-take your time!”

You smile to him, and resume stroking his cock. He groans, squirming as you resumed what felt like a leisurely pace, though you could tell by him trembling under you, might be a bit to fast. His breathing gets louder as he claws more insistently at the bed frame, you can see him tensing as he struggled to hold back.

You gently rub the glans before licking them, Pierott let out a high pitched whimper, his thighs trembling around you, you can feel his arousal throbbing again, and again with a squeeze you prevent him from releasing. This time though, he bellowed, growling in frustration as his calls dig into whatever he could grip.

You keep the tight grip on the base of his cock as you licked away at the pre forming on the tip of his cock. He let out a defeated whimper as he’s left teetering on the edge. You catch him eyeing the restrains before he let a pathetic mewl.

You hadn’t had enough, taking the tip of his cock into your moth you began sucking on it, Pierott cried out, seemingly hitting his breaking point.

“M-my Dear! Please! I can’t-it hurts! Please just let..” He whimpers, looking to you with tears prickling the corners of his eyes. You don’t reply, continuing for a few more moments until you notice him crying in frustration.

You release the base of his cock, but keep it in your mouth, bobbing your head, you use your free hand to lightly place pressure on his hip to let him know not to thrust. Though his hips twitched every few sucks, he obeyed the silent command even as he tipped over the edge.

“P-please let me touch you, hold you, something while I..!” He panted looking to you hopefully. You subtly nodded, but he caught on immediately, he quickly pulled himself free from the silk, his one hand grabbing and squeezing your free hand, right as he started cumming down your throat. “A-ah! T-thank you D-Dear!”

He sighed out, his other hand resting on your shoulder as he watches you. Before he’s even fully spent he pulls you off his cock, wrapping his arms around you he whines out a bunch of jumbled ‘thank you’s.

He pulled you into a kiss, hugging you tightly. “P-please can we do that…again?” He asked, looking up to you hopefully. “But can I touch you next time. Please?”

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[the-grimm-black]

MDNI 18+ CW: sloppy writing, ghoap x gn!reader, pet play, being called puppy, hand on throat (no choking), biting and marking, mild edging, restraints (hands on wrist), and double penetration (you decide what that entails).

Nobody look at me. I blacked out in the bathtub and this was written in my phone.

1.3K AO3

I dream about older retired!Soap and Ghost being together and deciding to open things up both romantically and sexually. But they decide that they should maybe try out a more casual threesome first.

So they head out for a little holiday somewhere warm to the south, Spain or maybe Italy. Quickly they find that they're both attracting other people while the other isn't present. Simon goes to the bathroom at dinner and when their waiter comes he flirts with Johnny like crazy and then his face goes white when Ghost comes back. The next night they go to a bar and Soap goes to grab them some drinks and when he comes back he finds two girls both fawning at Ghost, the braver of the two draped on his arm.

After going back to the house and getting into bed they decide that now's as good a time as any. There seems to be no shortage of interested parties in the greying pair. Why not find someone cute to take back to their rental for some fun.

Soap does some sleuthing online and finds a bar in the area that have kink meet ups on the weekends. While Simon is cautious of the idea he admits the two of them play around with enough things that he considers them fairly experienced.

Saturday night rolls along which is where they find you. Dressed bravely in a revealing outfit and heavy jewelry. Your ex had been so narrow minded and boring about sex, it had not been a good mesh at all. It got to the point where you had stopped having sex to reduce the shame. They had always embarrassed you for how much you loved it. Going deep into subspace and enjoying yourself.

You'd done your research and met up with this new club you had overheard about in the grocery store. It was a club that did kink and sex education for adults. You had joined now about six or seven times but it was always in a much more... casual setting like the coffee shop or the park. Half of the meetings were in the damn library basement.

But some of the members mentioned they liked this specific bar a lot. And on the last Saturday of the month they had a kink night. Now freshly single and hoping to at least make some friends and possibly get a fun hook up into your system you went all out.

And that's where Johnny and Simon spotted you, after talking to a few members of the scene and a drink in their system they felt confident enough to chat some folks up.

And when they saw you all strapped up in leather with a pair of puppy ears and dog collar with tags. Their jaws drop and it takes a single look before they approach you.

Your face burns from the attention but you happy let them buy you a drink and flirt. Finding out their together helps your confidence.

They're looking for fun.

And you're looking for fun.

They had a calm and playful air between them and you felt like this was the perfect chance for a good night.

They spend their time on your first, ordering some fries and onion rings. Flirting and laying it on thick. Johnny can't help but tell you a few military stories. Enjoying how your eyes go wide and then you look at Simon for confirmation.

The fireworks start before you even leave the bar. Johnny leans over and whispers into your ear "Now am I guessin' right ya want to be called something special in the bedroom?"

Reluctantly you nod yes and beckon Simon to lean over. Both muscular men crowding around you as you whisper "puppy" in their ears.

They order you water and get you covered up to leave. Soap drives the rental car and you sit in the back with Simon. Handing him your leash from your bag, he snaps it on and smirks wickedly when he sees the engraved 'Puppy' on your tags. He fingers them for a few moments, whispering filth into your ear. You see Johnny's blue eyes flicker to the back seat occasionally, watching as his partner begins taking your coat back off. Thick rough fingers drag over and explore your body. You can't help but pant into his neck, squirming in your seat.

It's nearly pitch black out as you led the blonde lead you out of the car. blood rushing to your belly and stoking a fire in between your legs. Johnny holds your hands as he pulls the keys from his pocket. It's silent out as the make the quick walk from the car to the front door in your skimpy outfit.

They have you in the bedroom within seconds of getting into the house. Johnny already kissing every piece of visible skin he can find as Simon gently asks you your boundaries. You encourage the roughness and teasing and give them your limits.

The care is nothing like you'd ever had before and nearly brings you to tears as you nod eagerly.

The Scot immediately drops to his knees to tease you. Mouth all over you from belly button to knees. Licking and nibbling gently. Giving you matching hickies on both hips.

Simon kisses you as Soap nearly brings you to your peak. Teasing you as you cry into his partner's mouth. The bliss is intense, more than your ex could ever amount to. You quickly slip into subspace, whining and panting as Simon still firmly holds your lead.

Within ten minutes you are sobbing on his tongue begging for more. And you are quickly manhandled and posed on the bed. First pounded into by Johnny within an inch of your life. Being called a "Good little puppy" for taking his cock sends your brain into orbit. Simon held you still hand over your neck and petting your forehead as Johnny came.

Simon was next and tossed you on your back. Pushing your knees nearly to your chest as he fucked you. Your hands flailed around so much that Soap had to pin them down, cooing encouragement to you.

Ghost's massive hand cupped your face as you took him. You opened your mouth and was quickly rewarded with his thumb. And you could help but bite down when you both came.

Afterwards you knew you needed more. Nervously you suggested a break and then some more playtime. There was a round of water and a few sour candies eaten before you begged for both of them.

"Puppy wants to take us both eh?" Simon confirms and a low chuckle forms when he sees you look so excited about it.

The Scot beckons you over to him and you can't help but scurry over to him. He throws his head back moaning as you lower yourself down onto his throbbing cock. Strong arms tuck your back against his hairy chest until you are staring at he ceiling.

You whine and squeal into Simon's mouth as he enters you, the fullness making you see starts. Knees up to your chest as Johnny tugs on your leash.

"Fucking hell pet your perfec'. Look at 'ow well ya take us both." The Brit rumbles enjoying how you thrash around in their grip.

Soap's mouth is sucking and biting at your neck, you already know you're going to need to call in on Monday. There's no way you can go in with this many hickies.

Hands hold you down as you beg "please" over and over again, not even knowing what you're asking for.

Until the most massive orgasm you'd ever had hits you like a semi-truck. Nearly blacking out as your body shook, you couldn't let but cry out and scream so loudly that you know that someone heard you out there.

By the time they cum and you're all finished it's the wee hours of the morning. Half asleep you're cleaned up and tucked into bed between them.

Once you're snoring Johnny and Simon share a knowing look. This was supposed to be a hook up... Casual like.

But there's no fucking way their going to forget about you... Maybe they could extend their vacation for a little while.

[scorn-skellies]

✧ day VII - target ✧

you got spoiled with sweet dress-up killermare, so now you get a big bad boss and his pathetic dog. i was running on fumes when I drew this,, my deepest apologies,,,

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