For the Valentines Ask Game: How would Danny Johnson force a very overworked bitch to forget all about work? NSFW would be much appreciated. For a CIS-lady, if that becomes of relevance. I'll be at work as per usual so no need to hurry with this one. I hope you have an awesome Valentine's day, and a fine weekend following it too! You are truly doing God's Work with these. Love ya Bexxx
Oh my GOD! YES! Hi Furball! I was hoping you would submit something and fuck me did I miss Danny! I hope you like this, I went kinda off, a good 1K all for you! I am really happy with this, it feels totally him and I wish I could have this kinda treatment, I hope you agree with his methods! I like this so much I might add onto it eventually, make it longer, who knows!
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Rating. Explicit. Length. 1.2K. Danny Johnson X CIS Female Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Stalking. Obsession. Breaking And Entering. Restraints. Man Handling. Mask Kink. Sex Toy Use. Forced Orgasm. Banter. Taunting. Teasing. Praise.
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Relax, Take It Easy.
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Rest is so important, without proper rest, good self-care, absolutely no one can function at their best, you are included in that, so why do you act like you aren’t? It isn’t enough to leave work for the day, you have to actually leave work at work, not bring it home, you are not supposed to drag the heavy oppressive mood through your front door, clinging to your shoulders like a backpack you can’t take off, weighing you down. This behaviour you engage in? It does you a great disservice, makes your life harder and worse still, it is selfish.
You used to be Danny’s favourite form of entertainment, stalking you, watching you, cataloguing your life and planning your shared future, your ultimate end, how perfect it could be, but then you stopped taking care of yourself. It was yet another night of you collapsed on your couch and doing literally fucking nothing and Danny was frustrated, bored, this felt like a chore, and he realized he wanted to change the channel. He hated that thought, he loved you as much as he is capable of loving anything. He has invested so much time and effort, the last thing he wants to do is abandon it, he wants to see it through to its end and further still, he wants that end to be satisfying.
You have provided so much joy to him, the least he can do is invest a bit more to try and salvage this before he thinks of cutting this thing between you short. This is what led to him breaking in while you were asleep on the couch, you were still dressed in your uniform from work, you hadn’t even bothered to get into your comfy clothing, he pulled out the cuffs he brought and set to work. The restraints were leather, padded comfortably and came with means to hook them together, two went around your wrists, two around your ankles, and then you were unceremoniously dragged onto the floor. You wake up with a start, body sluggish as he arranges you, to his liking. You are on your stomach, and he has your arms and legs positioned to connect the wrists to the ankles, leaving you effectively hog tied from the four points of contact and rendering your body totally useless.
The lamp on the end table is turned on, you blink against the bright light, your brain is struggling to catch up to the new situation and information, but the two heavy black boots stepping into your line of sight help wake you up.
“Hello.” The voice makes your head snap up, as much as it can, your eye line following up the black pants and further, up, up, to that white mask with the hollow eyes and mouth twisted to that permanent scream.
“Glad you are awake. Hate the fact this is our first formal meeting, but drastic times requiring drastic measures and all that, hm?” He was speaking as if he knew you, were friends, the tone mostly conversational but with an edge of resigned frustration? It was not only odd, but terrifying, a strange masked man in your house who has bound you helplessly, you take a moment and then find your voice, “Hi, uh, I’m sorry, who are you and what are you doing here?”
“You don’t know me, but I know you, the particulars are not important, I am here to help you.” He stated simply, staring down at you, even with no way of seeing his eyes you can feel the weight of his gaze on you.
What kind of presumptuous asshole has found his way in here? You feel a wave of difference rising above the fear as you bite out, “Who says I need help?”
He scoffs, “I do, obviously.”
You scoff in return, “And what are you here to help me with, exactly?”
“Help you unwind from that little job of yours, it has clearly been effecting every other aspect of your life, so I am going to ease your burdens.” He said it with authority, like he truly believed that he knew best and was sure he was going to be able to help.
He turns and steps away, not acknowledging your question of, “How?”, as if it was stupid and unimportant, if you just waited a minute more you’d get your answer.
“Hello?! Stop ignoring me!” You call, and he laughs, “I am not ignoring you, trust me, you will get more attention than you will be able to handle in a minute.”
The masked stranger was behind you, leaving you unable to see what he is up to, but you hear some shuffling around, and soon enough, he falls to his knees beside you and then something is put between your legs, pressed against your pants clad crotch, leaving you squirming and saying, “Woah, woah, what are you-”
Then he clicks the on switch, and you are hit with the strong vibrations that can only be from a wand. The stimulation is strong, immediate, and it knocks the air out of your lungs, your sentence breaks off into a weak moan of, “-ooooooooh.”
He laughs again, delighted, “This is what I am here to do. I am going to use this-” He turns the wand up one notch and your breath hiccups, “-to wring as many orgasms as it takes to make you brainless.”
What? You moan in a confused pitch that has him pressing onwards, “I’m not going to stop until it is impossible for you to be holding any thought in that pretty little head, let alone any tension.”
Overstimulation was quickly bleeding into genuine pleasure, it had been too long since you had experienced this, you had been neglecting yourself physically, and apparently needed this much more desperately than you had been consciously aware of.
“I’m gonna start out easy, and after you cum like this, then you lose the pants, and then after another, your underwear, and I will keep on ramping it up, on and on. Who knows? If you are extra lucky and beg good enough, I might fuck you for the grand finale’ but that will take some serious convincing on your part.”
No fighting it you suppose, might as well settle in for a long night, that first orgasm isn’t going to take much, you feel it starting to well up. "Just give in, you need this, you need to relax."
You can’t help it, no stopping it as you are hurtling towards it, moaning, hips moving of their own accord, causing you to grind against the instrument of your blissful torture.
“There you gooo, look at you already! I knew this is just what you needed. Come on, give me that first one.” A black leather gloved hand is on your back, he moves the toy as you grind, helping you out further, cooing to you with his praise as it sinks into your skin.
Your head is swimming, your clit is throbbing, and you are so close, a few more seconds and with a strangled cry, forehead to carpet you stiffen as he forces your first orgasm of the night from your cunt. Your hips make small stuttered movements, wringing all the enjoyment you can from this, he doesn’t move the toy, but he turns it down one level, holding it looser to you.
“Good job! One down. Let’s see how many you need to get you into the right relaxed frame of mind.”
Oh this one is self-indulgent as shit. Hear me out....................
🦷 You Heard What I Said. Bite Me.
Saw franchise, Amanda Young x Reader x Mark Hoffman. Explicit. Reader is an apprentice.
It’s your first time doing this hands-on – your first time actually prepping a trap yourself. Kramer has left you with both Amanda and Hoffman to make sure everything goes according to plan. Unfortunately, the two’s bickering combined with your already-frayed nerves send you right up to your limit and you snap at them. The situation escalates. Though not necessarily in the way you were expecting.
Send me a lil somethin somethin for the fake fic ask game if ya like 🐝
A fellow Finnish artist who draws glorious manly boobs? Hmn yes this is peak inspiration. Your art is amazing, I love how you render muscles. That's a +follow.
I must say, every time you reblog my art it absolutely makes my day! You always have the absolute sweetest comments in the tags, and I have come to re-read them many times. Thank you for your kindness.
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I don't say it often enough, but seeing your character concept ponderings and/or a new page of Wurr always makes my day! Seeing your art makes me so happy! I love your style, and the fact that you really research and think and plan them headworlds is really inspiring. Carry on doing the stuff you do. :)
Aw, shucks, that’s such a sweet thing to say! Thank yous!
Seriously, knowing my stuff inspires people and makes them happy is THE best thing, and it makes my day.
I was asleep when this whole ChatGPT-shit happened. Basically all that could be said about it has already been said. Lottie perhaps said it the best how disheartening and just plain wrong stuff like that is.
I just figured you could use a hug after all of that.
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Furball. I am about to fucking sob, are you serious? You drew this just for me? Yes holy shit I need a hug like this from him, this is fucking amazing, like actually incredible.
