#obsession kink

[shadeofgreed]

Recording you desperately whining for my cock so I can play it for you whenever you think you can have an attitude to me. I'll remind you exactly who and what you are inside.

[ickytreats]

Obsessive Dad Bf that lets me lay between his legs. Head on his thigh as he plays with my hair and watches tv. Putting his fingers into my mouth and slowly turning my brain off. I don't need to think about how late it's getting. He's already made the decision for me that I am staying the night.

When I start to get fussy to the point it seems like I don't even know what I want he pulls his fingers out of my mouth. Pushes his sweats down and slowly feeds me his cock. Doesn't matter if it's soft or hard already. He makes me suck on the tip, he watches how I quickly relax against him again.

Softly praising me and tries to cohort me to fall asleep. If I whine, he's pushing more of his cock into my mouth. He knows it turns my brain off when he does that. Plus the soft touches and praises. He softly keeps it up while slowly fucking my mouth. Makes me deep throat him because he knows that really comforts me. It turns every single thought I could be having still completely off. Eventually falling asleep on him.

He's cooing softly, happy his plan to keep me another night worked. Softly pulls me off of his cock, laying me on his thigh, and starts to stroke himself. Fisting his cock that's covered in my spit. Letting out deep and low moans as he looks at me. The way he's desperately stroking his cock with a firm grip is different from how soft he was being with me. Finally he's cumming all over his hand with a moan.

[thewrongindulgence]

You can't ever leave me Lamb. This world wasn't made for vulnerable prey like you. You need me to protect you. If you ever leave me, I'll kill you. It'd be better to die from my hands. At least I would be merciful.

[sweet-sapphire-puppy]

idea

teaching someone how to smoke a joint and every time they get a good inhale i'd say

"good job, baby, you're doing so good for me."

as they get more and more intoxicated and vulnerable

eventually their body would become so relaxed they'd need me to hold the joint for them, gently caressing their body as i encourage them to keep going. up their chest and gently circling their nipples, down to their belly and lightly brushing over their happy trail, getting them all excited and desperate

just a thought i was having

[x-angel-puppy-x]

i want someone 2 get me high as shit till im all fuzzy and cant move and they just cuddle me and coo at me and tell me how cute and wonderful i am and how obsessed they are with me :(((

[blasphemous-mutt]

Imagine your priest getting jealous of the fact you took communion from another priest while on a trip. You didn't think it would be a big deal, you were just doing what you thought was best for your faith. But when you go home and go to take confession, his voice is a bit colder and his penace a bit harsher. It seems he overheard you talking about the cathedral you visited to another member of the parish. How you recalled the much sweeter wine they used for communion and how you got flustered as the other priest gave it to you.

There's an odd look in your priest's eyes, perhaps he's just not having a good day...or perhaps his favorite lamb has wondered a bit too far from the flock and he's not too keen on you getting lost. Only his hands should be the ones feeding you the Lord's flesh and blood.

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[b4byd0lly]

i feel like the ‘atticwife’ trope is so niche outside of danmei circles, but it’s my favourite. it’s so much more romantic than your typical kidnapping scenario. you’re not just kept—you’re treasured. hidden, yes, but not in some damp basement—instead, you have a room of your own, locked, of course: a four-poster bed with the softest sheets; a wardrobe spilling over with the prettiest clothes; a dressing table and velvet stool where you can lose yourself in your reflection, in your own dead eyes, as you brush your hair for them; a bookshelf lined with stories of the outside world, so vivid you can almost picture yourself out there; a windowsill overlooking the gardens, where you can bask in the sun and imagine the wind against your skin, where you wait each afternoon for the little bluebird to return so you can pretend you’re as free as it is.

[luisakammori]

A good girl has big problems.

Hunter! Joel Miller/Reader! Woman

Warning: do not consume dead pigeons! The atmosphere of the 80s and 90s (apparently), age difference, obsession, sexual addiction, corruption, rape. I in no way support what is happening in the text and am very afraid of it myself, but unfortunately, it attracts me, I like to read and write about it. There are many mistakes in the text, I would be glad if you pointed them out, as English is not my language and I write through a translator!

Be sure to listen to: Lana Del Rey - While Feather Hawk Tail Deer Hunter

Summary: You ran away from home, tired of all the crap that was going on there. You dreamed of going to college and having a stable, good job, but you are forced to hitchhike along the highway, hoping that someone will take pity on you and give you a ride without charging you too much money. You didn't know yet that someone would take a lot, more than you had.

Standing on the side of the road late at night, you were already shivering from the cold. The sun was scorching in the morning, and at night the cold penetrated to your bones. It was foolish of you to run away from home with only a small backpack, without any belongings or food, but unfortunately, you didn't have time to think. You walked slowly, without a destination, thinking you would reach another city and start a new life there, but there were no cars, even though you remembered the constant noise of cars outside your window when you went to bed. The sound of a horn brought you out of your reverie. You turned around and saw a Jeep Grand. The thought flashed through your mind that the car was in good condition and clean. You could often see them in the city or on the same highway. The window on the right side of the driver rolls down, and the car slows down. “Hey, baby, are you okay? Do you need help? You don't look well,” says the driver, his voice low, hoarse, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. “Um... I...” You hesitate, not knowing why, because this is literally your salvation, but it's either him or death on the side of the road. The anxiety inside you intensifies, and you can't stop clenching and biting your lower lip.Fuck, it can't get any worse.You think and answer:“I ran away from home, I would be very grateful if you could give me a ride to the next town!” - approaching the car window, looking inside and answering, your voice trembling from the cold, as you think. The driver turned out to be a middle-aged man, stocky, with slight gray hair, well-groomed. A thought flashes through your mind about another way to pay... “Oh, what a pity, no problem, it's on my way, at least it won't be boring!” he says with a smile, and you force a smile in response, open the car door, and sit in the front seat. Your gaze falls back a little, blood, a gun, and an animal carcass. The sound of you gulping air and swallowing saliva is too loud in the silence of the night. “Damn, sorry, scared you, didn't I? Don't worry, I'm just a hunter, you could say I make a living from it.”

Taking a deep breath and nodding, you calm down and turn your head toward the road. “Ha ha, I was already thinking about everything in the world,” you try to joke, but you're not sure if you're making the situation worse. “God! I would never!” says the man with a smile, glancing at you slightly, his voice sounding a little offended. “I'm sorry, really, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you!” you stammer fearfully, waving your arms slightly, demonstrating your denial with your whole body. “Come on, I'm not angry, especially at someone like you... it's impossible to be angry,” he says, lowering his voice at the end of the sentence and pausing slightly as his hand touches your thigh. You feel the touch, goosebumps run down your skin, but you remain silent. It's just a hand, nothing bad, and besides, he's not bad looking, so you can put up with it, right? “Um, what should I call you?” You decide to break the silence. “Oh, call me Joel,” he says, and there's anticipation in his voice as he says his name. “Um, Joel...” you say a little quieter than usual, as if tasting it and rolling it around on your tongue. The man smiles and nods, which is what he wanted — to hear you say his name in your sweet voice, so languidly that your jeans start to rub. “And you?” Joel asks, clearing his throat. You hesitate a little, wondering whether to give your real name or not. “T/I,” you say, looking at the man, who is also looking at you. He nods again, and for some reason you feel better because you didn't lie, feeling as if he would sense your lie.

.You've been driving for about half an hour, and the road still isn't ending. You yawn a little; it's late, and you want to sleep.“Can I take a nap?” you ask the man.“What?” he says in surprise, looking at you. He is genuinely surprised, and then amused that you seriously asked for permission to do so. Your tongue unconsciously licks your dry lips. “Yes, yes, of course, you don't even have to ask anymore.” You nod and lean back, closing your eyes. Fatigue takes over and sleep envelops you like a blanket.Time flies quickly in your dream. You have a pleasant dream where you are alone in another city, in your apartment, but in an instant everything collapses and you wake up, which Joel clearly did not expect as he pulls you out of the car. Confused, you look at him, then at the windshield, at the unfamiliar wooden house, and back at him, trying to scream, but your voice seems to have disappeared, just like in that terrible dream. You start to fight back, but what can you do against a strong, muscular man? Nothing much, but you still manage to break free from his grip and crawl to the driver's door, running out of it.You don't even really understand where to run, there is fog and forest all around, a hopeless idea from the start, why did you run away in the first place?Why? Did he do something wrong?He's helping you, and you're a fucking ungrateful little bitch! The grass rustles behind you, and your body runs despite its exhaustion.

“Calm down! God! T/I! Damn it! I just didn't want to wake you up!” Joel yells from behind. The man runs easily, without stumbling over every bump, as if he knows the forest like the back of his hand, not gasping for air like you.A shot. And silence, dizziness, confusion about what just happened. The body falls to the ground as the man approaches and easily slings it over his shoulder, carrying it back.

You wake up moaning in pain, a hellish pain in your side, slowly opening your eyes to see Joel's face hovering over you, his face slightly sweaty, a slight smile on his lips. You don't immediately understand what's happening until you start to feel the jolts and how stretched out you are in a way you've never been before. You scream with all your might, tears welling up in your eyes. Your body begins to resist. “Fuck, quiet, quiet,” says the man, easily holding your battered body, throwing his arms over your head and kissing you on the lips, gently, like a willing lover. His other hand wanders over your body, touching the bandaged but bleeding wound. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't fucking mean to, but god... you know, you're just so fucking pretty, so innocent, I could barely control myself the whole way,” he says, continuing to thrust and moan loudly, burying his face in your neck, kissing and biting it. “And I've always wanted someone I could fuck so well.”You look at him with a silent question in your eyes.“What the fuck am I?” You don't have the strength to speak, your head falls to the side, and your eyes close again. Maybe when you wake up, the location and situation will change again, just like before. Joel's thrusts are deep, sometimes rough, sometimes gentle, but he fucks slowly, so you can feel everything perfectly, your walls quivering as they stretch under his thickness. His groin touches your clitoris and pleasure runs through your body. The sensation is incredibly pleasant, you want more and As if reading your thoughts, Joel runs his finger over your clitoris, beginning to massage it, causing your body to shudder and tense up. Your lips tremble, your closed eyelids flutter with the approaching pleasure. It's different from what you usually get when you bring yourself to orgasm, more painful, but at the same time tickling something inside you, as if it's what you've been waiting for.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but it feels so good. Damn, I'm going to cum inside you, okay? You'll take it, won't you? You'll take it and keep taking it, like a good fucking girl. You're mine now," he whispers in your ear, continuing to thrust and stimulate you. With one last deep thrust, he cums inside you, and you follow him. Your body shudders in a pleasant, slight tremor, your hands clinging to the sheets. “Damn, you're so pretty,” Joel says, spreading your legs to look at the mess he made down there, just as you squeeze him inside you, biting your lower lip.

“Oh, does a good girl like being called that? Does she?” the man says with a sly smile.

“Definitely a good girl,” he repeats, slapping you across the face.

Oh, a good girl now has nothing to worry about.

P.S.: I didn't even check the text for mistakes, I was just inspired by the song and finally wrote something for the first time. I'll find the mistakes in the morning, maybe I'll decide that it's all a mistake, haha, but I'm going to sleep, so I decided to quickly jot something down and post it. I need more Joel for Lana, I realized that.