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take-taker-taken · 5 months
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apologies if i’m too vague but maybe some taker x femreader with reader being tied up and used… 🫣
First of all - apologies, Anon, that it took so long for me to get this done! It was ABA Taker in my head as I wrote it, but feel free to imagine any incarnation that you please.
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He leans against the door frame, a mildly amused expression on his face. “You ain’t gonna get out of that, but keep trying - it’s fun to watch.”
You’ve been bound, naked, in a hogtie position for an hour now and he’s done nothing except come into the room every so often and look at you. You’d kept calling out to him initially and then he’d come in and shushed you patronisingly before gagging you.
“Y’know, you’re tryin’ hard to look all mad but I bet your pussy’s wet, huh?”
You glare at him, refusing to answer - you both know that he’s right but clearly wanting to prove a point, he walks over and takes hold of the rope that’s looped around your torso. He drags you easily around and delves his hand between your legs and of course his fingers come out glistening.
You groan out the frustration as he takes a minute to tease your nipples, alternating between gentle stroking around each areola to harder pinches and twists.
“Horny… desperate… little slut,” He mutters as he leans down and nuzzles into your neck. You whimper through the gag as his stubble scratches over your skin. “You think you can handle me, huh? You think you can take everything I’m gonna give you?”
“Mmmhmm!” You breathe in the scent of him. God, please let him get started soon!
He chuckles quietly at your muffled declaration and again works his hand between your thighs, this time pushing one thick finger up inside you. You moan at the sensation and try to thrust your hips forward - if he wanted to he could use this thumb to tease your clit…
“Let’s see, shall we?” He lifts his head again though doesn’t cease the slow in and out movement of his finger. “Now you listen carefully, slut. I’m gonna get you out of this position and you… you’re just gonna lay right there, like the fuck toy you are, got it?”
Your eyes close and you nod, wondering where this is going. He makes a satisfied noise and then withdraws his finger, wiping it against your thigh before pulling you over on to your front and pulling apart the knots that sit against your lower back. Anxious not to give him any excuse to stop and leave you again, true to your word you don’t move - even to the point of keeping your legs folded back in an imitation of being tied.
“Actually managing to do as you’re told,” He comments under his breath and then in a blur of movement, he unfolds your legs and drags you towards where he stands now at the foot of the bed. “Bend your knees,” He says as he takes hold of your ankles and urges you into position. He pulls your knees wide apart and you moan into the gag at the feeling of being so exposed. He produces a roll of bondage tape and proceeds to wrap it around your shin and thigh, binding them tightly together to keep your knee bent. He repeats the action with your other leg and then steps back and smirks down at you as he undoes his belt and then slowly begins to unbutton his jeans.
“Not getting away from me now,” He says, moving to kneel on the edge of the bed and shoving his jeans down his thighs. “All you can do is lay there and take it.” He bears down on you and easily captures both your wrists in one of his huge hands before lining himself up and pushing in. He goes slowly and your eyes close at the delicious stretch; your moan this time is one of satisfaction. His free hand holds one of your knees, ensuring that your thighs stay spread wide apart as he pushes deep inside. He pauses briefly as his hips fetch up against you and you open your eyes to find him smirking.
“Think you can take everything I’m gonna dish out…” He says quietly with a shake of his head. “Let’s see about that.” He draws back and then begins to fuck you in earnest, setting a fast pace as he holds you down. You revel in the feeling of being so overpowered and then he moves his hand from your knee up to your breasts and gropes you, squeezing just to the edge of ‘too much’. You cry out behind the gag but it’s far from a cry of pain and he laughs, low and sultry.
“Yeah, go on - let me hear you.” He doesn’t slow the pace as he slaps first one breast and then the other, alternating the smacks until about a dozen blows have been delivered. He releases the grip on your wrists but you leave your hands where they are and then he works his fingers behind your head and frees your mouth from the gag. After tossing it to one side, he rests his hand around your throat; not squeezing, but the feeling of intent is there and you swallow just to feel the slight restriction.
“Fuuuuck…” You whisper as you picture how you must look right now… forcibly spread open and held down while he uses your body. As if reading your mind he thrusts in deep and then grinds his pelvis in small circles before pulling out entirely and you whimper at the loss.
“Look at you… laid there like a good little whore. Legs open wide and that wet hole just beggin’ for me to fill it up.” He puts his hand on your torso and urges you round with a slap to your leg for good measure. “Turn over, slut.”
With your legs taped up he has to do most of the work and then you’re balanced on your knees and you scrabble to get your hands under you, but he places a firm hand between your shoulder blades and pushes you to the mattress. There’s a few seconds’ stillness and then he’s pulling your arms back, and you hear the rasp of the bondage tape again and then he makes short work of binding your wrists together in the small of your back.
“Please…” You mumble into the bed and then turn your head to the side. “I can’t…”
Everything stops.
“Can’t handle it?” There’s no sneer in his voice and he gives your bound wrists a quick squeeze. You know this is an out, but you’ve no intention of taking it.
“Can’t touch myself,” You whimper and he huffs out a laugh.
“Damn right you can’t,” He says, reaching down and grabbing a fistful of your hair. “This ain’t about you.” He slides his dick back inside you and gives a few long, leisurely strokes. “This is about me having you as my own personal fuck toy.” He picks up the pace again and you sob into the mattress because this is everything you’d dreamed it would be.
“You look good all tied up, y’know.” His voice is starting to betray his exertion. “Gonna keep you like this more often - ready for me to use whenever I want…” You give a full body shudder at his words and he smacks your ass. “Yeah you like that idea don’t you, slut? Me taking those holes whenever I please.”
“Uh huh…” You whimper, unable to form words because he’s pounding into you now, chasing his orgasm. His grip on your hair becomes painfully hard and he releases into you with a groan, pulling your head back until your face is turned up to the ceiling.
Still inside you he pauses to catch his breath, running his big hands all over your body hungrily - stroking, squeezing and pinching. Eventually he withdraws and turns you on to your side, positioning you carefully so that your bound arms don’t place too much strain on your shoulders. You feel his cum trickling out of you on to your thigh and let out a shuddering breath as he stands and pulls his jeans back up.
“That was good,” He says as he fastens the buttons. “Definitely coming back for some more of that later.” He moves to the side of the bed and retrieves the gag which you obediently accept back into your mouth, laying still as he fastens it. He looks your over for a minute and then leans down and kisses your cheek. “And who knows? If you’re good, I might let you come, too.”
With a chuckle he turns and leaves, no doubt headed back to the TV and whatever sports game takes his interest while you lay there, bound and gagged, already hoping it’s not long until he returns to use you again.
TTT
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red-rover-au · 3 months
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These are the vibes the first meeting with Big Mama gave off lmao
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chalkrub · 1 year
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i know he ate a cheese
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peaceandlove26 · 27 days
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wip of my new favorite baby, designed by graymutual, currently unnamed but definitely a twiluna child
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15 minute comic i made when i was talking about glasses ethan with my friends
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ikiprian · 13 days
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Clark is taking Kon and Jon out for a classic, super-style bonding flight. Just a quick jaunt around the US and back!
They don’t get far. Somewhere in Illinois airpace, they run across another family.
The three (a hulking man, a snarky teenage boy, and a cackling youngest girl, each a grayscale blur in the blue, blue sky) throw neon-lit beams of energy at one another, quips and insults flying almost as fast as they do. It looks like training. It looks like fun!
The boy of them looks like a younger version of the man. Exactly like, even. Clark is familiar with clones.
The youngest, a girl, looks like both of them, but not quite. Perhaps she will, age sharpening her childish features, but it’s hard to say. More likely, she’s the man’s daughter.
Interested, Clark introduces himself to Dan. He seems to be a hero in his own right, even if Superman’s yet to see him in action. And it’s not often Clark sees a family so like his own!
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amoebeau · 1 year
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eefan whimpers
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petewentzwombtattoo · 4 months
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some of you took "trans men are men" and ran with it and are now calling us oppressors, saying we benefit 100% from male privilege, saying we can't have internalized misogyny and a ton of other shit like i genuinely think radfems have poisoned your brains whether you realize it or not.
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bet-on-me-13 · 9 months
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Desperate Villain Danny AU
(this is a 17 yr old danny)
It started out slowly.
First, a few of Danny's less active Rouges stopped showing up at all. He didn't really notice, and just assumed that they had finally had their Fill of their Obsession for a while and would simmer down for a bit.
Then, some more of his Rouges stopped showing up. No big deal, but he is getting a little concerned for them. They had definitely not had their fill of their Obsessions yet, why did they stop?
Then, the worst started happen. All of his actual Ghost Friends start to disappear. Ember, Kitty, Johnny, even Amorpho, they all start to not show up at all in the Living World.
He goes looking for them in Realms, but he can't find any of them whatsoever. He tries asking around, but everybody else noticed the disappearances much earlier than him and began to hide away from whatever was taking all of the strong Ghosts. He can't find anybody, and the ones he does find won't tell him anything (or don't know themselves)
It takes weeks of searching, but eventually he gets his answer.
The GIW show up in Amity again after a period of absolutely no activity. They have stepped up their operations HARD. Advanced Ghost Hunting Equipment, Much more Competent Agents, and most worrying of all, they seem to know that Phantom is friends with Sam, Tucker, and Danny Fenton.
The GIW comes to his house for a Meeting with his parents, where he overhears them offering his parents a position in their Organization as Head Scientists. While there they also manage to plant Bugs in Danny's room somehow. Although he finds them quickly enough and destroys them.
And then, one night during dinner while his parents are ranting about the GIWs Labs, they mention something that cinches it for Danny.
"And today we even got to Dissect one of the Spooks! It was that Mind Controlly one, you know the one with the blue firey hair stuff that sang a bunch! We're going back tomorrow to continue our Study, this time we'll see how long it'll pretend to experience pain before it decides to give up on tricking us!"
That night, Danny packed up all his things, destroyed the Ghost Portal alongside everything else in his parents Lab, and left his house.
He tracked down the GIW Base, saved Ember from her Cell, and decimated the surrounding Area. No survivors, none of the research is preserved, and he left the Site Director alive to question him.
Turns out, the GIW had managed to Reverse Engineer the Ghost Portal from that brief period of time where they had taken control of Fenton Works. They had been using their own Portal to kidnap any Ghost they could get their hands on. Using the research from those subjects, they perfected their Ghost Hunting Tech and started going after the bigger fish.
"But good luck finding it, Ecto Scum! The Portals location was hidden to everybody, even me!" He said.
"Where are the others!" Danny cried. He was losing control of his appearance by this point. After seeing what they had done to Ember, he was too angry to maintain his Humanoid Form successfully. Even now, with most of his control, he could hear the Static in the air around him, and see the Glitching of his hands as they clenched this Monsters clothes.
"Scattered!" He said with a crazed laugh, "We knew we couldn't contain all of them, so we send them to all of our sites across the Country! You'll never find them!"
Without another word, Danny plowed his arm through the man's chest.
He turned around, picking up Embers weakened Body, before beginning his long flight to Wisconsin. Vlad still owed him a few Favors after all, and honestly his mentorship offers seemed VERY Tempting right now.
(Why reject him if you don't care about keeping your dad alive anymore?)
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The JLA had recently received a distress signal from somewhere in the middle of some random Forest in Illinois, but when they got to the location, all they found was a crater filled with the ruins of some kind of Military Base, and so so many Bodies.
They had managed to figure out that this was a Government Site owned by an organization called the GIW. A Paranormal Investigation Wing of the Government focused on the study and capture of Supernatural Beings called Ecto-Entities, otherwise referred to as Ghosts.
As it turns out, an Ecto-Entity that had been terrorizing the local town for a few years now had made a drastic change in normal behavior and had attacked the GIW Base that had been posted there.
They would have destroyed it years ago, but this one was unnaturally powerful. It had eluded their capture and terrorized the Town for years, but they had too much pride to contact the JLA and admit that they needed help. And honestly until now, they didn't really need it. The Entity had been entirely confined to the singular town, and had not strayed from that behavioral Pattern in the 3 years since it's inital sighting. They had made the difficult choice to leave it there, sacrificing one town in exchange for the rest of the country.
But now they did need their help. This Entity, this Phantom, was one of the most powerful beings that had ever recorded, maybe even The Most Powerful. The fact that it had left the Secluded town it usually frequented meant that it was loose to wreak havoc across the rest of the world.
The JLA Needed to Find this thing, and Fast.
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so me and the bestie have been binge-playing re2/re4
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itsfarashi · 8 months
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they are friends
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take-taker-taken · 3 months
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I promise I am not posting this just to drive @bratchristiancage insane, but also I am a little bit. I never get tired of watching these segments…
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ovaryacted · 5 months
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Just sitting here thinking about Leon’s physique in RE4R in comparison to all of his other eras. Like Capcom really sat down and was like, “we’re upgrading the twink into a MEGA beefy boy fighting bisexual demons” for the remake and decided to make him so thick and broad like hello!?
Meanwhile Leon’s never really been scrawny or lanky, he’s kinda slim-thick. Like he has muscles and probably has nice shoulders and thick thighs, but he’s not beefy in the sense of looking like a power lifter. They said fuck all that and just gave Leon huge pecs and biceps in RE4R and he’s thick as hell. Like don’t get me wrong, I love his build and honestly the fact that he doesn’t have the classic dorito build but his waist still tapers in a bit is so…MMMMM FAWK!
He’s so…whew…I keep thinking about it. I honest to god want to take a tape measure and just see the distance from shoulder to shoulder and across his chest. He looks like he’d give good hugs, just consumes you whole and his chest is so inviting and warm. I need him…BAD!
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cherryrogers · 11 months
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i just think that leon could be railing tf you, like rearranging your guts and making you cry……... all while holding your hand and stroking your hair n stuff :(( yeah
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A hot tear rolls down your cheek. You’ve never had him like this before. This hard. This rough. Leon has always been careful with you, but tonight, you asked him not to be. Looked up at him through your lashes and asked him to ruin you, as you’d put it.
And well, you’re getting what you asked for.
“You okay, pretty?” He says, gripping your hips hard as he pushes into you, hips landing flush against your ass. It’s a rhetorical question; he knows you’re enjoying this. He only made you repeat the safe word close to a dozen times before pinning you onto the bed and having his way with you. “This what you wanted?”
Your hands clutch onto the bedsheets for life, head impossibly hazy from how Leon has utterly abused your cunt for the past thirty minutes. Swiping over your clit with his thumb and pulling away when your thighs start to shake. Rutting into you hard and fast, but never keeping up the pace enough for you to climax.
It’s pain and it’s torture, but fuck it feels good.
He wraps a hand around one of your thighs, pushing it over his shoulder, eliciting a broken whine from you. He’s buried deeper inside you now, somehow. Stuffed like you’ve never known.
“N-Need to cum, Leon,” You look up at him, glossy eyed and pouting. “Please.”
“You’ll get to cum,” He grunts simply, lifting a hand to push some hair away from your face, his thumb tenderly stroking your temple. “You’re— fuck. You’re gorgeous like this.”
Truthfully, Leon wasn’t totally convinced by the idea. Fucking you until you cried, until you begged. But you’re clenching tightly around him, making the most wonderful sounds… you’re ruined. Ruined beautifully by the pleasure only he can grant you.
His free hand moves so he’s thumbing at your clit again, and you cry out at the pleasure shooting through your core. One of your hands moves from the sheets to clutch at his shoulder, but Leon is quick to envelop it in his own, lacing his fingers with yours and pushing your hand back against the pillow. You’re sure you’re squeezing it uncomfortably tight, but if you are, Leon doesn’t mention it.
And fuck, you’re crying again. You’re overwhelmed and overstimulated but somehow none of it is enough, your orgasm impending yet too far away with the game Leon seems to be playing.
This is what you wanted, after all. And well, you’re not complaining.
Upon seeing your cheeks wet and your eyes wide and blinking away tears, Leon leans down, never slowing his torturous ruts into your cunt as he presses his lips to the salty liquid on your skin.
“You’re taking this— mm, so well…” He utters against your cheek, hissing as you tighten around him. “So pretty getting fucked like this.”
His lips are soft and comforting, along with the hand that’s squeezing yours in reassurance.
When your eyes meet his, they’re heavy and dark. Plagued with desire and a thirst for your pleasure.
You don’t think this is the last time you’ll have Leon like this. It’s a thrilling thought.
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scalesthegecko · 2 years
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crumbing out
sequel to this
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