getting into a sub's head and making them question their own reactions... treating them like they're acting completely inapproriately for the situation, while forcing them to shake and shriek and drip and tremble...
are you moaning right now? whats your problem.. we're just watching a movie. while your whole lap is wet with their juices and your fingers are drilling them through their third orgasm... what are you squirming for? sit still.
what, are you horny?? from this?? awhhhh that's so pathetic... when you're dragging them over your thigh or teasing their clit
giving a sub more than they can take-- when they've given a dozen orgasms and can't focus their eyes, they're writhing and sopping, and instead of slowing down, you just... tsk tsk you're making such a mess... and dont even acknowledge what you're doing to them...
faking innocence and concern to a sub, just to be unfair.. ohmygods... ohh no, it's all wet down here... why is it wet, baby? what happened? when you've been teasing them for ages... punishing them for making a mess-- punishing them for being so horny, and still not acknowledging that you did it to them
gagging a sub and edging them for hours, just to say awh, i think this pussy wants to cum... hm but that can't be right, my little sub would have to beg for this pussy to cum. i haven't heard a word. poor little pussy... must be soo hard.
reading their every reaction and knowing just how to break them, how to make them submit deeper and deeper, how to make them cum over and over, all while pretending that you're not doing a damn thing, chiding them for being soooo desperate...
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idk hoe much you write for gachiakuta but perhaps a smut fic with mean!dom tamsy? (Š¤ĻŠ¤)
I guess iām a hoe now, getting slaved to make fanficsš
mean dom!Tamsy Caines x fem?reader
idk i think i leaned more female idk i wrote this part after the fic and also itās literally porn with no plotš§š½āāļø
Did I Say You Could?
āDid I say you could cum?ā Tamsy looks down at you disappointedly, a small frown adorning his pretty face as he stops moving inside of you.
His hands grip your ass tightly, before you had came all over his cock and the lower halve of your bodies Tamsy was making you hold your orgasm until he said you could cum. Buuut he was fucking you so good, how could you not cum?
His dick was pounding into you at just the right angle, hitting all the right spots so deep inside of you. It was all just so overwhelming, itās not your fault.
Of course Tamsy knows that, but he doesnāt really care, at all actually. You shook your head and tried to look back at him but his hand came up to hole your face into the pillow.
āN-no, sir.ā You whimper and fist the sheets tightly. āI didnāt mean to I swear- ah!ā
His palm comes cracking down on your ass before soothing the pain with a gentle rub on your poor cheek. He shakes his head and pulls out completely, earning a whine from you.
āSwearingās bad, dearā he sighs and grabs your hair in a makeshift ponytail to yank you up by it, holding your back against his chest.
āBad girls get punishmentsā He mumbles against your skin as he places kisses down your skin, going from your jaw to your shoulder.
You shudder under his touch and shake your head again. āI-i didnāt-ā
āAre you calling me a liar, hmm?ā He asks, turning your head to face him. āItās not nice to call people names, Y/n. Do I need to teach you a lesson?ā His hand snakes up to your face, squishing your cheeks into a forced pout.
You whine against his hand and tear up. āN-no, i didnātā
Itās no use, Tamsyās already made up his mind about punishing you and thatās how you end up over his lap with his hand punishingly slapping your ass.
āO-one!ā You sob as his hand cracks down again. āMhm.. keep countingā
crack! āThree!ā
crack! āFour!ā
crack! āFive!ā
crack! āAh! Pl-please, Tamsy!ā
āThatās not a number, is it?ā He grabs your face and makes you look up at him, mocking you with a fake sad face when he sees your tears. You whine and sniffle, squirming in his lap.
āPlease, Iām sorryā You mumble, or at least try to, through the grip of his hand. He squishes your cheeks gently and presses a kiss to the pout.
āAre you?ā He teases, slapping your ass again. He kneads the soft fat after before slapping it again.
You cry out and nod frantically. āY-yes, yes, i am!ā You tremble under his touch and sniffle.
Tamsy picks you up and makes you straddle his lap, holding you in place by your hips. He squeezes harshly and looks at you with a small smile. āAnd how will you prove it to me, hm?ā His thumbs rub small circles on your hips.
He kisses you gently and whispers against your lips. āI think I know howā he looks at you again with a smug look on his face before pushing you onto your knees on the floor below him.
He caresses your tear stained cheek and taps your nose with a chuckle before forcing you down onto his cock, moaning softly as the tip hits the back of your throat and forces a gag from you.
Your eyes water as he fucks your face, setting a brutal pace for your poor throat. You gag around his length and grab his thighs, your nails digging into his pale skin and leaving pinkish indents in the flesh.
He groans at the pain and pushes your head down further, your nose flush against his groomed pubic hair. It tickles your nose while his balls hit your chin. One of his hands grip your hair tightly to keep you in place while the other hand fists the sheets.
āYouāre so good at apologizingā he moans and pushes you down faster, your spit dribbling around your mouth and all over your chin as he continues his assault on your throat.
Your eyes squeeze shut and your pussy clenches around nothing, still wet from your earlier activities.
The room fills with the loud sounds of skin on skin and your gags as his moans grow louder and louder, some turning into whimpers as he nears his orgasm.
He pushes your head down one last time before holding it there, cumming down your throat in thick ropes with a loud moan that makes his head fall back.
āO-oh..ā he sighs and pulls you off of his cock, cupping you face and smiling down at you. āLet me see you swallow..mhmā
You open your mouth and show him the few drops of cum left in your mouth and swallow, surprised it didnāt all go down your throat when he came. He pats your cheek and kisses you deeply, tasting himself on your tongue.
āSo good for me..ā he smiles and pulls you onto his lap to straddle him again, hands gripping your ass.
āLetās clean up, yeah?ā
A/n: yeah im standing on business yo im actually writing. And i feel like Tamsy would be a mean dom but like kind of subtle about it. Like he would do shi that would make you think about it later and be like āthat little shit-ā yk? Anyways i love you guys!!!š«¶š½š«¶š½ byebyeš«¶š½
Thinking about a threesome, but it's just me and another dom competing to see who can ruin the cute, naive girl who watches us sitting on the bed with sparkling, eager eyes.
It's just a game, a constant back and forth of provocations. The bed is completely in disarray from our heated encounter. My body weight is completely on top of our girl, one of my arms around her neck and my teeth digging into her neck, my hips pounding hers mercilessly and we can hear how loud her wetness is as she takes my strap so well. My gaze can't be taken off the dom who watches me with a mixture of desire and impatience. And suddenly the cute little thing under me lets out a little cry of pleasure that makes me smirk with superiority, I wink at the dom who just rolls her eyes in response and pushes me away so she can claim her turn...
The night ends with our poor, adorable toy lying on the bed, her skin covered in kisses, bites, hickeys, breathing heavily and her mind wandering completely clouded...
And the other dom and I, with our breathing still agitated, can't stop challenging each other with our eyes.
clark saying ākeep cryingā in your try again ffšµāš« OH MY GOD i need more of mean clark and crying reader now
do you want to breathe? | c. kent
notes: This was a lot longer than I planned, but kinda got carried away. I'm a big sub!Clark believer, but I also give into peer pressure, so here is a nasty mean dom!Clark drabble
Work Count: 1.5k
tags/warnings: f reader, mean dom!Clark, oral (m receiving), boot grinding, breath play, calls reader a mutt, forceful blowjob, no use of y/n
part one
It was supposed to be a playful fight. You know you could never actually beat Clark in a fight, but you play wrestled anyway. Despite all the muscles and strength, he was slow, allowing you to escape by a hair. You liked seeing him actually assert his strength when he caught you, maybe thatās how you ended up in this position.
You're on your knees in front of him, his standing figure looming over your kneeling one. Two of his fingers are shoved deep down your throat as you gag, tears welling up in your eyes. The thing about Clark was that he didnāt even need to physically hold you down, just a few simple words and actions had you obeying him instantly.
āYou should be like this all the time. You look so much better on your knees and something in your mouth.ā His tone was dark and rich as his eyes fixated on your spasming throat. He let out a low chuckle.
āIs this too much? Well then, you really wonāt like what comes next.ā
Clarkās fingers pressed down on your tongue, causing your mouth to open even wider. His other hand went to his belt. You watched his fingers slowly undo it, the pace agonizing as the heat between your legs became unbearable. You tried to grind on the floor to relieve the tension, but his fingers went to the roof of your mouth and raised you slightly from the floor.
āDesperate little thing, arenāt you? Need to get your energy out somewhere?ā
Once his cock was free it was like your mind went blank. It hung heavy, tip leaking pre-cum as you watched it drip to the floor. You drooled around his fingers and tried to move closer, but his fingers in your mouth came out to grip your jaw, keeping you in place.
āPathetic little mutt needs a toy, donāt you? Stay nice and still for me, and maybe Iāll treat you nicely.ā His cruel words made you whine as you stared at him, not daring to move an inch.
He brought his cock to your face, slapping each cheek a few times. Your tongue darted out to try to get a taste of him and he laughed at your desperation. The weight of him against your cheek drove you insane as your body screamed for all of him. The smell of him, musky and so him, short circuited your brain. You moved your head to try to capture him in his mouth and he pulled away from you. Instead, his hand came up to your hair and pulled, yanking your head back to look at him.
Pupils wide, tears building in your eyes and your mouth open as you hissed in pain, it made him groan to see you so broken down, so needy. Someone so proud as yourself, always having the final say, and yet as soon as you see his cock you are on your knees, needy and pliant. It made his cock twitch.
āOpen wide, sunshine.ā The demand was pointless as his fingers were already prying your mouth open, but you tried to open wider anyway.
You stuck out your tongue, earning a groan from your boyfriend. He loved seeing you like this. Of course he was stronger than you, more domineering, but it was you like this that made him taste true power.
He rested his tip on your tongue and you closed your eyes, savoring the small taste you get. It made you moan, your warm breath fanning the head. It weighed heavy on your tongue, the promise of more as he stayed still.
Slowly, agonizingly, he moved. It was like heaven and hell as his cock became embraced by your warm mouth. Clark groaned at the feeling, giving praise as you sat there and took it. You focused on relaxing your throat, his girth always taking a moment to adjust, but it still stretched you to your limits. The hand in your hair softened and turned to pets.
āThere you go, nice and easy. This is what you needed, isnāt it? Just needed me to give you something to focus on, something to keep your brain empty.ā
You tried to nod but couldnāt as you felt him hit the back of your throat. He moaned at the feeling, still not all the way down your throat. You tried to move with him, keeping up the pace.
āRelax your throat,ā his voice dripped with lust. āIāll make it fit, whether you're relaxed or not.ā
You couldnāt help but rub your thighs together to relieve the pressure, your head swimming with him. He noticed and laughed at you, the sound mocking and in awe at your desperation. He shoved his foot between your legs.
āGrind on my boot like the mutt you are. All your thoughts dripping out your pussy, isnāt it?ā
You took the opportunity he gave you and moved against his shoe, moaning around him at the relief and need it instilled in you. Both his hands thread through your hair, taking hold of your roots as he shallowly thrust in. You gagged at the feeling, causing his hips to twitch again as your throat tightened around him.
āI love when you struggle. Causes your throat to get so fucking tight, squeezinā around me.āĀ
His hips snapped, forcing himself down your throat as he picked up the pace. You tried not to gag as he continually hit the back of your throat. You could do nothing but take it as he moved your head for you.
He brought you all the way down, burying your nose in his pubic bone. You looked up at him with tears falling, gagging and trying to breathe.
āImagine what the people at work would say. They think youāre so - fuck - so smart. And yet here you are, grinding on my shoe as you struggle to breathe.ā
Clark shoved in a little deeper before pulling you all the way off. You breathed deep, the air hurting your throat and lungs. You were light headed as he made you look up at him.
āThank you, sir.ā Your voice rasped, barely above a whisper.
āThatās right.ā He said with awe, admiring your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. But soon you were right back on him as he used your mouth like his own personal fleshlight, moving you to catch his high.
You were close, the combination of grinding on his shoe and him abusing your throat was too much. You looked up at him as he moved in and out of your throat, trying not to gag but ultimately failing as his size was too much.
āGo on then,ā he could see the pleading look in your eyes ārub that little clit for me and make yourself cum on my boot.ā Your hand flew to your pants and into your underwear as you gave yourself relief, moaning around his cock.
āAll wet and drippinā just from me fucking your throat. This is where you belong, isnāt it? On your knees, throat stretchinā around me, unable to even breathe.ā
You tried nodding your head, but the pace he was setting was too fast. You were right there and Clark knew it. He was close to, but he wanted you to cum first, wanted you to feel the humiliation of cumming on his boot.
He brought you back down to his pelvis, cock fully down your throat. Your wild eyes found him as you struggled to breathe, eyes blinking away the tears.
āDo you want to breathe or do you want to cum?ā He asked, but he already knew the answer. Your eyes fluttered shut as your hand sped up. It was dizzying the effect he had on you, and you were right there.
āOnce you cum, then Iāll let you breathe.ā
The shameful feeling that washed over you brought you to your climax as you started to twitch, grinding furiously on his boot. Clark watched as your face became red, your eyes closed and your throat constricting around him. No sound came out of you since you had no air. The orgasm that hit you was powerful, making you see stars. From the orgasm or lack of air you werenāt too sure, but the feeling was euphoric as you chased the high through your orgasm, the feeling of him in your throat too much.Ā
This ultimate show of his power over you was too much for him to see. He pulled out of your throat, causing you to fall back to the floor, too dizzy to keep yourself upright.
Through the spots in your vision you could see Clark above you, jerking himself over you. With a groan you could feel him cum on your heaving chest, your red face and your bruised lips. You lay there and take it, trying to catch your breath and come down from your orgasm.
A small smile graced your face as Clark looked you over, admiring the way your body will always listen to him and his corrupt mind.
Hold onā¦.dating Minho has so many perks!-ā¦.p*rn links!
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- Youāll have his hands on you all the time! Discreet touches and taps that get your heart racing and your skin all warm under his touch! It feels so nice and right!
- You have all his focus when youāre alone. From the moment you wake up to the minute youāre back in bed with him! Heās partial to spending his off days with you in bed just because itās way too comfortable to leave and youāre way too warm to separate from!
- You can be a little mean to him sometimes -just a little, though! Minho likes a challenge, loves to see you struggle when heās the one driving you to the edge, and god do you love it when he does!
- Youāre so entitled and so talkative. Sometimes the only thing he can do to shut you up and try to get some work done is by playing with you until thereās not a thought present in your head! And thatās just what you need!
- You have the chance to watch him practice. Admiring how he dances and runs through his vocal lines like itās second nature. You could watch him for hours and he wouldnāt mind in the slightest because when heās all done youāre the help him unwind! A nice treat after a session of hard work!
- You can overwork yourself sometimes -be a little stressed and overwhelmed and heāll completely understand! Minho doesnāt mind helping you get your mind off things. Always ready to soothe you just the same way you do for him!
- You get to send him all the cute videos you want! Even silly ones of cats or simple interests you have. Heāll respond to every single one -sometimes a little more enthusiastically than you expected but youāre not one to complain!
- Youād be his second half. The person he can confide in and relate to when others fall short of doing so.
- Youād be his whole world -even when heās a bit rough with you!ā¦
Had some fun with this oneā¦š¤
I refuse to call Twitterā¦āXāā¦.like be so frā¦itās still TWITTER !! Anyways good night my loves! Iām going on a shopping spree tmr and I need my beauty rest for it! š¤
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I wish I was dry humping an adorable little puppy who couldn't do anything but whine and beg for my dick. And if I'm feeling mean I'd throw in a "oh baby, does it hurt? Yeah? Oh I'm so sorry... you want me to 'just fuck you already?' Oh sweetie, you know I can't do that"
In my pure and wonderful fantastic imagination, my f/os love when Iām mean to them in bed.
They love when I shove their face in my pussy and demand they eat the meal Iāve so lovingly made for them, or when I stuff my panties in their mouth as a makeshift gag, or when my nibbling turns into biting, or when I deny them their orgasm over and over and over again.
In my imagination, my f/os love me and will go through hell if it means I get to feel better by releasing some stress
God I just want to have a girl against me on my lap, my hands roaming her body lightly, fingers gently tracing her sensitive spots, but never enough to satisfy. And then I want to suddenly slip a finger inside her to work her up, curling fast and her poor little brain just canāt keep up with the switch, when every single bit of sensation suddenly disappears again and itās back to light, teasing touches. I keep switching up the time in between each flip, keeping up the anticipation, she continuously writhes, trying desperately to keep up, but never able to, and I just keep building her up just like that until sheās practically sobbing for relief
