Meg, darling, loml, I have John Marino thoughts for you, at this point, when don’t I!
Today’s thought is about John wearing a collar and giving you the leash to control him as he eats you out 🙂↕️
I know you can do this such justice, love you always queen <3
You ask, you shall receive🙂↕️
[Collar and leash themes]
Not often do you come home to John, he’s usually out at practice or something work related but not often is he waiting desperately on his knees, faux leather collar around his neck with the chain leash in his hands either. But it’s not like you’re complaining. Deep and unhinged moans fall from your tongue, letting him hear how his tongue lapping through your sopping folds makes you feel, one of your legs over his shoulder and held there by his hand that paws at your thigh. This is exactly what you needed, wanted, after work, clearing your head with soft sucking to your clit, his curls brushing over the nerves of your inner thigh and an electric current flowing to through your body, making hairs stand on end, nipples pebble beneath your bra and hand winding around the chain, shortening the leash to keep him close, as if pulling him into your cunt. Just holding the hand strap isn’t enough, you need him like oxygen, a simple tug on the leash makes his dick twitch and chest fizzle.
“That’s my good boy,” you praise in a singsong tone, John’s hands gliding to grip your hips, the flat of his tongue licking a slow stripe through your folds, the tip flicking over your clit in fast motions and pulling a breathy whine from your chest, “fuck, right there!”
He softly moans, the vibrations enough stimulation for you to release long and whiny moans, tugging at the leash the deeper his tongue indulged in you. But a sharp whimper breathes from your lips, your jaw slacking open and eyes fluttering back as the tip of his tongue rims the edge of your hole, his nose pressing and bumping against your clit as your other hand grips onto his hair roughly.
“John!” You wail, wishing you could spread your thighs wider, giving him more access to devour your cunt that leaks with arousal and his spit, feeling the dribbles tickle down your legs.
Heaven has never tasted so good to him, he’s been waiting all day for this, been thinking about it all day too. From the second coach gave the team a scolding, he’s been dying for his safe space and now he’s eagerly burying his face between your thighs, tongue taking it’s time in lapping up any juices it can lick from the crevices, relishing every pornographic sound his lips around your clit can pull from you and resisting the urge to palm his aching cock.
He pulls back, your pussy missing the warmth of his tongue but his lips brush against you when he speaks in a husky tone, “Taste so fucking good, baby.”
You tug at the leash, the chain rattling and his grin spreading wider. He gazes up with soft eyes, glazed over with adoration as he presses a sweet kiss to your clit while you can’t keep your eyes off him, it’s such a pathetic gaze but it makes your stomach fizz with desire the longer you get lost in the pools of dark brown. The way his hands gently caress along your thighs feels euphoric, the rough skin over your soft skin, the tickles that wriggle through your body and alleviates the stress from your head, shoulders relaxing.
“Show me how good I taste then, make me cum, Johnny.” You coo, in a dreamy state that squeezes his chest and fills his heart.
“Need some encouragement first.” He kisses your inner thigh slowly, giving the flesh a nip with his canine. You give the leash two quick tugs, exactly what he’s asking for and exactly how you signal him when you need him. “Atta girl.”
His eyes slowly close as he dives back in, tongue burying into your cunt with licks at the perfect pace, paying extra attention to your clit, his nodding movements ensuring his nose hits the right places. It’s mind-numbing, the way he eats you out with rhythm, your head lolling back and mouth parting, releasing small huffs that elongate into soft moans, sweat prickling down your back and the urge to suddenly rip all your clothes off consumes you.
“Fuck- fuck, yes, oh God-” you blubber out, chest panting and your grip around the leash becoming loose the more you let pleasure build in your stomach, until it’s on the edge and you don’t want to hold it anymore. It’s been a tight pulling for so long now, winding up with every minute John lapped at your cunt, and he deserves the reward. Your lips turn up in the corners as your wail out a deep and wanton moan, the twisting in your core flushing down your legs and all you can hear is him slurping up an onslaught of cum, his hums of content nothing but overstimulating but the high in your veins and head cradles you. You tilt your head forward lazily, cheeks burning, watching him lap with greed, fast, his fingers digging into your skin as to keep you there until he’s done and you croak out, “Swallow it, swallow all of it, pretty boy. I know you want to.”
“My good boy, always know what to do. Gimme a kiss.” You push his head away, cum dripping down his chin and take his face in your palms, leaning down and pressing your lips to his, getting a taste of yourself when your tongue finds his.
John slowly stands, his hands sliding to hold your hips, mouth moving with yours as the chain rattles, heads nodding in time with each other and for a moment, you forget the situation you’re in.
He murmurs against your lips, his stubble rough under your palms and his voice deep, “Think you can take another round, pretty girl?”
“When you’re collared up like this, how can I say no?” You cock your eyebrow at him, leading him through the apartment to the bedroom, the chain dangling between you two as he follows obediently, gaze hooded and filled with desire.
Your legs hit the edge of the bed, and you sit down, crawl back as he follows until you’re leaning against the pillows. John spreads your knees, opening you up before pressing his lips to your inner thigh and letting them linger there, his curls brushing over your skin and jolting tingles through you. You thread your fingers through his hair, his lips leaving your skin and nose brushing your clit all over again, the throbbing feeling returning as desire kindles in your core. You loll your head into your shoulder, giving a small and sultry giggle, awaiting his tongue.
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"Now, now...Husk. I believe you've forgotten your place." Alastor's voice came out rather menacing and staticky in a way as he laughed. "I find it quite rude for you to be talking about me behind my back, I heard everything that you told our dear friend, Angel Dust." He then yanked Husk's leash towards him, looming over the former Overlord.
It's clear that Alastor has taken extreme measures and he is furious. "Amuse me, did you find it funny that I had to leave in the middle of a fight due to getting injured?" He tightened his grip on Husk's leash as his grin widened even more. "Do you really have such a problem with me having control of you? You should be lucky that you're still alive and that I didn't kill you just like the former Overlords."
"Trust me, I can't kill you or get rid of you because the rest of our friends cares a lot about you and I'd rather not get on Angel Dust or the Princess of Hell's bad side." His eyes glowed a bright ruby red as he crouched down to Husk's height. "Husk, you're going to have to make it up to me if you'd rather keep your skin well-intact."
My friend has been on a Mack kick lately to torture me and they mentioned something about getting you a collar and I was wondering about more egos and if they would or not
Dark
will absolutely get you a collar, whether it's your idea or his idk
thick, black leather collar with a large ring at the front
maybe even a tag with a nickname on it (darling, baby, etc)
likes to hook his finger into the ring when he's fucking you
uses his Void tendrils as a leash if you're into that
Murdock
it's entirely his idea and honestly, you're not entirely sold on it until you feel it around your throat
it's a dark crimson with a velvety finish, maybe even a lace trim if you like that
will curl his fingers under the band to make it tighter, stealing your breath
it's inconspicous enough that you can wear it out and, if you do, he'll corner you into the first private place he can find and fuck you until you can barely walk
Night
a thick black, leather collar with a sapphire in the shape of a crescent moon on the front
insists you wear it everywhere and the weight of it around your neck is a nice reminder of who you belong to
he likes to leave hickeys around it to accentuate it
he has a matching ring so when he wraps his hand around your throat they look so pretty next to each other
Honorable Mentions:
Eric
you're the one that brings up the idea and he's nervous about it at first until you put it on him for the first time
all his nervous, anxious thoughts just seem to disapper when he's wearing it, like the collar gives him permission to just enjoy his baser desires
Yancy
he asks you for it one day while the two of you are in bed together
you get him one that connects to a pair of handcuffs and he fucking loves it
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bYE the long drabble you posted about cl steve filming legacy in heat and ending it with something about his rut,,, i'm frotting at the thought of legacy actually having to get collared and leashed to steve's bed bc she keeps trying to escape. rut steve's so out of it that he manhandles her more than he usually would that she's in tears and has bruises the shape of his hands on her boobs and thighs and ass, and all the frat bros can hear her crying and moaning and the bed ramming into the wall, legacy can hear them laughing at her misery and it makes her cry even more
(hehe here's the long drabble)—oh my, I didn't even think of that. hehe, tiny thots below:
you didn't hear it from me, but he has a custom collar made for you, with a little pendant that says 'Property of Steve' (or 'Steve's baby'🥺) and you end up liking it so much that you don't mind him leaving it on while you walk around the frat house, bc then everyone knows who you belong to, as if they weren't sure before
