Why Are You, As A Beefy Man, Not Laying On Top Of Me (naked)?

Why are you, as a beefy man, not laying on top of me (naked)?

mean keegan ): orgasm denial, ruined orgasms, punishment, condescending keegan too <3 brat taming i guess???

he's so unbelievably mean. always edging you, denying your orgasm, or sometimes plain ruining them just for a little laugh. he talked in that slow, deep, condescending voice that makes your cheeks flush in humiliation. he goads you, sugar-coated words that sound sweet but are just filth. 

and you had enough one night, attempting to take control and give him a taste of his own medicine. the only problem was that keegan was unbreakable. 

"come on, you can do better than that, right?" he chuckles in your ear, arms folded beneath his head as he watches you slowly bounce on his cock, "you're not going to make me cum like this, you know."

you glare at him with teary eyes, making it much less threatening than you intended, "i'm not doing this to make you cum! i wanna cum."

he raises a brow at that. it should have been a red flag but you were too distracted by the way he prodded against your cervix when you sunk all the way down on him, wrapping him up in the tight heat of your cunt. 

"is that so?" he asked slowly, cocking his head to the side as he watched you. 

he had to admit, you were cute like this. your hands planted against his chest, fisting his shirt. you hadn't even bothered to strip him, simply fishing his cock from his pants and stuffing yourself full. you were completely naked and he was grateful for that because it meant he got to watch your pretty tits bounce as you eagerly fucked yourself on him. 

your arms trembled from supporting yourself and he could tell you were quickly tiring yourself out from the bouncing. but your moans were so sweet and the way your eyes rolled when you managed to hit a particularly pleasurable spot was enough for him to allow you to continue.

"you strugglin' there, sweetheart?" he chuckles, lopsided grin widening when you glare at him.

"sh-shut up," you snap, "c-can't concentrate with you running your stupid mouth."

he chuckled again, much darker than before but you didn't notice. too preoccupied by your own wet cunt full of fat cock. 

you were cute but this little attitude you had wasn't. 

"you should watch it, darlin'" he warned, giving you a chance to change your attitude.

"shut up." you snapped again, this time moving to slap your hand over his mouth. 

he huffed, staring at you through his lashes. you worked your hips over him, bouncing on his cock eagerly. your thighs twitched as you moaned, whining as the pleasure grew and grew with each sloppy movement. 

you were so wet, dripping down his cock and leaving a creamy little ring around the base of him. he wanted to make a comment but your hand was over his mouth and he wasn't going to move it. he wanted you to make the smart decision and do it yourself before you regretted it. 

but you were lost in pleasure. your orgasm building and building. he could tell with the way your eyes rolled back and your pussy pulsed and clenched in that familiar way. 

he counted down in his head. 

3...2...1...

just as the orgasm you worked so hard for began to wash over you, he had you pinned against the bed, a hand around your throat to keep you in place. he pulled his cock from the tight clutch of your cunt, watching as you thrashed and wailed in agony as your orgasm faded, washing through you with absolutely none of the pleasure. ruined. 

keegan simply stared down at you with cold indifference as little tears trickled down your cheeks. you glared up at him, hands slapping his shoulders and chest in frustration. 

"i told you to watch it," he explained, cocking his head as you tearfully stared up at him in defeat, "i tried to be nice, baby, but you had to push it."

"keegan..." you whined in despair, sinking into the pillows.

"i know, baby," he cooed, that irritatingly conscending tone making its appearance, "but i had to teach you a lesson." 

"i'm sorry..." you tried pathetically, "i'll be good, kee."

he huffed through his nose, "too late for that, baby," he reached up to wipe a stray tear away from your cheek, "here's what's going to happen. i'm gonna fuck you. i'm going to cum and fill you up. you're not going to cum at all and if you do i'm gonna ruin it like i just did. understood?"

your soft features dissolve into sniffly little tears as you shake your head and babble, trying to convince him to let you cum, to make you cum. but a firm glare from him and squeeze to your throat has you agreeing with a pathetic sniffle. 

"good," he sighs, slowly pressing his cock back inside your sticky, pliant little cunt, "maybe if you apologize for being such a brat, i'll think about letting you cum once tomorrow. so be sweet and tell me how sorry you are, darlin'."

IM DOIN BREATHING EXERCISES FR BRO

“use your words, love.”

but he’s shoving his fingers deeper into your mouth as he coos down at you, telling you how pretty you look going all stupid for him :(((

— JOHN PRICE

valid point that everyone thinks miles is bigger , but i think lyle is bigger because of this tail . lyle’s tail is thicker than miles’ so he has to be bigger , right ?

Yes! I totally agree! Miles might have it longer but Lyle definitely beats his girth, his tail proves that!

🤭

why do you hate me?

tf141 men reacting to their spoiled gf saying “why do you hate me?” when she isn’t getting enough attention.

warnings -> 18+, f!reader, dom + sub dynamics, brat taming, allusions of impact play [spanking], petnames.

CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE

“excuse me?”

john’s eyebrows raise almost comically high. if it wasn’t for the stern glare taking over his features, you’d be giggling by now. instead you stay standing in front of him, shuffling on your feet with the same big pout you murmured your dumb question through. you despise making him upset with you—

at the same time, though… you feel those little sparks in your tummy when he pushes himself back from his desk and pats his lap. beckoning you to come sit on those strong thighs so he can sweet talk some sense to you. your feet can’t move fast enough, shuffling in your soft socks against the carpet. the rough denim of his jeans rubs against your own uncovered thighs as you shuffle in his lap.

“don’t ya think you’re being a silly girl?” it’s a simple question, but one you’re not exactly prepared for nonetheless.

your eyes meet his and there’s no way you can possibly shy away from his gaze. so you nod dumbly, and john’s chest rumbles with an approving hum. a strong hand cradles the back of your head, coaxing you to relax against his chest so he can put an end to this bratty streak you have in you rearing it’s ugly head.

SIMON GHOST RILEY

“what the fuck are y’on about?”

“just forget it, simon.” you bite back, turning on your heel to march away from him.

you hear his heavy sigh and it’s only a matter of seconds before the pair of big hands he has squeezes your waist, pulling you back into him until he’s able to growl right over the shell of your ear. you turn your head, tilting it upwards and meeting his fury filled eyes. it takes everything in you not to grin wildly and piss him off more than you already have— especially when you can practically feel the soreness his fingers will leave behind in your sides already.

“dumb pet,” he grits out, “could never hate you, not even when you act like this…”

at those words, you press a gentle kiss to his masked lips. and you know for a fact he’s rolling his eyes, tired of your theatrical tendencies and outbursts, but that doesn’t stop him from nudging your nose with his own. from pulling you closer and snorting out a breathy laugh.

“you’re still gonna fuckin’ get it later, y’know that right?”

JOHNNY SOAP MACTAVISH

“how dare ye?”

you know— you just know— that you’ve really fucked up this time. why would you say such a thing? why would you be such a nasty girl to the man who does everything for you? sure, he didn’t have his eyes on you for a bit— bless him, he just wanted to decompress after some training. and here you come, stomping over to him like a proper fusspot.

in a second, you’re tugged into his lap by your wrist. you clumsily fall on top of him but johnny is quick to readjust you, to make sure you’re getting a good look at his disappointed face.

“do ye even know what you’re saying?” he speaks lowly, doesn’t care how much your bottom lip wobbles under his harsh tone, “because i really don’t think ye do.”

“johnny, i’m sorry— i really—” you attempt blubbering out. however he presses his thick index finger against your pout, shushing you in an instant.

“fucked up again, bonnie.” he tsks.

maybe he’s right. you don’t know what you’re saying. you know better; you know what he likes to be called when you two find yourselves in situations just like this one, when you need to be put in your place. that’s why you don’t resist when he guides you to lay over his lap tummy down…

KYLE GAZ GARRICK

“princess, come on…”

kyle begins, treading carefully around your huffing form. strong arms loop around you from behind, humming softly when you melt right into him despite your bratty demeanor. you can feel him smile against the side of your warm face, while his scent and warmth invades your senses, calming you down immediately.

“you know that’s the farthest from the truth,” he whispers, kissing your cheek with an obnoxious smooching sound tacked on to each one. it prompts you to giggle and kyle laughs right along with you when he sees how much your nose scrunches up with happiness.

“there’s my sweet girl!”

he squeezes his arms around you, ignoring you when you shamefully apologize for being so ridiculous… because he knows deep down in his heart he’d let you get away with murder. so he shushes you with more kisses and murmurs about just how much he loves you, and plans on doing the same thing between your pretty thighs later on.

⋆˙✧⋆｡ biting ft . miles quaritch — kinktober day 13

warnings . established relationship , recom ! miles , recom ! reader , sniffing , biting ofc , tail pulling pet names ( pumpkin + cupcake )

you knew your boyfriend liked things rough. both of you now brought back as recoms, you found your new favorite way to get him riled up. you knew his sense of smell was top notch, being able to smell your need for him before you entered the room.

‘’ colonel, can i see you for a moment. ” you peeked. your head in the room where his squad was, waving to the recoms as your eyes went back to your boyfriend. his eyes narrowed, his tail behind him swaying in uncoordinated intervals. he pushed himself off his favorite wall and walked over to you, chest puffing as he stands in front of you.

“ room. now. ” he snarled. you nodded once, walking in front of him. you smiled to yourself, tail swishing in front of him in excitement. when you reached his room, the door barely closed properly before you were pressed against the wall.

“ christ, y’reek pumpkin. ” he mumbled against your nape, his hand gripping the base of your queue. you whined, tail wrapping around your boyfriend’s arm. you didn’t fight the urge of your hips, they pushed against his, a silent plea of. what you really wanted.

in a flash, miles pulled you from the wall, turning you around, his grip on your braid never wavering as he pulled your face to his, lips only a hair away.

“ strip. ” you don’t think another moment as you obey his order, leaving yourself bare in front of him. he grins, fangs showing as he twirls his finger, a gesture for you to turn around. with your back to him, miles’s eyes waste no time dancing over your form. he grips the back of your neck, pushing you down onto the bed in front of you, hardness in his cargo pants pushing against your hips. you mewl, your head pulled back as your boyfriend takes a long draw of your scent, a clear indication of your arousal. before you can beg for him to touch you, to do anything, his lips find purchase on your neck, the sweet whine that left your lips crumbled his already low resolve in an instant. his lips parted and his fangs sank into the junction of your neck. a our moan ripped through you as you felt miles mark you. pleasure running through you, you didn’t feel his lips leave you nor his belt buckle releasing. a hand pressed between your shoulder blades brought you back to the present, the mushroom tip of his cock pressing at your folds.

“ gotta thing f’bites, don’cha, cupcake? ” you nodded mindlessly,

“ please miles..need you. ” you reached a hand back but he wrapped your wrist in his, pressing it against your lower back,

“ shhhh, i’ll give it to ya when m’ready. ” he leaned over your form, fangs drawing down your blue skin before sinking into your waist, where his hands would take refuge.

your body shook from the pleasure, back arching into the bed. you pressed your thighs together, desperate for release. his tongue lapped over the mark, before drawing up your spine. he pressed his forehead into your back, committing your scent to memory. you wiggled, mumbling incoherent words, begging for his cock.

“ al’right i hear ya. ” he lifted his head from your back, bringing his cock back to your puffy lips, pressing into you.

when miles gripped the base of your tail, that was the moment you knew you weren’t getting off so easy.

it’s safe to say that miles has a thing for biting now, him using your body as a canvas to display his marks.

published . october 13 , 2023