The Popular Vote

The livestream always happens on midnight of Saturday. There’s a hefty buy-in to be able to tune in but that never stops the audience from growing in number every stream. Every viewer has one ballot per round, each round is different. Cast your ballot before the vote ends and the majority option gets played out in real-time.

This Saturday night, I made the mistake of staying overtime at work, and I missed the last train home. Which meant walking alone on a dark path that, in the daylight, would be a breezy twenty minute stroll. But at night, it’s a different story. And clearly, since that dark trek put me in the perfect position to be taken away in a van by men who were interested in seeing me crying and screaming in pain and pleasure, at the whim of a merciless audience.

When I wake up, I’m naked and tied up, arms and legs spread out, suspended from the ceiling, with each foot on a small platform that offered enough support to take the strain off my arms and shoulders but not enough to offer any true leverage.

It takes me a few minutes to shake off the grogginess of whatever sedative they’d drugged me with, but when I do, I feel my blood run cold.

I’m surrounded by massive screens, several of which show live footage of my predicament from different angles. The screen that scares me the most is the one showing a live chat feed, with a constant barrage of messages coming in from viewers. The set-up is terrifyingly sophisticated and fear curdles my stomach in a way that makes tears well up in my eyes.

“Please! Please let me go!” I cry into the cold, unfeeling room of machinery and screens. My body struggles against the bindings but there’s no give. There’s no audible reply but I watch the chat light up with comments that make me shudder.

“I fucking love when the whores beg before we’ve even started.”

“She’s hot when she’s squirming, can’t wait to see how much she struggles tonight.”

“I wanna see her beg for mercy. Not that there will be any.”

I sob harder, tears making the chat box blurry in my vision. It doesn’t take long for me to figure out that there’s no one and nothing saving me from whatever is going to happen here.

Suddenly, a robotic voice fills the room. “Welcome to The Popular Vote. For those of you who are new to the show, please remember that each of you have a single vote to cast during every round. Vote in the allotted time and our team will implement the majority vote’s decision. Please enjoy the show.”

I gasp when the door to the room opens and four men walk in, dressed in identical black uniforms with masks covering their faces.

“Please! Please, let me go, this is a mistake!” My desperate voice fills the room but has no impact on the men, they didn’t even look in my direction, instead walking past me towards a storage cabinet behind me.

I watch through the camera’s footage as they open the cabinets and start to pull out item after item. Each one makes me more and more scared as they pull out various toys, vibrators, and other devices and machines I don’t even recognize.

There’s an electronic ding that fills the room and the same robotic voice is back. “Our first poll is beginning. Please vote now. Option 1 is subjecting our victim to clitoral stimulation by vibrator. Option 2 is vaginal penetrative stimulation by fucking machine.”

I cry out, “Wait, no, please! I don’t want this, please stop!” I watch in vain as the votes start to roll in on the screen, a feeling of helplessness overwhelming me as I watch two competing bars increase in percentage on the screen as viewers place their ballots.

There’s a robotic series of dings that sound, signaling the final few seconds of voting and through my panic, I see that the second option has pulled ahead of the first.

I choke out another sob as I watch the four men in the room start moving towards me. Two of them are rolling a machine over, a motorized piston with a massive dildo attached to the end of it. Clearly it’s meant for me.

“Please, please, no, I don’t want this, please stop!” I know it’s useless to beg but I can’t help it. My voice is shaky and thin with apprehension and I can tell it has no effect on any of the men. I glance to the chat box and the messages there make me feel even more helpless.

“That whore is going to love that machine, these little sluts always do.”

“I hope she squirts and cries when she realizes she likes this, stupid whore is going to get fucking ruined.”

In the few moments I spent reading comments, the men have rolled the fucking machine right under me and started to raise it to reach my core.

With my legs tied down and spread, there is nothing protecting me from the toy and it’s violation of me. I feel the tip of the fake cock brush my core and I thrash pointlessly, barely able to move to make a difference.

As the machine continues to rise, I feel my stomach clench when I realize that my pussy is wet. I gasp when I feel the tip of the dildo breach my core, the thickness of the toy filling me so well that I can’t help but groan. The machine continues, pushing the toy slowly and steadily filling my cunt. My back arches as I feel it rub against every part of my now-dripping cunt and I whine when it finally comes to a stop, fully seated inside of me.

I’m panting, the massive dildo splitting me open in a way that feels so fucking good. I clench around it and whimper when pleasure shoots up my spine. I glance at the livestream and see my own image, my eyes wild and body heaving from the pleasure of just having the toy inside of me. The chat box is flooded with comments about me, the way I look, the sounds I make, and the anticipation of what is to come.

Suddenly, one of the men in the room toggles a switch on the machine, and it begins.

My scream is drawn-out and wanton in response to the indescribable pleasure that floods my every sense. The men set the machine at a relentless pace, the huge cock driving into my cunt ruthlessly at a pace that is virtually inhuman.

I’m lost in the sensation of every single thrust sliding against my g-spot and slamming into my cervix, the perfect blend of pain and pleasure. I can feel my body trembling at the onslaught of raw, unadulterated pleasure and the sounds that the machine is pulling from my lips could make a pornstar blush. I can feel the creeping warmth of an orgasm fast approaching as the machine fucks me into submission.

Suddenly, an electronic ding sounds. The robotic voice comes on again, with an announcement that barely registers in my pleasure-scrambled brain. “Please vote to determine the next step. Option 1 subjects our victim to forced orgasms, option 2 is edging and orgasm denial, and option 3 is ruined orgasms.”

I whine and plead but I don’t even know what I’m begging for. My eyes are too unfocused to see the progression of the vote, and of the options, I can’t even begin to fathom which would be the best. I hear the three dings that signal the vote has ended and I force my eyes to focus on the screen, my stomach clenching when I see the result: ruined orgasms.

The machine hasn’t relented on its motions, each thrust driving into my wet cunt in a way that is so perfectly and achingly torturous. My clit is throbbing and part of me wishes I could grind it against something, anything to give me a little more stimulation to push me over the edge. But there’s nothing beyond the machine forcing its cock deep inside of me, making me ride the wave of pleasure that pushes me towards to precipice of a massive orgasm. I feel my entire body tense in response to the impending onslaught of pleasure and my pussy clenches around the dildo splitting me open.

Two more hard thrusts pushes me over the edge and I let out a moaning scream as I feel the tension snap and my body clenches in burning pleasure. A seemingly endless wave of overwhelming and uncontrollable pleasure slams into me as my orgasm erupts. At that exact moment, the toy inside of me a delivers a horrible jolt of electricity, one that slams through my cunt and cruelly and abruptly yanks my body away from pleasure.

The pain takes my breath away but my body reacts more to my ruined orgasm than it does the shock. My moan turns into a wail as useless pleas pour out of my mouth, tears running down my cheeks as I feel the toy continue to fuck me through the disappointment of an orgasm it forced upon me. There’s a cruel emptiness inside of me despite the unrelenting fake cock that fills me with every thrust and a gut-wrenching, unfulfilling hunger that overtakes the pleasure that was horribly ripped away from me.

“Ah, fuck, please, please make it stop!” My voice is ragged and desperate as I plead for mercy from an uncaring audience. The men in the room are maintaining their cold indifference towards my suffering as the machine under their control continues to batter my body.

I feel my body shudder in overstimulation as the merciless machine pushes me closer to another orgasm. There’s no break or respite and my pleas fall onto deaf ears.

And as before, just as I feel my orgasm approaching, the feverish pleasure barely rises within me before it’s ripped away, ruined by the delivery of a shocking pain through my pussy that makes me scream in anguish.

The next time it happens, I hear myself wail out desperate cries and pleas that are met with silence. The time after that, my body jerks pitifully in the bindings as every muscle tenses in grief. The one following is the strongest one yet, the constant buildup and denial pushing my body to the brink of tortured pleasure. As the achingly sweet orgasm barrels through me, my pussy clenches down and gushes with my release. I can feel my own juices flowing down my legs, but my squirting orgasm isn’t any different than the previous cruelly ruined ones. The impeccably-timed electric shock yanks my body back from what would have been a mind-shattering, toe-curling sensation and leaves me feeling hollow and helpless.

After that, I stop keeping track of the ruined orgasms. My body should have been shuddering from the overstimulation of countless orgasms but instead, it aches with a voracious, unfulfillable ache that creates an unbearable cycle of horrible, desperate need barely satisfied with every orgasm until it’s torn away. The predictability of it does nothing to assuage the torment, it only makes it worse, to have every beautiful moment of pleasure marred by the inevitable loss that I can do nothing about.

An electronic ding breaks through the haze, another round. The machine beneath me pauses and I choke back a sob at the temporary relief, desperately try to focus on the words that are being announced.

“Our next round will be introducing pharmacological enhancements and orgasm denial. Please select to determine which of the following will be administered to our victim. Option 1 is administration of our proprietary aphrodisiac with no excess stimulation. Option 2 is administration of our proprietary numbing treatment with clitoral stimulation by vibrator.”

My mind wraps around the meaning behind the announcement and I feel myself tremble with desperation. I want nothing more than to cum, just to feel the full, body-shaking, mind-numbing torrent of pleasure that will flood me when a full, uninterrupted orgasm washes over me. But it’s clear that they have other plans.

I watch as the votes roll in, my heart pounding as the two options are very evenly matched in popularity. I brave a glance at the chat box and whimper when I see the comments.

“I fucking love driving a whore insane with denial. I wonder what kind of promises she’ll make to try and convince us to let her cum.”

“If she were mine, I’d never let her cum again. Sluts don’t deserve orgasms.”

Three dings break my concentration and I swing my gaze over to see the results. Option 2 has won out, but barely. I whimper softly as the four men immediately begin to set up. I watch as they wheel the fucking machine out from under me. A blush stains my cheeks when I see the dildo dripping in slick, evidence of my countless ruined orgasms.

I watch through heavy lidded eyes as one of the men reached for a small container. He deftly opens it and dips a gloved finger in, his finger coming out coated in a creamy ointment.

I watch as he comes towards me, his ointment-covered fingers coming to meet my clit in a soft motion that makes me cry out. He is thorough as he rubs the ointment onto my clit, his fingers gently moving against me, offering a delicious friction that pushes me closer towards another orgasm.

The curling warmth of an oncoming rush builds in my core but before I could fully embrace the pleasure, he pulls away and I choke out a whine. “No please, please I’m so close,” my voice is so broken to my own ears but not enough to sway the man.

They wheel out a different machine, this one shaped like a saddle, lined with ridges that line up perfectly to vibrate against and wreak havoc on my sensitive clit. It doesn’t take long for the men to position the machine underneath me. I feel the cold material of the machine against my burning hot pussy and without even thinking about it, I start to grind myself against it. A broken moan leaves my lips at the pleasure that fills me and I whine softly, trying harder to move myself to rub my throbbing clit against the machine that was very quickly starting to dampen from my dripping cunt.

I know without looking at my own image on the livestream that I made for a shameful display of wanton lust and desperation but I couldn’t bring myself to care. My hips move desperately, the bindings making it so that my movements were limited but not impossible. My eyes drift shut as I chase the pleasure, continuing to grind against the machine.

I can feel myself approaching my orgasm, a few more moments and I could almost taste the sweet pleasure. But something was wrong. Even as I rolled my hips against the machine, I could feel sensation fading in between my legs. My clit throbs and aches but the feeling of the ridges against me has become muted, and no matter how hard I grind myself against the machine, the result was the same and I’m faced with the reality that the orgasm I was chasing so closely is too far out of reach now.

I cry out, begging into the void, “Please, no, please! Make it come back, please! I need to cum, I need it!”

My begs are met with silence and I glance towards the chat box, hoping to see something, anything, that would bring me relief. But there’s nothing but cruel, taunting comments.

“Dumb fucking whore doesn’t even understand what’s happening to her stupid body.”

“They haven’t even turned on the machine yet and she’s crying. I love when sluts realize that there’s nothing they can do against the numbing cream.”

“Her clit is so fucking swollen, I hope she doesn’t get a good orgasm at all tonight.”

Suddenly, the machine beneath me roars to life. I gasp when I feel the vibrations course through my body, the harsh motion batters my clit, but instead of being overwhelmed with pleasure, all I can feel is a vague sensation. I sob when the real understanding of what is happening sinks in. The numbing cream they used on me has left me completely unable to feel the machine. I can feel my pussy clenching in need, dripping over the machine uselessly, unable to enjoy any of it. There are wordless whines and begs erupting from my lips as I chase an unreachable end. I beg because there’s nothing else I can do, and because I know that’s what the audience wants to see.

As my mind wraps around this knowledge, I feel broken. My pussy clenches at the understanding that I’m here purely for other people’s entertainment. My suffering is for their enjoyment, and every orgasm ruined, denied, or forced out of my helpless body is done so without any regard to me or my pleasure. I stare into the camera as the machine underneath me batters my clit in a way that should be making me scream. Despite that realization, or maybe because of that realization, my cunt is leaking and clenching and throbbing. My entire being has narrowed to my clit and my cunt, the ghost sensations of pleasure brushing against my psyche.

My mind is fracturing under the torment of nothing. It tries to rationalize, to make feeling where there is none, and if I really focus, I can fool myself into believing that my clit isn’t numb, isn’t blind to the torturous machine that should be pulling orgasm after orgasm out of me. I don’t know how long I’m suspended in nothingness, how long I’m held in this punishing situation of unreachable pleasure.

Three dings pull me out of my mindless misery. My eyes jump to the screen, seeing the chat light up with excited comments about what’s the come. The robotic voice fills the room.

“We reach the end of our night together and our final poll, please vote now. Option 1 allows our victim to be subjected to forced orgasms after we administer the antidote to the numbing cream in combination with targeted electrostimulation while option 2 involves continued denial with impact play and flogging.”

I can’t stop myself from screaming into the room. “Please! Please, fuck, please let me cum! Please!”

I writhe and renew my struggling, starting to futilely grind myself against the vibrator, hoping that the vote will go in my favor. My eyes glance towards to chat box, my heart pounding in anticipation as I read the flood of messages, hoping desperately for mercy.

“I don’t think this fucking whore deserves to cum tonight, I’d rather see her get her tits whipped.”

“I want to see her pass out from being forced to cum over and over again. Plus I wanna see her tight little body shake with electricity.”

My eyes flit to the results of the poll and my heart leaps when I realize option 1 is pulling ahead. Three dings confirm the results of the vote and immediately, I see one of the men approach me with the antidote.

I sob when his fingers brush this new ointment over my swollen clit and all I can do is babble out whines of gratitude. It doesn’t take long for the antidote to take effect as the vibration of the toy begins to wreck me.

There’s no slow, soft build of pleasure. There’s only pure, bone-shattering sensation that slams into me. It tears my breath away and my body erupts in orgasm. The countless denied and ruined orgasms from the beginning of the night seem to have compounded into one horrible explosion of pleasure that rips through me.

I have no sense of the world around me, my entire being has narrowed to the overwhelming wave of sensation. My cunt pulses, spraying my release over the machine that offers me no respite as it forces my body to unimaginable heights.

Suddenly, a sharp jolt of pain along my side breaks into my haze. My eyes dart over and I see the four men crowded around me, each holding an electric wand that pulses a harsh zap through me at every touch.

“No! Please! Stop!” I scream, my voice pitching higher as the men start their torment. Quick jabs around the soft skin of my stomach, hips, thighs, and arms make me scream and thrash but none of that dulls any of the feeling from the vibrator between my legs.

The pain and pleasure rocks through my body and mind, both blending together in a cruel medley that draws wordless screams from my throat. Another orgasm slams through me right as I feel a terrible zap on my nipple. The scream that bursts out of me makes my own ears ache. My psyche is cracking under the onslaught of torment and there’s not a single part of my body that isn’t screaming in overstimulation. I’m nothing more than a collection of raw nerves and throbbing muscles.

The next zap hits the exposed part of my clit and my ears ring as my vision fades to black. That’s the last thing I remember from that night.

When I wake up the next morning, I’m home, in my own bed, my body achingly sore and exhausted. I glance to my bedside table and I see an envelope. In it is a USB and a note with a phone number.

“Enjoy the footage, we certainly did. Call us if you want a repeat.”

I crawl out of bed to grab my laptop and phone, and I save the number to my contacts.

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Author's Note: I think this is my longest story yet and hope y'all enjoy! Also, I like to imagine this happens in the same universe as Pay to Play, and I'm jealous because I want to live in that universe ;)

Let's just hope no one heard us....

Soooo.... (We're not going to talk about the fact I was going for a while.... i might have or might have not gotten my heart broken) but anyways we're back! Sooo here's that soap smut I promised!

Johnny Mactavish x f reader

18+

Other works 👉 Master list

Warnings| smut, sex, biting, kissing, p&v sex, cursing, praising/very very light degrading!, fingering, hair pulling.

It was 2 weeks before Christmas you were at your boyfriend, Johnny family's house for the holidays. waiting his arrival, Johnny's entire family sitting in the living room anticipating, staring out the window knowing he's going to be home any second. everybody waiting to run out the door to tackle him. Because well..... It's been a long 8 months since he got signed on to a mission, so of course! everybody's missed him like hell. but! nobody's missed him like you have. Hell you even miss all the annoying little shit he would do. from leaving the toilet seat up, to his little good morning tickle attacks.

You knew getting into a relationship with him he'd be gone for long periods of time. but every time he came home it was worth all the wait, but not worth the constant worries and anxiety knowing you could get a call or knock on your door at any moment, that was the thing that always scared you. No not scared you.... terrified you. But the love and desperation he had for you, to come home to YOU! always outweigh all the worries.

You were bouncing on your heels getting nervous as the minutes on the clock tick closer to the time Jonny was supposed to be home. Looking around, you notice Johnny's mum was practically doing the same. staring out the window like a watchdog, while his father and 2 brothers were having a conversation about God knows what. As the time got closer you felt the urge to pee. this happened every single time when you got excited and nervous you had to pee. cursing to yourself wondering why now out of all times, when you knew he was about to be home. "Hey! Mum I'll be right back I have to use the restroom" you said to Johnny's mum. you always called her mum because that's what she was. a second mother to you. hell even some of the guys from his unit called her mamma Mactavish. "Getting nervous again?" She lightly chuckled, trying to lighten the mood as she knew your anxiety. Because well... she shared it the same as you. she understood best, the emotions you were feeling out of everybody.

You gave her a light laugh in returned, as you excuse yourself to the bathroom. When you walked in there the memories of you and Johnny being in that bathroom flooded into your mind. From the light-hearted memories to the oh, oh so... not PG memories. You stood in the reflection of the mirror, looking over yourself one last time, making sure you look nice for your boyfriend. even though he couldn't give a shit less about what you look like, it always matter to you. not seeing him for long/short periods of time, you always wanted to look nice for him no matter what. You knew you could be wearing a garbage and he still love the shit out of you. but taking the time and effort to look nice for him, is what made him fall even more for you.

You were finishing up in the bathroom washing your hands. when you heard everybody stomping out the door, they're Yorkshire terrier jacks. barking going crazy, and you knew he was home. You quickly run out of the bathroom forgetting to dry your hands. you practically stumble out the front door of the house. seeing Johnny's Brothers tackled him to the ground, while his mother cried tears of joy, happy that her baby was home safe and sound again.

As you walked up behind his brothers you could hear him about to ask his father where you were "pops wer-.." that's when he saw you and ran and scooped you up. lifting you off the ground with ease. You quickly wrap your arms and legs around him. Cherishing this moment of being in each other's arms again. "Fuckk.... Bonnie I've... Miss you oh so much" he mumbles into your neck, as he begins to smother you with kisses. "I- I've... Missed yo..I t- to" you say through kissing his soft lips, while also trying not to cry, holding back tears of joy.

in the middle of y'all's moment, you hear his brothers making gagging sounds. "AY! Away n' bile yer heid..." Johnny quickly makes a remark to his brothers, glaring daggers at them. he gives you one last kiss before lightly putting you down. When you 2 pull away from each other he can see your face and the tears falling down it. he places his hand on your cheek, wiping them away ever so gently with his thumb. you could have thought you were some fragile material, that with a single ounce of pressure you can break. "ay Come on boys... Let's get inside" Johnny's dad Mr, Mactavish speaks up and everybody follows. Johnny has his arm tightly wrapped around you, so you can't go anywhere even if you tried. When you walk back into the house the warm feeling of the air, and the smells of fresh Christmas cookies hitting your nose. you look up to Jonny and you already know his mouth is watering, from the way his eyes widen at the smell. The smell of comfort, love, and caringness. A smell that he has missed so badly.

Everybody gathers into the kitchen as that was the place where a lot of family gatherings were spent. this being one of those. A few hours seem to go by, listening to the sounds of Johnny bickering with his brothers and Dad. as his mom and you were getting dinner prepared for everybody. "Alright... Alright I'ma go get cleaned up" Johnny says, as he stands up from one of the chairs in the kitchen. "Good you stink" one of his brother's joked. Johnny rolling his eyes. As he walked past you, you hear "ay you wanna join love?" He chuckles in your ear, as he lightly smacks your butt. making your face go red. You quickly slap his hand telling him to knock it off. As much as you would love to, you were at his parents house for god's sake. But of course! that would never stop our horny Johnny boy. "It gets a lil lonely in ther' " he says, with that cheeky fucking smile of his. Which made your face go a brighter red from embarrassment, as his brother's yelled gross.

After about 30 minutes go by. everybody hears Johnny yelling from the bathroom "AYYY" curious you go off to see what he wants. And when you open the bathroom door you see his head around the shower curtain looking at you. his eyes brighten that it was you that answered his calls. "Ay uhh... Bonnie can you get me a towel?" He asked sweetly and of course you couldn't say no. You go off to get him a towel which just so happened to be a fresh one out of the dryer. When you come back into the bathroom to hand him his towel, he lightly grabs your wrist pulling you towards him. giving you a dangerously hungry kiss. And that's where it went downhill from there.

Taking the towel from you, he pulls the curtains back. And as if his muscular, wet, body wasn't enough. you noticed his cock begin to harden. You immediately feel your cunt begin to get soak from just the sight along "Babeee" you say, lightly feeling your cheeks go a light red. Now yes, you 2 may have seen each other naked get thousands of times. but this didn't stop your cheeks from getting heated and your core getting wet when he would do stuff like this. "Please darling!" He begged as he took the towel wrapping it around himself, almost forgetting that the bathroom door was still cracked open. and he didn't want people to know what was clearly on his mind if someone were to come in.

The begging and pleading in his voice is what made you snap. how could you even say no to that. Let alone not seeing him for months. As he steps out of the shower walking towards you, not caring about practically getting everything else around him wet. (Haha get it ok I'll stop now...) You're back hitting the bathroom door closing it, you both hear the clicking sound. looking at each other the lust and fiery desperation in his eyes, He was like a predator waiting to feast on his prey. Suddenly, he picks you up and places you on the bathroom counter, your clothes getting slightly damped from his wet body. your mouths pressed against each other hungry.

you don't realize how much you've missed his taste. Pushing his tongue down your throat casing you to moan into him. He pulls away with a smile and FUCK THE SIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU. Resting his hands on either side of you on the counter, you're trapped nowhere to go but to look at him. His all wet messy hair, his dark blue eyes begging for you, his wet body, towel barely hanging on by a threat around his muscular torso. God it was all too much to handle.

He leans back in towards you, kissing your jawline. slowly going up to your ear. He whispers in your ear "please... Bonnie I- I need you so fuckin' bad..." He says, as he continuous to nipple on your jaw. You can't help but nod giving him permission. because the truth was you needed him as much as he needed you. You quickly try to wrap your legs around his torso put his big strong hands stop you. "Na... You needa watch me fuck you..." He grumbles. giving you one final kiss, biting your lip causing you to let out a small yelp. as he picks you up off the counter turning you around roughly, so now you're both facing the mirror in front of you. He puts his hand on your back pushing you onto the counter with no hesitation. he was so fucking needy at this point he's forgetting how strong he really is. You knew there was going to be invisible handprints on You by the time he was done, but you didn't care.

He pulls down your pants so fast almost ripping them off. "jonnyyy!!' you gasp, not being used to this sort of roughness in a while. "Shh... Shh Bonnie..... You don't want my family to hear you now... Do you?" he chuckles, so sadistically in your ear. and you knew you were in for it.

He takes his hand down to your wet cunt fingering your arousal around. scratching you out with just his fingers. and yet moans were already leaving your mouth, you almost forgot how good and quick he was with his fingers when it came to you. "Fuck Bonnie..." He moans as he takes his fingers out of you, causing a dissatisfied whimper to leave your lips. He leans forward giving you a kiss on the shoulder before he backs away. And then you feel the oh so bittersweet sensation of the tip of his cock teasing your interest "ahh.. shitt fuck" you moan out from the sudden stretch. The burning sensation quickly washing over your body, with your boyfriend being gone for months at a time you forget your body needs a little warm up time to get used to his size. because he was definitely not small by any means.

"bon...nie... Steamin' Jesus.... Your so' tight...." he grunts, as he loses focus of going gentle, Yes his intended thoughts was supposed to go slow for your sake, but God..... the feeling of your cunt wrapped around him perfectly. he just couldn't help but pound into you so roughly. Causing you to cry out from the fast, hard, pace he was taking. his hands are digging into either sides of your hips, the flesh of his knuckles slowly turning white from how hard his grip was. surely to leave a bruise in a couple hours. You couldn't control the sound leaving your body with the grip and pace he had going.

At this point you couldn't tell if you were moaning from pleasure or pain but if we're being honest here did you really care? The feeling of your boyfriend fucking you, the feeling you yearned so long for. Did that little bit of pain and a lot of roughness roughness all really matter?

Your nails scratching into the counter, you struggle to find something to grab onto. as you try to gain your senses. Suddenly you feel a rough hand in your hair pulling your head back. The sight of your boyfriend pounding into you like there's no tomorrow. chasing his high like it was his last 1 he'd ever have "god... Look at you.. take ma' fuckin' cock like a good slut" he grunts, as he feels you tighten around him from his words. Causing him to tilt his head back in pleasure. "Y-ess baby..." You moan, as he continues to pound into you, pulling your hair back even harder so now your back is against his chest. causing a small cry to leave your mouth.

From how rough he was going, the only sound echoing in the tile bathroom was skin clapping and the moans leaving your lips. Honestly, Johnny would be lucky if no one heard you guys.

He untangles his hand from your hair moving it to your throat (the perfect necklace if you ask me) moving his head next to yours, you can feel his hot breath on your ear. "How bad do you wanna cum for me?" He moans into your ear, as he starts biting and sucking the sensitive flesh on your upper neck. "So' so bad... Pls. Jonny" you beg him, how could he say no... Especially when he had you like this, begging for him, you had no idea what you were doing to the man. He nods his head in return quickly. taking his left hand that was on your hip, he places behind your left leg forcing you to move your leg on top of the counter. So now the only thing keeping you balanced was learning against him as you try your best balance on your right leg. He cheekily move his left hand down to your clit. so now every time he pound into you, you'd be grinding against his hand. Not knowing that was the extra thing you needed to get you closer to your high.

with this new position you didn't realize until now how much pre-cum he had released inside of you, now all of it dripping out of your sensitive, pussy. you felt it beginning to run down your legs. Hell even the bathroom counter was starting to get stickly wet from this position.

He continued to pound into your sensitive cunt. But his thrust were getting sloppy and his hand around your neck began to tighten and you knew he was close, but so were you. "I- I... Jo..nny I so, so close" you barely breathe out, from the tight grip he had around your neck, to the pounding he's giving you. Sometimes he forgets you need to breathe your head is so lost up in the clouds you begin to feel so lightheaded. "I.... Kno.. da-darling... Fuck m' too" he grunts out, his hand starts rubbing circles into your clit, making you to cry out once again. Jonny really knew what he was doing to you, and he was okay with it. because he loves seeing that fucked-out pleasure look on your face. "FU-CKKK PLE-ASEEEE!!" You unknowingly screamed out. it was your body's natural reaction to it all.

being so overstimulated out of nowhere, after a long time of not having it. of course your body was going to react in some way. Which just ended up earning you a quick, hard, slap to the ass. as he goes back to choking you, so you shut up. "SHHH... I told you'd to be fuckin' quiet Lass.." he grumbled aggressively in your ear. "'i- I sorryyy" you softly whipper out. "You gonna be quiet, like a good girl?" He asked, and that's what pushed you over the edge.

He knew being called a good girl was your weakness. You without any hesitation eagerly nodded your head. And that's when he moaned in your ear "good girl...." He painted heavily, as he couldn't hold back anymore. feeling your cunt squeeze around him again, from his words. both of you coming undone at the same time. "Fuckkkk..... Bo-bonnie take m' cum like a... good girl" he breathe out, as he frantically fucked into you. Like a bitch in heat, biting down on your shoulder hard enough to almost make you bleed. His hand tightening on your throat. As he continued to rub your clit. "AhhHhHHY-yessss I- I'm cumin..." you moaned out, your hips bucking into his hand. "M' too god da-damn... You f-feel to.. to good" he moaned into your shoulder. You feel his cock beginning to twitch inside of you. Soon being followed by the warm, Hot, seed of him fill you up. He had cumed so much you could feel it running down your legs, without him even pulling out. "Shitt" he grumbled. Pulling out of you slowly so you don't get too overstimulated. He gently lifted your leg off the counter. And that's when you really noticed it must have been a long time since he got to cum.

Hes such a messy fuckin boy because it was EVERYWHERE!!!

Breathing heavily, he quickly he raps you around in his arms, not giving you the chance to clean up. pulling you close to his chest, as he rests against the wall behind you guys. admiring both you and him in the mirror. "Fuck, Bonnie. you had no idea how much I needed that" he breathe out, resting his head on your shoulder. causing you turn your head to look at him. "I think we both needed it my love.." you said softly, staring into your lover's eyes. "Haha... Yeah" he lightly laughed kissing your cheek.

"Now let's just hope no one heard us" he said, with that cheeky fucking smile of his. making you go red you had completely forgot your surroundings, forgetting your at his family's house for the holidays. you looked down ashamed, covering your face with your hands embarrassed. "Ayyy! Com' on now! Bonnie don't be too ashamed. If my brother's heard at least they know they'll never be able to fuck a girl as good as me... Or let me rephrase that... a pretty girl! as good as me." he said, trying to lighten the mood which just made you shake your head. You gave each other a quick kiss, before you guys got cleaned up, hoping nobody would notice. (Spoiler everybody noticed. you nasty fucks!)

And I think that's where I'm going to end this monstrosity (we're not going to talk about the fact it's September and I'm writing Christmas stuff I don't want to hear it!) I really hope you all enjoyed!! I know it wasn't the best but I'm trying to get back into writing and I think soap smart was a great way to come back! Anyways I hope you're having a good day/night wherever you are! reblogs, comments are always appreciated 🖤

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urmyonlyone

2 years ago

yippee

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urmyonlyone

8 months ago

i would like a full breakdown of why nearly every single outfit in obey me is ugly. its not even moderately ugly, If i were to be in public with them, i would be embarrassed. i look at their sprites and am immediately filled with rage.

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urmyonlyone

2 years ago

Miscommunication, part 2

Yan!Douma, Yan!Akaza, Yan!Kokushibo, Yan!Muzan x FEM!Reader

Part 1

Masterlist

Donations

Word count: 4.7K

Warnings: Douma, dubcon, none consensual intimacy, kidnapping, slight hinting at past abuse, reader accepting her fate, a bit of gore if you squint, Douma again

A/N: I finally finished it! I don’t know what to think of it, but I hope you all enjoy it.

“I am bored.”

“Say it in Japanese.”

“Will you get me something to do if I said it in Japanese?”

“Translate it and you shall see.”

You groaned at the demon as you rolled over on your back. Since there was little to no furniture in the infinity castle, you have become quite accommodated to spend your days on the carpeted floors. You tried to persuade them into getting actual couches for your poor back and ass by saying it would enrich their knowledge of your culture. The demons—or rather Muzan—didn’t buy it.

Keep reading

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urmyonlyone

2 years ago

When You Can’t Handle Zhongli’s Osmanthus Line Anymore… /j

when you can’t handle Zhongli’s osmanthus line anymore… /j

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urmyonlyone

10 months ago

I Am Begging You All To Stop Treating This Site Like Instagram If You Dont Want It To Be Content Free

i am begging you all to stop treating this site like instagram if you dont want it to be content free by next year

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urmyonlyone

1 year ago

You know what?

All at once.All at the same time.

I don't care if it doesn't match.

I want ALL OF THEM ALL AT ONCE ALL AT THE SAME TIME UNTIL NOBODY ON THAT BROKEN BED IS ABLE TO MOVE.

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urmyonlyone

2 months ago

Small thing (just to refresh my stories):

Transformers x Ballerina!Reader.

The robot that just cannot imagine how incredibly beautiful you can be, your elegance in your move, the strength in your legs, your ability to balance these two things and make it look easy. The Autobot that tried to imitate you only to fall on his feet, laughing about how silly he was. The robot that viewed with concern your mangled feet, covered in bruises, blisters, and corns. And despite all, you kept on going on all day. Your dresses, the moves, the perfect hair, hide a warrior, and that's why he loves you.

And the the decepticon, the one that view the human as inferior, and yet there you are, the new autobot human friend. He had saw you once during a spy mission, he saw you on that stage and he saw…something.

You glide on the wooden stage; you weren't like those disgusting humans; you were a shining star that could make the world shy in embarrassment by how beautiful you can be. You're interesting; you made him curious about yourself. Good luck getting away from him.

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urmyonlyone

2 years ago