On The Bed, On The Couch, Bent Over The Kitchen Counter, By The Fireplace, Against The Wall, In The Shower,

on the bed, on the couch, bent over the kitchen counter, by the fireplace, against the wall, in the shower, on the floor, in the basement, against the window, in front of a mirror, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, outside, in the car,

BE A BETTER PET FOR ME.

synopsis: neuvillette found a perfect use for you after you left your homeland. (honestly this is so depraved and filthy and messed up i will just give you the warnings so you can decide if you wish to read it. neuvillete the man that you are!!)

pairing: dom!yan! neuvillette x fem!sub!reader; (mentions of dom!yan!dottore x reader) warnings: blowjobs, dubcon (barely), humping, dom/sub dynamics, breeding, pet play, hard kinks, masochist reader, facials, handjobs; mentions of: gang bangs, blackmail, hypnosis, bdsm, bondage, has plot kind of, probably more i can't think of right now.

You've always had to answer to someone in your life. Someone higher than you because they gaze down on everyone and you should be grateful they spared you a glance and asked you anything. If they relied on you get something done - at the orphanage you grew up in or the elections you ran - you should have counted yourself lucky they needed you at all. Leaving Snezhnaya wasn't easy by any means but luck and bravery happened to be on your side that night. No, maybe it was an idea of grandeur on your part?

Regardless of the reason, in your life you learned not to ask too many questions and Fontaine was not hard for you to get used to. Being part of this justice system reminded you of something familiar but far more noble than sending children to their punishments. And, while it did resemble a show, you weren't surprised by that - the only thing that surprised you was your boss.

Neuvillette, the archetypal leader with enough calm and manipulative wit to stand elevated above everyone. People marvelled at him, some were jealous that you were the one to carry his paperwork back and forth and you only have Neuvillette to thank for being so ruthless and cold they never suspected anything else.

In public settings, he didn't allow you to even stand near him. During work hours, you were treated just like anyone else. But after everyone left; Neuvillette never let you run away.

At first, given his nature, you thought you were being too paranoid. You thought his intense gaze that made you drop your pens was just his way of saying you were not good enough. His tugs at your clothes were only reminders of how sloppy you were, surely. He only did that to make you more presentable because he couldn't stand the sight of you. That must have been it.

However, you quickly realized that he was simply a man who wanted to control everything. People had specific roles to fulfil in his eyes and you should have been even more paranoid about your own.

Doubts went away on the night his gloved hand slid up your skirt during a banquet he didn't deem important enough. He saw you standing in the hallway and told you to follow him. He was so calm and composed even when locking the door behind him and pressing you against it. He didn't flinch while you were confused, his fingers were already sliding up your thigh.

'Your dress tonight is far too tempting. Simply groping you to fix it won't be enough.' were the last words he said before sliding your panties to the side and covering your mouth with his hand.

Neuvillette did not have enough regard for you that would disobey his wishes and, while you just remember being hazy, you don't remember fighting his advances.

And that is how it all began. Soon enough, your main job of sorting documents became secondary even if you still had to carry it out with perfection.

Your main job and joy transformed into being perfect enough for him to breed and break. You were lucky nobody was allowed to enter into his office without a direct invitation. If anyone did, they might have found you pressed against the walls or chained to his desk. Perhaps, they would have found you on a pile of important paperwork you brought with his cock buried deep inside while he manhandles you.

But he was so good at it. Sometimes you would stand on the sidelines during his speeches or trials and you would feel warm just from looking at him on that podium. He was always, always above you and a twisted need find it's way between your legs. You would never admit to anyone but him to where you disappeared to. You would never even tell him how, if he was on the radio, you would masturbate to his voice alone.

And fuck, did he have such a nice voice. Anytime it gave you a command, your spine would feel it. If he gave you praise and called you a 'perfect dumb toy', your body would get flushed. If he degraded you? You just felt the need to hear his insults over and over again. Neuvillette was a selfish man, but he loved to see and hear you break.

Right now, you were sitting down next to his chair. He was signing off the final papers you brought with one hand while his other absentmindedly played with your hair.

He would soon be finished. Your eyes carefully traced his movements in anticipation. Soon he would be done and you wouldn't have to keep rubbing your thighs together. Sometimes you would glance at this lap and see that he was already half hard. His libido was insatiable. And it felt so nice to know you were the only one he would breed and stain with his cum.

When he put the last stamp, you looked up at him. He didn't issue you a command and you didn't dare to do anything on your own.

'What? Are you looking at me and hoping for something?'

His voice was always cold unless he was moaning and panting against yohr body. Perhaps that is why you enjoyed everything he did if it made you feel wanted by a man like him?

'Are you so eager to moan out you love me while you cream all over my cock again?'

He hadn't even done anything and you were starting to get wet. Who would imagine such a proper man respected by all would ever say such a thing? Nobody. And that was the allure. Only you knew how much his depravity ran.

'Pet, move over in front of me.' A command. Finally. He could see your eyes light up as you dragged yourself over the floor to kneel down. Your thighs rubbed together and Neuvillette realized just how much he had spoilt you when your hand reached for his belt.

He glared at you and that was enough sign that you had done something wrong. To make it look like an accident, you placed it on his knee instead and rubbed small circles just so that he could feel the warmth of your skin.

Maybe he would punish you by tying you up again? Or he would deny your orgasms and cum on your stomach to prove you weren't good enough for him to actually fuck?

'Tell me pet, am I the best man you've ever been with?'

That was odd. Neuvillette never asked you questions of this nature. Usually they were only questions during passion like: 'You love being dragged on the floor don't you?' and 'Wouldn't you just look so good pregnant and stuffed with my seed?'. But this was new.

'The best man I've been with?' Maybe this was a new game of making you embarrassed? It certainly did the trick

'Y-Yes.' 'Prove it to me then. Before I replace you.'

Even from the darkness inside his office and your current position now you could see that light smirk he had while resting his head on his hand. He wanted to be especially cruel tonight but you never thought he would replace you so soon.

With a shaky hand and a racing mind you reached out for his belt. He allowed it this time but he wasn't amused. If he wanted to replace you, you'd just have to make him feel better than ever before.

Your thighs were so hot and warm you couldn't control yourself. You wanted nothing more than to put his cock in your mouth. No time to undress him or tug down your own clothes.

Neuvellitte let you just free his cock from the restraints and it was already hard by that look on your face. Warm skin, glassy eyes that didn't look anywhere else and complete obedience were in front of him. How could he not enjoy the face you didn't even realize your mouth was open before you pressed yourself forward to lick his tip.

He was such a pale man and yet his tip was the most beautiful shade of red to you. Your fingers wrapped around his girthy and veiny cock and your hips jerked slightly. You remembered how nice it felt when it was inside you - stretching you and hitting all the spots. You had to thank his generosity by circling the tip of it with your tongue. Your excitement was so immense that your mouth was filling with spit and since it was so late Neuvillette didn't care if it got all over his cock and dripped down to his pants.

You were so eager and adorable, looking blissful before he even did anything to you. He thought it would make him happy but instead he furrowed his brow.

'Not good enough.'

You barely had time to register what he said before he gripped your jaw and pulled your head up. The sudden shift had you groaning because you were still on your knees.

'You say i am the best man you've been with yet that look on your face didn't change.'

What was he talking about?

'It looks the same on the photos where you're sucking off that doctor. Tell me, did you take me for a fool?'

All the warmth in your body suddenly disappears. You feel cold, colder than ever. Maybe even cold like your homeland and the messed up laboratory Dottore forced you in. Neuvillette knew. He knew about your past and the fact you were a fugitive. Would he turn you in? Wait, was this his messed up trial to prove you didn't deserve this comfortable life?

You were shivering by this point and refusing to cry but you simply couldn't stop your eyes from getting teary when Neuvillette tossed an envelope and all the photos flew out.

It reminded you what you ran way from and what formed all these kinks Neuvillette triggered again.

There was a photo of you in a cow bikini drinking milk from a bowl on the floor with bruised hands. Then, there was one of you being tied to his table. Another one of you with a special device that hypnotised you. One where you were covered in cum all over your body. And the last one was the one Neuvillette spoke of; it was from when Dottore made you fuck him and some of his clothes. A perfect shot of you giving one of them a blowjob that he took.

But you ran away! You did everything you could! Was this a warning? How did Neuvillette get this envelope?

'I never thought you would dare lie in front of me. You should know better than that.'

His voice was cold but never like this. Never did you feel hatred from it but not it was different. Neuvillette hated you and you lost everything you had. Your hair was standing up, your hands were shaking and you could feel your heartbeat pounding away in your ears. Neuvillette was getting blurry and you were growing more desperate.

Then, when he saw you like that, completely afraid and dependent on him, Neuvillette's twisted desires grew. No where on those photos did you look so lost and desperate. He was probably the first man to make you feel that way and he couldn't deny how your brokenness made his cock throb. Then, he decided to be your saviour instead. Preventing crime and punishing it went hand and hand. He would throw you a bone to cling to, and would get a pet even more eager to please.

How desperately he wanted to see your ruin. To hear it and taste it on his tongue.

'Prove to me how desperate you are and I might take pity on you.'

Save you from himself? You aren't sure if it was the glimmer of hope or the messiness in your head at all those years in Dottore's hands that made you act but your blood started to flow and bloom again.

All you had to do was prove just how good and desperate you are. Nobody was better at that than you and nobody got more wet at the idea of it.

You placed your knees on the sides of Neuvillette's left leg. Those glassy eyes of yours and tear strained cheeks were a sight to behold when he saw you were looking up at him in marvel. Then, you rested your head on his knee and reached to jerk him off with your right hand. Your head was hazy and tired, but your hips were moving on their own. You were grinding down on his boot; you were fucking yourself crazy on it.

That night, you kept humping his foot until you reached the most intense and messy orgasm. You were so fucked out and desperate you probably didn't even know you were drooling and slobbering all over his pants while moaning how you were a good pet; how badly you wanted him to fuck you. Fuck, you didn't even realize your hand had stopped moving before he reached his high because you tired yourself out and fell asleep.

But Neuvillete didn't mind; he simply let you stay on his lap looking so serene before he gave his cock a few final strokes to paint your face white.

Maybe he should thank that man for sending him this envelope. Maybe even for training you to be such a perfect pet. But one thing was for sure, he definitely wouldn't let you go anytime soon.

avert you eyes. i was hormonal

Neuvillette brainrot

Neuvillette loves more than anything, even water.

Is watching you struggle on his cock. He loves it, how cute you look, struggling back tears, your poor throat constricting on his shaft, and his fat, plump tip is poking at the back of your throat. Drooling in his precum.

It's always amused him whenever you suggest to suck him off every now and then. Sweet man even assured you that sucking him off isn't necessary in your lovemaking. Rather, he was more than happy to please you and taste you.

But by the archons.

The way your fat tears, spit, and his cum dripping off your chin after you spent what felt like hours sucking him off. He couldn't contain himself. Ruining your pretty face, your lips swollen, eyes watery and doe-like.

Every chance he will get is to let you suck him off and swallow all his cum into your tummy. He loves whenever you look up at him when he forces his cock deeper into your throat, slightly grinding you face into the hilt of his cock and his groin. He loves the way you instinctively trlax your jaw and grobe his balls. Thick and full of the cum he'll force diwn that amaaing throat if yours.

Go on touch yourself, itll add to him being mean and rough from his long exhausted day of work for the Court of Fontaine. The hours he spent in the Opera House watching couples divorce and people fight for their innocence. Little did they know that the chief justice was fantasizing about your amazing mouth and tongue circling his cock.

Your warm hands, massaging, touching, and gripling against him as he fucks your warm throat. Gods he wished he could just fuck that mouth of yours everyday until the taste and feel of his cum is second sense to you.

Whenever, he leaves the Opera to retreat to the Palalis of Mermonia. He will always sit on the couch within his office and ask you to suck his fat pretty cock with your sweet, warm, mouth.

Dare i say; what flows and taste of water in a glass for 1?

from the bottom of my fucking heart. how are we supposed to live under these conditions.

fck September (a September baby the 29 so wish me happy birthday) 😌 ITS KINKTOBER!! where’s my monsterfucking breeding fics?! ⏱️😒

a/n: ty @medusashima & @kweenkatsuki-fics for enabling me

cw: infidelity, dubcon (reader is drunk), heavy petting, male masturbation, college au!, frat boy kiri

Kirishima Eijirou is a good guy. Everyone knows him for his bright smiles and manly charm. So it's no surprise to you when he offers to take you home when you're drunk. Your friend had long since passed out, and Kirishima being the sweet boyfriend he is made sure she was safe in his room before offering to give you a ride home.

"So," he says, voice soft in the warmth of his car, "did you have fun?" Your head lulls to the side to look at him, eyes glossed over in your drunken state. Kirishima internally curses himself for the hard on he can feel growing as he looks at you. He was a good guy, a good boyfriend always. It didn't hurt to just look, right?

"Sooo much fun," you slur, as glossy lips pout prettily up at him, "wish Sero was there though." This peaks Kirishima's interest. He knows he has no claim over you, that he has his own girlfriend.

But hearing the longing sigh that falls from your mouth at the mention of his frat brother has a pit forming in his belly. "What's so great about him?" he asks, with a laugh. He's thankful you're so drunk that you don't pick up how cold it sounded.

Another longing sigh falls from your lips along with mumbles on how he has "Great dick," before you're leaning on his shoulder across the center console and falling asleep.

—

Kirishima's gentle with you when he brings you home, big arms cradling you to his chest as he carries you through the halls and into your room.

And, if anyone were to ever ask, it really was all your fault. He was going to be good. He promised himself that he'd drop you off, leave you be. Take his frustrations out with his girlfriend- like he should. But you're pulling him, your hand wrapped around two of his fingers as you beg him to help you change into comfy clothes. Surely after how nice he's been, he deserves some kind of reward, doesn't he?

Kirishima's hands linger, spurred on by your slurred moans, protests falling flat when his hand cups your mound. "Kiri," you slur, "shouldn't be-shouldn't be doin this." His free hand pulls his leaking cock out, his tip flushed red. "But look, baby. Look how hard I am f’you. It hurts so bad," he says with faux sadness, "and l've been helping you out, can't you just help me too?" It's easy to fall into his words, his soft eyes, because Kirishima Eijirou is a good guy. Your eyes turn into hearts as you stare up at him, watch the way his hand fists his cock while the other runs over your chest. Pinching and pulling at your taut nipples, the way his cock twitches when you let a moan slip from the stimulation.

And when hot ropes of cum fall onto your face, and your name trickles out of his mouth, it's only right that you clean up the mess. He's helped you out after all and besides - Kirishima is such a nice guy, doesn't he deserve more of a reward?