#verbal degradation

[theredofoctober]

Runt: an Omni-Man x Gender Neutral Reader Darkfic

TW: noncon, violence, blood, humiliation/verbal degredation

Synopsis: Reader's mother, the superhero Firebright, has gone into hiding. Omni-Man brutally interrogates Reader as to her whereabouts.

Reader is a Young Adult, Gender Neutral, appearance not specified

Read after the cut

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"Where is your mother?"

There is something wrong with Omni-Man, frigidity in the barrens of his pale eyes. He stands at the door like an omen of shadows to come, his bulk filling its narrow confines immovably.

You gaze up at him, and the ice of his derision glares back.

“I asked you a question,” says Omni-Man. “Where is Firebright?”

His air of perpetual and mildly pompous congeniality has fallen away from him, perhaps had never truly been.

He's a stranger, now, come to your house with some hard purpose.

"My Mom?" you repeat, faintly. "She's out cleaning up after some crime, I think. I don't really know."

A lie, which you had promised you’d keep, come what may.

Your mother, a heroine of fire-wielding prowess, has informed you that she must go into hiding, from who or what threat she wouldn't say. You’d believed—without knowing its source—in that danger.

Now Omni-Man is at your door, and you think again of your mother's hands, how they had trembled. How thin she’d looked, and how afraid.

"I'm sorry, Nolan," you mumble. "I don't know when Mom’ll be back. She didn’t tell me."

"I don't believe that's true," says Omni-Man, and he steps forward, extending an arm to prevent you from closing the door against him. "I need you to tell me where she is immediately."

His face is handsome and severe, the jaw like a pane of white glass. The tension in it speaks of unshed violence and disdain, of loathing kept like a spider in an upturned jar, poised on release.

Fear draws you down in its dizzying pulse, and suddenly you're quite glad that your mother kept her location from you, that you can’t spit it out even under duress.

"I have no idea, really, I don’t," you say, and Omni-Man steers you back across the living room, his cloak whisking the backs of his thighs like a wind of blood. "Nolan, please. I swear I can't help you. What’s happening right now?"

You’re up against a wall, vulnerable and so very human. Unlike your parents, you’ve never developed powers of any kind to protect you or those you love, and Omni-Man knows it.

He’s been good friends with your mother since you were young, and has long comforted her with the suggestion that your abilities might one day arise. You’ve been no more a threat to this man than a moth to the devil, and yet you’d never once feared him, till now.

"Ellen must have given you some way to contact her," says Omni-Man, his mouth a joyless line beneath his moustache. "Call her immediately. Stop wasting my time with your blabber."

"I don't understand,” you say, avoiding the order. “Is something wrong?"

A gloved fist strikes the wall above your head, shaking down fragments of plaster upon you. Thinking how simply your skull might have bowed into a cave of bone beneath such pressure you cry out, a sound entirely too feeble to be called a scream.

Omni-Man looms over you, his eyes the blue of long dead flesh.

"Stop asking questions about things that have nothing to do with you. Either you hand Firebright over, or I show you what happens to those that get in my way."

There is, in a drawer in the house, a remote you could press, for the times in which your mother is otherwise unreachable. You could go to it, call her back from whatever bunker protects her from harm.

But as Omni-Man's stare bores through your anguished expression you understand, with a chilling clarity, that he means to kill your mother, and that only your stance against him preserves her life.

Gulping, you say, "Whatever you think my Mom did, she couldn't have done it. You know her, you're her friend, Nolan—"

Omni-Man’s fist grinds into the wall, his arm cutting through it to the shoulder.

"Don't use my name as though you mean anything to me, you pathetic, powerless runt. Look at the way you turned out: a snivelling weakling, not even a spark at your fingertips. No wonder your father left. You’re a disgrace to him and your mother. I'd be ashamed to have you as my child.”

Only shock halts the tears that burn behind your eyes, a wounded magma.

"Please don't say that to me,” you whisper. “I— I've always looked up to you. I love you, Nolan."

For a moment you think you see a flash of the old, kind feeling across Omni-Man’s chiselled features.

Almost at once it dies away.

"Too bad,” he says. “I don't love you, brat. Now tell me how to find your mother before I rip you into pieces."

Putting your hands on Omni-Man’s chest, you gaze up at him with beseeching eyes.

"Nolan, Nolan, tell me what happened. I’ll help you figure it out. Whatever it is, I know Mom had nothing to do with it."

Something of your gentle touch, your cringing innocence, provokes him.

"Alright,” snaps Omni-Man. “You had your chance."

In a spurt of nauseating speed he drags you upstairs by a sudden grip on your throat, your breath smacked from your lungs as you hit your bed and roll across it, head over heels, like a fallen acrobat.

Omni-Man looks about him, scoffing at your room’s dated, childish decor, the tattered stuffed animals still poised in glassy-eyed rows on your dresser.

"No wonder you don't have any powers,” he sneers. “You're stunted in every way."

His hand makes a lariat of your shirt collar, briefly throttling you until your feet kick out in twitching throes. Then he rends the cloth down the middle, repeating the act on your lower garments before you’ve enough air to protest.

You’re so stunned that you don’t think to cover yourself, only stare, jaws parted, hot from cheek to toe with shame, with horror.

A beating was the furthest you’d expected from the interrogation: the intent behind the night cliffs of eyes upon you seems, even now, quite impossible, an absurdity plucked from some sticky summer dream.

"No,” you say— you speak in a low, flat sort of murmur, as you’d address a beloved dog that turns and shows its teeth. “Omni-Man, please, please, you're like family. You can't do this to me.”

"Of course I can,” he snaps. “And I'm going to do it over and over until you tell me where Firebright is. Daily, if I have to. I'll break you down until you're no better than a drooling animal. Not that you're so far from that now."

A devastated moan spills from your tight throat as Omni-Man leans over you, his pale suit straining across his bulk. He pauses with his face close to yours, every vein in his eyes standing out like streaks of flame.

"Now, talk,” he says. “I don’t want to waste any more time here than I have to.”

Tears make glazed glass of your cheeks as you turn your face aside, unable to look at him any longer.

"This isn't like you, Nolan."

Omni-Man’s mouth is a razor’s wound across his white teeth when he answers.

"This is more me than you'll ever know."

He pins you to the bed with an abrupt and frightening strength, opening the groin of his suit with his other hand to jerk the flesh that rises through it.

"What about Debbie?" you blurt out, and Omni-Man stills, a red glove closed over the throbbing evidence of his anger.

"Don't talk about my wife!" he barks. “You’re not worthy.”

Your eyes return to his face, drawn to its savage rictus in wretched fascination. How long has Omni-Man—the husband, the father, the friend—been so twisted with this private hatred for you?

Interpreting the question from your fearful look, he answers, his hand still at work on his cock.

"I always knew you had an embarrassing crush on me. Following me around every event with puppy dog eyes, always asking if there was anything you could do for me. Degrading yourself at every turn. Laughable.

“And I ignored you. Debbie made jokes about you. Even then I knew you were just a fragile, weak-willed child, craving the adoration your father never gave you."

"Stop it,” you say, inching back across the bed on the heels of your palms. “Stop it!"

A hand traps your ankle, snatching you back under the colossus of your new enemy. His body is a cage of rigid musculature, even the smallest tendon able to kill.

"You brought this on yourself by defying me,” says Omni-Man. “Did you think I'd just walk away when you refused me information? Take pity on you?"

"Nolan—"

He cuts you off with a blow that near claims your sight in its ferocity.

"You whine like an infant. Why didn’t you ever grow up?”

You’re still attempting to process the pain across your eye socket as Omni-Man forces your legs apart around him, handling the joints with scornful disregard of their mortal delicacy.

“Where is Firebright?” asks Omni-Man again, and you can only shake your head, mumbling in a breathless stream of false denial.

“I don’t know, I don’t remember where she said she was going—”

Omni-Man’s lip curls in bald disbelief.

“Oh, sure. Well, let’s see how much you remember now.”

Your attacker opens you to him with rough, clothed fingers, tearing tight flesh ajar up to the knuckles, three of them deep. He draws them in and out of your hole like a blade across a whetstone, watching you flail and gibber beneath his merciless use with a stern and unflinching malice.

Then, as you scream Omni-Man’s name in abandoned repetition, he rallies his member to its furthest solidity and runs you through, all agony and annihilation, and you think as he does it that you may well die of his rage.

The floorboards moan with his rutting, its obscenity a crime of war. This is as much a degradation of Earth’s piteous race as a whole as of your person, your naked flesh symbolic of that which many alien societies covet to rule or else destroy.

That any human being has borne this and lived seems miraculous, yet you know it has been done and enjoyed for Debbie Grayson to stand by him. To love him.

You cry out, aware as you do so that you’ll only invite further pain.

“Really,” mocks Omni-Man. “I’m barely trying to hurt you. If I did, I'd rip you in half.”

In a jolt of violence he drags you up against a wall, the friction skimming a leaf of skin from your back as he stabs deeper in. Your breath comes in asthmatic chokes, punched from your chest by very force of his fucking.

Some wet stream warms your thigh, of what matter you don’t care to know.

“Give me the name of your mother’s location or I keep on going,” says Omni-Man. “You’re already bleeding. Your feeble body surely can’t take much more.”

His cock is a farrier’s tool, cutting with its every wrenching motion. Its length and girth alone would make you weep, but it is his wielding of it that is a thing of horror to you.

You feel Omni-Man’s hands shut about your wrists, testing the fragility of the bone.

“Aren’t you even going to fight me?” he taunts. “Go on. Show me what you’ve got in you, if anything at all.”

Closing your eyes, you try with all the force of strength and concentration in you to summon the flame you’ve long envied in your mother, and have never once achieved.

There is nothing, nothing, still, only an icicle of sweat down your brow.

Omni-Man laughs shortly, pulling you further up across the wall in another volley of thrusts.

“Just as I thought,” he comments. “Wasted genes.”

As he lets go of your arms you throw one of them forward in a weak strike across your attacker’s cheek. A mite star of fire bolts from your palm, and you yelp in both fear and surprise at the sight of it, at the thought of retribution to come.

Omni-Man rubs his face, which remains, as expected, quite unmarked.

“Is that it?” he asks. “You’re barely warm.”

“I’m not a superhero,” you cry out, as he returns to his mean handling of your body. “I’m just a human, okay? There’s nothing wrong with that.”

The blue eyes, once so lovely to you, roll in disgust.

“Of course there is. You could have been so much more. Take a look at yourself.”

Omni-Man flies you to your floor-length mirror, yanking your head back so that you might see yourself split apart on his atrocity.

How small you look, a flailing rag against the beast's taut muscle. His cock works in and out of you with the efficiency of some extra-terrestrial vehicle on a jaunt that will not end.

The sound of it is slick, explicit.

“You’re lucky that this is what I’m doing to you when I’m capable of so much worse," says Omni-Man, watching you arrogantly in your reflection.

“This is wrong,” you insist. “This isn’t you, Nolan.”

“I’m a Viltrumite,” snaps Omni-Man, and he flattens you to the bed again with a force that snaps the frame beneath it. “This is what my people are. You should be on your knees, thanking me for sparing your life.”

He turns you onto your belly, snarling as he stabs through your form from behind.

“This is the last time I’ll ask before I really injure you,” he says. “Where's Firebright?”

Only the lasting thought that you must save your mother from something more awful than this prevents you from delivering his answer.

Omni-Man grips you by the throat until your eyes stream and your pain barks from between your lips in a coughing spume of blood.

In frantic hope you turn one hand backwards, thinking to strap his hips in a band of fire.

“You think you can hurt me?” asks Omni-Man, squeezing your forearm until you sob and relent. “I don’t feel a thing. This is more humiliating than if you were entirely without powers. What use are you to your planet?”

“Nolan,” you croak. “I’m begging you to stop this.”

Somewhere in the catastrophe of sensation there is the start of pleasure, your body’s weary attempt to salve its bullied entrance. You lie quite stiff and still, praying that in doing so you won’t provoke that last ruination into being.

“You know how to end this,” says Omni-Man. “But perhaps this is what you prefer: to be shown your place by your superior. If I’d done this a year ago you would have presented yourself to me, ready and willing to be of use.”

To your despair his hand ventures to your tortured sex and makes full display of his knowledge. His strokes are coarse, efficient, in time to his cock’s quick barbarity. You smell cologne, and the fabric of his suit, and hair oil; your nose, your throat, is full of him.

Perhaps your soul will absorb his evil too, through osmosis.

Clenching your teeth across your tongue you steer back the piteous little whines his taunting abuse of your weakness brings.

“Part of you is still willing, I see,” Omni-Man comments. “Let’s see how long it can hold out against me.”

You cry, and hiss, and squeeze shut your fists until the stench of smoke greys the air between you. Still your orgasm is wrenched out on hand and cock like an eldritch birth, another plundered reward for his collection.

“Barely a minute,” jeers Omni-Man. “And all that mess. How humiliating.”

He ponders, hips grinding against yours with the approaching threat of his own end.

One of his fists arcs back your skull, forcing your tear-raw eyes to his again. What was handsome in him now seems only the frightful visage of a warlord, all pillage and pursuit of valour.

“I’m responsible for you finally developing your abilities,” says Omni-Man. “Why don’t you thank me for it?”

You stare up at him in terror and distress, your tongue swollen to near uselessness at the roof of your mouth. Omni-Man’s hand slams beneath your chin, pinching some nerve there until your vision blisters into an abomination of light.

Through blood-stringed teeth you answer.

“Thank you, Omni-Man.”

“You’re welcome, runt,” he leers, and with a gloved palm against your gut he flattens you to him, having you feel every pulse of his triumphant finish within you.

He holds you there for some time, your bare, bloody back staining the white of his suit and complimenting the red. You daren’t roll out from under him, remain, panting shallowly, adhered to your attacker by his spend.

His moustached lips scuff the back of your neck, more threatening than intimate.

“I’ll find Firebright,” he says, “whether you tell me where she is or not. But next time I drop by I expect you to be more talkative. Do you understand?”

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[ownedslavegirl2]

I need men to tell me what I'm good for. I need men to show me my place. I need men to teach and explain me things.

Men know better❣️

#patriarchy #pro patriarchy kink #misoginy #misoginy kink #verbal humiliation #verbal degradation

[slowlyhardgoatee]

Shut the fuck up, faggot. 

I can tell you right now that I give negative fucks about what you think of anything. I 1000% do not care about anything out of your mouth that isn’t the phrase ‘Yes, Sir’. 

In fact, fuck it. I know a sure fire way to shut you right up. Get over here. Good thing my office chair doubles as a rim seat. Strip, you slut. Get under there, boy. There you go. Look at that. Right where you belong, cunt boy. Your natural habitat. 

Go on then, faggot. I want to feel every inch of your tongue exploring my arsehole. Fuck yeah, that’s the stuff. Since you talk so much shit, I figure I might as well make you eat your words, you know? So you just lie right there and give Sir’s arsehole a nice, long, enthusiastic tongue bath. Attaboy. Lick my fucking prostate for me. Good faggot. 

Notice that you can’t actually move your head while my weight is on the seat? I designed that deliberately so you had no option but to keep tonguing my arse for as long as I want. 

Now I’m gonna stick some porn on and have a long, slow edging session with your tongue rammed up my arse. When I’m close, I’ll stand up and I expect you to instantly beg me to cream right in your fucking mouth so you can swallow it all like a good slut. 

Sound good, boy? Hehe - your cock sure looks like it sounds good. You’re practically leaking already. What a shame - for you at least - that your year-long slave contract, which you begged to sign, by the way, just to remind you of that - forbids you from touching your own dick without my express permission. Well I’ll tell you now, faggot, I don’t plan on giving you permission for a long, long time. Now, you concentrate on eating my arse for me. Yeah, that’s it. Look at yourself, boy. You could have been going to college this year, but instead you’re lying on your back with your tongue shoved as far as it’ll go up a fat old man’s sweaty arse while he jacks off to porn like you’re not even there after you begged to be his slave for a full year. You pathetic little slut. Ain’t ya, faggot? Eh? Worthless, good for nothing whore. Anyway, you keep French kissing my arsehole, cunt. Time to throw on the nastiest sub boy porn I can find and have a good fucking wank. 

#slave boy #controlandownership #pigboy #verbal degradation

[lokisprettygirl]

Use me as you please (Dom Loki x Sub reader) (Part 3)

Read Part 1 , Part 2

Summary : Loki asks you to clean his shoes. Enough said

Warning : 18+ MINORS DNI, Extreme filth, Shoe licking, shoe humping, spit kink, Face slap kink, Extreme verbal degradation, Loki have superiority kink and reader have inferiority kink , Reader is straight, consensual kinks

He watched you twirling around on the dance floor as you moved with Natasha and wanda, you were almost sandwiched between them. And he hated it, absolutely despised it, you have been trying to rile him up since you both came here. At first it was the flirty exchange between you and Thor. Then you trailed your fingers over Steve's shoulders as you both conversed. And now you were shamelessly grinding against these women. He can't have that you're his and only his, he knows of your preferences, he knew you were as straight as they come but he couldn't stop the jealousy. 

When you finally walked over to him at the bar, you ordered a drink. 

"What do you think you were doing Princess?" He asked you and you shrugged in response

"What do you mean?" You asked him and he clenched his jaw, the corner of his mouth curved into a smile

"Don't play coy with me sweetheart, is this some sort of payback because I'm not giving enough attention to you?" He grabbed your chin and made you look at him. He looked so hot in his black suit and you wanted him to destroy you. You were pissed at him, he has been so busy in last few days and he had only fucked you once in last week, he doesn't have to fuck you like a bunny all the time but you expect to sleep in his arms at night but he's not even giving you that. He stays here after the missions and forgets that you're waiting for him at your home, at the home you share with him.

"Why do you care?" He glared at you at the response, then he snatched the drink from your hand placing it down and he grabbed your arms, dragging you out of the party and to his room. The action filled you with excitement, you love all kinds of sex with him but your favourite kind is when he's being rough and degrading with you, he knows how much you love being debased by him and he loves you so much that he fulfills each and every sick fantasy of yours, you knew the jealousy would work in your favour tonight.

"Heyyy I was enjoying the party" you mumbled in a fake annoying voice and he pulled you into him as soon as you both entered the elevator

"Were you? Were you enjoying the party you stupid little whore? Were you not thinking of me fucking you silly while you spend the evening trying to warm my blood?" You bit on your lips as soon as you heard his rough crude voice, 

"I don't know what you're talking about…my god" he knew that look, he knew what you needed and craved in the moment. He knew you wanted him to rip you off your dignity tonight, you wanted him to make you feel worthless and empty, you wanted him to use you and he intended to use you thoroughly. 

As you both stepped inside, he sat down on the couch in the middle of the room, then he ordered you to strip for him so you hurriedly took your heels off.

"I said slowly, feeling dumb already?" He conjured himself a glass of wine and sipped on it while you unzipped your dress very slowly leaving you in just your bra and panties

"Crawl to me little bitch" you got on your knees and started crawling towards him, he kept his eyes on your feline-like posture, his cock was starting to strain in his pants, but it wasn't about him today, it was about you. You sat down on your knees as you reached closer to him,

"Take the bra off" he commanded you and you quickly followed his command

"You're pathetic you know that right? You acted like a whore out there because I didn't pay you enough attention huh?" 

"Mmm I'm sorry my god, I really am, please forgive me" he chuckled as you used the best rendition of puppy voice and eyes

"Forgive you? You think you can be forgiven if you make those eyes at me?" 

"Mmm noo.. what can I do to please you, my god?" he snickered as he heard you, then he caressed your cheek with his large big hand before he slapped you hard, you gasped as you felt the sting starting to burn, your pussy started dripping the more you felt the burn, he grabbed your hair in his fist and gave it a twist

"There's not much use of you, is there? All you could provide me is your mouth, your cunt, your ass, but you don't deserve to have my cock in any of your holes today do you?" Then he slapped your other cheek, harder than the first time, it made you tear up instantly, and the sight of your teary eyes hardened him even more

"I don't ..I absolutely don't..please god, let me earn my forgiveness" you begged him but he didn't intend to go easy on you today, he knew you didn't want him to 

"You have forgotten your true place little one, you have forgotten that you're nothing but a fucktoy.. a cheap worthless one at that, so easy and eager to get used by a god" you moaned as the verbal humiliation made every inch of your body tingle with arousal. You loved being humiliated like this, you craved this. Once in a while you needed him to get rid of all the inhibition and show you your true place in life.

"Yes please use me the way you see fit..I crave it and I want it" he snickered again,then you felt his big palm smacking your cheeks again and again, he wanted you to get bruised and he wanted you to feel it even after he's done with you tonight. He slapped you hard and fast until you started sobbing 

Then you gasped in anticipation as he dragged one of his foot towards you and pointed his shoe in your direction

"They're dirty, clean them up..with your tongue, I want them shiny by the time you're done" fuck you could have came right there, this has been one of your filthiest fantasy, you wanted to lower yourself further and deeper for him. Your mouth watered as you looked at his dirty black leather dress shoe that he was wearing. You knew it wasn't dust, you knew he'd never risk your safety like that but you wanted to pretend that it was

"Did you not hear me stupid whore?" He tapped his shoe on the floor and you instantly bent down in front of it, you stared at the toe area and took out your tongue to swipe over it..it tasted salty and grimy like actual dirt would and it made you gush inexplicably. He let out a shuddering breath as you held onto his ankle and cleaned the entire toe area with your tongue, he could see starting to shine because of your saliva, you made slurping noise as you kissed and licked his shoes as if you were making out with it, he leaned down and spat on his shoe to make it dirtier which you licked off desperately

"Look at that, you're good for something after all huh, maybe I should make you do this every damn day so you won't forget how cheap you're, how you have no worth or value that you can hold onto. How you were made purely to be used by this god" you moaned as his filthy degrading words pushed you deeper in the space. You wanted to stay there forever and serve him everything he'd need. He raised his shoe on his heel and presented you with the back of it. 

"Go on, clean the sole my dirty little shoe cleaner" fuck you weren't even his whore anymore, your worth was lesser than that. You were just made to clean his shoes. You licked on the sole and the dirt filled your mouth again, you lapped up on it until you had cleaned every little inch of his shoe. Then you did the same with his other one. 

"Tell me what you are" he asked you so you looked up at him, your eyes seemed so glassy and he knew you were feeling high by this treatment. Any other girl wouldn't even think of being treated this way by a man but that's why he found you special, you were willing to do anything for him and you enjoyed being degraded like this 

"I'm your whore my god, a cheap worthless whore that you can use anytime" 

"What else, what else my pet" he wanted you to say. He wanted you to shed whatever dignity you had left in you 

"I'm your filthy little shoe cleaner my god" you whimpered and he snickered in response 

"That's it, there you go, now you know your place very well don't you? You disgust me, pet, how does it feel to have no sense of self respect? To know that the god you're serving finds you so pathetic and so disposable?" 

"Feels so good my god, please god please" you squeezed your thighs together to provide a semblance of relief but it was of no use. Your desperation made him want to fuck you but he wasn't done humiliating you just yet

"Please what? You want to cum Little bitch? Is that it?" His voice mocked you and you nodded in desperation, the tears kept flowing and you both loved it 

"Hump by boot then, get yourself off" you didn't even look surprised or questioned it, you took your panties off and the sight of your dripping wet lips drove him crazy, he took his cock out of the confinement of his pants and started jerking himself off. He place the sole of his shoe against your cunt and pressed on it, you grabbed onto his legs and pushed your hips back and forth to provide the pleasurable sensation

"Norns you look vulgar my nasty whore, you're the filthiest thing to exist, your desperation to please me always astounds me even though I should know by now that you're nothing but a whore with a warm cunt who'd sell herself out if I'd ask her to, you'd do that right my love?" Oh he'd never let anyone even touch you but that doesn't mean the thought of you being whored out didn't burn him hotter for you 

"Yes yes god, you can do whatever you want to me, with me, I'll do anything for you" 

You whined and whimpered as you sat yourself down on his shoe and started humping him like an animal, he thought he could go for hours but your pathetic body rutting against me brought him so close to the edge already 

"Of Course you would, that's what makes you worth using like this" you wanted to keep humping and keep listening to his filthy words, you wanted him to keep pushing you lower and lower in this filth. You were so close to cumming but he beat you 

"Move away darling I have a present for you" you hopped off his shoe as soon as he commanded you and somehow he managed to spill his cum all over the shoe you were humping. 

"Carry on, hump again my darling, rut against my cum smeared shoe, that's all you will get from me today" 

You didn't waste a single second, his cold cum felt soothing against your clit, you moved your hips back and forth to build up your release again

"God ..loki please god, I want to cum" you begged him to put you out of your misery 

"Cum, cum for your god my depraved little shoe cleaner" And you did, you came so hard your whole body shuddered over his shoe, you clutched onto his thighs and put your head down between them as the orgasm hit you like a wave. You almost blacked out, that's how hard you had cum on his command. He watched you losing yourself in the pleasurable sensation and he couldn't stop looking at you. He loves you so much, there's nothing he wouldn't do for you. 

Once you calmed down a little he pulled you up from the floor and onto his lap, you quickly wrapped your arms around his neck 

"You did so good my love, so so good, I love you, I love you my little darling" he whispered softly as he caressed your back and peppered kisses on your neck 

"Mmmm I love you loki ..that was so hawt" he cupped your cheeks and kissed you softly 

"It was okay, wasn't too much?" He asked you gently and you shook your head. It was perfect and exactly what you needed.

"I'm sorry I have been busy lately, I don't want to, there's nothing I'd ever want more than to spend my nights and days, hell..I'd spend every second with you if I could but I can't, I have responsibilities and I have to redeem myself" your eyes teared up so you hugged him again 

"I know..I'm..I just miss you..alot. I feel empty without you"

"I know I do too..but I promise to be better darling, am I forgiven?" He smiled as he looked at you and you nodded. He placed your hand on his cock so you stroked him up and down, after a rough degrading play he'd often fuck you so tenderly because he knew you needed him that way, you needed all sides of him.

"Good girl, come on, ride me now, show me how much you have missed daddy" The god was gone, daddy was in now and you love your daddy. So you took him inside you and rode him slowly, so slow, you wanted to ride it out for as long as you could.

"I'm all yours daddy, don't forget" 

"You're mine baby girl, all mine forever" you kept going until he filled you with his cum, you belonged to him and it was true that you'd do anything for him.

 Whatever he needs he gets.

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[yonicbrainrot]

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[fxedupftm]

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[goddessbri555]

Worship my feet, pigs. You obey your Goddess. Bow down to me, kiss my feet, count out your cash and hand it to me. You are my human wallet. You serve me, follow my every command, give me whatever I want and thank me for the opportunity to worship a beautiful voluminous goddess as I. You are a peasant, a nobody. You should be grateful to even have the chance to drain your account for me. Tribute, beta. Or no dm.

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[jb1writes]

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[nerdpoe]

When Danny decides to reincarnate, centuries after his adventures, he chooses a random Dimension of Heroes and Villains.

He's expecting adventure! Heroics! A life worth bragging about in the Afterlife!

He wakes up in a tube, staring down at surprised teen heroes as they release him and another person.

Later, he finds out that he's a clone of Batman and Superman, and the other clone is of Superman and Lex Luthor.

He came into this world expecting adventures, not a weird custody battle about him and his brother (because that's what Conner is) between two A-List superheroes.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #story prompt #dc x dp #phanfic #superman wants nothing to do with both of them #batman wins custody no problem #bruce now give clark a deathglare if the super even mentions one of the boys #constant sniping between superman and batman #until it eventually degrades their relationship so much they can't work together #culminates in one big verbal fight after another attempted planetary invasion #that ends with batman just losing it and #in a very calm voice that's totally out of place from his earlier growling #“if i'd known my best friend was the type of man who would target a child for the sins of their parents i might have chosen to be alone.” #verbally slaps clark #and that's how clark agrees to go to therapy

[0trashyp0]

Coming out to my Mother was a bad idea. Now when we argue she calls me a fucking ugly faggot and a disgrace to this family. Starting day like that and with no breakfast is fantastic (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

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[outer-monologue]

tried to get some of the verbal and mental abuse on video this morning. it didn’t hit the record button. i don’t even have it. i wanted that so badly.

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[phoenixthemenace]

'That My Days Have Been A Dream' Day 8

DAY 8 Title: I Listen For Returning Feet- JRR Tolkien Prompt: Back From The Dead s2e18 'Seance'

It had been a bad run. One of those that lingers, clutching to the back of the brain, twisting and souring the stomach. This one hit Johnny particularly hard.

It wasn't like he'd never lost a patient. Even the way they died wasn’t new. But this one was different. It was too close to home.

Too close to his past.

He was sorry. Somewhere underneath everything he was trying not to feel- about his actions, his anger towards Cap, he was sorry. He wanted to apologize, to tell his story, to seek and receive comfort, but he'd held this all in so long he just didn't know how.

He'd hidden in the dorm, skipping dinner and the movie. They had one bizarre run to a house where a distraught woman was holding a seance to communicate with her late sister. As he watched the alleged medium storm irately from the house his mind wanted to think about what anyone he'd lost would have to say to him, but forced himself not to.

Back at the station, in his bunk, his hand throbbed from where he'd punched the squad earlier. Pain he knew he deserved. Besides, if he focused on that, it kept his thoughts from spiraling out of control. He hoped it would let him sink slowly into the oblivion of sleep

He heard Cap when he crept over to check on him, and he knew Roy was watching too. He tried to pretend he was asleep, but knew they all knew he was awake. Cap finally went to bed, and Roy's breathing evened off to sleep. He followed soon after.

He was alone on the open prairie, standing under the wide Montana sky, staring up, up into a blue so unbelievably deep and beautiful it never failed to take his breath away. Wind whipped his hair, and the sun warmed his back. Bright white clouds drifted lazily by dazzling his eyes.

He slowly became aware of a presence behind him, and turned to find his parents, back from the dead. He cried out and went to throw his arms around them, but his father held up his hand, stopping Johnny. He drank them in. They hadn't changed since the last time Johnny saw them, though he knew the passage of time had softened their edges in his memory.

They looked solemn, mouths turned down and eyes dark.

"Mom? Dad?" His voice cracked, a little boy on the edge of tears.

"You disappoint us, John." His father spoke.

"You've let us down." His mother's voice was devoid of warmth.

Johnny doubled over, the words hitting him like a physical blow.

"What?" He gasped. They didn't respond, just shook their heads, turned their backs and walked away, ignoring his pleas. His feet wouldn't respond to his desire to follow, and he eventually sank to his knees as his parents disappeared into the horizon.

He knew they were there before he turned his head. The parents from the earlier failed rescue. They stared at him with hatred and disgust.

"You let us die." He snarled.

"My babies are orphans because of you." She accused.

"You useless piece of shit."

"You should be ashamed."

"You should have died instead of us."

"Because there was a point to our existence."

"At least someone cared about us."

"We mattered."

He felt flayed open and raw. He wanted to weep. To beg. To deny. But what they said was true. His shaking body bowed in half until his forehead rested in the dirt.

He felt another presence and he looked up, a small blossom of hope in his chest. Roy was there. Roy would tell him it was okay, that he was okay. That he mattered. He raised his agonized face to Roy's.

But the comfort he sought wasn't there. The warm blue eyes were cold and full of hatred.

"Roy?" He whispered.

"They're right, John." And all of the bigotry and words of hatred and derision that Johnny heard all his life spewed from the lips of his best friend.

At least he thought Roy was his friend.

"You're useless, John. You mean nothing." Roy's lip twisted with disgust. "To no one."

He collapsed onto his side, curled into a ball, unable to bear any more. He willed his heart to stop beating. Roy finished it.

"To me, least of all."

Johnny woke with a start. He scrambled from his bed and into his bunkers, barely making it to the latrine before he threw up over and over again.

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