Oh my god – having one of those weeks where I just want to be whipped, caned, dominated the fuck out of and fucked out of my mind. Like a Sheriff/Derek AU where John helps Derek take the edge off by working the boy over thoroughly and make him hold his legs open so he can fuck into him. And then tie him up and leave him edged with a vibe for the whole night so by morning Derek can’t remember his own name.

yyyeeeessssssss ❤ ❤

Sheriff being so domineering in the most gentle, infuriating way. Stalking slowly around Derek and tapping at his flanks and thighs with a cane; just enough to get him to flinch but not enough to sting or even leave a pink mark on his skin. When Derek starts trembling and sobbing, the Sheriff just pets a hand through his sweaty hair and shushes him.

“You’re a good boy. Just keep still for me. I don’t need to tie my good boy down, do I?” And Derek would be shaking his head frantically, little pearls of sweat flying from the tips of his hair, eyes so big and adoring on the Sheriff, trying to watch him as long as possible as he starts to slowly pace around, cane slowly dragging along the dip of Derek’s spine, lower, lower until it nudges playfully between his cheeks.

And Derek groans, low and wrecked, ass tilting up and knees inching further apart; giving his vulnerable parts on display for the Sheriff to toy with. There’s a tap of the cane right on his hole and he sobs once and sharp – just a big, noisy gulp of air; and he’s so grateful when the Sheriff gives him his gag so he can dig his teeth into it. Stares at him with teary eyes, face blotchy and snotty from nothing but just the hint of what he wants.

At the first real hit right across the meaty part of his ass, he stops to even breathe; just kneels over the edge of the bed and stares ahead of him with wide eyes, pupils little pinpricks that blow open wide as soon as his system is able to deal with the sudden pain radiating off of him.

The Sheriff is a steady presence next to him, one leg firmly pressing into Derek’s side so he knows John is right there while he finally finally gets his swats in strong, even intervals that make him melt into the mattress.

When John changes his gag for the cane and lets Derek hold it carefully between his teeth like a dog, Derek is deep down and weak as a kitten. He lets the Sheriff slide big warm hands along the blistering welts of his ass and thighs and nearly falls over when he tries to open his legs further as his balls get fondled; their heaviness weighted in the Sheriff’s gentle hands.

He’s so clumsy and helpless; Sheriff needing to help him onto the bed and to get into the right position because his hands seem to keep wandering to the fat, rigid line of his cock. When he gets told to ‘not touch’ he nods earnestly and stares at John in dumb adoration, fingers still inching to his dick, just wanting to hold onto it, not even jerking off just holding where he’s just as hot and pulsing as where the Sheriff has caned him.

So his hands get pulled to his knees where he can hold on to just as well; keep himself in a small compact form with his legs spread wide and his furry hole on display. Soft and relaxed for the Sheriff to edge him with a little vibrator; And another one for his dick, pressed just beneath the swollen head until Derek makes a strange sound half moan half gurgle, toes curling where they’re bobbing in the air, balls drawing up tight in preparation…

And then there’s nothing; nothing at all. The little vibe in his ass is gone and the one on his cock too, but he’s not even complaining. Just groans and stares at John who murmurs praise and shushes him, and him calling Derek a “sloppy whore” and a “pretty slut” sounds just like he’s calling him the sweetest endearments.

“I want you to use me,” Derek had said while sitting astride John’s hips, his hole working like a diligent, wet mouth around the dick sitting so deep inside him, he could feel it in his belly.

John had blinked up at him in a daze, brain trying to figure out the mumbled jumble of words that had come out on one hitched breath – understanding made even harder by Derek’s long front teeth.

“I am using you, baby boy,” he murmured, big hand lovingly curling around Derek’s cock so he could lazily play with the foreskin – thumb moving it to and fro until Derek sobbed and his hips jerked.

“No,” he whispered and John watched how his face got dark with embarrassment beneath his black beard even as his hole gripped tighter; suckling him in and massaging his cock as Derek stilled and caught his breath. He leaned down and brought his lips close to John’s ear so he could whisper to him what he wanted from him, and the Sheriff would never get tired of how needy Derek was for cock, and what a delightfully lewd little creature he actually was.

.o.

Derek didn’t even move when John’s hands curled around his ankles to pull his legs slowly apart, and for a moment John wondered whether this was staged – whether Derek played at being asleep just for the Sheriff’s benefit after a long, boring shift that had only been made bearable by Derek’s little messages throughout (messages in which he sent pictures of his hairy abs and pecs, nipples swollen almost obscenely after Derek had played with them for hours).

As it was, Derek didn’t sound as if he was faking it – he was snoring softly in that odd little way of his that John was pretty sure Derek had no idea he was doing.

It seemed like his boy really was at his mercy; his strong body laid out for John to do with as he pleased. Derek’s crack was a shadowy, tantalizing place that John would probably never get enough of and the fact that he could gently thumb the cheeks apart without Derek being aware of it was as amazing as it was exciting.

He’d never done anything like what he was doing now – his partners always had been wide awake and enthusiastically consenting; but they also never had been so desperate to submit as Derek obviously was.

The boy practically melted whenever John became just slightly assertive; always so desperate to be stuffed with cock.

John hummed under his breath in satisfaction as he gently petted along the furry darkness between Derek’s cheeks, stopping at that warm, well-explored space down below.

Derek’s hole opened a little to a curious, gentle press, and the Sheriff was reminded of a well-trained dog.

He leaned down, body leisurely stretching out between Derek’s legs, and breathed out warm air, watching the crisp, dark hair move. Derek made a noise at that – a deep, almost confused sound as he shifted and then settled once more.

John pressed a kiss against his boy’s ass, then let one hand wander further down, fingers slipping beneath Derek’s heavy sac lying there vulnerable and on display. It felt loose and warm in the Sheriff’s gently weighing hand and he could see the boy’s hole start to work as he began rolling the orbs and gently tugging a little just to see the skin stretch and feel Derek’s thighs quiver around his shoulders.

He kept a hold of Derek’s balls as he leaned down and took an experimental lick of the exposed hole, waiting for Derek’s reaction.

He could already see it in his mind – Derek slowly but surely waking from his deep nap and realizing what was happening; those desperate little sounds out of his throat when he understood that he would not be able to move at all due to the hand on his balls; how he was well and truly trapped and helpless to John’s whims…

I want you to use me, indeed.

Really want fat Erica to dominate those boys with her thick thighs and wide hips, make them beg and plead just to touch her soft curvy body

Anonymous said: “

Re: Erica – I love both her playing as a brat and her domming someone like Derek. What about her making him tend to her like a house pet or slave?”

ooohhh Derek would be such a good house boy for fat!Erica! he’d be so earnest and try so hard.

Yes, he does tend to just stand there and ogle her with an open mouth and a boner tenting his jockstrap when she stands in her bedroom and holds outfits in front of her body, idly trying to decide what she wants to look gorgeous in that day; or when she works out and her whole body is just moving and he wants to bury his face and hands (and that little unruly dick) in her, because he’s still an Alpha and she’s still his Beta and sometimes he thinks he could provide for her and make the decisions instead the other way round.

It’s because of that that she sometimes goes weeks without letting him fuck her – which is to say that she will definitely make love to herself. She’ll even let him watch when she lies on the bed and plays with herself.

Maybe on her side so he can see how thick her chubby thighs are like that and how her body fat jiggles when she really gets into it; really fucks herself on one of her toys from behind. Face open and blissful as she groans and squeezes down on it. Every now and then she’ll peek at him and see him sitting there a big wet spot on the front of his sweatpants, nipples tiny and tight, his whole body so ready but he’s not allowed anything other than to sit and watch.

When she does let him mount her, she makes sure he knows who’s in charge. Her sharp fangs always at his throat, her claws at his quivering sides as he jerks and thrusts, face sweaty and so concentrated because he wants this to last; how he can feel her soft belly pressing against his; her chubby, strong thighs against his sides.

Only it never lasts long. Never. He’s just too excited the poor boy. Too excited and too pent up.