#a simple display of submission

[milequaritchsslut]

Chapter One — Never Really Gone

Summary: Ever since you left your controlling ex boyfriend Miguel, you can’t seem to shake the feeling that your being watched. Little did you know he never left your side, not for one second

Pairing: Ex boyfriend stalker!Miguel x Fem!reader

Warnings: Stalking, perverted thoughts, non consensual viewing, sabotage, bad self image, manipulation, obsession

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He was in love, with you. The love of his life, it was you. It would always be you, the woman of his dreams. The woman he never let be by herself, the woman he showered with his love and affection, the woman he sleep next to every night for years, the woman who dumped him. He was in shock when you left him, the way you yelled and screamed at him, telling him how controlling and obsessive he was when it came to you. His heart broke a bit, only a bit though. He didn’t believe a word you said, he knew you loved him. You were just being dramatic right? That’s what he told you at least, right before you walked out the door and into a new life.

It had been a few months since you two had talked, but he never left your side. Not for one moment, he had your whole schedule down. The fact that you woke up every week day at 9:00am sharp, you then walked to the kitchen to make breakfast, usually 2 pieces of toast and a glass of orange juice. You then got ready putting on your clothes taking about 15 minutes fairly, then you would do your hair, brushing through your thick curls. Letting your hair out, falling against your face and covering the sides of your light features, highlighting your beautiful attributes. He wrote it all down, how many times you looked at your phone, what you looked at on your phone. He knew you better then you knew yourself

He wasn’t one to beg, it was simple really. You were his no matter what you did, no matter how many hook ups you had. He didn’t mind them, in fact he appreciated them, cause he knew they would never be able to please you like he did. He knew every sweet spot on that heavenly body of yours, how to make you whine and whither under him in seconds. He gave you whatever you desired, every single little thing you wanted you got. All he had asked was that you listened to his many rules, but you couldn’t even do that could you?

But that was ok because you were perfect in his eyes no matter what. Every mistake you made he ignored, cause you never made mistakes, his pretty little princess was perfect, clean from any sins and impurities. You really were a beautiful Angel, fallen from the home of ecstasy. But you needed to be protected, from this harsh and cruel world. Oh needed to stay inside, with only him. Because he was the only person on this planet who could take care of you, the only one you needed. You were nothing without him, that’s what he told you before bed every night. Telling you about how he gave you everything, and the least you owed him was your obedience and submission. But of course you had to be a naughty little princess and discard his very clear and simple rules didn’t you? But he’d have you back in no time, faster then he could snap his fingers.

Tonight you had a date, a dinner date at a nice restaurant. His name was Ryan, a tall thin and kind man. You two had been talking for about a month now, he was a sweet man. He sent you gifts, but you never got them. He had asked you many times if you’d received the beautiful displays of Lillie’s and roses he sent via mail. But your mind went blank and confused, your eyebrows furrowed, you simply had no idea what he was talking about. Miguel laughed at this, he had been taking those roses for weeks now. Throwing them in a nearby trash, leaving them to rot without you ever seeing them. He couldn’t have his princess being buttered up by another man could he?

You sat on the edge of your bed, legs crossed and sitting pretty. You had put on a tight black dress, a small slit on the bottom left. Some vanilla scented perfume and your usual makeup routine. You were getting anxious, Ryan was supposed to pick you up 5 minutes ago and he wasn’t answering your texts. Miguel had set up a watching area right by your window, watching how your legs squeezed together in anxiousness. The way you brushed and fixed your hair one too many times, getting antsy for him to arrive. He smiled at your idioticness, laughing as you waited for a man who would never show.

A few texts and calls later you finished up empty handed, he stood you up. You cursed yourself for being so dumb, of course he wasn’t gonna show up. You had nothing to offer is what you told yourself, just like Miguel said. You were nothing without him, just another girl that was dumped and thrown to the side. He watched as your confidence plummeted, just as he expected. Every step of his plan going hand in hand, like pieces of a puzzle slowly but surely fitting together. You were dumb to say the least, you really fell for a simple and plain man like Ryan? So predictable

Ryan wasn’t any happier, somehow his internet was shut off. He had a good network, and a decent phone line. So he just couldn’t figure out why he wasn’t able to text you? But that was alright he would just drive over, he had put on a nice suit and a black tie. Walking out to his driveway, his eyes widened in disbelief. His tires were flat, no air or anything in them. Like deflated balloons, a child had just let go of and flew across the room. Miguel laughed again, snickering at your dates little mishap, or was it just a coincidence?

Well either way he wasn’t able to reach you, your heart breaking as you threw your dress to the side and slipped into your silk pink pajamas. You stormed off to the bathroom, wiping off the remaining of your makeup. It was a waste really, all of that lotion, shampoo, conditioner, and perfume you used for nothing. The aggression in your wiping was getting harder and harder, a few eyelashes being ripped off as you threw the wipe into the trash bin. ‘So fucking dumb’ is what you kept repeating in your mind, how could you be so stupid? You were so boring and plain, why would he take you out? Looking up at yourself in the mirror you sighed, scanning your bare and rough face, hands tracing the smudged mascara and lipgloss wiped along your face. You were a mess, and all over some guy you met on a dating app? God were you helpless, your lips formed a pout, holding back the tear that had mistakenly slipped past your thick eyelashes and down your cheek.

You weren’t gonna let yourself sulk and cry over some stupid guy, you weren’t that pathetic at least. Walking to the kitchen, you opened the fridge, the bright light stinging your eyes as you let out a small hiss. You rummaged through your pantry, finding that ice cream you liked. Topped with that fruit your mom had dropped off, and whipping cream you had gotten awhile ago. Your ingredients were splayed across the table, hands placing everything into where they needed to be. It was perfect, an ice cream sundae. You smiled, the tears drying up and a sense of peace replacing it. That was until you heard a knock at your door, you sighed, slightly annoyed by the small inconvenience. You mopped over to the door, undoing the chain and turning the knob. To be met with a strange looking man, tall, muscular, dark black hair, and a jet black hoodie with some baggy sweatpants.

“Who are you?” You asked, eyes trying to see his face better through his dark hooded face. He reached down, hands lifting your chin to see him. A sadistic grin danced on his face as he took a step forward, stepping into your home with his muddied boots. Finally his other hand came to pull his hoodie off, his face now clear as day to you. Your stomach dropping, eyes widening, as all color from your face drained. It was him.

“Did you miss me mami?”

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[itsbuckytm]

Envy and Passion (Pt. 2) / Coriolanus Snow.

summary : this moving forward, the romantic affair of Coriolanus and you began to blossomed ever seen its first meet. with a envy for lust and power, snow is relcontless to make you officially his. with a gesture not so normal, and to perhaps have your father finally accept the two love bird's relationship.

read part one first!! : part one

english isn't my first language, so i excuse for small typo or error mistakes. ps : please don't copy my work or use it without proper credit! thank you.

Your involvement with Coriolanus Snow persisted, concealed from your father who remained oblivious to the situation. Fortunately, Snow chose to invest a significant amount of time with you in the laboratory. This arrangement included the opportunity to assist him directly under the guidance of Dr. Gaul herself. Surprisingly, it never posed a challenge for either of you. Whenever Snow felt a desire or yearned to intertwine his warm fingers with your cold skin, he didn't hesitate to express it openly, especially when you pleaded with him to do so. 

"Speak it aloud." He would insist, his piercing blue eyes fixed on the stark contrast of your dark pupils. He found this juxtaposition oddly unsettling yet captivating, especially as you exuded confidence despite the complete reversal of your family's name. Which contrasted oddly well, when you presented yourself before Snow, adopting a submissive demeanor, he ensured not to overlook it. "Say that you desire me." He commanded, and in that instant, his voice deepened. The soft gaze that he had employed earlier to pause shifted into something more intense, with his eyebrows furrowing, expressing a mix of dignity, pride, and a hunger solely for you.

Every time Snow expressed his feelings and unwavering commitment, a warmth would spread across your cheeks. "I desire you, Snow." You confessed, feeling palpitations resonating throughout your entire body, experiencing emotions previously unfamiliar to you. Despite your father's strict measures to ensure you remained free from romantic entanglements, the fear of him discovering your involvement with Snow loomed over you. Uttering Snow's name could potentially lead to punishment for both of you. However, in the present moment, neither of you cared about the potential consequences, dismissing any concerns about possible repercussions.  

Upon your confession and Snow's acceptance of your words, he reveled in the opportunity to explore every inch of your skin visible to his eyes alone. Your gentle touch on his blouse, revealing a glimpse of his chest, was met with amusement as you feigned clumsiness, as if he hadn't witnessed it before. Chuckling at your playful act, he remarked. "You know, if you were eager to see me shirtless, you could have asked from the very beginning." Despite the confidence instilled by your father, your shyness intrigued Snow. It fascinated him to witness a strong, independent woman like yourself, who, despite her confidence, found herself pleading at his mercy. And he wasn't complaining one bit. 

"All I want is to wait for the perfect moment." Was your simple declaration. Yet, Snow, with his deceptive and unconvincing response to your second confession, couldn't help but see through the charade. He knew all too well that it wasn’t just a matter of time. This realization felt somewhat absurd to him, considering that from the very start of your love affair, it was you who ensured that your skin was exposed. This time around, despite the temptation to witness another captivating display, he found himself yearning for you to admire him, to experience the same emotions he felt whenever your eyes met his. “How about we change a little bit?” 

"Change?" Your brows furrowed this time, a mix of confusion, anticipation, and eagerness, curious about what Snow had in store. After all, Snow was known for his penchant for surprises. It wasn't a coincidence that both of you were selected as Dr. Gaul's personally chosen students for her mentoring. Dr. Gaul was well aware of your relationship, and if it served to prolong the Hunger Games, she had a keen understanding of how to maintain loyalty between you and Snow. Whether the connection was romantic or not mattered little to her; as long as the two of you were working and following orders, Dr. Gaul was pleased. 

Snow reached for your fingers, and as they entwined with his, he motioned for you to sit on his lap. You complied effortlessly, well aware that whenever Snow needed a break from paperwork while maintaining focus, a call for you to be on his lap was a common occurrence. It served as a distraction, allowing him to immerse himself in the scent of your presence. Despite his internal struggle to control his obsession and resist the urge to engage in more intimate activities right there on his desk, the desire to hear your submissive murmurings and witness your eyes fixated on him alone was always tempting. However, today presented a deviation from the norm. As you settled onto his lap, his back comfortably resting against the chair, his fingers intertwined with yours, prompting to unbutton his blouse, you could only utter. "Oh..." In disbelief at his prompt actions. 

"Oops, I guess a few buttons slipped," Snow playfully admitted, revealing the subtle nature of his game. While he made it seem like his own oversight, the fact that your fingers remained intertwined with his suggested that he was not entirely innocent. It conveyed that, even if he were eager to take the blame, you were not hesitant to make his chest slightly visible. However, for Snow, it wasn't merely about a brief glimpse of his chest. He intended to shed everything – from blouse to coat – without hesitation, relishing the opportunity to hear the gasps and disapproval echoing from your own father.

A blush tinted your features, the same blush that had adorned your face during the reaping ceremony. It was a blush Snow relished, a sign that he was gaining complete control over you. Without hesitation, he took it upon himself to unbutton his entire blouse with a single hand. "It's getting a little hot, isn't it?" He casually remarked, using it as an excuse and subtly suggesting you might want to do the same if it pleased you. However, you resisted the urge to swiftly follow suit, observing as Snow confidently removed both his blouse and coat in one fluid motion. As you could’ve sworn to feel your teeth sinking the bottom of your lip. The tension between the two of you became apparent now. He wanted you. And you wanted him. 

Before he proceeded, his fingers gently disentangled from yours, trailing along your thighs as your short skirt revealed more skin, much to his satisfaction. He couldn't resist brushing it against your lips, a desire he had been suppressing since he first laid eyes on you that morning. With genuine affection, he admired the skirt he loved so much, especially paired with the Academy's uniform blouse you had deliberately made a little looser this time. He took notice when he observed your cleavage being more pronounced that very same day. 

"You can't fathom how much I've yearned to taste you. Don't pretend to be innocent, Princess. It's our little game, you know." Our Little Game. He declared, and the words echoed in your mind. However, in the midst of numerous affairs and the expression of feelings, the certainty of whether he genuinely meant it, whether his love for you was real, or if uttering your name was merely a distraction to maintain his sanity, became increasingly elusive. "Then, demonstrate your love for me.” You challenged. Without a moment's hesitation, your words caught him off guard, almost offended. "After everything I've done for you?" He countered.

You felt his lips brushed against yours, temptation of not wanting to kiss you on the spot. While you challenged him such deal, he became almost too offended by your question. Was it even obvious? Snow became a little persistent, and with his piercing blue eyes never leaving it’s gaze now his eyes began darker. Darker as his gaze became aware of his need for you. A need of you becoming his officially. And today, it was one of the few occasions he could at least do. “I will.” 

His fingers delicately cradled your face, exhibiting a hunger to explore and savor every inch of your skin exclusively reserved for him. Starting with your lips, he pressed his plump lips against yours, reveling in the intoxicating taste of your cherry balm that drove him to the brink of insanity. This obsession was so profound that whenever he encountered a blossoming Cherry Tree, it inevitably reminded him of you. Not stopping there, he proceeded to confidently grip your backside, causing your loose skirt to flutter up. The chill from the brisk lab air made you flinch in response to the sudden exposure.  

"Mine. Mine." His voice grew rougher, a tone that required a certain adaptation on your part. Your head tilted backward as you felt his lips trail down the crook of your neck, an area he longed to adorn with endless pampering and marks that, at least, could be concealed. Today, however, he made sure they were visible, intended to stoke the fires of your father's entire disdain. "Mine until the break of dawn." He declared, feeling the friction between cloth and underwear intensify, causing his arousal to surge. Snow could no longer contain himself when your soft fingers journeyed from his immaculate chest to the zipper of his pants. In a mere second, as you unzipped them, you teasingly grasped his now fully erect member and gently stroked it, bringing him undeniable pleasure. 

"If you truly mean it." You approached him with a hint of seduction, taking control of the situation. In this game of chess, Snow had anticipated that one day the tables would turn, and today seemed to be that day. "Make love to me like you've never done before. Make me moan until the sounds echo through the entire lab, risking the chance of getting caught." To Snow's surprise, he tilted his head upon hearing your bold words, realizing that the desire you expressed mirrored his own. This opportunity was rare, the only time both of you could be together. If it wasn't for your father's protection; you would feel ashamed if he were to catch a glimpse of the two of you right now. Yet, love has a way of blinding reason. 

“And make your father know, to who you belong to. Princess.” He lingered with a loving and lust of wanted to fuck you. This time although he enjoyed a quickie, he wanted to make it an experience for you, whether it was sloppy or messy. It did not mattered for the both of you, as long as Snow showed and declared his entire love for you. It was all it mattered. 

After the surprisingly enjoyable encounter, you suddenly realized the time and the fact that you had completely forgotten about a meeting with Dr. Gaul and your father regarding the Hunger Games. You began to panic. "Shit, I'm going to be late!" You exclaimed, and Snow found it oddly cute, especially since you rarely used such language in public. "Don't forget this." Even though Snow was well aware of what he was doing, you hastily grabbed anything resembling a uniform. As long as you had your skirt back on, along with the coat and blouse, it should be enough to avoid arousing suspicion. Thankfully, with your hair strategically covering the hickeys, you managed to arrive late to the meeting, running at full speed without raising any eyebrows.

Upon finally arriving, you seized the chance to catch your breath, fortunate that your father and everyone else attending the meeting were engrossed in Dr. Gaul's presentation. However, upon laying eyes on you, she couldn't help but voice concern about your uniform. "Y/N, my dear. What is this monstrosity?" Swiftly, your father's gaze shifted to you, taking note of the alteration in your uniform. The blouse, that delicately hugging your curves, now appeared slightly larger, evident in your fingers poking through its sleeves. It became glaringly obvious that it wasn't yours but Snow's. You found yourself in a deeper mess. Vaguely recalling seeing Snow casually blending his blouse with yours before leaving, you realized it was another way for him to mark you as his own—a subtle yet effective gesture, particularly if it meant provoking your father into a boiling rage. 

"And where might Snow be? He was supposed to be invited to this meeting as well," Dr. Gaul expressed her suspicion. Although you attempted to ignore your father's disapproving gaze, well aware of his concerns and mentoring about his feelings regarding Snow, you were preoccupied by Snow's unexpected actions. You weren't certain if he was indeed coming or intentionally delaying his arrival to avoid raising suspicion, only to later excuse himself for being late and have Dr. Gaul overlook his absence. “I didn’t know Snow was invited for today’s meeting…” Was all you could say, which wasn’t entirely false. 

Dismissing her concern for Snow, she accepted your response. Despite being already aware of the possible relationship between the two of you, she simply smiled at you and suggested you join the audience. As you took a seat next to your father, he noticed your arrival. Quite annoyed at least. “Next time, try to cover the marks in your neck. For the love of god, Y/N.” Shit, your father had spot Snow’s hickeys. If it wasn’t to make it worse even noticed the slight change in your cheeks as it was still showing a flushed and pink shade from the climax you had encountered prior with Snow. Instead to not disrupt any further you obliged and apologize like the good daughter you were meant to be. “It will never happen again, I promise.” But did you? 

As anticipated, Snow arrived late. Fortunately, he had the foresight to bring an extra blouse, fully intending to have you wear one of his. The expression on your father's face when he noticed the unconventional attire was exactly what Snow had anticipated. Doing his best to catch his breath after rushing to the meeting, he excused himself, saying, "Sorry, I am late." Dr. Gaul acknowledged his presence and gestured for him to sit next to you. A proud smile adorned Snow's face as he witnessed the exact expression he had expected from your father.

“Loving the uniform, sweetheart.” He casually said, whispering to your ear this time before quickly gaining his attention back to him but also making sure that you were aware of his meschibiosu little guess. 

"Shut up, Snow." He hoped to hear from you as you were about to speak up. Instead, it was your father's voice that uttered those words upon realizing that it wasn't, in fact, your uniform all this time but Snow's. Anticipating a response from you after your father's remark, Snow waited, but instead, Casca continued. "Just be a little more secretive next time." 

To your surprise, you glanced over at your father, intending to defend yourself. However, a mere gaze from him conveyed the unspoken message that if you attempted to object, he would ensure an end to the relationship. Despite his unwillingness to witness his daughter's unhappiness due to her father's unwarranted bias against the Snow family, he held on to the hope that, at the very least, Coriolanus Snow wasn't akin to his own father. Or... was your father not entirely wrong?

"We will." 

Snow's voice lingered in the crook of your neck, indicating his satisfaction with your father's newfound approval of the relationship. Finally, he felt unburdened, no longer afraid to proudly show the world that you were his and his alone.

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[fatuifucker]

The urge to overstimulate scara till he's a whining sobbing mess... God he would look so pretty 😋🤭

sub trans! wanderer x dom gn reader (cock can be read as strap)

WARNINGS = smut, penetration (reader giving), oral (reader giving), overstimulation, praise at the end, wanderer is named kuni

A/N = experimenting with my writing style again, i feel like trans scara doesn't do as well as amab scara but listen its my blog and if i want to write scara squirting in the reader's face over and over again i will

W/C = 0.7k

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He's perfect when he's not running his mouth, name-calling his enemies in fights, or being all high and mighty. No, you much prefer him panting, tongue out like a dog in heat, eyes rolled back and hands clutching onto your scalp. And you, on your knees, face buried into his slutty pussy.

“Just you wait I’ll— I’ll get back at— uh~haah!”

You give him a simple “mhm” as you pull on his puffy clit, coaxing another adorable cry from the Wanderer. Supple thighs squeeze your head, searching for some sort of purchase as you ruin him with your tongue. It’s hot, messy and scorching, legs quivering as he grinds his cunt against you, begging you to give him more. He’s irresistible. Pussy juice as sweet as divine honey, an addictive ambrosia you can’t get enough of; lapping it all up, drinking and drinking as he twists and turns on the bed.

You rub your thighs against each other to ease the heat, restraining the urge to outright fingerfuck yourself. You squeeze your thighs together as you blow on the hardened bulb — watching him writhe — before taking it in your mouth and suckling on the bub. The warmth encapsulates his tiny, oversensitive clit, while fingers rub and stretch his tight inner walls. Yet it isn't enough for the desperate little doll, spreading puffy labia with the aid of a pair of hands; a wordless plea for your tongue. The shape of anatomy revealed in exhaustive detail, displaying his drenched, needy pussy even to the pearlescent drops that hang on his lips and, oh, is your throat parched.

Your tongue glides across his folds, eating up each submissive moan he procures as he gets closer and closer to his incoming high…and breaks. Kuni gives the most adorable squeal as spurts of slick gushes out of his pulsing cunt, soaking you in his wetness, splattering all over your clothes in little drops. You stare in awe as Kuni turns away, hiding his scarlet-dyed face with his hands.

"Don't…don't say a word."

"That was unbelievably hot, Kuni."

"I told you not to say anything." Indigo eyes narrow as he glares at you, those same eyes widening upon seeing your dick lined to his cunt. "Hey! What are you doing?!"

"I want to see you like that again. If you'll let me." Your palms ghost his trembling thighs, waiting for permission.

The Wanderer's mouth opens and closes, weighing his options before finally, it forms a "yes."

He winces as you penetrate him, stretching the crevices of his flesh in a sublime saccharine pleasure-pain. The pliant hole squeezes around your cock, clamping down on you as you pound him. Hands roam around his body — his tiny waist and hips, squishy thighs that taunt you for a bite, a neck marked in hues of red that will fade away in a few hours time — before settling on his clit once more. 

You pull all the way out, leaving just the tip, and snap your hips, thrusting all the way in. The noise that comes out of the Wanderer is just delectable: a garbled cry as if he choked on a cock. Each snap of your hips forces another moan from the exhausted doll, hands fumbling before deciding to settle on your back, blunt nails digging into your flesh as he babbles in his lust-drunk language.

His slippery clit aches from the abuse from your fingers that spares him no mercy; the movements clumsy and erratic, yet each ministration garnering the sweetest gasps from the puppet-doll as his hole twitches. He’s too far gone. Lost in subspace as he chants your name like a mantra. Mesmerising is what he is; moonlight reflecting the beads of sweat on his snow-white face as he lays there and accepts everything that you have you give him, even if it’s more than he can take. He comes undone with a shriek, legs shuddering and face twisted in pleasure as he squirts his gossamer juices and coats your legs with stickiness.

The Wanderer lays motionless, grimacing ever so slightly as you slowly pull your cock out. Hands caresses the Wanderer’s cheeks, your hushed voice whispering coos and praises in his ears as you plant kisses all over his face. He turns his head for a kiss on the lips, giving you a tired yet sincere smile.

“Thank you.”

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[holybibly]

I'm imagining cam boy! Matz that invite you on their stream to try something new and end tying you up and blindfolding you, Hwa kissing your neck while Hongjoong teases you with light caresses with a whip only to smack you with it here and there to surprise you, loving your startled moans and the way your entire body twitches until he reaches your pussy and slaps your clit with it until he has you coming all over it while Seonghwa patiently waits his turn and plays with your nipples 🥴

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Wow! Baby, write me more, I want to know every thought that's lurking in your head. Cos it's bloody hot in here, isn't it?

Everyone should just admit it: we are MATZ's absolute whores. Their dynamics, their style, their classy looks - we just need more. Honestly, I can never get enough of them.

The first person to see you was Seonghwa. You were made of vanilla, radiating tenderness, and he could already taste it on his tongue. Innocent. Pure. Absolutely fuckable.

Hongjoong will be so in love with you.

In a way, you were a reminder of Seonghwa's self before his meeting with Hongjoong. Hongjoong had once ruined him completely, and now Seonghwa was desperate to ruin someone personally.

Their dynamic was simple: Seonghwa is vicious, alluring, and majestic, and Hongjoong is dark, dominant, and depraved. It was the perfect duet. Hongjoong fucked Seonghwa; Seonghwa fucked Hongjoong; it was all so simple, but between the two of them, there was this strange void that they were trying to fill. They wanted someone soft and gentle, someone they could spoil with wealth and luxury, and someone they could fuck regularly.

And you—you were ideal.

A few seductive words, a few lingering touches, a few expensive gifts and luxurious dates, a few hours of long kisses and passionate sex, and you were all theirs.

It never bothered you that they were cam boys in the first place. In fact, you might have liked it a little too much, but you would never admit it out loud.

They have never included you in their plans. Until today. You looked too seductive in that pretty lace underwear set - all that white lace and frills. You were just begging to be scolded.

"Don't be afraid, princess. We're not going to hurt you. We just want to play with you for a little while and show everyone what a beautiful doll Hongjoong and I have." Seonghwa whispered tenderly into your ear. His hands tied a wide satin band around your head, blinding you. "You're going to like it, I promise." He said this as he tied your hands together behind your back and completely restricted your movement.

You were seated on the edge of the bed in front of Seonghwa. Your legs were spread wide and held in place by his long legs. All in all, you were at their mercy. Blinded and immobilised, just as they wanted you to be.

"Good evening, everyone," Hongjoong's voice purred, and at that moment, you felt how Seonghwa's lips started sensuously kissing your neck. His thin, cold fingers traced a slow path along the curve of your breasts above your bra. The sensation sent goosebumps up and down your skin.

"Hwa and I are doing great, thank you for asking." You try to catch every word that Hongjoong says, but the way Seonghwa's hot mouth sucks and licks your neck doesn't help you at all and you start to fall into the pit of lust and submission.

"We've got something special for you today."

You hear a rustling sound; most likely, Joong is turning the camera so that you and Seonghwa will be visible to the public.

And a deafening sound of sharp dings of more tip notifications fills the room as soon as your cute figure is on public display. Hongjoong's laughter and Seonghwa's soft mooing against your neck echo in the ringing of the coins.

"This is Hwa and me's beautiful girl. Isn't she a sight for sore eyes?"

And that is how it begins.

Another sharp blow to the inside of your thigh made you scream out in fright. This had been going on for a long time. Every nerve in your body was hypersensitive, and every touch was like a scorching flame. Hongjoong drove you crazy with his games, while Seonghwa rubbed and pinched your nipples. 

Your juices dripped shamelessly on the bed. Your beautiful lace panties were pushed aside so that all of Seonghwa and Hongjoong's subscribers could see your slutty little cunt. 

"I can't take it anymore, please. It hurts." You were literally whimpering; the silk ribbon over your eyes was wet from the tears that were pouring out of your eyes without stopping. 

"You're doing so well, Princess." Seonghwa said as he ran his fingers up and down your thigh in a slow, seductive path. "One more orgasm, love; give us one more, and we'll give you some rest." 

A new tinkling sound echoed through the room, and you heard Hongjoong giggling enthusiastically.

"That's a great idea, guys. Our girl will be in love with it, in my opinion."

Hongjoong's words didn't bode well, and you felt your heart pounding in your chest. Fear and excitement mixed.

You shrieked and arched into Songhwa's arms, moaning loudly and throwing your head back onto his shoulder as the soft, cold skin of the whip touched your heated, wet folds. The tightly twisted material rubbed against your throbbing clit a few times before slapping against it weakly. 

The sensation was like a bolt of lightning running through your body. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head under the tight blindfold, all of your body shaking uncontrollably as your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave. Your mouth was open in a silent, gasping moan, and your juices spurted everywhere, soaking the expensive sheets beneath you. 

You slowly came back to reality after a dizzying orgasm, and Seonghwa removed the blindfold from your tear-stained eyes and kissed your cheek gently. 

"My beautiful princess."

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Hongjoong chats sweetly with his audience, reading the comments and telling his followers about you. All the while, Seonghwa keeps kissing your neck and shoulders and playing with your swollen nipples. 

When Hongjoong turns to you, a seductive grin plays across his devilishly handsome features, and his dark eyes sparkle like topazes—seductive and dangerous.

"Are you ready for your next game, my love? Let's show our viewers just how good Seonghwa is at eating you up."   After this, you'll never want to join them on a live stream again. 

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[l3viat8an]

HAVE THOUGHTS BUT I'M TOO AFRIAD TO POST THEM SO I'M SENDING THEM TO U INSTEAD CUZ I THINK U MIGHT LIKE IT

Imagine Admiral! Levi who just starts whining and moaning pathetically as your hand wraps around his cock(s). There's nothing special about the way you're jerking him off. But the way you have Hell's Grand Admiral, A Lord of the Devildom in your hands, eyes filled with tears at was essentially just a simple blowjob.

Something so simply, Vanilla

For him to act like you were fucking his brains out, it was a pathetic display. And you making sure to tell him that. What would his subordinates think? Their Commanding officer being such a slut for a weak human.

Leviathan, a demon with a body count in the millions, acting like so submissive.

Ajshsjjajd i love sub levi so much💕

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Hsjaywuagajag nonnie ily for this <3

And the way Levi’s hips buck up to meet your hand and he whimpers, agreeing with you that he really is pathetic. You make him this way-

He doesn’t want to think about what his subordinates would think….really he should be stronger then this, but it’s you.

Levi’s always a mess when it comes to you…he knows it too-

Something so simple….so plan like a handjob shouldn’t feel so fuckin’ good. But knowing it’s your hand and your voice and just you….is enough to have him whining your name and cumming all over your hand…

#I’m sooooo normal about sub! Levi <333 (lying XD) #idk how I didn’t see this sooner!!- sorry anon T_T #anon! #levi <333 #obey me! #obey me smut #obey me levi x reader #obey me levi #obey me x reader #om! smut #obmswd smut #obmswd x reader #om! x reader #om! leviathan #roro writes

[bump1nthen1ght]

A Very Monstrous Kinktober: Day 16 (Public)

Kink: Public Sex

Pairing: Male!Vampire x GN!Reader

Other kinks: Reverse Cowgirl, Doggy Style, Creampie

Warnings: Implied Kidnapping, Dubious Consent

Word Count: 1060 words

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“I must say, this meal is exquisite.”

There's a general murmur of agreement around the table, just vague enough to not draw attention to any one person. Your master, Cillian, takes another sip of his wine. “Where did you say this meat was from again?”

Sebastian, one of your masters closest friends and whose servants had set up this dinner tonight, answers with a smile. “Japan, your liege. It’s wagyu.”

“Ahh yes, that sounds right.” Cillian takes a slice of the rare beef, red juices squelching onto the plate as he cuts a cube for his fork. “Here my darling, you must try this.”

Even with his steady hand, you struggle to take a bite from your master's fork. The hand that guides your hips, keeps you bouncing on your master's cock, shows now sign of slowing down, forcing you to try and line up your mouth with some difficulty. The drool dripping down your jaw doesn’t help either, making your pallet wet and slippery as you try and grab the cube. Curious, ravenous eyes seem to dig into your skin, the entire retinue watching as you struggle with the simple action.

Your master rewards you with a pat on your ass when you finally choke the bite down, the rich flavor and fat sitting on your tongue.

“How was it, love?”

“D-delicious, my lord. My compliments-” Your voice catches in your throat, Cillian hitting hard against the particularly sensitive spot inside you. “M-my compliments to the chef, Sebastian.”

Vampires cannot blush, but a familiar look of flattery crosses Sebsastian’s face anyway. His eyes linger down to your entrance swallowing his superior’s cock, but only for a second, before locking back on you.

“Thank you.”

Cillian takes another bite of the meat, moaning at the spices before setting his fork down. Cillian takes another sip of his wine, some spilling into your lower back when you jerk and twitch in his grasp. Your master tuts.

“Making a mess, aren’t we dear?”

Cillian jokes, getting a congenial laugh from the rest of the table. As the master of this coven, Cillian holds considerable sway over all the vampires present. All of them do whatever they need to to please him, all with the hopes of gaining boons or his favor. It’s why these dinner parties are so frequent, often supplied by the lower vampire’s staff in order to impress their head. It’s why no one complains when Cillian decides to fuck you in the middle of dinner, showing off your body and your submission. They all keep a cool and detached air, not showing any embarrassment or desire, knowing how possessive Cillian is of you, his favorite toy.

Even so, you can’t ignore the covetous glances to your nude form, the desperation which reeks off of all of them. You think Cillian does too, but revels in their obedience. He knows they want you too, to drink and to fuck, but he also knows that no one would dare to try anything.

“Shall we start dessert?”

Cillian says, setting down his wine. There's another general murmur of agreement, various servant thralls clearing dishes away as others bring out several silver trays of Red Velvet Cake. A thrall moves to give Cillian a slice, but he waves his hand first.

“Everyone may start without me. I still need a moment.”

The thrall just nods obediently, everyone else slicing into their cake as Cillian sits up. With you still sheathed on his cock, he presses your upper half into the table and kicks your legs apart, your toes now just touching the floor as he readjusts himself. Cutlery and porcelain clatters as Cillian begins fucking you in earnest. Your fingers dig into the nearest tablecloth, mouth open in a debaucherous display. You don’t bother to hide your moans, already knowing how angry that makes Cillian.

You hear Cillian grunting behind you, rock-hard hips snapping into your backside as he thrusts like an animal. There's a resounding slap that echoes through the dining room when Cillian spanks you, but no vampire even bothers to look up from their dessert. Some even make small side conversation, barely hearable from the clapping of your skin and the thumping table.

Your eyes wander nonetheless, trying to remember how you got here. Surrounded by some of the most gorgeous creatures imaginable, being defiled so openly.

Your eyes catch in someones; Sebastian, who sits closest to you and your master. He carries significant clout in the coven, being so close to your master, and it means he doesn't bother to look away from you. In fact you think you see him lick his lips, ruby red irises dancing down the curve of your back to your ass, which jiggles against Cillian’s thrusts.

“Oh, I’m close, dearest.”

Cillian moans, once again ignored by the rest of the coven. But you can feel several more eyes digging into your skin, younger vampires who can’t resist looking at the erotica in front of them.

“I think I’ll cum inside you tonight, lovely.” Cillian purrs, digging his hands into the fat of your ass cheeks. “It’s been so long since you've milked my cock properly, since I’ve drained my balls into this hole.” Cillian spanks your ass again and you close your eyes, the embarrassment of everything becoming too overwhelming. Your toes curl as your own orgasm grows closer, only adding to your shame.

“So tight.” The table legs squeak as they scratch into the fine hardwood floor, the entire table shaking as Cillian thrusts faster and faster. The other vampires simply hold tight to their glasses of wine so they don’t spill. “Gods, yes!”

Cillian yells as he cums deep inside of you, streams of hot cum painting your insides as Cillian leans down and bites into your shoulder. Your gasp, fresh tears running down your face as you cum around his cock for all to see.

Cillian collapses back into his chair, still sheathed inside you as he leans forward and grabs his glass of wine. He takes a long sip, petting your side.

“How is dessert, everyone?” He asks the crowd.

Everyone gives their compliments, saying it’s perfectly fluffy and sweet. Cillian nods.

“Hmm, then I’ll take a slice.”

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[pathetic-sapphic]

You write for The Arcana right (・・。)ゞ

Could you do Asra, Julian, and Nadia reacting to teasing from an MC who’s more on the dominant side, and likes to take initiative?

And how will they are to give up control in the bedroom?

ASRA

They love when you take initiative and show your dominant side. Asra is very sly and will act bratty if you're into that too. They will try to tease you back and act all smug but as soon as they're forced into a corner with your thigh between their legs, their face takes on such a lovely shade of red.

Always used to being the more affectionate and loving one, Asra's weak spot is undoubtedly you and the love you give him. If instead of being rough you take on a more soft and affectionate approach, he's taken aback. Start softly kissing all over his face while caressing his fluffy hair, worship his body and praise him. You can feel how his half of the heart is overflowing with love and want.

Has a hard time letting you take the initiative because they love pleasing you and making you feel good. You have to do your best to help them relax but a simple ''Be good and let me take care of you, baby.'' is enough to make Asra relax and let you use their body to your heart's content.

JULIAN

Congrats, you two are perfect for each other! Might as well get married now and save everyone the embarrassment from having to witness the two of you being all over each other wherever you go.

Julian loves your dominant nature, we already know he is very submissive and flirty. He'll try to tease you first but it's game over as soon as you tease back. Your sultry voice and alluring look make him all hot under the collar and it's so endearing to you.

Loves having all your attention on him, he's so responsive and whiny that, frankly, it's adorable. Tries to be very good for you but his impatience makes it hard. Luckily, it's quite easy putting him in his place, a stern look or a light pinch to his hip should do the trick.

Very pliant and well-behaved, Julian loves following orders and worshipping you. He wants to hear you praise him and know that he's making you feel good. Isn't above initiating things while the two of you are in a public place, he craves the thrill of almost getting caught.

NADIA

Nadia is a tougher nut to crack as she is used to being the one in control and the dominant one. It will take a while for her to get used to you taking the initiative and it's more like a battle for dominance. When people witness the two of you flirting and teasing one another, they think you're bantering because it just seems so competitive but in a good way.

Eventually, Nadia will grow more comfortable with your dominant display and will let you take care of her. She likes being worshipped and service so be prepared to give her lots and lots of attention. However, she will always return it to the best of her abilities. Might even be a bit naughty when she's making you feel good (she loves being a tease) but is quick to make up for it.

As a countess, she carries a lot of burden on her shoulders and appreciates a partner who is willing to help and lighten that burden. Make her feel so good she won't be able to worry about her duties or have any doubts of her role as the ruler of Vesuvia. Do it so that her mind is only filled with the thoughts of you and the way your body feels against hers. Life is a lot easier when Nadia has such an attentive and giving partner by her side. And she always make sure to be there for you too.

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[littlenightma]

Hello. I hope this request is not strange. Can you write a Yandere Jeeper Creepers headcanon?

Yandere!Jeepers Creepers Headcanons (NSFW)

• Your scent was intoxicating and it called to him like a siren’s song. He drops his latest kill to the ground. He had to find the source of the delicious smell or he was going to go insane. As he searches, he is bombarded with an assemblage of differentiating scents, but none of them are yours. Where are you, sneaky human? He flaps his wings harder until he is nothing but an unrecognizable blur in the sky.

• And there you are, pinned beneath him, screaming and squirming. Talons dig into your skin. Muscles ripple beneath your hands as you futilely try to pry away. He trails his nose everywhere, sniffing and scanning, searching for something. You think, this is it. This thing is going to rip me to shreds. He finally comes to a stop between your legs. Ah, there it is. To your horror he buries his face there and inhales deeply and rises with a toothy grin. He is going to enjoy you.

• Unfortunately for you, Creepers mate for life, so unless something terrible happens and you die, you’re stuck with him forever. Mating lets him to bypass the 23 year hibernation cycle, too, so yeah, until you die, you belong to the Creeper.

• There’s no use in running. He can track you from miles away and will find you every time. Not to mention he will be very displeased and will rip whoever helps you apart. All those times he allowed you to leave the den for a few hours are long gone.

• Creeper doesn’t talk much — and it depends on if he has vocal cords on him at the time — but every now and again he calls you different pet names from little human, pretty pet, or a simple mate/pup because he senses how you like it. His main form of communication is through body language or vocalization. When he growls you know you’re in trouble or when he tenses and his ears perk, it means there is someone or something nearby and you are expected to hide until it’s safe to come out.

• You do most of the talking because of this. Whenever he brings home bodies to “work on”, he listens to you ramble about different things: the weather, politics, or the new tv show you’ve been watching. He doesn’t understand a lot of it like why humans feel the need to buy their food when there was a plenty of animals to be hunted or why there were some who refused to eat meat altogether, but it doesn’t matter to him as long as he gets to hear your voice.

• Very territorial. Does not like when males of any species get close to you. Human, feline, canine, it doesn’t matter, however humans can get you pregnant and if that were to happen, he’d have no choice but to kill the offspring. No mate of his was going to bear any children that didn’t belong to him.

• Will scent and mark you to let others know you are already claimed. If anyone wants to fight for the right to have you, they can certainly try, but you know what’s going to happen, right? It’s not going to end well for them.

• You know who is in charge here, don’t you? You humans deemed yourselves the apex predators, top of the food chain, but it’s certainly not him rolled onto his back and displaying his belly in a show of submission. Such a good little pet you are.

• You’re unprepared for when he knots you the first time. Your initial reaction is to move away, however the knot is connecting you to him and will not budge, causing pain. You have no choice but to lay there and allow it to lodge itself further inside you. It’s intense, the feeling of his knot invading you, stretching you more than his monstrous cock did. You can’t believe you’re being fucked like an animal in the literal sense and how it’s even remotely possible for your human body to be adjusting so well. Wasn’t your body supposed to instinctively push out anything foreign? So why was your body greedily sucking him in and why was it starting to feel so good? Oh…

• When you’re on your period, it sends him into a state of frenzy and he will not leave you alone. The combination of your blood mixed with your pheromones are begging him to breed you. While it is impossible for him to impregnate humans, you’re still going to be put on your hands and knees, ass up and ready so he can fuck you all night long.

• And when I say all night long — I mean it. There are no breaks, no time outs, no breathers for you to take. It’s just him pounding into you relentlessly until his knot forms then it’s rinse and repeat. It’s messy, it’s sticky, and the more you cry out, the harder he goes. If you reach behind and grab his hips, pulling him close because you’re needing more is exactly how he wants you; a pleading, blood-soaked, cock drunken mess. You will never have to worry about having cramps again because he will fuck them right out of you.

• Loves to play fight. One because he wants you to learn how to properly pounce and pin prey to the ground. The more you learn to give into your own primal instincts that humans have all but lost long ago and learn to protect yourself when he isn’t around, the less he has to worry. Two, because of the social aspect of it. He likes spending time with his human and enjoys when you try your best to get the upper hand. Sometimes he will let you win, but there’s no changing the dynamics here. He will always play the dominate role.

• Takes you on impromptu flying trips. At first you were too scared to open your eyes to even look at anything and he has to jostle you until you do. It’s scary to know you’re that high in the air, but the fear eventually gives way and you begin to enjoy the wind blowing in your face.

• On those rare occasions when the Creeper isn’t out and prowling for himself, he rests you on top of his chest and cocoons you within his wings, locking them tight. He hums an old tune while scratching your back with his claws and eventually you are lulled to sleep, dreaming of a winged creature who has turned your life upside down.

• But maybe not for the worst.

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[shadowsandshapes]

In Too Deep (Blue) | afab!Reader/Gojo Satoru

Summary: You convince Gojo to go with you to the aquarium, not realizing that the man has a huge crush on you. He knows he shouldn't indulge in the urge to be close to you, but you're just too damn cute to say 'no' to. Contains: Shamelessly Self-Indulgent Fluff, Pining, First Kiss, Everyone Gets Roasted A Little (Affectionate), Hand-Holding (Scandalous) Tag: @dabislittlebeaniebaby wc: [3.5K]

An array of colorful little fish swam by, dancing in front of your eyes before swiftly retreating into the artificial coral reef in the back of the tank. They nestled themselves against the surfaces, flitting through the crevices and cracks in a beautiful display of nature. Your face was practically glowing as you leaned in closer to the tank in front of you to watch them float by. It was cute, Gojo realized, how such a simple thing could bring so much light to your eyes. Even in this dimly lit hallway of the aquarium, you shined like a beacon, drawing his gaze away from the beautiful sea life that surrounded him from all sides.

It was probably a good thing that his sunglasses obscured his eyes or you would have caught him staring at you more than once today. You were very distracting.

How you managed to convince Gojo to join you for a trip to the aquarium, he didn’t know. You were just too damn hard to say ‘no’ to. Everyone knew he was kind of a big deal. You were going, with or without him, but you’d gone out of your way to pester him into tagging along. A big important guy like him had better things to do than to waste an afternoon looking at fish and whatever other sea mammals this place had in their collection. But when you’d looked at him with those big sparkly eyes asking him to take you out, his reluctance crumbled like a house of cards. He could still hear your voice, sweetly begging him to come with you. 

“You’re busy?” you scoffed, eyes narrowing at the man as he lounged on the couch in the break room. “With what? Bullying the higher-ups into submission? Please, Gojo. It’ll be fun, I promise.”

That little pout on your lips broke Gojo. It was too damn cute to resist. “Alright, alright!” He waved a dismissive hand and made a big hoopla about getting up, groaning in mock-annoyance as you clapped your little hands together at your victory. “I’ll take you to see the pretty fishies, okay?”

And that’s how he wound up here: watching you — watching the fish swim by.

Every once in a while, Gojo would catch you bouncing on your heels when a particular fish swam up to the front of the tank to greet you. You would lean forward and whisper hello as if it would somehow be able to hear you through the thick glass. It was a sickeningly sweet sight that made his heart clench. 

Did you even know how much he adored you? 

Gojo had so desperately tried not to get attached to you. Staying away from you was harder than he liked to admit. At first, he just enjoyed your company. You were sweet, funny and strong. It wasn’t until you began biting back to his teasing that Gojo fell hard. That obnoxious way you rolled your eyes at his jokes and the way you would hit him with the finger-guns whenever you entered the room. You were so effortlessly charming and dorky, he couldn’t stand it. This silly infatuation with you had gotten out of hand long ago, Gojo realized that now. Love was dangerous and unkind to sorcerers in particular. But, fuck, did he love it when you smiled at him like that, moving your attention away from the tank for a brief moment to point at something that had caught your eye.

“Gojo, look! It’s Nanami,” you said, a little grin tugging at the corner of your lips.

Gojo pushed himself off the wall and shuffled closer, keeping his hands firmly in his pockets for the single reason that he was fighting the urge to hold your hand. He’d had been thinking about it all day. Your delicate little fingers lacing with his. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to have the warmth of your touch against his palm. 

Pathetic behavior on his part, really. 

The only way Gojo was going to make it through this little outing with his dignity intact was if he just kept his hands to himself. None of that touchy stuff. Wouldn’t want you catching on to the little crush he was nursing, would he? Gojo stopped next to you and peered over the edge of his darkened glasses into the tank.

A funny-looking thing with a clueless expression sat upon the reef with its jaw lazily moving up and down. It was a moray eel, poking its head out from a little hole in the rock to stare at the passing visitors. A set of gnarly little teeth gleamed in its maw but its most striking feature by far were the colors of its skin. It was reminiscent of a certain Nanami Kento’s fashionably questionable tie choices. Definitely. Yellow with brown speckles. A genuine, snorting laugh escaped him as one of his hands emerged from his pockets to ruffle your hair affectionately. 

“You’re so mean, babycakes,” Gojo started, tacking on a sarcastic nickname at the end for good measure. It wasn’t flirting if he was being an ass about it, right? The moray eel stared at the glass and Gojo could feel his grin growing wider at the sight. Its emotionless, unmoving gaze was indeed very familiar to both of you. You were right, it did remind him of Nanami in that way. “He’s not that ugly.”

“The eel, or Nanami?” you asked, shoving your shoulder into Gojo’s side. “It doesn’t matter anyway. I didn’t mean it like that and you know it. Nanami could get it, don’t even try to deny it.”

A sharp stab of envy went through Gojo’s heart but his smirk never wavered. “Oh? Then why am I here and not him, huh?” The hand in your hair dropped down as he wrapped the arm around your neck and pulled you closer so he could whisper the following words into your ear. “Too shy to ask the guy out? It’s okay, you can tell me. Your secret’s safe with me.”

Your body jerked as it collided with Gojo’s chest. His beautiful blue eyes stared down at you from beyond the dark lenses of his glasses, his gaze unreadable as you slapped his firm pecs a few times. “Ha-ha, very funny, Gojo. I don’t have a thing for Nanami, okay? He’s just hot.”

Not only did you let him hold you without protest, but you also inadvertently admitted you preferred his company over Nanami’s. And you thought the guy was attractive. Which meant there was a good chance you thought Gojo was hot too. Gojo shouldn’t be relieved by this little piece of information – but he was. 

“Aw, poor baby. You don’t have to deny it,” the man joked, trying to bait a confession from you in the most subtle way he was capable of. “He’s a catch I’m sure.” You saw one of Gojo’s eyebrows quirk up at his own pun as he pointed at the tank. Following the direction of his finger, you noticed the moray eel in the tank in front of you again. The unfortunate creature hastily retreated into its burrow as if it could somehow sense Gojo was making fun of it. He laughed watching it slink back into its lair.

“I don’t!” you fumed, stomping your foot just once on the floor. Gojo’s smirk only grew. You were extra adorable when he managed to get under your skin like this. “Besides, you’re more fun to hang out with anyway…”

There it was. Hearing you say that filled Gojo’s heart with pride and, dare he admit it, caused a little flutter too. Maybe you had asked him out because you liked him after all. And was that a blush on your cheeks? It was too dark to tell for certain you sure did feel warm in his arms.

“I know, babycakes, I know. No one compares to me, after all.”

A small victory — but a win is a win.

The way your pretty eyes looked at him right now was simply breathtaking. That small hint of surprise flickering in your gaze as you adjusted to feeling his arm around your neck, your hand resting against his chest. You’d never been this close to Gojo before. He liked the feeling of it. There was something so beautiful about your face in this light. The blue hues of the aquarium lighting cast rounded shadows on your cheeks, accentuating the highs of your face with a healthy glow. The more he looks, the more he sees and he finds himself wanting to look deeper. Into your very soul. Gojo didn’t even realize you had been holding his gaze for the longest time until you looked away first, eyes shyly traveling back to the fish in the tank. His eyes roamed over your face once more, relishing in the sight of your reddened cheeks before landing back on the fish in front of you.

Gojo had had his fun. He would back off for now. Couldn’t fluster you too much, right?

“Look at that,” Gojo said, pointing at a bunch of sea urchins heaped together against the glass. “A cluster of Megumis.”

You laughed – a sound so lively and bubbly to Gojo’s ears it would put the most beautiful symphony to shame. “You’re right, you’re right!” you said, waving a hand in front of your face in an attempt to calm your giggles. “They do look like him, holy shit…”

And just like that the tension he had caused was broken.

“What would Yuji be?” 

You didn’t even have to think about that one. “Clownfish. Hands down.” His hair was even two colors and the kid seemed impervious to damage.

Gojo chuckled. “Hey, you’re pretty good at this. Nobara?”

“Venomous sea snake.” Another easy one. You paused for a second before turning to him with a worried little frown. “Don’t tell her I said that.”

“My lips are sealed!” he swore, placing a solemn hand on his chest. Somehow, you doubted the validity of that claim. Perhaps your distrust had something to do with the shit-eating grin on the man’s lips. Gojo simply laughed in the face of your raised eyebrows. “I’m serious, I won’t tell her. So, what’s yours?”

“Mine?” you wondered out loud. Gojo watched you place a pensive hand under your chin as you ran through your mental library on all things aquatic life. Picking one for yourself was kind of difficult, there were a lot of different fish in the sea after all. It took you a few seconds but after a moment of thoughtful silence, your eyes lit up and a gasp escaped your lips. You had it! “Come with me!”

You grabbed Gojo’s hand without a second thought, dragging the man past several exhibits toward your favorite tank. Just like that. Like it was nothing to you. Gojo stared down at your hand in his as he trailed after you. Could you feel the fact that he’d disabled his Infinity, he wondered. It was like a precious little secret that he was keeping from you. Even in the most casual settings, the man always used his technique to protect himself. It came naturally to him — a bit too naturally in fact. Almost like a mindless compulsion to keep a barrier between himself and others at all times. That infinite, unfathomable space was the one thing that kept him safe. Both physically and metaphorically. He couldn’t help it.

And yet Gojo made an exception for you. Just like how you broke through the metaphysical barriers the sorcerer had constructed, you bypassed his Limitless as well. Albeit with his consent. It was a shamelessly self-indulgent move that he would never dream of telling you about. Your hand was every bit as soft and pleasant to hold as he imagined it would be.

Wait a minute — he wasn’t supposed to be touching you at all. Shit. 

Well, it was too late to back out now. Besides, it felt nice to hold you. Even if it was just a temporary indulgence — for a little while, he could pretend you were his. Navigating the rest of the aquarium, you pulled Gojo towards a tank in the middle of the room. His eyes immediately honed in on the little creatures floating about in the salty water. It was a swarm of cute little jellyfish, elegantly floating in front of the two of you. The tank’s lighting changed colors, shifting across a beautiful range of neons. As the jellyfish continued their leisurely dance, their near-transparent bodies took on the hues of the lights, making for a beautiful display of moving colors.

You could barely contain your excitement and Gojo felt it too: you squeezed the palm of his hand at the sight of them. "They're like me, no brains but really cute."

He barked out a short laugh and shook his head, giving you an amused smile. “Now, now, give yourself some credit. That’s not the only thing you have in common. They might be dumb as bricks, but they’ve got a sting to them too. Like you.”

The fact that Gojo took your joke and ran with it made you crack a wide grin. He just added to the humor of it instead of loading you with false praise and you appreciated that. You cackled in response, muffling the noise with your free hand while the other was still firmly clasped in Gojo’s palm. This entire moment was delightful. Just the two of you in front of the jellyfish tank, having a laugh. "That's so rude," you said, grinning like an idiot. "I love it. C'mon, we've seen my assigned ocean creature. Let's go see yours, yeah?"

“You got one for me too? It better be something awesome. If it’s one of those goofy-looking crabs I’m never speaking to you again.” Gojo was a little skeptical after you low-key roasted all of his students and Nanami – he didn’t expect any different for himself.

“I promise you — you’re gonna love it.”

It took you a while to locate the right place – but once you found it, Gojo knew exactly where you were taking him. This tank was the largest one you’d seen on your trip by far, spanning the entire width and height of the room. Several species of fish lived in harmony within those waters but, most notably, it contained a number of bull sharks. You yanked Gojo along with you, practically running up to the glass to point at the sharp-toothed little brutes.

Of course, you had chosen a dangerous predator as his ocean creature. He wasn’t surprised by your choice in the slightest.

"Sharks are so fun," you said, giving Gojo’s hand another squeeze. "They look mean and scary but they're really big softies who like nose-rubs." As you spoke you watched the sharks swim around, eyes gleaming with something Gojo could only identify as adoration. "They're kinda like you in that sense. Big reputation, but not really all that bad once you get to know them."

That was — not what he had expected you to say. 

People were afraid of sharks. They were hunters and thirsted for blood. There were countless movies going over the inherent fear these creatures inspired in the hearts of normal men. But that’s not why you chose them. You picked a shark because you liked them. The look in your eyes was filled to the brim with delight as you watched them swim by the glass. Not a single shred of fear in sight. That did something to Gojo. His heart warmed at the sight of you. The realization that you were trying so hard to understand and see him for more than just ‘the strongest’ was refreshing.

“They like nose-rubs?” Gojo didn’t quite think that was true – but then again, he didn’t know enough about sharks to dispute your claims.

“Yeah, like boop!” At that last word, you touched the tip of your finger to his nose and bounced it off. It hit Gojo so unexpectedly that he cracked a huge smile, both flabbergasted and in awe at the adorable little gesture. 

You shouldn’t have done that. Gojo was already in love with you but that just sealed the deal. He couldn’t deny it any longer. He was silenced — lost for words as you gave him a bright smile.

This was happiness. 

Gojo felt truly at peace by your side right now — a rarity for him these days. All he could hope was that you felt the same and managed to enjoy this moment of normalcy in the midst of your crazy lives. No curses or curse users to ruin it. Just you, him, and a bunch of fish. 

You quietly leaned your head against Gojo's shoulder as you stood side by side, enjoying the view of the shark tank.

The sorcerer glanced at the sharks in the tank, feeling content as one of them swam up to the glass, almost like it was seeking your company. When you gave his hand another squeeze, Gojo smiled and returned the gesture. His heart pumped wildly in his chest upon experiencing your touch again. You had no idea how much he wanted to kiss you right now. It would be the perfect time for it too — but Gojo was too afraid. There would be no going back if he went through with this selfish urge to show you just how much you meant to him. He was being a coward, hardly worthy of being compared to fearsome sharks who liked nose-rubs. 

You’d be disappointed if you knew how much he was pussyfooting around his own feelings right now.

"Can I kiss you?" Gojo asked quietly, the words just spilling out directly from the heart. It was an almost mindless request that he couldn’t stop himself from voicing in the silence of the moment. The second the words left his lips, Gojo’s heart leaped into his throat as you blinked back at him.

Oh no — Gojo froze — he’d fucked up, hadn’t he?

The question nearly threw you off balance. If you hadn't been holding Gojo’s hand to ground yourself, you might have floated off into space then and there. Suddenly, your fingers felt very warm against his. A little sweaty too. Uncertainty clung to the air between the two of you as you recovered from the shock to your system that his words had left you with. The silence was deafening. Your lips parted slightly as you took in a shallow breath to speak but you stopped yourself, unable to answer. Gojo couldn’t stand it.

But then you nodded. And that was all he needed to give in.

Gojo gently pulled you close, wrapping his arms around your waist. It felt right. Whatever inhibitions he had vanished the moment his eyes found yours. He let out an amused little chuckle at the expression on your face. You looked so beautiful and dumbstruck by his forwardness. That alone made this moment worth it.

Your eyes fluttered shut as Gojo's lips connected. There was something so beautiful about this kiss. Standing in each other's arms in the company of sharks. You felt a rush going directly to your head. It was almost as if you were on the ocean floor itself right now, surrounded by such beauty and the soaring of your heart felt like waves crashing against the shore. Gojo was gentle at first but all that pent-up longing began to spill out rather quickly once he’d taken the breaks off. One of his hands grasped the back of your neck, locking your lips against his as he deepened the kiss. There was a certain uncanny desperation to his movements — like he was worried you might vanish if he didn’t kiss you hard enough. He was drowning in your presence and couldn’t be happier about his inability to breathe. Your lips were every bit as sweet as he’d dreamed they would be. Nothing could compare to your taste. Gojo hummed against your mouth, delighted and relieved now that he’d finally taken the plunge into the deep. Every second he’d spent fighting his feelings had been such a waste. But that was behind him now. 

When he finally parted from your lips, your face felt like it was burning. It was probably a good thing the shark exhibit was so dark or Gojo would absolutely make fun of your flushed expression. 

He broke the silence first. “That was more than a little jelly sting, wasn’t it?”

“Do you need me to pee on it?” you quipped, coaxing a little chortle from the man’s throat.

Gojo shook his head. Way to ruin the moment — but he wouldn’t have it any other way though. “You’re disgusting. Cute and irresistible. But absolutely disgusting.”

“I know, it’s part of my charm.”

“It is.” Gojo placed another quick peck against your lips. It was so quick and sweet that you barely registered it – but caused a little flutter in your stomach.

“What happens now?”

Gojo raised a brow at your question. He knew you meant ‘what now between us’ but he simply couldn’t resist messing with you a little more. “Now,” the man started, placing his hands on your hips and giving them a little squeeze. You felt so soft and warm, it was heavenly. His breath tickled your neck as Gojo leaned in to whisper seductively into your ear. “Now…I’m gonna break into the turtle enclosure.”

“Gojo—don’t.”

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[mondaysoct]

fucked up.

Simon Riley x Fem!Reader

—content warning: argue, he almost hurt himself (?) | jealous!simon

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“My boss offered me a ride, so I...”

A frown marred his lips. Not a deep frown, but a small one. His jaw was set firmly, his frown indicating deep disapproval. He tilted his head and crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes.

You were stupid for not telling him where you were or that you were heading out. For accepting a ride from another man. For not remembering to call him.

Other men will inevitably show interest towards you. They will find you beautiful because you truly are, that is something he can’t get angry about, he knows you’re not that reckless. He sure you know what kind of men are out there for a girl like you. However, you should always reject their advances in any way and tell him about it.

“Hmm…” he mumbled, his eyes still on you. He paused, processing what you had just said. His arms released you, dropping to his side but his gaze never faltered. “Couldn’t you have called me before accepting his offer?” He spoke softly, yet there was something in his voice that was telling you to take him seriously.

“I-I forgot.” You stuttered, looked away sheepishly.

“Forgetting to tell me you’re going out with another man…” a cold hint of jealousy seeped into his voice, causing Simon’s lips to curl up in a thin line. There was a moment of deadly silence as you felt the tension surrounding the two of you, almost cutting the air like a knife. “You know that’s not a good thing to do, is it dear?”

“Yes, I shouldn’t let him drove me home.”

He finds that hard to believe. No self-respecting woman would willingly get into a car with other man at midnight. Unless she wanted to cheat on her partner.

You know your boss is single and you always get into these kinds of situations and then it's not the first time you forgot to tell him you're going out with another man.

He told you a million times not to accept rides from random men, didn’t he?

His eyes slowly raked up and down your body, taking in your damp towel, your disheveled hair, your hands were clammy, your slightly reddened cheeks, and lowered to your lips.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered.

He had to admit that he was still pissed with your decision, but at the same time seeing you like this was doing something to him.

He didn't respond at first, instead, he reached up towards your wet hair and began to run his fingers through them and rose to the side of your face, grazing and stroking the side of your jaw with his thumb.

The lack of verbal communication was almost deafening and yet he felt a strange sense of calm wash over, knowing you were in his clutches. The silence was broken when he spoke again.

“I wonder if you really forgot or secretly you wanted this to happen,” he whispered in a low, soft voice as his free hand slowly moved your hair aside and pressed it against your neck.

“What? N-no, of course no.” You are quite speechless.

Your eyes shifted away from his, trying to save yourself from his anger. Your heart beating pretty fast like someone who feels bad over something they’ve done.

He could tell that you were now struggling to form words. Your nervous fidgeting made him want to push you even more.

A small smile formed on his lips, noticing that you failed to make eye contact with him. He was convinced that you were lying. Your body betray you so easily.

“Are you sure?”

He should’ve believed that you weren’t cheating on him, but his gut instincts were screaming at him to doubt.

He sighed, taking in every word that you’d just said so he could convince his mind to calm the fuck down.

He was content with this display of submissiveness, and he knew how to read you even better. A simple glance from his cold and steely gaze was enough to make you tremble in terror.

He stared at you intently, taking in every detail from your parted lips to the faint blush across your cheeks. He didn’t dare to lean in any closer, wanting to make you sweat first.

The smell of aftershave radiating from his proximity was starting to mix in with the scent of your recent shower, your breath, smell the sweet, perfume fragrance that came from you, and he enjoyed it, causing him to take a deep intake of breath.

He lifted your chin up gradually until you were forced to peer into his intense and smoldering gaze.

He didn’t say anything, knowing that your silence would be louder than any words he can say.

Simon held your gaze for several moments longer before finally he took a step back from you and turned away, walking towards the bathroom mirror.

He stared back at you through the mirror, crossing his arms, he studied you intently again. He wondered whether you were really telling the truth or not and something told him that you aren’t.

He could imagine how easily a woman like you could easily get attention from the opposite sex and it made him even more suspicious that you weren’t telling the whole truth.

He wanted to believe what you had said was the truth but for some reason, he couldn’t. He couldn’t shake away what his gut instinct told him which was the opposite of what you had told him.

His grip on the countertop tightened and he gritted his teeth as he muttered under his breath, “Damn it…”

A lot of things went through Simon’s head right now and he tried to stop himself from letting his rage control him.

He knew you were probably telling the truth but that jealous side of him was refusing to listen to the rational part of his head. His mind continued to try and convince him that maybe you’d been cheating on him behind his back when he was out doing his mission.

He couldn’t believe what his mind was telling him, and he hated it.

He still wasn’t fully convinced but he realized he had no right to be jealous and he needed to trust you if this relationship was going to work.

He sighed, shaking his head in disappointment. Simon couldn’t believe he was doing this again.

The sight of you in his peripheral vision, your wet hair clinging to your face and your lips which were parted slightly made him so hot and bothered. It took every ounce of self-control for him to not just sweep you into his strong arms and claim your mouth with his as he’d always done.

He looked away, let out a tense breath of relief and rubbed his forehead with the palm of his hand, a bit frustrated at himself for overreacting, wondering how he ended up acting like this again, treating you like this again.

This wasn’t the first time he had done this, and he hated himself for it. Simon thought he was getting better; that he could trust you and not let jealous and possessiveness get the best of him, but he failed.

His hands balled into fists as he grumbled and slammed his fist repeatedly against bathroom cabinet, his temper bubbling up. He hated that it had to go this far again, and he was the reason for all of this.

He felt rage bubbling up yet again inside of him and he hated himself for losing control again. He could feel his jaw clenched shut as he continued to stare across the mirror with an angry expression.

He gripped the cabinet handle tightly, his fist turning white and knuckles red, trembling from the pressure of gripping it so tightly. He wasn’t mad at you. He was mad at himself for letting his emotions get the best of him again.

You stare at him with concern on your face, your guilty growing even more seeing him acting like this. “Simon, please stop hurting yourself.” You spoke.

He realized you were almost at the verge of tears. He had never heard that much vulnerability in your voice in years.

Hearing your quiet voice somehow soothed him. He slowly loosened his grip against the cabinet handle, the trembling finally stopping as he released the grip, opening the palm of his hand and revealing red marks along his hand.

He was still facing the mirror, but his body tensed again when you stepped closer until he felt your hands on his arms. Simon stopped breathing for a moment, his heart rate racing as he felt your hands moving up and down against his arm from shoulder to wrist.

He is leaning against the bathroom counter as he finally broke the eye contact with the mirror and finally looked at you.

His eyes studied you as he looked into your eyes, staring intently at everything from your lips to your chin, your eyes to even your small nose which he thought was adorable and something that he wanted all to himself.

He raised his eyes to your forehead and then let his vision trail down the length of your petite body until you finally reached your feet, he looked at your toes and noticed that your nails were polished, a light shade of pink.

His vision then focused on your exposed neck as his eyes ran up and down the length of your pale skin before eventually it focused on your lips once more. Simon stared at your lips for a while.

Simon took in everything you were doing to him, every action, every single body language, and the effect of your touch made his body twitch and tighten in ways you had no idea about.

He couldn’t believe he was so sensitive. He was usually so tough, never flinching or reacting but now, the smallest touch of your fingers on his arm caused him to flinch a little as if he was a little kid who can’t even handle the smallest bit of touch.

He leaned in towards you close enough for breathed in deeply to feel your scent, taking in every essence of you that he craved for so long.

It's a nostalgic scent of some kind.

To him you smell like... Flowers... Like... Lily's... smell like freshly picked lilies, and a bit like the forest after it rained.

A moment of silence stretched out between the both of you as both of you just stared at each other for a while.

He didn’t know what made him react the way he did, but he immediately stepped back, staring at you as you were about to break down into tears.

He cleared his throat and looked away momentarily until he spoke. “Go.”

You understand that he didn't intend to come across as rude, but he simply needed some time to himself.

You quickly making your way out of the bathroom.

He sighed, feeling like the world’s biggest dickhead because of the way he had treated you.

All he wanted to do was to comfort you and hold you but his rage and jealously made it hard, he couldn’t help but feel like if he got close to you, his anger would only grow again.

He knew this would just cause an endless cycle of him being angry and you feeling guilty because of it. And he couldn’t stop it. He couldn’t figure out a solution, he was constantly filled with this unbridled and unreasonable anger whenever you talked to other guys, even if it meant nothing.

He could hear you make your way upstairs and he knew you were heading to the guest bedroom, where you would most likely cry.

He turned around to face the mirror once more, wondering if he’s going too far, but his gut told him that you might need a bit of an authority figure to tell you what to do and put you back onto the right track.

He stood in front of the sink mirror, watching his reflection and he undressed himself before stepped into the shower. He closed the sliding door after himself and turned on the shower, the warm water beating down on him, splashing against his skin and hair.

The steam slowly rose from the shower floor as he relaxed, his back to the spray, he felt comfortable, relaxed, and warm. With eyes closed, he placed both hands against the wall.

His hand slid down his chest, running alongside his taut and muscular torso, making him shiver with anticipation of what was to come.

The hot water beating down on him had a soothing effect, helping him to relax and ease some of the tension off his shoulders. But the images of you and your male boss in the car, and your reluctance to tell him about the car ride, remained in his mind, replaying over and over again.

He could never understand why you drove him crazy even after all these years, and he would never understand why it bothered him so much whenever you talk to other guys.

The thought of some other man taking you out, driving you home, putting a hand on your thigh or arm.

Simon had to remind himself that you weren’t his property and that you were an independent woman who could make her own decisions and mistakes.

He wanting to control your every move and who you talked to. This was not healthy relationship, and he knew it, but he couldn’t help it, he couldn’t stand the thought of a man wanting to do things with you. He wanted you to stay all to himself.

He tried to calm himself down by taking deep breaths as he tried to think logically. He was acting irrational and he refused to believe that you would cheat on him or hide things from him. He had to trust you, to trust the woman he loved.

He was being ridiculous, and he knew it. The fact that his body reacted this way made everything even worse, the surge, and the heat that made his breath come short and fast.

"Idiot.” He sighed, muttered to himself.

•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•

In another room you just lay on the bed. You were faced down with your face buried inside the pillow to muffle your occasional sob.

You want to convince him that was just a ride, nothing more, nothing special to you. Just normally how co-worker supposed to do, help each other, no mutual feeling. You wish he could understand and didn't take this seriously, because he were the only your boyfriend, there's no shit things behind you.

Simon had been acting this way ever since the two of you began dating. You were aware of how possessive and jealous he could get and you never understood why. Maybe it was because he was afraid that another man might snatch you away from him.

Maybe he was just protecting you from any harm. Or maybe he was just being a controlling jerk that couldn’t let go of you and couldn’t help but get annoyed at the thought of other people staring at you. Either way, it was driving you nuts.

The first time he had acted this way towards you was when he had overheard you talking to your friend on the phone. He had overheard you casually mentioning a new coworker that had joined your company.

Apparently, the mere thought of another man being in the same room as you set him off, his emotions escalating to an extreme with just a mention of another man.

The second time he had reacted like this was when he had seen you talking to one of the male waiters at a restaurant where the two of you had gone on a date.

Whenever those incidents had happened, you would always feel a wave of guilt and remorse wash over you. It made you feel like you had done something wrong for simply making small talk with another man.

But you know that’s absurd. You have not done anything remotely wrong by just having a civil conversation with someone.

But still, it made you feel a bit guilty.

You always felt like you were walking on eggshells around Simon, like one wrong step could trigger his jealousy and anger.

You never knew when he was going to fly off the handle, so you had to be extra careful whenever interacting with other men. You had to watch what you said, what you wore, and how you acted.

This is why his demeanor was such a big issue for you. It made life with him unpredictable and exhausting.

You hated it. The fact that every time an argument or disagreement came up, he'd just leave or push you away and you'd have to wait for him to come back and try to fix things. It was exhausting and you hated it.

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[be-pretty-for-me]

Roommate Rewritten

Emily was my first. First roommate, first college crush, and the first time I used Master PC.

I had read about it online, did some digging on forums and sites that definitely gave me some malware, but I ended up with something that looked the part. The old 90s UI flickered onto my screen with a simple "Welcome New Master!" after I ran the setup wizard. A search bar hung in my face for a solid minute so, taunting me with endless possibilities (supposedly), but I was stumped.

Then, as if by some cosmic force, I heard the front door open across the apartment. I smirked to myself, of course it had to be her. If this program really worked she was the best candidate; cute (I had a soft spot for alt girls), just about my age, and we already lived together.

So I typed her name in, and saw a scarily accurate 3-D render of her appear, wearing her black hoodie and jeans, in a sitting position. Tabs and submenues appeared en masse, I found a section on "personality", and ran a little test "Subject will find Anon incredibly attractive. Subject will walk around in lingerie, topless, or no clothing at all while home alone with Anon and doing so will cause her to become very aroused."

I smiled, "should be a good way to find out if this is bullshit or not" I thought to myself as I pressed enter. "Though, I don't know how long it'll take."

I decided to take a quick shower to relax from classes and give the changes some time to settle. 30min later I opened the door, looking around for my new, nude, nypho roommate to jump me like some sort of animal in heat. To my disappointment, her door was wide open and she was nowhere to be found there or in the kitchen. I trudged back to my room, a little deflated, before hearing a giggle as I entered the door.

"Heyyyy Anon" Emily practically moaned from atop my bed.

I dropped my towel in surprise, blushing immediately at the sight of her pale petite frame on display on my messy bed.

"Oohhhh, I didn't know you were so pretty, hun." She purred as she made her way towards me "Mmmph, I'm feeling so hot and bothered all of a sudden, do you think you could help a girl out?"

"I uh, huh, umm... "

Another giggle, before that animal in heat I was looking for pulled me into bed, fucking me with her soft cute body for hours until we both passed out.

The next day I found myself reminiscing about my night with Emily while in a lecture. I had gotten a taste and decided to see what else the program could do. Just some small adjustments all around. I opened Emily's profile again, and went to her proportions. I changed her breasts from a 30B to a pair of heavy round 34DDs and made them more sensitive. Then widened her hips and filled out her ass a bit, giving her a nice hourglass figure.

Back to her personality tab, I added "Subject is addicted to fucking Anon and is submissive to them". Before submitting all the changes I quickly added "Subject is aroused by any physical changes made" just to cover my bases, and pressed enter.

The lecture was just about over when I got a text from Emily.

"Hey, I don't know what's going on, but my tits exploded out of my top, I think my ass is bigger and I really need you, come back to the apartment asap."

Already having trouble hiding my excitement from the thought of her bursting out of a top, I nearly fainted when the second text arrived with it's attachment.

"Don't keep me waiting, baby."

I arrived home, excited to embrace my enhanced roommate, horny beyond belief. She rounded the corner into the living room and my jaw almost hit the floor. The picture was nothing compared to the sexed up version of Emily in front of me that slowly stalked her way towards me. She bit her lip, obviously happy to see me.

"Like what you see?" She said, as she ran her hands up her new curves. "I don't know how it happened, but frankly I don't care. I feel soooooo good."

She came close, very close, I felt her hot breath, I watched her new massive breasts heave up and down hypnotically. She noticed my fixation on her chest and hummed and she began to guide my hands along her soft hips...

"At first I was a little freaked out, they were so heavy."

Up her sides...

"And it happened so fast."

She placed my hands firmly on her chest, my palms sank into the biggest tits I had ever seen, let alone held. Her eyes rolled back uncontrollably, she moaned and her grip tightened while she shuddered.

"Ohhhh fuuuuuck that feeelllsss, Uhhhhhhhnn".

My fingers danced across her huge tits. She came, melted into my hands, and grasped frantically at my shirt for the flesh she craved underneath.

Panting, she managed to finish her thought while I enjoyed the rest of her body. "Haaa, haaa. It's all so hot though. Haa haa. I look like such a ..."

"A slut." I said, as I took two handfuls of her enlarged ass.

"Mmmmmm." She kissed me. "Yeah, and I want to show you just how much of a slut I really am."

A few weeks passed in an instant, between classes and all of the sex with my now girlfriend, time escaped me. I was so caught up in life I left Master PC alone for a good while. Proud of my self control, everything in moderation after all. Besides, my bombshell girlfriend was something I should enjoy for a while, I thought as I opened the door to the apartment.

"Hi baby! How was class?"

"Hey Em. It was fine, unit is a little over my head right now, so I'll have to review it later."

"Oh, poor thing, maybe I can help destress you a bit?" Emily smiled playfully and thrust her chest out at me. "You wanna fuck my titties? Or maybe I could go down on you!" She giggled.

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[morallyinept]

Door Number Three - A Javi Gutierrez GIFLET

Uh, Jett, what the heck is a GIFLET?

Just a short 500 words or less drabble, based on inspiration that I got from a GIF. Simples.

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x GN!Reader (No name, physical description or sex of reader. It's you, bub.)

Word Count: 499

Scoville Smut Rating: None, you're safe. Character talk alludes to sexy things.

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“When you see what is behind this door, it could change the way you feel about me. Our entire relationship could change.”

He looks terrified. The most scared and reluctant you’ve ever seen him, but it only spurs you on to uncover the secrets behind door number three, as you’ve often called it.

A secret to the villa, behind a mirrored door with a keypad, just like in some spy movie. 

This is the only secret standing between you both now, and Javi knew at some point he would have to show you, the more he fell in love with you. It was inevitable. 

“Javi. Just open it.” You press, as his face pulls even tighter into a worried frown. He looks as though he might cry. 

He punches in the code slowly, the keys beeping, and pulls the door open and you step inside.

“Oh, Javi... Jesus.” You say, looking around, stopping in your tracks.

This was not what you expected at all. 

“I know. I am sorry if it is weird.” He says, his voice a timid mouse behind you as he steps in and closes the door.

Your eyes try to take everything in. “No. Not weird. It's... amazing.” You say in wondrous awe. 

“What?”

You turn to look at him. “Why didn’t you show me this sooner?”

“I thought you would not like it. You would not like… me.”

“I love all sides of you, Javi. But I’m keen to get to know this one.”

“Y-you are?” 

He watches as you step down into the playroom, fingers brushing against the armoury of whips, ropes and paddles hanging up. There’s a rack with cuffs, clamps and shelves full of vibrators, dildos and butt plugs in different girths and shades of purple on display.

A large Queen bed sits to the left with silk sheets with a giant mirror spanning the ceiling above it.

“Are you a Dominant?” You ask him curiously, as you stroke the tassels on a cat o’ nine tails. 

“Submissive.” Javi whispers with his cheeks burning red. 

“Hmm.” You smile, pondering it. Pondering how this shy, giggly man harbours this intense, thrilling side to him. A side you’re only too eager to explore. 

“What are you thinking? Please tell me. Even if I don't want to hear it. I can take it.” Javi says as he looks at you with apprehensive, watery eyes.

“I'm thinking...” You step towards him, and take his gorgeous face in your hands, his curls sticking out between your fingers. His own hands settle on your waist. “Which rope shall I tie you up with first?” You grin with a gleam in your eye.

“Oh.” He blushes again in sweet relief. “I really like the red one. Silky.” 

You nod smiling, and he kisses you with a hastened passion and hunger.

“Dios mio, I fucking love you,” Javi pants into your mouth. 

“No more secrets, okay?” You say as you break the kiss. 

Javi smiles. “I promise, mi amor.”  

🖤

#pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal #javi gutierrez x reader #javi gutierrez x you #javi gutierrez x gn!reader #pedro pascal characters #jett's writing #jett's giflets

[merakiui]

*eyes open* corruption kink with crime bosses octatrio

shy, soft, naive and innocent darling gets their attention so they kidnap her. over time, they break her in to be the perfect submissive and breedable pet wife. every day she's tied to the bed while they rail her, and put a pussy plug in her weeping hole, lick anything that drips out despite her whimpers and squirming.

darling is such a simple minded and submissive prize, it's hard not showing her off. after all, that's all she's good for, to be a pretty arm candy for the 3 of them. they don't give her any clothes, she's always naked, and they trained her well so she doesn't complain. they don't let her leave the house, and when she does go to business meetings with them, her pussy, ass and mouth are cockwarming them. or she's sitting on the floor next to them, naked with a collar around her neck. a pretty pet wife good for nothing else except for breeding and showing off. on those meetings, azul sometimes lets other crime bosses, leona, malleus, vil, riddle, idia and kamil, use his pet wife as a cumdump. and if it helps him make a contract, he's not complaining. even if she's sniffling and whimpering at being exposed to and passed around to so many hungry eyes and cocks, her pussy eventually utterly destroyed.

since octatrio have broken her in, and they fuck her boneless literally every day, darling, along with losing her mind, is unable to do anything for herself. it doesn't help that they talk down to her like she's incapable of doing anything for herself. but she comes to believe what they're saying over time. then jade is the one who bathes her, his hands focusing on certain areas more than they should so he ends up fucking her against the bathroom wall. if she's thirsty, she has to get down on her knees and suck floyd off while he's petting her hair and cooing at how cute she looks all naked kneeling on the floor, mouth stuffed with cock and pretty eyes full of tears. azul is the one who feeds her, she's on his lap, pussy cockwarming him, while he gently strokes her hair and coos about what a needy, wanton little thing she is.

when she's bad, they tie her up in the middle of their mansion, all naked with a vibrator in her pussy all day so that anyone can see her. she feels humiliated even if the staff doesn't bat an eye her way, already being used to seeing her naked.

it's worse for her when the trio have days off, she's guaranteed to be fucked silly on every single surface in the mansion. she could be walking in the house, and floyd suddenly pins her to the wall and fucks her against it.

but honestly, what was she expecting? walking around the house naked, perky tits bouncing with each step, pretty pink pussy on display to anyone even with the plug inside her.

there's just something about the 3 of them turning an innocent, pure, naive, soft and wide-eyed darling into someone forced to rely on them and quite literally fucking all disobedience out of her.

OTL anon, this is so good…… omg and you’ve been with them so long, enduring this sort of treatment, that you can’t even remember what your life was like before them or what sort of hobbies you enjoyed or what it’s like to interact normally with others or even what it felt like to be properly dressed. At most, they dress you in lingerie, but it’s always so skimpy and you never feel covered. And you’re so used to being bent over and fucked dumb that when one of the staff talk to you (if they’re daring enough) you expect them to use you as well. >_<

They’ve molded you into a submissive, sex-brained wife who never thinks of anything outside of that. Escape never even crosses your mind most days, and even if it did it’s quickly fucked out of you by one (or all three) of them. You used to fight with what little courage you had, but they’re terrifying crime bosses, smart and strong at levels you couldn’t even compare to. :( it’s only natural you’d eventually be worn down into a shell of yourself, hollowed of everything that made you you and in its place you’re filled to the brim with cum and cock. It also doesn’t help that you’ve developed such horrible separation anxiety, so when Azul tells you you’ll be spending an evening with another crime boss for the sake of a signature on his contract you panic and beg him not to send you away. Anything but that. Azul’s a comforting familiarity; this new man isn’t. You’re so scared and teary-eyed, pleading desperately at his feet. You’re really testing Azul’s restraint; you’re so pretty when you’re sniffling and crying. If not for his contracts, he’d take you right here and now just to see more of your cute face streaked with tears. :)

It’s scary to be in an unfamiliar room with an equally unfamiliar man. Depending on who you’re with, things can go either smoothly or roughly. Riddle’s the third sweetest of them. He’s stern and strict, but he hates to see you cry. He pats your back and shrugs off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders. He may be a crime boss himself, but he functions under lots of hyper-specific rules—rules the trio seem to forgo when dealing with you. Riddle asks if this is what you really want; you can speak for yourself in front of him. He won’t tell Azul. Though he seems sincere, you can’t bring yourself to trust him… it breaks Riddle’s heart when he’s fucking you and you ask him why he isn’t roughing you up. Oh, you poor thing. Sweetness isn’t the same as pain, yet you can’t seem to distinguish the two.

Leona is rough around the edges, but even he knows how to treat a lady. Crime boss or not, he knows very well that you ought to be respected. It’s a shame you’re stuck with that sleazy octo-punk who thinks it right to subject you to humiliation. Although Leona’s just as bad; he’s been given an opportunity here. Do you really think he’s going to sit around and talk cheesy with you? Absolutely not. >:( he’s here to get his dick wet. Why else would he ever willingly sign one of Azul’s contracts? You’re lucky you’re such a tempting herbivore. He’ll give you a fuck better than any of those slimy sea creatures ever could. :)

Kalim is the second sweetest of them. He cares immensely for you. You have to wonder how and why he’s even a crime boss. There doesn’t seem to be a bad bone in his body. Kalim comforts you so wonderfully. He won’t fuck you until you’ve stopped crying and pleading for Azul and you have to promise him to smile. You have nothing to fear here. He’ll take care of you in Azul’s place. Just think of him as a friend! He won’t hurt you. Kalim is so genuine about everything he says that it’s a stark, surprising contrast to the trio. Sex with him feels like a dream because he doesn’t degrade you or choke you near passing out. It’s not dangerous. It’s soft and passionate, yet somehow you feel unfulfilled afterwards. Maybe it’s because he’s not Azul…

Vil is strict like Riddle, but in completely different ways. He can’t believe Azul’s making you walk around naked. At the very least, you deserve equally pretty attire! If you were with him, you’d be given the finest of satins and silks. Vil’s almost offended Azul doesn’t take the opportunity to drape you in all manner of explicit finery. At the very least, he can appreciate the pretty pussy plug you wear. That has some semblance of beauty. But Vil can’t deny that Azul’s trained you well. Even though you’re scared and weeping, you spread your legs so obediently. It’s very cute. Vil supposes he can avoid scrutinizing you for now. It’s much better to shamelessly indulge than it is to be stuck criticizing.

You think Idia might be more scared of you than you are of him. He’s so jumpy and he can’t seem to look at you properly. Is this his first time in front of a naked woman? You wonder why he’s even here. But you recall he and Azul are business partners who often collaborate on certain endeavors. Somehow you don’t feel as nervous as you did before. Maybe it’s because Idia’s reflecting your anxiety and that manages to put you at ease. Though you’ve only ever known how to be submissive, it’s you who ends up taking the lead—at least until Idia familiarizes himself with your body. After that, you’re an incoherent mess. Idia doesn’t look like it, but he has stamina. Maybe it’s just the power of the horny. T-T

Malleus is by far the nicest of them all. He looks intimidating and scary, but he’s so gentle. He lies you down on the bed and spends more time kissing and reassuring you than actually fucking you. And he spends time preparing you! He’s much bigger than you’d imagined, so you’re grateful he’s going to these lengths. You were nervous before, but now you feel so calm and safe with him. <3 Malleus doesn’t intend to scare you, and he greatly dislikes seeing you cry and mourn. You seem to forget all about Azul and the twins when you’re with Malleus, and it’s a night that feels like such a comforting dream—a reprieve from all that usually happens with Azul.

But despite that, no matter which crime boss you’re handed off to, you’re still relieved to be returned to Azul. No matter how sweet they were to you, they still aren’t Azul and your separation anxiety makes you cling to him and the twins. Azul doesn’t like to bully you; he should know what separation anxiety feels like because he can’t stand to be away from you for more than a day. The twins, on the other hand, love to push you to breaking, disappearing for extended periods of time just so you’ll drive yourself mad with worry and anxiety. And when they do return to you you’re desperate to have them in bed. It’s cute how dependent and needy you’ve become. You really can’t exist without any of them, can you?

#twisted chit chat #n/sfw #tw: noncon #tw: dubcon #yandere twst #i should add that crime boss vil dresses you as a french maid if you work for him hehe

[undeadcortez]

PRETTY BOY—

kinktober day one | pegging

you and your partner try something new. something that involves silicone and a lot of patience for a whiny kit walker.

kit walker and gender neutral reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: SMUT | pegging, submissive kit walker, anal fingering (male receiving), anal sex (male receiving), kit is whiny and cries a lot, overstimulation, edging

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kit was so pretty like this.

dewed, pale skin with an arch to his back. face buried in the plush pillows, fingers already curling against cotton sheets. displayed on your bed, ready for the taking. it took a lot of convincing to get him like this.

okay, maybe not convincing. kit was very much into this. you could see it in the way his cock dripped onto the bedspread, all gooey, flushed in a pretty pink, and painfully hard. you could hear it in his moans, his whimpers when you touched him, when you praised him. it’s just, when you first brought it up, kit wasn’t into it. he said no. and you dropped it, of course.

it was brought up again a few weeks ago. kit had just returned home from work, covered in oil and sweat. adorned in just a wife beater, and his blue work pants. he kicked off his shoes, and in seconds, hovered in the doorway to the kitchen while you prepared dinner. something simple, though you can’t remember what. not when kit—

“so, i was thinkin’,” kit started, voice enveloped in nerves. you couldn’t even be upset at the lack of a real greeting. not when you turned around and kit looked like that. with his lip tucked between his teeth, cheeks flushed a deep pink. “about what you asked me the otha’ day, and i—,” he paused, hesitated, “i wan’na try it.”

a smile spread along your lips. “first off,” you stepped forward, ditching whatever food was on the stove, “welcome home.” you chuckled, wrapping your arms around your lover’s neck, tangling your fingers in his brunette curls. you planted a quick kiss onto his lips. chaste, and loving. simple. “secondly, what were you thinking about, sweet cheeks? i have an idea, but i need you to be specific. use your words, baby.”

kit felt gooey at your words. “about the uh,” his blush deepened, which you didn’t know was even possible, “the peggin’ thing?”

“oh, you are just too cute, walker,” you cooed, pushing her another brief kiss to his lips, “let me finish making us dinner and then we can talk about what’s been running through that pretty head of yours.”

that’s what led you here. standing at the foot of the bed with a hot pink silicone toy strapped to your waist. it was heavy, resembling a six inch cock with thick veins decorating the length of it. and of course, kit was the one who chose it. he picked it out at the local sex shop just that morning.

speaking of kit, he was growing impatient. a whimper of your name tumbling past his lips. “please,” he whispered, “‘m so empty,” as if he had any idea of what it felt like to be full.

“hush, pretty boy,” you shushed him, “be patient. i know you know how. if i gave it to you now, it’d just hurt. you don’t want that, do you?” he shook his head in response and no, that just wouldn’t do, would it? “words, baby,” you cooed, “use your words.”

“no!” he cries out, and you didn’t need to see his face to know it was flushed, to know that tears pricked at those big, brown eyes, threatening to spill over, “no, i don’t want that. wan’na feel good.”

his words were followed by a little click, the sound of you pushing open the cap to the bottle of lube. squirting a generous amount onto two of your fingers, your pointer and middle, you hummed. “good boy,” you whispered, “thank you.”

kit’s hole was puckered. tight, and untouched. pink with little kisses of thick, brown hair sprinkled around the edges of it. and as your pointer finger, wet and calculated, ran along the ring of muscle, it was soft. kit tensed under your touch, naturally pulling away from the unfamiliar touch. you placed your free hand on his hip, holding him lovingly. you rubbed gentle circles into his freckled skin.

“would you like me to stop, baby?” the question resulted in a whine, and before you could ask kit to use his words again, he answered.

“please, don’t,” he begged, and the boy hasn’t even really been touched yet, and he’s letting out a choked sob. so unbelievably sensitive. “i want it. i want you, please. i swear. wan’na be full.”

you smiled; you really couldn’t help it. “okay, sweet boy,” you whispered and pushed your pointer finger against his hole once more. this time, you weren’t met with squirming, but with kit rather relaxed, letting out a soft noise akin to a sigh as you massaged gently under the tip of your finger. and as you finally pushed it in, kit showed little resistance, eating it up to the knuckle with ease. you moaned.

“shit,” he murmured into the pillows. your smile only grew. it brought you pleasure to see him in so much of it.

it wasn’t long before you introduced a second finger into play. that soaked middle one began to push at his entrance, applying just a bit pressure before popping right in beside your pointer. kit groaned. “you’re doing so good for me, baby,” you praised, earning another groan from his throat.

you fingered him for a while. sinking into your knuckles before pulling them back out, earning moan after moan from the pretty boy beneath your palm. and eventually, you began curling them, pushing against the tender, plushy parts of kit’s walls. you could’ve done this for hours if not for—

“‘m gonna cum.”

that.

you halted your movements, drawing a guttural whine from kit. edged. and even though you couldn’t see it past your palm, you knew his cock was purple and kicking in frustration with tight, utterly taut balls.

“i’m sorry, baby boy,” you apologized, sincerely, “but i know we’ll only be able to get one out of you tonight, and i want it to be on my cock.”

you knew kit was ready for it. when you pulled your fingers out, his hole had a little gape to it. hungry, ready. and with a few more generous squirts of lube, a couple on the toy and one on kit’s hole, you were lining up the pink, silicone cockhead with his entrance.

however, you didn’t push in. not yet, and that earned another pitiful noise from deep within kit’s throat. “please,” he repeats as if it’s the only word he knows, “fuck m-!”

kit’s words got stuck in his throat as you slid inside of him. “so impatient tonight,” you cooed, stopping about halfway as your lover caught his breath. a deep gasp entered his lungs and wracked through his entire body as he got used to the thick intrusion. and if you could feel him, you’d feel his tight, warm walls clench around you. he was made to be full.

after a good moment of letting kit adjust to the size of your faux cock, you slid out, completely, leaving kit a trembling mess. “suga’, please,” he begged with a strain to his voice— he’s holding back sobs. you chuckled.

“get on your back, pretty boy,” you commanded, letting go of his hip so he can obey, “i wan’na see your pretty face when i fuck you.”

in seconds, kit was on his back. his brunette curls splayed on the pillows beneath him, eyes as you expected: glossy from crying. his cheeks were flushed under those infamous freckles and his lips were swollen, wet and drooly. he looked utterly fucked out already, and it was so pretty. kit was so pretty like this.

thick, hairy thighs occupied your hands now as you pushed on the undersides and exposed kit’s hole at a different angle. you were also right about his cock. it was an angry purple, resting on his tummy in neglect, leaking precum like a fountain. as you slid back in the bulbous, pink tip, and watched kit tense up beneath you with a struggled moan, you granted him some leeway, “you can touch yourself, baby.” it was the least you could do.

his breath hitched as he wrapped a large hand around his dick, stroking it slowly to start off. it had to be painfully sensitive with the way he hissed between his teeth. you would’ve felt bad if kit didn’t seem so into it. the second he was done making strained hisses and whimpers, he was moaning. and that’s when you decided it was best to bottom out.

little pink silicone balls pushed against kit’s sweat-sticky skin. he gasped beneath you, jaw hung open as wide eyes flickered over all the features of your face. “can— fuck,” he paused with wobbly lips as tears silently rolled down his temple and into his brunette locks, “can feel you in my fuckin’ throat.”

you smiled down at him. “isn’t that what you wanted, baby? to be so full?” you teased as you pulled your hips back and pushed back in. kit’s body shook, and before you could actually move your hips any more, kit was squirting thick strands of hot, white cum onto his tummy.

you watched as the man beneath you trembled and worked his dick until he was sobbing again. reduced to nothing, but a pretty, dewey little thing under your gaze. it was silent for a moment besides his desperate panting, attempting to calm down from his climax. and when he did, that’s when he finally spoke back up.

“thank you,” he whispers, and after a moment, he adds, “maybe, uh, we could try to get a second one out’ta me?”

and how could you say no to such a pretty face?

#kinktober #evan peters #american horror story #ahs #ahs smut #kit walker #ahs asylum #evan peters smut #kit walker x reader #kit walker smut

[biteofcherry]

Eva! I hope you’re doing well! I wanted to stop by and show you some love! But also tell you…

I have Dom Andy and his future sub on the brain! When I tell you I’ve been craving some Dom Andy…

Is there any way you can give a little tidbit…

A little idea on how that’s going?

Sweet Bella! 💖

Craving some Dom Andy, you say? I have to admit that I haven't thought much about him recently, nor written anything. Sorry! But I have this unposted bit and I'll gladly spoil you with it 😘

Ruby Slippers Masterlist

Ruby Garden Series

Andy Barber x reader; Dom!Andy Barber x submissive reader

warnings: b*d*s*m; Dom/sub dynamics; power imbalance; safe sane and consensual; mention of spanking (but none happening in this)

Too overwhelmed with everything shiny and new, and wicked, that you watched happen all around the club, you didn’t notice that the conversation between two Doms ended and Andy’s attention was fully back to you. 

He kept stroking your hair gently, seemingly untired of the soothing gesture since he started it.

He studied you as you looked around the club with eyes wide and curious; like a little apprehensive kitten wanting to explore the big world, but scared of taking a step. 

It’s been a while since Andy took care of a very green submissive. 

To be honest, he never felt ready for such a challenging dynamic, preferring his partners experienced in the basics and quickly attuning to his tempo. But your sweet, helpless expression pulled on strings inside his chest and caring for you - even in that simple way like guiding you through your first night at the Ruby Garden - fulfilled a certain need.

You didn’t notice Andy’s hand stilling on top of your head, until he tapped it. You turned your head and looked up at him, eyes wide in bewilderment from what you were watching as well from surprise upon realizing you were still kneeling at his feet, nearly naked.

“You look a little overwhelmed,” Andy traced a finger down your cheek and you couldn’t stop the pleasant shiver from rolling down your spine. “Is this the first BDSM club you’ve been to?”

“I’ve been to some.” You replied, with a dismissive shrug.

You hoped to sound cool about it, nonchalant even, as if you weren’t that pathetic as the Masters here probably saw you as.

However, Master Andy arched an eyebrow, his face displaying doubt.

“Which ones?” He asked and you realized there was no way you could lie to him, since he seemed to sense bullshit a mile away.

Was it his trait alone, or were the legends about real Doms true? Dominants that truly paid attention to a submissive’s body language and ticks, searching for all the signs of various emotions, not only focusing on what is pleasurable to them. 

Swallowing hard, you weaved your fingers together before replying:

“Um, to Strike and Red Room.”

You preferred not to remember those few visits, since they made you cringe and flee away before you got brave enough to join in any real scene. But they were clubs you stepped inside, so it wasn’t exactly a lie.

Andy’s blue eyes darkened, his forehead creasing in a frown. His fingers gripped your hair, this time pulling harshly enough to tilt your head back as he leaned down over you.

“It’s a good thing Anne brought you here.” He spoke calmly, but there was hard displeasure in his voice and you instantly felt like shrinking and apologizing. 

“Strike? Red Room? Those places are trash. Rape potential, not a ground for practicing safe BDSM. Just for risking getting your cute ass there you should be spanked.”

Sudden wave of heat filled your chest and seemed to spread through your body. It was a pinch of shame, but mostly it was a visceral reaction to the threat of having Andy’s big, heavy hand on your butt.

“Well, now,” Andy’s eyes sparked with interest as he noted the hitch in your breath and how your lips parted and pupils dilated. “I see you like spanking, birdie.”

Again, he read you so easily as if you said your thoughts aloud.

It took you a moment to find your voice. The pull on your hair and the overpowering closeness of Andy made you so excited, so thrilled. Reactions quite new to you, but which you welcomed with joy.

Then he said spanking in that low, velvety voice and you were wet in a flash.

“I-” you had to pause to wet your lips- “I don’t know. I’ve never been spanked.”

Andy’s eyes pierced right through you, dark and sparking with mischievous fire. He looked very pleased and excited.

“Oh, we will definitely do that. Soon, I think.” His grip on your hair eased and his hand slid down your neck.

“But first-” Andy stood up and gave you his hand, easily pulling you up to your feet- “let’s go exploring. I’ll walk you around, we’ll watch a few scenes and the equipment.” 

He kept himself in your space, not letting you withdraw from him an inch.

His warmth and the scent of his cologne wrapped around you like a hypnotizing haze.

One of Andy’s hands was on your ass, squeezing your flesh unabashedly; the other hand was wrapped around your wrist, thumb rubbing beneath the soft leather of the handcuff.

“And each time, you will tell me how much it arouses you.” His announcement and his tone made you drip.

You were quite sure Andy was very much aware of the effect he had on you.

“You’ll tell me what you want to try, what scares you and what you definitely don’t want to do. You will admit when something turns you on. And if you can’t find your big girl words, I will slide my fingers between your thighs and check with my fingers how wet that needy hole of yours got.”

Your needy hole was already wet and hot. You didn’t need to play voyeur to seek what aroused you, since it seemed Andy was it. 

“If I find you lying or evading, birdie,” he pinched your buttock, “I’ll punish you.” 

#labella420 #andy barber x reader #andy barber x female reader #andy barber x you #dom!andy barber #dom!andy barber x reader #andy barber imagine #my writing #ruby garden #ruby garden project #ruby garden series

[fictitiousfoodie]

Nicks Naughty Night

You and Nick decide to make some noise for the night.

TW: Daddy Kink, SMUT, P in V, No Condom (wrap it before you tap it).

Word Count: 2475

You hadn't been dating Nick long. He had bumped into you a few months ago at a coffee shop and slipped the coffee all down the front of you. He had offered to buy you a new cup, get your clothes dry-cleaned, and an absurd amount of apologies. That turned into chatting for several hours and him asking to take you to dinner in a few days. The rest was history. You had been dating him ever since.

Tonight was the charity night for Nick's football team, the Forty-Niners. He told you it was a black tie event, and you were pleased to get so dressed up. You had gone dress shopping a few weekends prior and found the most sultry black dress. It was floor-length with a hip-high split with the slightest hint of gold detail. The neckline was a pointed sweetheart that plunged with a V down to your rib cage. This wasn't the first going out with Nick in public or meeting his teammates, but this was the first time there would be lots of publicity. You would be photographed with Nick and wouldn't step out in anything that made you feel less than the villain in your own movie. You finished the look with your hair in Hollywood waves and a simple black strapped stiletto.

The event started at 8, and promptly, at 7:15, there was a knock at your door. You opened the door to find Nick in a pitch-black tux that immediately made you horny.

"Hi, Handsome, you look amazing," you said, trying to not give in to the building need inside you.

"Damn, babe. You look incredible. It's a good thing I know how to fight 'cause you are going to be turning every man's head", he spoke while continually dragging his eyes up and down your body. He started to move toward you and went in for a kiss. As you parted your lips and let his tongue in, it became a heated mess. A tiny gasp escaped you as he slid his arms around you, one going around your waist and the other sliding through the slit in your dress to find your ass and squeeze. Suddenly, you heard a throat clear loudly, and you both broke away from the kiss.

Nick seemed annoyed at the interruption and only turned his head to find Ralph, your next-door neighbor who had made several passes at you, to which you had repeatedly stated you were just friends. Ralph was what you called a cigarette man. He was thin and dressed like an intellectual, which was terrible. You just weren't particularly attracted to it. When it comes to romance, especially the bedroom, you like to be more submissive. Ralph was not dominant but more arrogant. He always assumed to be the smartest in the room and had no problem sharing his opinion. When you first moved into the building, Ralph had been fantastic. He helped you with the best places in the neighborhood to eat and tricks to living in San Francisco. He loved books and movies which you talked about a lot. He had become a great friend, but he started to want to be more than friends. He made several requests for dates, and slowly, you had stopped hanging out with him. The last time he had asked was after your first date with Nick, and you had become slightly annoyed at him not taking no for an answer so you had been even more honest and had told him he wasn't your type. You hadn't seen him much since then, but apparently, he decided to make an appearance, and Nick had left the apartment door wide open. You put a smile on your face and quickly stated, "Evening Ralph."

"Y/N," he grunted with a curt nod. "So I guess a hulking giant who likes public displays of affection is more your type," at that, Nick started to growl and let you go, ready to defend you, but you got there first.

"Yes, Nick is absolutely my type because he's big and strong but kind and caring. Sorry about the door we were just leaving," you quickly rushed out as you pulled Nick out of your apartment and locked the door, "we have a charity event tonight, so we won't be bothering you any longer. Have a good night!" You finished as you pulled Nick into the elevator that arrived quickly.

"Whatever, just be quiet when you return, I guess, since you will probably have a drunk gorilla to handle," Ralph replied with a rude and dismissive tone.

Luckily, the elevator doors closed before Nick could say or do anything.

"What is his problem?" Nick asked, clearly and understandably upset.

"I'm so sorry. He thinks highly of himself, and I told him the last time I saw him that he wasn't my type cause he wasn't taking just a plain no thank you as an answer to his date invitations. Please don't let him ruin the night. I am so excited."

"Ruin my night. I don't want him to ruin yours. I couldn't care less what he says about me."

You signed with relief and let a slow smile slip across your face.

"He hasn't now. I believe we were in the middle of something…" you started to say, but then the elevator dinged. The doors slid open to the lobby of your apartment, "Oh darn, I guess we will have to continue later." You whispered while giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

Nick started to pull you out of the lobby with your arm wrapped around his. He suddenly pulled you in front of him with his chest to your back and whispered, "You are a tease and will be paying for that later." You just smiled and hoped the event passed by rather quickly.

The charity ball was beautifully decorated but a little overwhelming. There were cameras and reporters everywhere, not to mention the hands of team owners, coaches, and sponsors to shake and be introduced to. Once the formalities were taken care of, the party really picked up, though. The live band was a great cover band that covered many amazing songs. Nick wasn't the most graceful dancer but would use any excuse to keep you close in his arms. Eventually, the night started to wind down, and you were both ready to go. The song had gotten progressively more sultry, and you were both prepared to be in the privacy of your apartment.

Walking into your lobby, Nick struggled to keep his hands off you. "God, I hope they don't have cameras in the elevator, he growled, flexing his hands on your ass, waiting for it to come down. However, the lobby doors opened right as the elevator doors dinged, and in walked Ralph with his crusty white dog, "Rupert." Nick didn't remove his hands from you but moved them from your ass to your waist. Ralph didn't say anything but made a sound of disgust and silently stood beside you in the elevator. You could feel the awkwardness and felt like something should be said, but all you could think of was to wish Ralph and Rupert a good night as you walked off the elevator. Ralph didn't turn around. Just rudely called, "Keep it down tonight, will ya?" over his shoulder, then slammed his apartment door. Neither one of you really worried about it because you were again alone.

While you tried to unlock your apartment door, Nick had his lips on your neck, slowly kissing a trail from behind your ear to your shoulder. You were struggling to focus but finally got the door unlocked. You both tumbled inside. You started to lean forward to lean on the couch to take your heels off, but Nick grabbed you and pulled you into the front door, twisting to push you up against it. He used one hand to pin your hands above your head and the other to grab your chin.

"You were naughty earlier if I remember correctly, and decided it was a good idea to tease me."

"No, I was not trying to tease you. I was asking where we had left off and was interrupted."

"Oh, so that can be explained, but what do you have to say about deciding to wear that delicious dress. Because I know you wouldn't be able to wear panties with a slit that high." He accused as he tested his theory and moved his hand to the front of you under the dress and was proven correct.

You gasped as his fingers grazed over your center. Unable to answer, he answered himself.

"That's what I thought, you naughty naughty girl. Now I want you to slip that pretty dress off and walk your sexy ass to your bed. Then I want you to climb in on your hands and knees and put your hands on the headboard. Do you understand, princess?"

You were putty in his hands, unable to form words. You just shook your head.

" No, princess, use your words." "Yes, Daddy, I understand." "Good girl, now go."

And with that, he pulled away from you. You slipped the dress off and let it fall to the floor, then strutted (obviously, you would put on a show) to your bedroom, put your hands on the wall, and spread your legs slightly. You may like to act dumb, but you knew what Nick wanted. He wanted to see you in a bra and stilettos in one of his favorite positions.

You heard him walk in and groan at the sight before him.

"Fuck princess, you really are perfect." He had undone his belt, pulled his jacket and tie off, buttoned his shirt a little, and rolled his sleeves up. You jumped and got goosebumps when you felt his fingers against your thighs. They slowly reached your pussy, and suddenly Nick plunged two fingers into you. You moaned out at the intrusion, "Fuck Daddy so good."

"Yea, does my princess like when I play with her wet pussy?"

"Oh fuck… yess, it's so good." You could already feel yourself getting close to cumming. You had been getting worked up all night, and now you wanted to let it all out.

"Daddy, I need you in me. I want you to use me," you begged.

Apparently, Nick wasn't in the mood to tease either because he pulled his fingers out and then was gone for a second. But then you felt his cock against your clit, and Nick was wrapped around your back.

"You sure you're ready, princess? I didn't play with you like I usually do."

"Fuck yes, I have been wanting you all night."

That was all Nick needed to hear. He plunged into you. He wasn't small at all, and usually, he would make you cum once on his fingers to make sure you were ready before sticking his cock in you. Nick gave you a few moments to adjust and then slowly started to move. You both couldn't hold back the loud moans that resulted from the sensation. He intertwined his hands with yours on the headboard and kissed any skin he could get close enough to. Nick started to move at a faster pace, and you could feel yourself getting close.

"That's it, sweet girl. I can feel you squeezing me. I know you're close; no asking tonight, just come for me. I want all that cum on my cock." He continued to pump into you. He let go of one of your hands and found your clit. He only had to rub one or two circles, and you were cumming. Nick slowed his pace slightly and fucked you through the orgasm until you calmed somewhat.

"There she is. There, my princess. You made such a mess. Look at how dirty you made my fingers."

Without thought, you opened your mouth and took his fingers, sucking and licking them clean.

"Such a good girl. Knew what I wanted, and I didn't even have to ask. Now flip over, sweet girl. I want to watch your face as I make you cum again."

Nick pulled out of you for a second to let you turn around and slide down the bed to rest your head on the pillow. Once settled, Nick slipped back in but didn't move.

Worried, you asked, "Is something wrong? Do we need to stop?"

"NO! .. Sorry, no, no, not at all. Nothing is wrong. In fact, I was just thinking how perfect everything is. You, us, tonight everything." With that, he kissed you deeply, wrapping one of his arms around you and holding himself up with the other. You started to squirm under him, ready for him to move. He broke the kiss and smiled.

"Okay, okay, I know." He started to move again and kept his eyes glued to you. He was holding on to your bed frame and was ready for both of you to cum.

"Fuck handsome just like that. "

"Shit princess, you are so sexy."

"Shit I love when you fuck me like this."

"You are taking my cock so well."

"I'm yours, baby; use me."

Nick's pupils were blown, and a dark smile grew on his face with that. "that's right, princess, you are mine. And I am gonna make sure everyone in this fucking building knows it."

"You like when I tell you you're mine."

"Yes, Daddy, I'm yours.

"Yea, and who does this pussy belong to?" he asked while pounding into you, shaking the headboard with each thrust.

"Yours, Daddy! It belongs to you. Fuck Daddy, don't stop. I want your cum daddy."

With that, Nick cam while still thrusting into you. He took a few deep breaths and slowly pulled out from you. You winced as he pulled out. You were certainly going to be sore tomorrow. Nick rolled off the bed and went to the bathroom. A few moments later, he returned with a damp cloth and gently cleaned you up.

"Alright, pretty girl, that was just a temporary clean. We need to get in the shower." You smiled as you saw him offering his hand and took it. You both quickly showered and climbed into bed, exhausted from the night's activities.

The next morning, you woke to find Nick's arm slumped across your midsection. You slowly slipped out from under neither it and threw on some sweats to go out and grab a coffee. When you closed the apartment door, you turned around to find Ralph and Rupert again. When Ralph saw you, his face went bright red, and you remembered that he shared the bedroom wall of your apartment. He quickly entered his apartment without making eye contact or saying anything. You giggled to yourself and walked to the elevator.

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