#tw power imbalance

[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Baki Head Canon:

Mine Mine Mine

Yandere Hanayama Kaoru x Childhood Fem Reader

TW: Jealousy, murder (mention), delusional behavior, power imbalance, yandere behavior, etc.

Aged Up Character. They’re in their mid 20s

Hanayama could remember the day two of you first met. It was in the springtime after his mother had passed away, a difficult time for him that made him nearly empty inside. A time where you, a foreigner, had extended your hand to him with a smile. A small gesture of kindness that scorched itself into his memory for all eternity. This insignificant moment to you, was the start of your love story with him. A foreign exchange student turned violinist and the future leader of the Hanayama group.

Your friendship was originally onesided but Hanayama began to open up to you when he noticed how you didn’t have ulterior motives. You were incredibly naive and kind to a fault. You fascinated him with how oblivious to the world you were. You were innocent like a lamb.

In the early months of your friendship with him, you often brought him homemade lunches with the recent math homework notes (since he struggled with math). You’d often chatter beside him as he silently sat beside you. Hanayana was at first confused by your mannerisms but the more he watched you, the more he understood.

You were the sun while he was the moon. You were a bright warm light that made everything burst to life with a glance while others didn’t often seek out his. Yet you selflessly shared your light with him which made him slowly open up to you. You never excluded him from any of the invitations you’d give to together classmates, which often ended up causing just you and Hanayama to hang out alone.

Hanayama wasn’t sure when his crush on you grew into something more, but he knew he loved you. Hanayama Kaoru loved you so much that he was obsessed with you. He’d get in the way of any potential romance you could have with anyone because in his mind, you belonged to him.

The two of you were a couple. You two went on dates (his classmates didn’t want to be involved with a yakuza)! You’d play your violin for him while he’d watch you like a hawk with the smallest hint to a smile on his scarred lips. That was just the way your relationship was… Hanayama was your protective shadow while you were his shining star.

As the two of you grew older and he became busier once he became head of the family and you grew traction as a violinist, the two of you drifted apart a bit. A fact Hanayama hated. He hated the paperwork and constant ‘business meetings’ he had to go to. It was frustrating that he wasn’t able to be around you. You’re his beloved partner, his future wife.

So Hanayana turned to Kizaki for advice on how to make up for his absence. His right hand man happily suggested gift giving to make up for his lack of a physical presence in your life. And Hanayama nodded his head. You had often said you enjoyed flowers… how about a bouquet of roses?

It started with one bouquet of ruby red roses and that was the start of his swarm of gifts. Hanayama felt his breath hitch at the bright smile on your face at receiving the roses. How your eyes crinkled with delight as you thanked him for the gift. He didn’t know you’d be so thrilled to receive such a small bouquet of roses… would you want more than those ones?

The bouquets become bigger each week. Redder, fuller, and more fragrant. But soon that wasn’t enough for him to see your smiles over flowers. No. Hanayama should buy you jewelry. Necklaces and bracelets from famous jewelers all across the world for his beautiful violinist!

Yet you’d always smile at him and tell him his company was enough. Hanayama couldn’t believe how sweet you were… it only made him want to spoil you more.

Whenever he’d have free time, he’d sneak off to see your orchestra shows. He was your number one fan, the first one you ever had… Hanayama enjoyed seeing how you’d light up the room in awe at your musical talent… until he noticed how chummy one of the bassist in the orchestra started to become with you. You weren’t cheating on Hanayama were you? He really didn’t want get his hands dirty…

You’d always run to his side whenever your shows ended as you thanked him for coming. Your cute smile and flushed cheeks always made his heart flutter… until the face of that bassist snuck into his mind. Should he ask you about that guy? No… you were his.

Hanayama started to grow busier once more but his paranoia about the other man didn’t lessen. No, it intensified due to his absence in your life. Hanayama felt physically ill at the idea of you being with anyone other than him. You were his love. His light. If someone tried to take you away, he’d lose his mind.

So he began to send a few of his men to watch over you… for his own peace of mind (to stalk you). It was just to ease the jealousy that seeped into his heart. That’s all… until they reported how the bassist often seemed to make you uncomfortable. Turns out he was the son of the composer so he often got away with harassing you… and that wasn’t going to fly with Hanayama. No one messed with Hanayama’s woman and got away with it.

It wasn’t hard to capture that man and give him a slow, agonizing death for making you cry, but his involvement made life more difficult for you. He noticed how your solos lessened in the orchestra despite how you were significantly more talented than the other musicians. He hadn’t realized the disappearance of the son would be blamed on you… Hanayama hadn’t meant to make your life harder!

And that’s when an epiphany hit him. Why don’t you just marry him now? You’d live a comfortable and safe life where you could play your violin as much as you wanted! Wouldn’t that be lovely?

Hanayama planned out the perfect proposal for you! One where he had even picked out a dress for you and booked out a restaurant… But when the day came around for him to fetch you, he was shocked that you were a bit frightened by this loud action of love. Did you not like this establishment? Or the clothes? Hanayama could always get you something different!

You shake your head and reassure him, but he still is upset by your lack of interest in this date. Perhaps red would have suited your taste more than black? Or was the restaurant too upscale for your taste? Hanayama would do better next time!

Hanayama is so worried when you tremble before him like a frightened rabbit. His large hand held your small one in his as his eyes softened at you.

“Why are you shaking so much?” Hanayama softly asked, his deep voice barely above a whisper. “Is it too cold in here?”

You sniffle a bit as a few tears fall down your face. “People said you might have done something to Yuki… but you didn’t, right?”

Ah. You wanted reassurance about that man’s disappearance. How kind of you… but you had no need to worry.

“I only ever do anything if it’s in your best interest.” Hanayama gave you a soft smile, one that was specifically reserved for you. He reached his free hand over so his fingers could wipe away your tears. “Your happiness is my number one priority.”

You nodded your head as you leaned into his touch. An action that made a delighted shiver run down Hanayama’s spine.

“You always do so much for me, Kaoru.” Hanayama loved that you called him by his first name. You were the only person in this world that was allowed to do that. “I just feel so bad… is there anything I can do for you?”

Hanayama gave you a sweet smile as he moved his hands away from your form. His right hand reached into his suit jacket to pull out a small black box. Your eyes widened in shock when Hanayama went down on one knee beside you.

Hanayama opened the box to reveal a dazzling diamond ring that no doubt cost a kidney on the black market. His smile never left his scarred face as he stated to you in a stern voice, “Marry me. Marry me and you’ll never have a worry in the world again. Say that you’ll be mine and no one else’s.”

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[faetreides]

summary: paul atreides x plus sized afab servant!reader

cw: power imbalance, somnophilia (dubcon in my mind as the reader wouldn’t push him away if they woke up but feel free to skip this if you could feel icked out by it), petplay (cheated again and didn’t make it explicit but it’s very petplay coded in a way), size difference (paul’s the skinny bf that would fall over if a gust of wind was strong enough), paul eats reader out, crack treated seriously vibes bc he’s so awkward 💀, ambiguous somno occasion (like how the reader fell asleep), implications of improper use of the voice but it’s weak for this paul era so reader could probably push against it, possible dune lore inaccuracies idk don’t think just vibe

wc: 1k +

block & move on if uncomfortable !!!

don’t repost, translate, or give ai my work

kinktober masterlist

You’re having the same dream again. Paul Atreides, the duke’s son who you are tasked with looking after is the star.

He looms over you as you lie flat on your back, though in your dream you’re never in your servant’s quarters. No, the surrounding walls bear a more striking resemblance to Paul’s bedroom. You’re always groggy in the dream, which is a strange feeling to have when you usually are profoundly awake in your other dreams.

You’ve only been having this one since you arrived on Caladan from a smaller planet with no name that they took ownership of. Paul Atreides had seemed to seek you out like a moth to a flame, making a beeline for you and demanding in front of your mother that his father hire you. Even weirder was the fact that the ships belonging to the Atreides left immediately after you agreed to go with them, as if the trip had only one purpose.

“Shh, mouse, it’s just me. Don’t wake up.” He whispers, nuzzling his nose against yours and pecking your lips.

You lie there in a daze, eyes wide and mouth agape as Paul reaches for the fastenings of your top. It’s an orange silk number he gifted you, all your clothes are. Your breaths come out in shallow pants, the disbelief that Paul Atreides would be disrobing you with the intent to bed you is overwhelming. He gives your plush curves loving squeezes as he reveals more and more skin.

Eventually you’re stark naked under him. You sluggishly try to cover yourself with your hands but Paul swiftly knocks them aside, pinning them to your sides so he can drink in the mouth watering image. You have no idea how many dreams he has had of you, ones concerning moments like these and ones about the life you’ll experience together in between. A gaggle of tiny feet playing tag around his throne, domestic mornings of blissful silence waltzing in the dining room.

“I…. I have never seen anyone as beautiful as you, i swear it.” Your heart skips a beat, despite knowing very well that this is all some passing fancy. Dreams never have to see the light of day, so you can luxuriate in your delusions.

Paul leans down to shakily mouth at your collarbone, scraping his teeth against the skin and playing with your love handles. You whimper as he litters your rough skin with love bites, you open your mouth to apologize that it’s not as smooth as a noble consort’s would be, but something in the way he shoves his tongue in your mouth to silence you tells you he somehow already knows.

You poke and pull at his dark shirt, the fine black material feeling like heaven but you’d rather it cover your garments next to the bed.

Paul chuckles, nipping at your lips and pulling back to shirk his clothing off. He throws it across the room and goes back to kissing his way down your thick body. Once he reaches your stomach, he takes extra special care to dote on the rolls of skin, softly kissing and pressing his forehead against them.

“You would be a beautiful bride, you know…”

“Um… thank you, sir.” You squirm, all the attention on someone like you from someone like your employer’s son becoming too real. The Paul Atreides would sooner be lost to the sands of Arrakis than utter those words to you in the waking world, but perhaps your long harbored infatuation has leaked into your subconscious.

He smiles, as if charmed by your shyness. “You’re welcome, mouse.”

His favorite nickname for you, given to you due to your adorable scurrying around to avoid others and shy high pitched squeaks that you use instead of words. (Also because he saw you crouch in a corner and nibble on a piece of bread that you had managed to snag from the table.)

He sits back on his heels to grab your thighs, the skin bulging in between his fingers. He draws you into a slow and sensual kiss as he pushes them apart and sinks into the empty space. You squeak in shock when you feel something stiff press against your wet pussy, but Paul only shushes you in your head and you relax again.

“Mmm~” He hums, flicking his tongue against the seam of your lips and lifting himself to hover over you once more.

He winks before tightening his grip on your thighs and stretching them wide enough for him to slink down and have access to the small hole at their apex.

You jolt when he presses a soft kiss to the top of your mound. You squeak and try to close your thighs around his head but he doesn’t let you, keeping your thighs pinned to the bed and licking a flat stripe up your pussy.

“So sweet, mouse….” Paul grins and repeats the motion a few times. “I could just spread you out over the table whenever I need to eat.”

You moan at the attention, desperately wishing that you could grind against Paul’s mouth but it feels like something more than his grip is holding you back, something about the touch seeming too vivid. You shake the thought away and sink your fingers into his hair, brushing any strays away from his face as he moves to suck on your clit.

He hollows out his cheeks a bit to get better suction on your fat clit. Paul nuzzles his face as deep into you as he can possibly get, the chubby lips of your pussy sandwiching his nose. You wrench your eyes shut as your pleasure builds and builds, but a single thin finger eases into your hole right as you’re about to tumble over the edge. The intrusion isn’t painful so much as it is entirely foreign to you, the second finger goes in much easier.

The combination of eating you out and finger fucking you makes the knot in you stomach blessedly come undone. Paul swallows it all down like there’s no better substance in the grand scheme of the universe.

You hope to have this dream again tomorrow, even at the cost of being able to look Paul Atreides in the eyes.

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[digital-domain]

Spring Cleaning

Alastor x Reader // word count 3.2k

In which Alastor goes through your closet, and offers a tasteful replacement for the unsavory things he’s destroyed

Tags/warnings: yandere, invasion of privacy, Alastor’s outfit-changing magic fuckery, mention of lingerie, slight suggestiveness

A/N: I’d like to thank Goodwill for providing the clothing item that inspired this fic

There’s someone in your room, and you know exactly who it is, because - well, it’s not like it’s a rare occurrence. It doesn’t happen every time, but often enough that you’ve gotten used to seeing Alastor when you open the door, pacing along your bedroom floor, casually perusing your belongings, or sitting at your desk chair like he’s been waiting for you all day. It’s been happening for so long, now, that you don’t remember exactly when it started. And you certainly don’t know why. You tried asking, once or twice, but you learned quickly that he has a shocking ability to dance around questions that he doesn’t want to answer. All you really know is that he’s taken an interest in you, and that it’s not likely to disappear anytime soon.

Some specific visits do stick out in your memory. On one particularly horrendous occasion, he’d stood directly beside the door when you’d swung it open, hiding himself from view, only for his presence to be revealed when you’d turned to shut it behind you. His head had been tilted to a truly bizarre angle, but he’d straightened himself out while you were still reeling from the shock.

No need to be frightened, my dear. Just a bit of fun…

You got the feeling that the look on your face was exactly the entertainment he was looking for. 

Today isn’t like that, thankfully. It’s usually not. You get the impression that he doesn’t want to scare you away (as if you could run away, even if you wanted to), and that that particular visit was a rare sort of indulgence. Your door is already cracked open, and you hear him long before you see him. He’s humming something, but like most of the songs he treasures, it’s far too old for you to recognize.

Not as if he accepts that as an excuse. You’ve started learning some of the titles, just to appease him. And the lyrics. And reading the books that he’s given you, and listening to his odd bits of old-fashioned advice, and accepting his various other gifts. The whiskey was nice, although of course he insisted upon drinking with you, and cut you off at one glass. Apparently, it would have been improper to indulge any further in mixed company. The coffee was better - at least he let you drink that by yourself.

When you swing the door open, he’s half-turned away from you, and doesn’t so much as look in your direction. But what you can see of his broadening smile makes it clear that he’s heard you enter. “Hello, my dear,” he murmurs. “I was wondering when you’d arrive.”

This is another thing you’ve gotten used to: being made to feel like you’re the guest, in your own bedroom. It drives you insane, but of course, you’ve never addressed it. And you’ve certainly never tried to drive him out before he was ready to leave. This little arrangement you have - truly, you’re not sure what to call it - can be unpleasant, at times, but it’s not unbearable. He never comes late at night, and never shows up when you have company (although how he always seems to know whether you have company, you’re not sure). He doesn’t seem to want anything more than your attention. 

It’s acceptable. Tolerable. And if you ever push back, you’re not sure what will happen, so you think it’s better to just leave things as they are. To let him come and go through your life as he pleases.

You’re coming closer than ever to saying something now, though, because this time he’s not just sitting at your desk, or standing idly somewhere in your room. He’s got your closet door open - and he’s rifling through the contents. Clearly, he’s been doing this for some time, because a large portion of your clothes are already lying in a heap on the floor behind him. As you watch, he tears another shirt off its hanger. A black camisole that you’d bought because it reminded you of something you’d worn often in life. A “going out top,” as your old friends had called it. He looks down with something like disgust, and drops it over his shoulder, where it flutters to the top of the pile.

“ Alastor…” You try to keep your tone even. Merely curious, instead of indignant. “What are you doing?” A bit of your anger slips through. It would be stupid to even hope that he didn’t notice.

“No need to be so hostile.” He slips another shirt from your closet and holds it up with both hands. “I’m doing you a favor.” He tugs on the sloped neckline of the delicate blouse in his hands, and a rip appears down the middle. “My mistake, dear.” 

Arguing, you think, would be a bad idea. But you really do need him to stop. “I liked that one.”

“ Hmm…well! I didn’t. I’m afraid it was a bit modern for my tastes.” He shakes his head, and turns around, dropping the shirt into the mess of other garments on the floor. He’s made it through a good chunk of your wardrobe - several pairs of pants and jeans, as well as a few accessories you’d grown fond of, are visible within the heap. “I mean no offense, of course. I only wish to help.”

You certainly do take offense, but there’s no point in addressing that directly. “They’re my clothes,” you say instead, very aware that you sound like an idiot. 

“Not anymore.” With a flourish of his hand, the pile disappears, leaving the floor bare. As well as your closet…as you carefully approach, you see that there’s almost nothing left inside. “You’ll thank me before long.”

It’s getting very hard to contain yourself now. “I bought those.”

“And I will be happy to provide some more… suitable replacements.” His image flickers in front of you - a moment later, he reappears by your side. It’s not the first time this has happened, either, but it makes you shudder every time. “To be entirely honest…” An odd twist of his neck brings his face directly in front of yours, nose nearly brushing your own. “I should have done this long ago.” He takes you by the shoulder, and guides you across the room to your dresser. “I’m nearly done already. Only a few drawers left to go.”

You stare up at him, hardening your gaze. Doing your best to sound confident, and not terrified of speaking up. “I want them back.”

“I’m afraid that’s not an option. What’s done is done.” He turns, and reaches for the handle of a drawer. The small one, in the top corner.

Oh. Your stomach knots as you realize which drawer, exactly, he’s about to open. You can’t, under any circumstances, let him see what’s in there. But your protest is so frantic that it’s barely comprehensible. “That one - don’t… ”

He laughs shortly, as if you’ve said something only mildly amusing. “You’re getting hostile again, my dear. You know I don’t appreciate that.”

In a panic, you blurt out the question that rises to the top of your head. It will distract him for a moment, if nothing else. “Why are you doing this?”

You realize immediately that this was a mistake. Questioning him is always a mistake.

But then again - you would like to know.

He pauses, the corner of his grin twitching upward. Eyes narrowing as his head swivels in your direction. “I’ve taken a liking to you, my dear.” He certainly doesn’t sound as if he likes you at the moment. His voice drips with condescension. “So when you do things, or have things, that I don’t like, I find it rather jarring.” He takes a deep breath. After he exhales, his eyes flash, and he continues in his usual lighthearted tone. “Taking those things away is quite a comfort to me.” 

His smile seems a touch more genuine now. Somehow, that makes it more unsettling. So much so that you freeze up for just a second too long. 

“Back to business, then.” He lashes out a hand, and yanks the drawer open. 

As soon as he peers inside, he goes rigid. You stiffen, as well, but certainly not for the same reason. You take a deep breath, trying to ignore the sharp static suddenly buzzing in your ears. “I told you…”

“No, you didn’t .” He dips a single finger into the drawer, and pulls out the garment on top by its strap, dangling it in midair and examining it. It’s black, like the shirt you’d walked in on him tossing earlier - but it’s certainly not designed for going out. Or for anywhere besides your bedroom. He stares at it for some time, until his silence becomes too much to bear. 

“You shouldn’t have”-

“My dear.” He laughs softly, more to himself than to you. “I’d really prefer you not tell me what I should or shouldn’t do.” His voice is sickeningly sweet, so fake that it’s painful to your ears, its conceit betrayed by the telltale twitch in his eye. “Now. Do tell me. What could have possessed you, to spend your hard-earned money on something like this ?” He tilts his head, and stares, clearly waiting for a response.

This question has no good answer, but some are worse than others, so you choose your words carefully. “It…I like how it looks?”

“Hm.” If he wasn’t grinning, as always, you’re sure he’d be grimacing instead. “I can’t say I understand.” He sets it down in the drawer for a moment, and carefully tugs off his glove. “Nor do I wish to.”

You watch in a mixture of mortification and horror as he takes hold of your lingerie once again, and snags his nails across the fabric, easily rending it to pieces. He drops the torn fabric carelessly to the floor, kicks it under your dresser, and pointedly wipes his hand on his sleeve before replacing his glove.

“Ah, well. No need to say anything more about it now.” His eyes trail to the remaining contents of the drawer. “I do hope that you’re not quite as fond of the rest.” He drops his hand over the pile, and a moment later, a soft green flame envelops it. For a moment, you panic, sure that your entire dresser is about to burn, but the flame disappears with the last of your lingerie, leaving not so much as a pile of ashes behind. 

You peer into the empty drawer, mouth ajar. “I really wish you hadn’t done that.” You’re probably getting into risky territory, but this mixture of embarrassment and irritation is becoming too much to bear. 

“Hm?” His eyes are gleaming. There’s something dangerous there, you think, something that you have to tread carefully around. “You didn’t get so worked up over the rest of your closet. Is this different to you?”

“You said you’d replace the rest,” you mutter, judging it to be the safest possible answer. The least likely to cause further embarrassment. “I doubt you’re going to make the same offer with…those.”

“Oh? Who says?” His eyes gleam, in that way they do when he gets an idea that no one around him is going to enjoy. “I’ll admit that I wasn’t planning on it…but those things clearly meant a lot to you. And I enjoy your company far too much to let something so small come between us.”

You think that you’d certainly like something to come between you and him. A wall, perhaps. Or a large metal gate. 

“So! If it’s a replacement you want, a replacement you shall have.” He sharply closes the drawer, and kicks at a strip of shredded black fabric that still protrudes from beneath your dresser. “It should be something that can be worn in bed, I suppose. But I prefer to interpret that in a more traditional sense. Something to be worn to sleep.” His head tilts dramatically, and somewhere far above your head, you think you hear a few notes of a slow, lilting song, piped in from many decades ago. “And I believe I have just the thing.” That intractable smile pulls back, just a fraction. “Let’s see what it looks like on you, shall we?”

You open your mouth to protest. But of course, you don’t manage to get a word out before he flicks his hand in your direction. 

When you look down, your previous outfit is gone. And in its place…well. Like Alastor said, there’s nothing lurid about it. It’s a slip of sorts, made of thin, silky off-white fabric that falls almost to your knees. Delicate enough that you wouldn’t wear it outside, but modest enough that you don’t feel entirely exposed. It’s something to be worn to bed, indeed. But not by you. There’s nothing you about it. The fabric itself appears brand new, but like all the things Alastor seems to appreciate most, the design clearly comes from long before your time.

You find, suddenly, that you don’t know how to hold yourself. How to act. Your arms hang awkwardly at your sides, feeling heavy as your fingertips skim the silk that surround your thighs.

You realize, after the moment of disorientation had passed, that Alastor is not acting like himself, either. He’s quiet. You were expecting mockery, some ridiculous comment that would make you melt into the ground - but it appears that the results of your transformation have caught him off guard.

There’s a creak on the floorboards to your right. A faint sigh. “I must say, my dear…” Alastor’s voice is softer than you expected, and almost devoid of the static filter that usually coats his words. “It suits you better than I could have imagined.”

You think that you’d prefer taunting to whatever this is. 

“I’d go so far as to say you look quite lovely.”

You keep your eyes downcast, not wanting to see his face just yet, and examine the finer details of the garment he’s cast upon you. It has narrow straps, and lace at the neckline, which is high enough to give nothing away. The hem is also lacy, and the cut is straight, not so much defining your curves as endeavoring to erase them as much as possible. Objectively speaking, it is quite pretty. But you’re left with the impression that you’ve strode into someone else’s closet, and departed wearing their clothes. 

“Don’t you agree?”

Slowly, hesitantly, you look up. Alastor’s eyes are fixed on you, shining a brighter red than you’ve ever seen. There’s nothing vulgar about the way he’s staring - but he’s not merely amused, either. Instead, he’s looking at you with rapt fascination, in much the way that one would contemplate a particularly exquisite piece of art in a gallery. 

“I’m…not sure.” You instinctively cross your arms, almost wishing that you saw a more crude impulse behind his eyes. That, at least, would be easier to understand. Instead, it’s something like appreciation - or pride. More of the latter. If you were merely a piece of art, you’d imagine that this would be how your creator would look at you, upon seeing you on display for the first time. 

“No need to hide.” He reaches forward, and touches you lightly on the wrist. It’s enough to send both of your arms falling to your sides. “You couldn’t even if you tried.” 

His smile, again, seems entirely too real. There’s nothing threatening about his tone. It’s even, charming. And yet…

He slips behind you, and his hand moves to your waist - a test, you think, to see if you’ll slap it away. “But I don’t think you’re planning on trying, are you?”

“No.” You’re surprised by how quickly the word comes out of your mouth, how breathless. It was an odd question, one that hinted at more than the subject in front of it, and seemed to demand an answer. 

His other hand joins the first on your waist, and he turns you around, so quickly that you almost stumble, his palms dancing lightly over your barely covered skin. When you’re facing him, one hand slides up, curling around your jaw and holding tight, keeping your gaze turned up towards his face. And it is a long way up - it’s almost embarrassing how small you are compared to him. He stares down, staying silent for much longer than you’re used to, his breathing just a touch heavier than usual. 

His fingers tighten over the silk at your waist, pressing into your skin, a small twitch of his hand pulling the fabric very slightly upwards. It barely moves the hem at all - less than an inch - but somehow leaves you feeling infinitely more exposed. You almost flinch away, but after just a moment, he lets go, all at once. In fact, he practically jerks his hands back, as if he’s only just become aware of what he’s doing, and doesn’t approve. His smile, all of a sudden, appears incredibly fragile. 

“Oh…” He laughs softly - it feels forced. “Forgive me, darling. I truly don’t know what came over me.”

You’re not quite sure, either. And as usual, you neither expect nor want an answer.

He steps to your side, leans slightly over you, both hands clasped behind his back. With what seems like some effort, he forces the usual lighthearted tone back into his voice. “You do want to keep it, don’t you?”

“Yes.” You’d prefer not to, you think, if this is the sort of reaction it draws out of him. But you can’t very well get rid of it, if he doesn’t want you to. And, you reassure yourself, just because you have it doesn’t mean you have to wear it.

“Good.” Again, overhead - but not so far overhead as last time - that lilting old melody falls into your ears. You have the odd impulse to cover them, but you force yourself to keep your hands at your sides. “It is getting late…I think you might as well keep it on, and get yourself all ready for bed.”

You’d like to push back. But all you can manage is a mute nod.

“Lovely.” He starts to raise his hand, as if to reach out and touch you again, but seems to think better of it. The hand falls, and disappears behind his back once more. “Sleep well, my dear.” Quickly, he turns on his heel, only calling out one final line before slipping out through your door. “You’ll see me again soon.”

You have no doubt that you will.

Alone in your room, you slowly approach the mirror that stands in the corner. Your reflection does not change your initial impression. You don’t look like yourself. You don’t like it. And it’s not like he’ll know if you take it off, change into something more comfortable…

Your eyes fall upon your nearly empty closet, and you remember that you don’t have anything more comfortable. Not anymore.

This is alright, you try to tell yourself. It’s just a piece of clothing.

Just a piece of clothing that you can’t imagine wearing for any other reason, or for anyone else. 

Your eyes fall upon the empty drawer in the top corner of your dresser, and trail over to your bed. Quickly, you drop your gaze to the floor. You realize, with a sigh, that it will be a long time before you have any company besides him in this room. In fact, it’s possible that you’ll never open your door for anyone again.

At the moment, doing so would feel far too much like allowing a guest into someone else’s home. 

#alastor x reader #yandere alastor #tw yandere #tw power imbalance

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Am I the only one who’s feeling Eunseok more these days? Just thinking about doctor eunseok taking extra care of you. All the extra patting down is just a part of the procedure. Ofcourse you need to come regularly for check ups

rating: 18+. mdni.

content: dubcon, power imbalance, age gap, doctor!eunseok x innocent!reader

eunseok had never seen you in your own. you always trailed closely behind an old friend or your mother. they spoke for you, relaying updates to eunseok as his eyes stayed fixed on your frame. you were all hunched shoulders, shifty eyes and bitten lips, fiddling fingers and swinging feet. he tried to address you directly but you rarely responded, offering him little more than a shrug, a shake of your head, or a nod.

but today you wandered in alone, looking lost and worried. your nerves were clear in every movement as you anxiously checked in with eunseok’s assistant. he guided you in himself, dismissing his aid to an early, well-earned break to avoid a look of suspicion.

“all alone today?” eunseok questioned as you settled onto the examination table a few feet away from eunseok’s powering up computer.

you hummed shortly, straightening your back as eunseok inched closer, removing his stethoscope from his neck. “I have to come on my own now.”

“about time,” eunseok smiled when you stiffened, a sheepish expression on your face. “I’ve been waiting to do a thorough check up.”

“thorough?”

“yes,” eunseok signed into computer, inserting your vitals. “you’re grown,” faced you again, “have to make sure you’re staying safe and healthy.”

“up,” he ordered, sliding his chair towards you. you stood awkwardly, looking down at him with confusion in your eyes. “lift your skirt for me.” you slowly did as he ordered, jolting when he cupped your cunt.

“a little sensitive, hm?” eunseok’s finger flicked lightly at the front of your panties.

you tightened your hold on your skirt, “is that bad?”

eunseok sighed, “not necessarily.” he moved his grip to your hip, “but it’s a bit uncomfortable, isn’t it?”

“sometimes,” you admitted.

“do you touch yourself?”

your face paled and you dropped your skirt. eunseok kissed his teeth, lifting the hem of your skirt, “up.”

you hesitantly grabbed it, raising it. eunseok slid his finger towards your front, his cock filling with blood at the sight of a wet patch seeping into the baby pink fabric. “I asked you a question. I have to know these things, angel. aren’t you a big girl now?”

you swallowed, trapping his fingertips when you pressed your thighs together. “n-no. feels weird. like,” you looked away, “like i have to pee.”

“does it feel good?”

you looked at him, unsure. “I don’t know.”

eunseok rubbed your clothed cunt gently, eyes fixed on the way you tilt your head back, glossy bottom lip tucked between your teeth, and a tight hold on your skirt as you attempt to stay still and quiet. “you need to start taking care of yourself,” he whispered. “you need to start touching this sweet little cunt just like this. feeling like you have to pee is normal, means you’re doing something right. you just have to keep going.”

you nodded, breath skipping. “okay,” the word came out higher than usual, unsteady. “I can try.”

“you’re going to have to do more than try, angel.” he pushed against your hole, the cotton pushing past your lips, you jumped, “see how sensitive you are?”

you whimpered, trying to pull away but eunseok held the back of your thigh, “I feel it again.”

“let go for me, baby,” eunseok picked up his pace as he circled your swollen clit again. you blinked, eyes dampening, a slightly shaking your head. eunseok applied more pressure, enough to snap the coil in your tummy.

you spasmed as you came, shaking as your knees almost gave in. your eyebrows cinched, your mouth parting as pretty whimpers and whines bubbled from your throat. eunseok rubbed you through it, using his free hand to steady you. he couldn’t take his eyes off you, entranced by the sight of you falling apart.

“so sensitive,” he mumbled.

“did that feel good?” he asked.

your eyes were wet when you opened them, your lips quivering, “a little.”

“only a little? hm, you’re gonna have to come back soon then.” eunseok murmured, trailing a thin finger along your jaw. “you know I just want the best for you.”

#tw dubcon #tw power imbalance #tw age gap #discography ! #feat. eunseok ! #doctor!eunseok #eunseok x reader #eunseok smut #riize x reader #riize smut #riize hard hours #dark riize #dark eunseok #eunseok #riize

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rating: 18+. mdni.

content: dubcon, power imbalance, jeno x reader

your feet dangled near the ground, your toes touching the marble lightly, but you kept the position, fighting the urge to lift your feet off the ground as jeno pounded into you mercilessly. a pain surged up your spine as he thrusted into you, making you grimace and whimper through pursed lips, words refusing to leave your mouth.

what could you say with a stack of cash just out of reach?

and truthfully, the money was worth more than your dignity. you need it so badly and jeno knows that, deciding to take advantage of your vulnerable situation to get what he wanted. he showed no regret as he pinned your arms behind your back with one strong hand and pressed your head against the wood of the bar harshly with the other. his built thighs caged in your legs, allowing just enough space for him to comfortably fit his long, thick cock between your wet, puffy lips.

his belt rattled, the expensive metal clashing together and digging into the delicate skin of the tops of your thighs, bruising the area. jeno hadn't bothered to slip your pants all the way off, leaving them bunched but your mid-thigh, and your shirt lifted only to your waist. you couldn't help but feel relieved, trying to avoid the humiliating thought of being completely bare in front of him while he stands fully clothed, cock pulled out from between his open zipper, the surrounding fabric now soaked and ruined by your dripping essence.

jeno chuckles behind you, "all for money..." your skin feels like it's on fire as he continues to laugh lightly, stilling inside your pussy to run the hand on your head down your spine. "a few dollars is all it took to let me bend you over." you keep your head down shamefully, forehead pressed to the surface of the bar, trying to stop your wobbling lips and your watering eyes.

"how much for this?" jeno's voice is deep and lust-filled, fingers dipping between your ass, poking at your puckered rim. you gasp, jolting upwards but you're unable to get far, jeno's crisp white button down hovering over you. he pulses inside you, clearly growing even more aroused. you furrow your brows in slight disgust.

"i could easily double this," he says, letting go of your wrists and stretching his muscular arm to grab the stack of bills. "i could triple it," his digits put pressure on your hole. "this," he drops the money, a dull drop sounding in one of your ears, "is nothing to me."

you hate the way you begin a debate in your mind. it's so much money for someone like you. jeno's a nice guy, right? no. he's not. but do you have any other choice?

"c'mon baby, what do you say?"

#tw dubcon #tw power imbalance #starring... jeno ! #screenplay… #[NEO] play… #jeno x reader #jeno smut #jeno hard hours #nct hard hours #nct x reader #nct smut #nct imagine #jeno imagine #nct fanfic #jeno fanfic #nct dream smut #nct #nct dream #jeno #scripts...

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Is That Understood?

Part of the ANBU Series Prev → Next

Relationship: Hatake Kakashi x fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI

Warnings: smut, dubcon, power imbalance, power abuse, degradation, rough sex, rough oral sex, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, creampie, praise kink, cum eating, multiple orgasms, POV reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Summary: After your first mission with Team Ro, you think you did well. Your captain has another opinion.

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Even by ANBU standards, this mission was a lot.

Your team had already been out here more than twice the expected two-week timeframe, trapped in a game of cat-and-mouse with your target and his protection detail. A few wrong turns and misunderstood tracks had set the team back over a day. The elements themselves seemed to be against you; the harsh winds and stinging rain of the miserable region ruining a good portion of the team’s supplies and morale.

When you finally caught up to your target, the enemy outnumbered you nearly three to one. But like so many before them, they made the mistake of underestimating your captain.

Kakashi Hatake had been a member of the ANBU for nearly a decade—a feat that was practically unheard of. You heard that he’d joined at a young age at the request of the Fourth Hokage, and had been named Captain in practically no time. It was easy to see why. Kakashi was an excellent captain and expert strategist, and he had a reputation far and wide for his ruthlessness toward his enemies. Just a few hours ago, when your team found the target, the enemy had recognized your captain and referred to him as Cold-blooded Kakashi.

You considered that moniker as you smoothed out your bedroll for another night on the rough forest floor, wondering how accurate it really was. It was true that Kakashi wasn't a big talker, but that was the case with most of the shinobi in the ANBU. Still, he was a strange combination of protective and standoffish, known to take on the burden of a fight and insist his subordinates keep their distance. Whether it was for your own safety or just so you would stay out of his way, you supposed you should be grateful regardless.

Honestly, it was thanks to Kakashi’s quick thinking that the whole team emerged from this fight not only victorious but with minor injuries. You had just enough medical supplies to treat the wounds of your two teammates while your captain scoured the perimeter of the crude camp where you would spend the last night outside the village. It would be a long trek back tomorrow, but within less than 24 hours, you would be home for the first time in over a month. 

You were just lying down when Kakashi returned. “Status?”

“They’ll still need to be checked out at the hospital when we get home,” you answered, “but they’ll be fine for the rest of the trip.”

“Good. I'll have them take first watch. You rest and recover your chakra. I'll wake you when it’s your shift.”

“Yes Captain.”

He disappeared as quickly as he'd shown up. As you laid down, you felt a sense of unease rise in your stomach at your captain’s tone. You were hoping he would offer you some kind of encouragement or praise after the long mission and your ability to heal your teammates with only the tools at hand. But maybe he was still angry with you for the vulnerable position you'd been in earlier.

In a foolish attempt to prove yourself, you’d rushed in despite Kakashi’s warning to stay back. An enemy's katana had nearly cut right through your neck, and you’d have been toast if not for Kakashi blocking the weapon and suffering a deep wound on the shoulder. A wound he hadn't even let you examine, never mind heal. His hard stare when you thanked him for saving you kept you from saying much more.

You had been so excited to serve on team Ro, hoping that working with Kakashi would earn you more recognition within the ANBU. At this point, it seemed more likely that you’d be demoted.

Oh well, you sighed and closed your eyes, feeling your waning adrenaline rush finally give way to exhaustion. We still have the journey home tomorrow. I'll make sure I make a good impression.

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“Y/N.”

Your eyes shot open, heart racing as you tried to prepare for danger. When your vision adjusted to the minimal light, you saw Kakashi crouched beside you; his porcelain mask discarded, his arms crossed and his face stern.

“Right, my shift…” you muttered, lifting yourself up on one elbow.

Kakashi stopped you with his hand on your shoulder, his grip as strong as iron. “No. Not yet.”

“Then what—”

“There’s something I need you to do.”

Your palms started to sweat under his sharp gaze. He clearly expected you to understand, but you were lost. If it wasn't time for you to go on guard, what did he want?

The blood on his shoulder caught your eye, flooding you with both relief and embarrassment. You should have taken care of his injury before going to sleep, regardless of your low chakra, and regardless of his insistence that you left it alone. It was your job as the team’s medic to heal your teammates, and leaving your captain with a gash like that was unforgivable.

Channeling your healing chakra to gather in your hands, you started to sit upright, thinking he wanted you to get right to work. But to your mounting confusion, he only held you back with more force.

“No, Y/N,” he barked, his eyebrow angled sharply over his dark eye. “Did I tell you to do that?”

“Uh, no, but—”

“You do know that I wouldn't even have that wound if you were better at following directions, right?” he chastised you. “Your insubordination is a detriment to the entire team. Next time it could be fatal.”

Much as you’d been expecting a lecture, your face reddened with embarrassment at his admonition. Silence was easier to handle than this.

“I can't let your behavior continue,” he announced. “We’re going to work on your obedience.”

“Obedience?” you echoed.

“In the field, a squad captain has absolute authority, and squad members are expected to follow without question. Is that understood?”

“Yes sir.”

“Show me.” Abruptly, he put his hands on his thighs and pushed himself to stand at his full height, looming over you. “Sit up on your knees.”

“Wh…what?”

“Don't you know an order when you hear one?” he snapped. “On. Your. Knees.”

You quickly got into position, keeping your eyes on his face to be ready for his next instruction. But this position was beyond distracting. You’d been harboring a crush on the genius captain for a while, and this suggestive placement was making your heart race.

Get a grip, you shouted in your mind, fighting the urge to rub your thighs together. But your mind went blank as his hands went to the fastening of his pants.

His gloved hands moved quickly; one hand flicking open the button as the other reached inside. You felt your brain stutter as he pulled out his cock; pale and thick with veins running from the blunt tip down to the base. The tip was shiny with a small drop of precum beading at the slit. You knew your eyes were as wide as saucers, but you couldn't look away, watching as his hand wrapped around the length and he started stroking himself.

“Now open your mouth. And stick out your tongue.”

You were so mesmerized, you barely registered his low voice. “H-huh?”

“How stupid can you be?” he snarled. “You're supposed to be showing me that you can follow directions. Don't tell me this is the best you can do?”

His harsh tone finally got through to you. You looked up at his face, your clit throbbing at how closely his onyx eye watched you. With that image, the order wasn't even necessary. Your jaw dropped open of its own accord, mouth watering as your tongue pushed out beyond your lower lip.

If it weren't for that mask on the lower half of his face, you were sure you’d be staring at a wide grin.

“That’s better.”

Kakashi took a small step forward, bringing his body close enough that he could rest his cockhead on your pink tongue. He let out a quiet, gravelly moan and pumped himself faster, rubbing the smooth skin of his tip over your tongue.

“Fuck,” he exhaled, the expletive making your core clench around nothing. The taste of his salty skin and precum caused you to drool. You stuck out your tongue a little more and bobbed your head forward, ready to wrap your lips around his shaft, but he buried his free hand in your hair and held you back by your roots.

“Don't act without instruction from your commander,” he barked, twisting your hair around his fingers to maneuver you and force eye contact. “Greedy slut, you want my cock that badly?”

You nodded as best you could, the tip of your tongue gliding back and forth over the ridge of his cockhead.

“I want you to show me that you can be a good girl and follow directions,” he said. “Then I’ll let you suck it.”

Kakashi loosened his grip on your hair and released himself, letting the stiff appendage bob freely in front of your face. “First, kiss the tip.”

It took every ounce of your willpower to resist taking as much of him in your mouth as you could handle. But as badly as you wanted him, you wanted his approval more.

You puckered your lips and kissed him, letting your lips roll over his skin to engulf half of his head. You held still for a few seconds before releasing him with an audible smooch, then looked up at him with wide eyes for your next instruction.

“Again.”

He had you repeat the kiss twice before changing gears, directing you to kiss down the underside of his cock, then lick him from balls from tip.

“Fuck, that tongue,” he groaned, letting his eye roll and his head fall back. “Hmmm, I think I finally found what you’re good for.”

You blushed, embarrassed by how wet his comments were making you. Lust clouded your brain and everything else melted away. He sounded so beautiful, you wanted to listen to him and look at him forever. You didn’t even notice how distracted you’d gotten from your task until Kakashi spoke.

“Don't stop,” he ordered, his hand on the back of your skull pulling your face into his crotch. “Not now, when you’re finally doing something right.”

You went back to work with twice the enthusiasm, worshiping Kakashi’s dick with your lips and tongue—kissing, tasting, and licking every inch and working him up until he was twitching against your cheek at the lightest kitten lick. Suddenly, he held you back with a quiet whimper, his body rigid. You looked up at him, seeing his eyes screwed shut and his jaw set tight. His cock was red and shiny, precum leaking from the engorged head.

He peeled his eye open and pinched the base of his dick, abruptly slapping it down on your right cheek. When he pulled away, a thick glob of precum stuck to your skin and trailed back to his cock.

“Dirty whore,” he exhaled. “You’re just desperate for me, aren't you?”

Kakashi pressed his thumb into the puddle on your face, smearing his fluids down across your skin until his thumb rested on your lower lip. “Eat it.”

You eagerly took his thumb into your mouth and sucked, your cheeks hollowing as you ran your tongue all over his rough skin.

“You’re such a filthy cumslut. I bet you want me to cum right in your mouth.”

“Mhmm,” you hummed around him, nodding and blinking up at him.

With another curse uttered under his breath, Kakashi tugged you back and moved his free hand to grip his cock. He tilted your head to look up at him, then slapped his dick back into your face.

“If you suck it well enough, maybe I will.”

Your body shivered, so eager for him that you couldn't even think straight. Your lust had you paralyzed. It was almost like you needed to take the time to really memorize this moment; unable to process that your most shameful fantasies were actually coming true.

“Aww, are you waiting for an order?” he condescendingly asked, tilting his head to the side. “Looks like you can be taught after all.”

He dragged your head back, putting just enough room between you for his cock to point at you like a predator, locked on its prey. “Alright,” he sneered. “Suck my cock, you little whore.”

Finally.

You opened your mouth wide and guided him in with your tongue. Kakashi hissed and used his grip on your hair to pull you in closer, forcing more and more of his length into your mouth. You whined around him as his tip already prodded at the back of your throat, teasing your gag reflex while you still had inches to go.

“Fucking shit—” he hissed, pinching his eye closed. “That feels so fucking good.”

His other hand joined the first in your hair, giving him complete control as he started thrusting against your mouth. You swallowed around him, tightening the muscles of your throat as he tugged you back and forth like a doll. Saliva bubbled in the corners of your mouth, drooling down your chin.

“Messy little cocksleeve.”

Kakashi grabbed your face with both hands, manipulating you back and forth as he roughly fucked your mouth. Curses flew from his covered mouth, muffled by his mask but still reaching your ears. He slowed his pace and looked down at you, still with that patronizing gleam in his eye.

“Show me your tits.”

You pulled the hem of your shirt up, bundling it and your lightweight bra under your chin. Without the support of your clothes, your breasts swung freely, enthralling your typically-aloof captain.

“Look at you. You’re such a slut for me.”

He moved one of his hands from your head down to your breast, bending his back to reach lower and experimentally pinch your hardened nipple. The movement forced his cock further down your throat, making you choke. But it felt so good, you couldn’t help but arch your back to give him easier access, earning you a haughty chuckle. His callused fingers toyed with your nipple until you were nearly shaking. Then he moved to the other, sharply smacking your breast before pinching your nipple tightly.

You wanted him to touch every part of you; to use those fingers over every inch of your skin. As your tongue lapped at the underside of his cock, you couldn't help but rock your hips in search of just a little relief, praying you would find out what those fingers would feel like inside of you.

Kakashi stopped playing with your breasts, opting instead to regain his complete control over your head. With both hands molded to the back of your skull, he pulled you further forward, not even letting you take a breath to prepare. 

“Come on, Y/N. Take the whole thing.”

Tears stung the corners of your eyes as he forced you just that last centimeter closer, suffocating you with his cock down your throat and your nose in his hair.

“Stay right there,” he exhaled, sounding like the personified version of lust. “Learn your place.”

Looking directly into his eye, you hummed your assent—a muffled song to the tune of Yes, Captain. You could see his chest rise and fall as he steadied his breathing. His eye roamed all over you, taking in the lewd scene with a smirk.

“Do you like being my fuck toy?”

Another hum. Yes, Captain.

“You like serving me? Warming my cock in your throat?”

Yes, Captain.

“Wanna give me that slutty cunt?”

YES, CA—

He abruptly pulled himself out of your mouth, leaving you gasping for breath; choking on your built-up saliva and his gooey precum. The tears were fresh in your eyes as you did your best to recover, only thinking of how to be ready for his next instruction.

With a nod his head, he gestured to your bedroll. “Take off your pants and get on all fours.”

Your fingers were clumsy as they worked at your clothes, wanting to follow his order as quickly and efficiently as possible. His pants dropped to the ground and he kicked them off, impatience nearly visible under his skin. As you positioned yourself on the bedroll, you regretted that you wouldn’t be able to look at him anymore. But when he knelt behind you—the heat of him pressed against your inner thigh—regret was the last thing on your mind.

With one of his hands gripping your thigh to hold you still, Kakashi ran the index finger of his other hand along your dripping folds.

“Pretty…”

The compliment was barely a whisper, probably not meant for your ears at all. But that one single word made you preen like a schoolgirl. You arched your back to present for him further, and you were sure you heard him chuckle.

“Get ready,” he exhaled, removing his finger and replacing it with the head of his cock. “Gonna fuck you like the whore you are.”

Kakashi snapped his hips forward, burying himself inside you and stretching you wider and fuller with that one thrust than you’d ever felt before.

“AHH—”

His free hand flew up to cover your mouth, cutting off the sound. You whimpered as his body weight pushed down on you, his mouth right by your ear. “Quiet, Y/N,” he whispered, “or the others will hear you.”

You nodded, biting your tongue as Kakashi pulled his hips back just to pound into you again. He kept his hand over your mouth and you could smell your wetness that was still sticky on his fingers. 

“Or maybe you want that,” Kakashi challenged you in a hushed tone, beginning to fuck you in earnest. “You want them to know your captain is balls deep in your wet little cunt?”

The idea made you shiver as you pictured what you must look like right now; messy hair, tear-stained cheeks, mouth covered by Kakashi’s gloved hand. Eyes rolling back in your head, lids fluttering with every one of his deep thrusts.

“No, no you'll be quiet for me,” he smirked. “You understand how important it is to follow your captain’s orders now, don't you?”

Your fingers dug into the ground below you, threatening to tear through the material of your bedroll. Horrifically lewd sounds continued to try and work their way past his hand. You weren’t trying to test him, but you couldn’t fight it; not when his formidable dick was dragging so perfectly along all your most sensitive spots.

You tried your best to be silent, but you hardly saw the point between the sounds of your pussy squelching with his thrusts, his hips smacking into your ass, his breathing short and broken in your ear. 

“Mmmm you’ll do whatever your captain tells you, won't you? So eager to please me; it’s pathetic.”

You threw your hips back into him, meeting his thrusts with messy, slippery contact. Your hot arousal was coating your inner thighs, your body prepared with a seemingly endless supply to allow your captain to fuck you for as long as he wanted.

“Fuck you feel so good,” he panted, his hips stuttering. “That's right, you're doing so well now, taking my whole cock every single time. That's my good girl. I knew you could follow orders.”

Those praises uttered in his low, thunderous voice had you trembling. You couldn’t believe how quickly he’d gotten you so close to finishing, but the pressure below your navel was so high that you were whimpering into his hand.

“If you cum on my cock, you’re mine,” he grunted. “Only mine. Is that understood?”

“Nmhmm!” You shook your head as your walls fluttered around him, suddenly clutching down and holding him in place as your body convulsed. If not for his hand over your mouth, you were sure you would have screamed out his name paired with every curse you knew, and maybe a few new ones because there simply weren’t enough to carry you through this incredible pleasure.

“Fuck!” Kakashi whined. “Fuck that feels so good.” He released your mouth just as you were coming down from your orgasm, only to reach between your legs and fiercely rub your clit. “Do it again,” he growled. “Cum again. Right now.”

Your body complied automatically. Euphoria again sparked through your body and a guttural sob tore its way out of your mouth. You hadn’t completely recovered, yet here you were: inner muscles squeezing down on his cock which continued to bully past your defenses, despite your sensitivity.

“Ohhh you’re gonna help your captain cum now, aren't you Y/N?” His fingers gripped your hips and yanked you back and forth desperately, “G-good—fuuucking girl.”

Kakashi slammed your ass into his hips, the tip of his cock bruising your insides in a frenzy before flooding you with hot, sticky cum. He kept your ass flush against him, his cock reaching further into your body than you thought possible. You tightened around him as he dumped every bit of his pent-up seed in your submissive cunt, unwilling to lose even a drop.

You felt him twitch with his last efforts to empty himself. A mixture of sweat and cum covered the backs of your legs, sticking the two of you together. You heard his heavy breathing in your ear, the weight of his chest on your back nearly causing you to crumble.

In one motion, he leaned away and pulled out of you, leaving you a shaking, trembling mess. You couldn’t even catch yourself when your arm gave out and sent you dropping to the ground, legs sprawled out flat behind you.

You heard Kakashi moving around behind you: the swishing of his clothes as he got dressed and the sound of his footsteps.

“So, um…clean yourself up,” he stammered. “Then, uh, take the northern perimeter. For the…for patrol.”

You were sure he had left long before you had the strength to smile and sigh, “Yes…Captain.”

⁂

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck…

You hurried down the hall to the Hokage’s office, heart pounding with every step. When your fellow ANBU shinobi gave you the message that Lord Third was summoning you right away, you felt your stomach drop. Did one of your teammates know what happened in the woods? Kakashi hadn't said a word to you the entire trip back. How much trouble were you in?

What’s the punishment for getting fucked by your captain, anyways?

Another ANBU met you at the door and announced your arrival to the Sandaime, who called for you to enter. You forced your legs not to shake as you stepped into the office.

Lord Hiruzen sat behind his desk, with Kakashi standing beside him. Kakashi wore his porcelain mask over his face, and he stood as still as a statue while the Hokage spoke.

“I’ve reviewed the team’s report on your last mission,” he began. “It turned out to be quite the challenge, wouldn’t you say?”

Which part, the assassination, or the fucking?

“Our team faced a number of challenges,” you agreed, “but we were able to eliminate the target and complete the mission.”

“Yes, a job well done.” The Hokage nodded with a smile. “According to your captain's evaluation, I would like to formally assign you to team Ro, permanently.”

Against your better judgment, you looked at Kakashi. He remained stoic as ever, and you would have given anything to see his face.

“Really?”

“According to this report, you did a wonderful job tending to your team,” Lord Third continued. “Team Ro has been short a member for a while now, and I think you will be the perfect fit.”

“T-thank you, Lord Hokage.”

“Now, both of you go home and get some well-deserved rest. I’m sure I’ll have another assignment for the team soon enough.”

“Yes sir.”

Sufficiently dismissed, you turned and walked out of the office, Kakashi’s nearly silent footsteps behind you.

“Congratulations,” Kakashi stoically offered as you neared the end of the hall.

You waited until you were sure you were out of earshot before you stopped dead in your tracks, turning and blocking Kakashi’s path with your body. You reached out and lifted the hound mask from his face, then leaned closer, enjoying the surprise behind his eye and the flush of his cheeks.

“All thanks to you, Captain.”

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[the-oracles-maw]

hesitancy

totally self indulgent trash

tw: implied past abusive relationship, power imbalance, this relationship isn't very healthy gang

Simon “ghost” riley x reader

"Simon? Are you ready to go?"

Your fiancé briefly pauses from typing away at the home office laptop. He was totally engrossed in finalizing paperwork, you paid little mind to the details. You squeeze your arm, nervously, shuffling in the gown you've picked out for the night. Simon's old military buddies had invited you both to a charity event. Something for veterans. Your gown was a tank-sleeve, somewhat form fitting number, that cascaded down to your ankles. It was a deep, dark teal color, and from the sleeves, a sheer, sparkly black split "cape" cascaded down your back, past your feet and onto the floor.

"Mn... in a minute." Simon's response was blunt. Not even looking up from the computer screen, sending a pang in your stomach. Perhaps he was very, very focused. And you must've disturbed him.

Shaking out the dress shirt he's picked out for the evening, you lay it over the back of the chair, daring to speak up again. "We've gotta leave in about a half hour."

"Mn..." His grunt became a little louder, as if he was annoyed. Or, at the very least, aware of your presence, fingers flying away across the keyboard.

"Um...." You speak up, your voice barely above a whisper. "Do... do you want me to call John?" Wondering if perhaps Simon didn't want to go to the charity. He wasn't exactly a people-person, as you knew. Perhaps offering him an out would please him? You always did your best to please your stoic man. "I... I can tell him you're not feeling well and-"

"Nah," he responded, still not looking at you. "I'll be done soon."

With each passing moments, your posture grew more tense, your body language growing more demure, submissive. A defense mechanism you've picked up in the past, especially regarding the men in your life. If you read their minds, you thought, if you bent over backwards to please them, then...

Simon, on the other hand, had a decent idea of what he was doing to you, as you meekly muttered that you were going to wait for him in the living room. A surge of adrenaline rushes through him hearing your meek voice, a tingling that starts in his chest, and creeps into his loins. A power imbalance he doesn't exactly relish, but didn't do anything to put a stop to either, under the assumption that this was just how you were.

There was a time, that, perhaps, Simon was amused of how easily you submitted to him. A ghost (lol) of a smile curling up his lips, he finishes up the paperwork on the laptop, and closes it. Grabbing the dress jacket you left on the computer chair for him, he makes his way into the living room, where you waited.

You were still curled into yourself. Did Simon not like the dress? Was it too revealing? You'd pulled over a big, fluffy jacket over it. Your shoulders drawn to each other, pinching the bit of visible tummy from your dress. Simon's lack of comment or attention has clearly done a blow on your self-esteem.

Simon looked on, despite his massive size, entirely silent. Flickers of compassion watch over him as he watches your pick yourself apart. He's grown to expect your complete submission, but now without having complicated feelings for it. The man couldn't deny that there was something sickeningly endearing the way you modified your behavior on a whim just to please him.

Simon knows exactly why you cast aside your gaze whenever he enters the room, when he's anything less than beaming with happiness. He knows exactly why you pick at your tummy, why you scrunch your shoulders. He knows very well, that you're irrationally terrified of the man. "You alright?" Simon, aware of your anguished state, lowers his voice as he approaches you.

You straighten up as he approaches. Furiously rubbing your tear stained eyes and cheeks, you rise to meet him. "I'm okay, Si. I'm okay." The man isn't convinced, but he allows you to adjust the collar of his dress jacket and shirt.

"You sure?" Simon was starting to grow concerned. This power, he was used to it. The assumption that this was just how you were... Well... to say he wasn't beginning to crow a little concerned was an understatement. Did he do something to cause this? Did something frighten you?

He sadly, was disappointed, but not al ass surprised, when he placed his hands over yours to fix his collar himself, and you flinched.

He backs up, raising his hands in surrender, also raising an inquisitive brow at this extreme reaction. His eyes soften at your spluttering following words:

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I-"

"You're trembling." His deep, accented voice rumbled. It was softer than it had been all night. His hands hovered over yours, not quite touching them, but they just, barely graved over yours as they shook. Violently.

"Come, let's talk about this. Come sit, luv." He made sure to watch his tone. With your anguished mental state, you would certainly get the wrong idea if he asked you to do something for him. He sits next to you and begins. "Now, what's going on, huh? You scared of me?"

You don't answer.

It was answer enough.

That did anger him. but for your sake, that anger only simmered inside him. He's exploited people being afraid of him for so long. Came with being a master interrogator, of course. But to see his significant other shy away from him like this? Did you think the man was made of stone?

"Easy... easy..." His hands hover over your shoulders and chest as you pull yourself tightly together. Simon thought his ego would be thoroughly fed by the way you were acting. Perhaps, at one time. At one time. Not now.

"Just... breathe... alright? Breathe... Relax... Don't look at me like I'm about to strike you, luv. I'm not. You hear me?"

His tone is gentle, but firm. His hands hover over your face now, as if he wants to wipe away your tears, but doesn't. As if touching your face would drive you over the edge. His voice continues to whisper to you, enveloping your senses like a great blanket, until you've sufficiently calmed down. Giving you a small smile, Simon shed his jacket.

"Look, I'm not... liking what I'm seeing..." he motioned his hand in a circle around you. "here." He reaches over, making sure to touch the jacket and not you, pulling it off.

"Well won't you look at that... A sight for sore eyes, luv." You swear you saw him lick his lips. "Just makin' sure you know it ain't about the dress." He even gave you a small smile.

"Look..." he began. "I know I can be... well, fuck it, intense but..." A long sigh. "You? You're my partner. Not my fucking squamates." He was still whispering. "I don't want to have to come home to someone who looks like a tick about to fucking pop whenever they're around me."

You avert your gaze.

"No, come on, luvie, look at me." This time, he did touch you, the tips of his big fingers tilting your chin. "You wanna tell me what's going on?"

"I..." you start, your voice barely audible. "I don't know... why..."

"You know, just cause I'm military, don't mean I'm gonna smack you around, got me?"

"I know, I... I really don't know why I'm like this... I don't know why you scare me."

You cover your mouth as Simon gives you a slow nod. "I see. Don't say anything, luv." He reaches out his hand, unfurled, wanting you to take it. "Looks like we've got a little something to work on, yeah?"

He was right. This was something that was only going to worsen the more it was ignored. Instead of taking Simon's hand, you withdraw. Simon closes it and gives a proud nod. You needed to learn and shake the idea that due to your fiancé's career, that he had no intention to hurt you.

And Simon needed to swallow his pride, and read you better. Having you cater to every whims down to the way he breathes, is only going to brew fear and resentment, not love and respect.

"I think we should call it off, yeah?" Simon scoots in closer to you. Your sides were touching. "I don't think you're in any state to mingle about a bunch of people."

You agreed.

"Why don't you put on something cozy, I'll give John and the shrink a call, yeah?"

You were going to work on this. You weren't going to be mindlessly flighty around your man. And he was willing to put in the work himself to show you had nothing to fear? You were touched. Beyond touched.

Your face lights up, ever so slightly, and you speak, the clearest as you have that night. "Okay. Simon?"

"Hm?"

"Thank you."

~the-oracles-maw~

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #call of duty modern warfare #ghost call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty #my writng #writeblr #ghost x reader #ghost cod #cod modern warfare #cod mwii #cod x reader #cod #cod mw2 #tw power imbalance #tw implied abuse #hurt/comfort #tw toxic relationship #woahhhh #I wrote something #that's radical dude

[mhathotfic]

Thinking about the classic nanny/husband affair with a guilty Midoriya

Mr. Midoriya who feels terrible about indulging in you because he is married, and you are 15 years his junior and he really should have known better and be the adult in the situation.

But you're so sweet and he and his wife weren't doing so well and god you’re gorgeous and so difficult to say no to when you give him such pleading eyes.

How could he say no when you were looking up at him with those hungry, desperate eyes that begged him for his love? How could he not bend you over his kitchen counter after his kid was in bed and just before his wife arrived home from work?

It was a risk to do it this close to her usual return time but he couldn't resist this temptation.

#bnha midoriya #mha midoriya #tw cheating #tw age gap #tw power imbalance #boss x employee

[cherryxblossxms]

Hear me out, professor Nanami but reader isn't attending any of his classes. He'd simply seen her on the campus, doesn't know her name, what she is studying, literally nothing and yet he's been having wet dreams and jerking of replaying those few times he'd seen her. He is desperate to corrupt her. You can add if they met or not or if anything happened between them or not but, if I came across professor Nanami I'd climb him like a koala bear and never let go

Oooh yes professor Nanami is always a yummy idea (I'm not doing any fic requests but I'm always happy to add to the thirst 💙 sorry anon). I'm not usually intrigued by corruption but I do go feral for Nanami

[Tw corruption or perhaps power play/power imbalance???? Idk, it gets filthy. She/her pronouns used. Ask to tag]

I can see it where he runs into reader at the campus coffee shop the very first time, she's laughing with her friends/classmates. She's talking about her classes, how she has a report to finish, how she can't wait for the semester to end. But he stopped listening long ago, simply enamored with watching and hearing her speak. He knows he's staring, bordering creepy, and has to tear his eyes away. But something about her just plagues his mind.

He hadn't seen her on campus before, she's not in his classes. Couldn't tell you what year she was in or what she was studying, admittedly he didn't catch what exactly her report was on. But after that first encounter, he keeps spotting her on campus here and there, like some kind of ghost haunting his mind. The longer he thinks and sees of her, the more he's obsessed.

Was she a good student, he wondered? Or maybe she needed some... discipline, to help her along? He'd be happy to help raise her grades, if she asked oh so nicely. On a Friday, the freedom of the weekend highly anticipated, he spotted her in a sinful little sundress, lips painted with a gorgeous cherry lipgloss, and for that entire weekend, all he could think of was having those same lips wrapped around his cock as he fucked his fist and milked his balls dry. He'd be willing to award some extra credit for that.

He briefly wondered if she was seeing anyone on campus, but that didn't really matter. None of those immature college boys had the experience that he had, could fuck her as thoroughly as he could. Or maybe she was even innocent, barely experienced. How he'd love to show her all that he knew, show her that sweet sensitive spot deep inside that her fingers can't quite reach, the noises she could make when she came on his tongue, or the way her toes would curl as he brought her to mind-numbing orgasm after mind-numbing orgasm on his dick.

He didn't even know her name but that didn't stop his imagination from running wild, envisioning her bent over his desk as he fucked her from behind, or watching his cum leak from her pussy onto the papers he was grading. He was in deep shit, being so obsessed with a student like that. But he just couldn't get her off his mind.

#tw corruption #tw power imbalance #nanami x reader #fem reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #nanami kento #nanami thirsts #˗ˏˋ꒰ minx replies ꒱

[riizeblr]

just thinking about rich boy! anton who finally makes real his dark fantasies w maids daughter! reader, everyone thinks shes crazy bc wdym the shy boy you grew up with did all these bad thing to you? he even calls you his sister :(((

rating: 18+. mdni.

content: dubcon, power imbalance

you thought you were on a level playing field because growing up, he would listen to you more than you would listen to him. you would boss him around and he would obediently listen and help you without you needing to ask. you even started to think that you had leverage over him like an older sister did and you thought he felt the same when he started referring to you as such. as he grew older things started to change but you didn't think much of it because you just assumed that he was starting to grow into himself naturally and take on assertive qualities. when he did demand stuff of you, he was always so kind about it and he still respected you so you would diligently obey him without complaints because even though you felt like you were equals, he still held more power, he just chose not to use it and you didn't think he ever would.

anton, though, noticed how easily you gave in. he started to test how far he could push the boundaries without you getting suspicious and pulling away from him before he wanted you to. he wanted you to subconsciously feel like you were inferior, but nothing more than a soft whisper in your head telling you to listen.

he started asking you to take his jacket off, sit in his room as he undressed and you prepared a bath for him, help him apply lotion to his bare back and work his taut muscles. he knew you were uncomfortable but you still did it anyway. he eventually stopped trying to hide the way his dick would stiffen when you would massage the days stress from his shoulders, the moans and groans as he spread his legs to make the tent under his towel more visible.

you tried to come up with excuses a few times but he would just give you a slightly disapproving look and you would give in. he still kept his soft demeanor though, and he would still listen to you even when your demands came less and less frequently.

he started to ask you to massage his shoulder while he was naked in the bathtub as he ran his hands along his thighs, creeping closer and closer to his cock as you sat behind him and caressed his hot skin. you were so uncomfortable when he started pumping, rolling his head back and looking you in the eyes as the water jumped and spilled over the sides of the porcelain tub.

you told your mother as much as you could, asking her to inform anton that she would have to take over. but your mom was as fond of anton as you used to be so she couldn't say no and immediately told you to take over again. she could tell that there was something really wrong and you knew she was trying to avoid asking because her job was still on the line and, surely, anton would never do anything to hurt the two of you.

soon enough, you were jerking him off, letting him run your hands down his chest and his inner thighs. you wanted to cry but you still wanted to appear strong and anton loved to see you struggle.

when anton started to touch you, you really tried hard to be assertive like you used to be but he began to threaten you in a familiar soft and teasing tone but you knew he wasn't joking so you let him tug on your shirt and lean over the tub to kiss your skin.

it later moved to his bed where you could actually see his hard cock standing and throbbing against your fist and the way his stomach would tighten and his thighs would tense under soft lighting. you felt so disgusted but you still let it happen.

it wasn't a surprise when he popped the button on your pants and told you to sit on his cock to make him feel good. you couldn't hold back tears and you firmly said no. he sighed in slight annoyance because he didn't expect you to deny him anymore so he easily threatened to have your mother fired and assure that she would never work again.

you then climbed on top of him, wincing at the stretch and dryness of it all and anton just made you spit between your bodies to lubricate your movements as he guided you until your cunt began to leak around him and he laid back with a content and happy look on his face.

#tw dubcon #tw power imbalance #oops #i got carried away #this is hot #discography ! #feat. anton ! #anton x reader #anton smut #riize x reader #riize smut #riize hard hours #dark riize #dark anton #riize imagines #riize #anton

[albaedough]

Woven Secrets

GENSHIN IMPACT Character x Fem!Reader Smut Stories

Word count: 3.8k+

Characters: Pantalone and Childe

Pairings: DaddyDom!Pantalone x AbyssPrincess!Reader x Master!Childe

Warnings: ⚠️ MDNI 18+ ONLY ⚠️ DD/LG, Princess play, oral(giving and receiving), creampie, double facial, threesome, multiple orgasms, masturbation, public sex, exhibitionism, squirting, fingering, power play, voyeurism, sub/dom dynamics, penetration, choking

Taglist: @stygianoir @silverwritesthings

Special thanks to Silver for bouncing ideas back and forth with me and providing some awesome quotes!

Click below for more~

Pantalone/ Childe

"Princess—," 

A familiar voice calls as you peek up from the solace of your blankets with a sleepy yawn, hair disheveled and sleep still lingering in your eyes. 

"Come now, let me help pick you out something to wear, or we'll be late for Daddy's meeting," the voice continues, pulling back the curtains to allow a beam of sunlight to shine into the room as you squint. 

Eyes adjusting, you're met with the gentle expression of Pantalone, who now strides over to you to sit on the side of the bed as you beam at him, "Daddy~! I had so many good dreams of you that I didn't even want to wake up," you explain, pouting, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Is that so~?" Pantalone chuckles, "Well, I'm pleased to hear that, but we really must be getting ready, come on, up you go," he says gently, swiftly picking you up in his arms and carrying you to the entrance of the wardrobe, then promptly putting you down, "Tell me, Princess, what color would you like to wear today?" 

"Pink! With lots of lace~!" you say, bubbling over with excitement at the thought of being adorned with soft pink silks and beautifully crafted lace, "And bows!" you add, picturing your dream outfit as if it was already on your petite frame.

"Oh, my precious Doll. Daddy has just the dress for you. You'll look stunning when I'm finished dressing you," Pantalone says gently, a small smile appearing across his lips as he looks down at you. Opening up the wardrobe, Pantalone rummages through the bountiful closet, pulling out the dress of your dreams. 

Eyes growing wide, you study the fine detail on the dress. A soft pink dress made of silk with golden detailing hung out in front of you. Taking hold of it, you notice how heavy it is due to the many petticoats, but upon further inspection, it was adorned with lace around the sleeves and collar, and placed directly in the back was a large bow. Giving an excited squeal, you lunge toward Pantalone as he catches you by your waist, "It's perfect~ Just what I wanted, Daddy," you state proudly, kissing Pantalone on the cheek softly. 

"Good, this one was a gift from young Master Childe, and we'll see him today. I'm sure he will be pleased," Pantalone says with a smile, and you freeze for a moment. 

Your Master, Childe, could be a tad harsher than Pantalone, yet, you didn't mind his advances or harsh words; after all, you were their toy. A plaything of sorts, one they can doll up and tease relentlessly any time they desire. Yet, Pantalone always ensures you are comfortable, for you are his precious Princess. 

"Master will be there too?!" you say, eyes twinkling, "C-can you make me extra pretty?" you ask sweetly, wanting to impress your young Master. 

"Princess, you are already stunning," Pantalone explains, pulling your night dress up over your head, "Just look at you~," he coos, guiding you toward the mirror, your bare body staring back at you. You blush deeply, covering yourself up, "Don't cover yourself up, Darling. Let me take a good look at you," Pantalone continues; a glint of hunger flashes across his eyes as he licks his lips.

"Yes, Daddy…" you say, dejected, slowly removing your arms and placing them at your side. 

Coming from behind you, Pantalone wraps one of his arms around you, grasping your chin, so you face toward the mirror, "Simply astounding, Princess," he murmurs, licking his lips, "Princess, must you always look so appetizing?" Pantalone persists, and you blush heavily, avoiding his eye contact, "I must say, Daddy knows just how you can please him today, but not now; we must get you dressed."

—--------------

Getting ready was no easy feat as you whine when he brushes through your hair to style it. With simple words of affirmation, Pantalone finally calms you down as he puts the final touches on your look. Standing proud beside you, he gives you a knowing look that his work here is done. 

Dolled up in what could only be a dress made for a Princess, you beam at him, giving him a twirl, "I feel so pretty, Daddy! Thank you so much~," you say, clasping your hands together happily. 

"As you should, Princess," he says, smiling, "Now, let's be off, shall we?" Pantalone extends his arm for you to grab on, and you nod.

The walk to the meeting hall was lively as your small heels clicked happily along the grand marble flooring as you chirped and hummed along, admiring your pretty dress along the way. When the two of you arrive, you're greeted by ten familiar figures, and suddenly, your chest becomes tight until you see a friendly firey orange-haired young man with playful sapphire eyes. Smiling sweetly at him, you curtsy adorably, "Greetings to the Harbingers, loyal and true to the Tsaritsa," you say, the young Master giving you the courage you needed to greet the others. 

"You may rise, Princess," a tall man with half a mask says, approaching the two of you, who is none other than Pierro, The Joker. He bows swiftly at your presence, and you take a step back to hide behind Pantalone, who gently squeezes your hand protectively, assuring you that everything will be okay.

"Now that we are all accounted for, take your seats and let the meeting commence," Pierro states, leading everyone into the grand meeting room. 

You take your seat upon Pantalone's lap, your favorite place to sit, and claiming a seat next to you is Childe, who grins at you mischievously. You smile sweetly at him and giggle, leaning toward him, "Hello, Master~ I wore this dress just for you," you whisper in his ear.

Pantalone, not liking the attention you were providing Childe, he squeezes your hips to keep you still as you wriggle uncomfortably on his lap, grazing his clothed manhood with your bare ass. He hitches in a breath, loving the thought of you not wearing any undergarments, "You must be quiet, Princess. The meeting is starting," he says, delivering Childe a slight glare. 

"As you all were made aware, there have been recent sightings of Treasure Hoarders attacking unarmed caravans," Pierro starts, folding his hands under his chin, "We must get to the bottom of this as they're targeting ones we have been. These materials they're stealing are detrimental to the success of the Tsaritsa. I suspect someone has been leaking information to them."

Getting antsy and drowning out the meeting, you adjust your hips once more, and Pantalone lets out a very quiet groan in your ear, and you perk up, starting to feel his hardened cock across your thigh. Covering your mouth so you wouldn't gasp, you blush furiously, "Princess; you're making Daddy very hard. ." he murmurs in your ear. 

"I-I'm sorry, Daddy. I didn't mean to," you whisper back, catching the eye of Pierro, who clears his throat and continues his discussion.

In the meantime, Pantalone grabs hold of your inner thigh underneath your dress, gently trailing his fingers across your delicate skin, causing you to make a flustered facial expression. You feel him smirking behind you, "D-daddy. ." You whine quietly, feeling your gut clench from excitement.

"Princess," Pierro's sudden voice rang through the meeting hall, causing you to flinch, "If you cannot behave, I must ask you to return to your quarters."

"My apologies, 1st," Pantalone says, "I'll be sure to keep her in check," he continues, his fingers persisting to trail upwards, lingering just shy of your wet folds, and you whimper, nodding in agreement, "Say you're sorry, Princess."

"My sincerest apologies, my Lord; I'll be a good girl," you say with a bow of your head, squirming your hips against Pantalone's dick in return, excited for more.

And lifting you briefly, Pantalone slams you back down, keeping you pinned against him, "Take Daddy's cock out for him, will you?" he says quietly, pressing his lips against your ear. 

You comply, not wanting to cause any more disturbances, subtly reaching below the table to hoist up your skirt, doing quick work to release his twitching cock, and it's fast to find itself between your thighs as it rests against your slick cunt. Pushing your hips forward, you want to whimper, but stop yourself. 

Slowly Pantalone guides his dick into your hole, and you cover your mouth as you feel the presence of his cock insert your cunt, "Best be quiet, Princess. Daddy doesn't want to get caught," Pantalone murmurs against your ear and, with a smirk, thrusts his hips into you gently, causing you to bite your lip with pleasure, wanting so badly to call out his name.

Childe, taking notice of your facial expressions, lets out a quiet chuckle, knowing precisely what's happening. And leaning toward Pantalone, he whispers something into Pantalone's ear, and Pantalone nods.

Suddenly you feel Childe's firm grip upon your thigh, and you look toward him with a confused expression, and he winks at you, smirking mischievously. Between Pantalone's gentle thrusts and Childe's grip, you want to scream. Slowly Childe's hand trails toward your clit, flicking it roughly, and you let out a tiny squeak, promptly covering your mouth, hoping no one else heard you. 

Once you realize no one paid any mind, you start to grind your hips to the rhythm of Pantalone's thrusts, feeling his cock twitch inside of you; you spread your legs further apart, giving Childe more room to ruthlessly tease your clit. Needing so badly to cry out, your breathing becomes shallow, and feeling your eyes roll to the back of your head, you close your eyes to cover up your pleasure. 

As Pierro continues the conference, the other Harbingers give their takes; all the while, Pantalone calmly lifts your hips up and roughly pushes them back down while Childe twists and flicks at your clit, over and over again.

"D-Daddy, Mas-master, I-I can't take it anymore," you manage to say quietly between heavy breaths as you continually ride Pantalone's dick. You were indebted to the dress you were wearing. Otherwise, you were sure you'd get caught.

"Easy now, Doll, you're doing so well. Remember, you can't let anyone hear you~," Childe coos quietly into your ear.

"11th. Must I ask you to leave as well?" Pierro barks; now all attention is on the three of you.

"Oh, no. Not at all~! I was just telling the Princess here that the meeting is almost over, that's all. Besides, she's looking a little antsy, no?" Childe says with a grin, his fingers continuing to run circles around your clit as you squirm.

The bastard.

And leaning toward you, Childe places a gentle kiss on your cheek and, pulling away; he gives you a knowing smile, "Yes, your Lordship, what Master Childe says is the truth," you say, trying to keep your voice steady as you bounce up and down on Pantalone's dick, all the Harbingers now looking directly at you, taking notice of your squirming as they give you a quizzical look, "I-I'm just tired is all," you state, your voice faltering.

"Very well. We'll wrap this up; the meeting is adjourned!" Pierro proclaims as the Harbingers scatter, but Pierro stays behind, "I trust the Princess will be better behaved next time, 9th; she is under your care after all," he says, placing a rough hand on Pantalone's shoulder.

"She shall get proper punishment; I assure you, 1st," Pantalone smiles as Pierro leaves the room, leaving you, Childe, and Pantalone alone. 

And finally, a moan escapes your pretty lips, "D-Daddy, Master. . .please," you plead with a willingness.

"Yes, Princess?" they both say, hunger in their voice. 

"F-fuck me good~," you murmur, and that was all Pantalone needed to lift you off his cock and place you onto the table, spreading your legs wide and hitching up your dress to expose your sensitive, raw cunt. 

"Young Master Childe has been waiting patiently for you; why don't you please him next, Princess?" Pantalone speaks, his cock still throbbing for more, but he has other plans to take care of it, "I've prepped you long enough~," he coos, moving a strand of hair from your face and behind your ear as you nuzzle into the warmth of his hand.

"Yes, Daddy~, anything for you or Master," you say eagerly, lifting your dress even further so Childe can get a good look at you.

Smiling, obviously pleased at the state of your cunt, Childe cuts in between you and Pantalone, aligning himself with your folds as he takes out his massive cock, "Be a good little Doll and scream out my name," he insists, slowly pushing in the tip of his girth, and you squeal.

While adjusting to the thickness of Childe's dick Pantalone gets onto the table on his knees, his cock still hard from the previous ordeal, and he positions himself close to your mouth, 

"You'll suck Daddy's cock, won't you, Princess?" he asks sweetly, his voice dripping like honey.

"A-ah~, M-master!" you call out toward Childe, who now picks up his pace, groaning. And nodding toward Pantalone, you eagerly wrap your hand around his cock and start making circles around the tip of his head with your tongue, tasting the mildly salty flavor of his precum and your own slick. Bobbing your head up and down on his shaft, Pantalone grabs your hair, gently pulling on it, and you moan onto his cock, causing vibrations, and he groans.

"F-fuck, Doll. I hate to interrupt, but your pussy is so tight for your Master~," Childe coos, thrusting his hips roughly into you, and Pantalone shoots him a glare.

"Don't you dare cum in my Princess' cunt or make them take that low-quality semen of yours, 11th," Pantalone seethes with a groan as you continue sucking and moaning on his cock. 

Yet unbeknownst to you, Childe was tipping over the edge from how tight you are for him, your walls clenching around his girth perfectly, as if your wet cunt was explicitly made for him, and it drove him crazy. Digging his fingers deeper into your hips, he pulls you closer to him roughly, and his hot cum spills all over your insides as you cry out onto Pantalone's dick. 

In a relaxed fit of rage, Pantalone lunges toward Childe, grabbing hold of his neck, and Childe lets out a pleasurable moan as Pantalone glares daggers at him.

Putting up his hands in defeat, he pulls his cock out of you as his cum dribbles out. With his finger, Childe shoves it back in with a smirk, "C'mon; I didn't mean it~!" he says sheepishly, continuing to thrust his fingers in and out of you, "Our little Princess just felt so good~!" he coos, allowing Pantalone to squeeze his neck harder as he lets another moan escape his lips, his cock twitching.

"I'll make you beg you never said that," Pantalone says with a menacing smile as he removes a bundle of rope from his coat, "Pardon me, Princess. I must tie this menace up for defiling you like that," he says sweetly, leaning down to kiss your forehead and removing his cock from your mouth, a strand of your saliva hanging from it. 

And hopping down from the table, Pantalone pushes Childe onto the chair, grabbing his cock and twisting it, making Childe crumble and submit as another heavenly groan escapes Childe's quivering lips, "S-sir~! Please don't be so vicious; you know I can't resist our Princess…or you for that matter!" Childe confesses with a grin, yet Pantalone disregards him, slapping his cock away from his hand in disgust, quickly tying him up, much to Childe's protests. 

"Now, Princess—, be an excellent little Doll for Daddy and make Master Tartaglia want what he can't have," Pantalone says, a ravenous glint in his eyes as he smiles sweetly at you, "Spread your legs back open, Darling," he continues. You succumb, spreading your legs wide, so your slick wet cunt is in clear view of Childe, "That's my girl, now touch yourself. Make yourself feel good for me."

"Yes, Daddy~" you coo, still riding out your own pleasurable high as you reach for your womanhood with your dainty fingers, gently starting to stroke yourself, "Daddy says you've been naughty, Master~," you say, small moans escaping your lips as you put on a show for them. 

Childe licks his lips hungrily, "Oh fuck yeah, baby, if only I could stuff my face with your pussy!" he declares, a ravenous smile playing on his lips. 

Ignoring Childe's pitiful attempts at begging, Pantalone turns to you and smiles, "That's it, Princess. . .you're doing so well~! Do you want Daddy's help?" he coos happily, obviously pleased with the show you're putting on. 

"Please, D-daddy, m-make me feel good~," you beg between breathless moans, inserting a finger into your hole.

"Gladly," Pantalone murmurs as he steps in front of you, blocking Childe's view, "Let's give him what he can't have~," he continues, getting back down on his knees, pushing your legs further apart, "Remove your precious fingers, Princess. Daddy will take care of you from here."

And doing as he says, you remove your fingers as Pantalone gives a long slow lick to your cunt, "A-ah~!" you gasp at the gentle touch of his tongue as it flicks against your clit, causing you to shudder, biting down on your knuckle. 

Pantalone digs his fingers into your thighs, his tongue giving special attention to your clit before shoving his tongue into your cunt, lapping up your juices eagerly. Using his thumb, he stimulates your raw clit, with gentle circular motions, and you groan, toes curling in delight as your hands find his head and entangle in his hair.

"Fuck me," Childe groans, struggling with the tightness of the ropes that bound him. His cock twitches at the sight before him, and he can feel himself tipping over the edge again, "M-more. Show me more. S-sir~ Please," Childe begs.

Pulling away from your dripping cunt, Pantalone sighs, "Do you truly want a taste of our beloved Princess?" and Childe nods eagerly in response, and getting up, much to your dismay, Pantalone calmly walks over to Childe, "I suppose I'll forgive you, here's your reward, young Master Tartaglia," Pantalone says mischievously, leaning down and sealing his lips against Childe's, pushing his tongue through Childe's parted lips.

Eagerly accepting Pantalone, his tongue wraps around his as he tastes a familiar sweet but bitter flavor, and Childe's cock can't stop twitching as he groans into the kiss. And pulling away, Childe beams, "Goodness, Princess~ You taste sooo good!" he coos affectionately, "Thank you for indulging me, Sir~," he says happily.

"Dadddyy~," you whine, ignoring Childe's praises, "What about my kisses?" you ask innocently, tilting your head to the side adorably. 

"Goodness me, Darling. Daddy didn't forget about you, don't you fret," Pantalone says, turning to face you. He leans down, gently kissing your lips, pushing his tongue past your parted lips, and you wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him back thoroughly.

You're first to pull away, and you turn to stick your tongue out at Childe, who simply grins at you, "Shall we make our Princess cum?" Childe chirps up.

"You mean I," Pantalone states, now flipping you over on your stomach with a gentle thud, much to your surprise. And aligning his cock with your folds, he slides it in with ease as you groan, "After all, I'm the one who isn't tied up right now~," he jests awfully.

"M-master~ Daddy's cock feels so good," you tease, little moans fleeing your lips, wriggling your hips to take the entire length of his girth. Not as large as Tartaglia's, Pantalone's cock still did its job at hitting your sweet spot repeatedly, your cries starting to echo throughout the meeting hall, "Y-yes—yes! Ooh, Daddyy~,"  you whimper under him pitifully.

"That's right, Princess, you're so tight for me," Pantalone says between gasps of pleasure. Clutching onto your hips, his thrusts are more brutal and faster, and you begin to squeal as your eyes roll to the back of your head, "Good girl, tell Daddy and Master how much you love my cock!"

"I-I love it, D-daddy~," you coo in exhilaration as Pantalone continues to pound into your soaking cunt, his balls hitting your clit just right, and feeling your toes beginning to curl, you can't seem to hold back any longer, "I-I'M GONNA C-CUM~," you scream delightfully.

Grabbing a fistful of your hair Pantalone tugs your head back roughly, "Be as loud as you want, Darling. . . It doesn't matter if others hear. They'll just have to accept that they'll never have you," he states, shooting a glare in Childe's direction who had somehow freed one of his hands and is stroking his cock to this pleasing sight.

Your moans grow louder as he grabs hold of your hair, and, with one final thrust, your walls burst as your cum comes squirting out all over his cock and onto his pants. Pantalone groans at the clenching of your walls and the fact you had left a stain upon his pants, but before he cums, he pulls out abruptly, "Turn around for me, Princess~, let me paint your beautiful face," he coos, stroking his cock with his hand, nearing his edge.

"Anything for you, Daddy, but you must show Master too. Otherwise, he'll feel left out~!" you say adorably, turning around, facing Pantalone's manhood.

"Our Princess is so kind~," Childe says happily, now entirely freeing himself from his restraints as he stands next to Pantalone with a smug grin, "Let us cum on her face, shall we, 9th?" and you blink at them with your big doe eyes.

"Fine, I suppose I'll accept this time, " Pantalone complains as Childe positions his cock to your face.

But you had other plans for them; taking both cocks with each hand, you begin jacking them off slowly, peppering each one with slow sensual kisses and taking turns sucking them both off. Your tongue trails delicately over their girths as they moan together, "H-hng, P-Princess~," they say, breathless. You now have them at your mercy as you show them what a good girl you are, taking their cocks simultaneously. 

Not being able to contain themselves any longer, their cocks start twitching in your hands, and you pull away from them as their hot seed splatters all over your adorable expression. Licking your lips, all you can taste is salt and bitterness, but to you, it wasn't bad, so you beam up at them, "Daddy and Master taste so yummy~," you babble happily, your face showing how high you are off of lust. 

"Well done, Princess~," they both chime in joyfully, pulling you up to a comfortable position, and you comply, their cum still dripping down your face, and they each pull you into a sweet kiss. Childe's being rough and hungry for more, while Pantalone's kiss left you wanting more short, sweet ones as you melt into each loving kiss. 

This will be my own woven secret; you think to yourself as each of the young men before you place gentle kisses on each of your hands at a job well done, "Remember Princess, the best kept secrets are woven like lace."

End

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