#Disobedience was a disappointment

[chemsitryforthegirls]

Absolutely devastating to see your queer awakening kiss another woman on screen and feel nothing. It's a special kind of upset when the straight actress you've had a crush on forever makes a lesbian movie and you don't like the movie.

[latinokaeya-moving]

hm. i don’t know. this might sound stupid considering how much i’ve talked abt my dad being the absolute worst in the past but been coming to the realisation recently that like. that man really does not love me or even particularly like me. idk like it’s one thing to bitterly accept he Does love me and is just awful anyways bc he’s been on some kind of power trip his entire life but thinking and looking back on the way he’s talked about me and To me my entire life is just so. it’s so fucking obvious. like he really does see me as more of an inhuman monster than he sees me as his own actual child.

[lordgodjehovahsway]

1 Samuel 15: Saul Disobeys God's Instructions About The Amalekites

1 Samuel said to Saul, “I am the one the Lord sent to anoint you king over his people Israel; so listen now to the message from the Lord. 

2 This is what the Lord Almighty says: ‘I will punish the Amalekites for what they did to Israel when they waylaid them as they came up from Egypt. 

3 Now go, attack the Amalekites and totally destroy all that belongs to them. Do not spare them; put to death men and women, children and infants, cattle and sheep, camels and donkeys.’”

4 So Saul summoned the men and mustered them at Telaim—two hundred thousand foot soldiers and ten thousand from Judah. 

5 Saul went to the city of Amalek and set an ambush in the ravine. 

6 Then he said to the Kenites, “Go away, leave the Amalekites so that I do not destroy you along with them; for you showed kindness to all the Israelites when they came up out of Egypt.” So the Kenites moved away from the Amalekites.

7 Then Saul attacked the Amalekites all the way from Havilah to Shur, near the eastern border of Egypt. 

8 He took Agag king of the Amalekites alive, and all his people he totally destroyed with the sword. 

9 But Saul and the army spared Agag and the best of the sheep and cattle, the fat calves and lambs—everything that was good. These they were unwilling to destroy completely, but everything that was despised and weak they totally destroyed.

10 Then the word of the Lord came to Samuel: 

11 “I regret that I have made Saul king, because he has turned away from me and has not carried out my instructions.” Samuel was angry, and he cried out to the Lord all that night.

12 Early in the morning Samuel got up and went to meet Saul, but he was told, “Saul has gone to Carmel. There he has set up a monument in his own honor and has turned and gone on down to Gilgal.”

13 When Samuel reached him, Saul said, “The Lord bless you! I have carried out the Lord’s instructions.”

14 But Samuel said, “What then is this bleating of sheep in my ears? What is this lowing of cattle that I hear?”

15 Saul answered, “The soldiers brought them from the Amalekites; they spared the best of the sheep and cattle to sacrifice to the Lord your God, but we totally destroyed the rest.”

16 “Enough!” Samuel said to Saul. “Let me tell you what the Lord said to me last night.”

“Tell me,” Saul replied.

17 Samuel said, “Although you were once small in your own eyes, did you not become the head of the tribes of Israel? The Lord anointed you king over Israel. 

18 And he sent you on a mission, saying, ‘Go and completely destroy those wicked people, the Amalekites; wage war against them until you have wiped them out.’ 

19 Why did you not obey the Lord? Why did you pounce on the plunder and do evil in the eyes of the Lord?”

20 “But I did obey the Lord,” Saul said. “I went on the mission the Lord assigned me. I completely destroyed the Amalekites and brought back Agag their king. 

21 The soldiers took sheep and cattle from the plunder, the best of what was devoted to God, in order to sacrifice them to the Lord your God at Gilgal.”

22 But Samuel replied:

“Does the Lord delight in burnt offerings and sacrifices     as much as in obeying the Lord? To obey is better than sacrifice,     and to heed is better than the fat of rams.

23 For rebellion is like the sin of divination,     and arrogance like the evil of idolatry. Because you have rejected the word of the Lord,     he has rejected you as king.”

24 Then Saul said to Samuel, “I have sinned. I violated the Lord’s command and your instructions. I was afraid of the men and so I gave in to them. 

25 Now I beg you, forgive my sin and come back with me, so that I may worship the Lord.”

26 But Samuel said to him, “I will not go back with you. You have rejected the word of the Lord, and the Lord has rejected you as king over Israel!”

27 As Samuel turned to leave, Saul caught hold of the hem of his robe, and it tore. 

28 Samuel said to him, “The Lord has torn the kingdom of Israel from you today and has given it to one of your neighbors—to one better than you. 

29 He who is the Glory of Israel does not lie or change his mind; for he is not a human being, that he should change his mind.”

30 Saul replied, “I have sinned. But please honor me before the elders of my people and before Israel; come back with me, so that I may worship the Lord your God.” 

31 So Samuel went back with Saul, and Saul worshiped the Lord.

32 Then Samuel said, “Bring me Agag king of the Amalekites.”

Agag came to him in chains. And he thought, “Surely the bitterness of death is past.”

33 But Samuel said,

“As your sword has made women childless,     so will your mother be childless among women.”

And Samuel put Agag to death before the Lord at Gilgal.

34 Then Samuel left for Ramah, but Saul went up to his home in Gibeah of Saul. 

35 Until the day Samuel died, he did not go to see Saul again, though Samuel mourned for him. And the Lord regretted that he had made Saul king over Israel.

[adispit]

‘Sweet thing’

Hare! original character x bunny! male reader

warnings: predator prey dynamic,humping, overstim, mind break (kinda), breeding, slight dubcon, naive innocent reader, size kink, scent kink, creampie

notes: this idea has been stuck in my head for too long lmfao I rly went down the rabbit hole writing this 💀

You were a sweet thing, a bunny bred to be docile and kept at home like the naive creature you were! Your owner was extremely protective, never allowing you to go out and always pampering you with treats and pets!! You were the perfect house pet. However, always being at home was so boring and dull. Sure, being fawned over by your owner was always enjoyable but you wanted to be like other bunnies! Why shouldn’t a grown-up bunny like you also be able to go out and explore the huge world? All you had was a small town where you and your owner lived in, nearby meadows. There were so many delicacies you hadn’t tried yet, like wild carrots or apples! All the food you had at home were just leafy greens and pellets…so you had to formulate a plan immediately!! Sure, your owner might be a tad bit worried or maybe even disappointed but you would just go for a quick trip into the meadows nearby, only a few hours you swore!

Hence, your plan began. No better time to slip out when your owner was busy at work. Full of excitement and anticipation, you quickly jumped out of the window onto the pavement. The fields were so close! You quickly hopped your way to the meadows where the other bunnies promised there would be the precious apples and food you had dreamed about. Hungry and ecstatic, you finally arrived but the delicious food that was spoken about was nowhere in sight… you were starving! Maybe this was a bad idea, you shouldn’t have gone out, your owner was going to be so angry… Not only was the pristine and white fur they loved so much now dirtied, you were a disobedient bunny who ran away because you were too greedy…

Tears began to form in your eyes as you thought about the disappointment in their eyes and how they probably wouldn’t love such a naughty bunny anymore… You were such a silly thing, knowing nothing of the world and yet you still wanted to explore! Hours went by, and you grew tired of wallowing in your misery, it was night now anyways, it was time to finally go home even if your owner would be unhappy. At least you had a roof and a warm bed to sleep in! Trudging through the tall grass, you tried to retrace the steps you took but it was too dark. The inky darkness filled your vision as panic began to fill your heart. How were you supposed to go home now?! Oh no…you could feel the waterworks starting again. However before you could even burst into tears, your ears picked up rustling in the grass behind you.

Without a single thought left in your brain, you immediately darted in the opposite direction of whatever monster was stalking you in the night. Fear clouded your senses as you felt a shiver go down your spine. What horrors were hidden in the night? You didn’t want to know! You really should have stayed home but now there whatever was hunting you! Unfortunately you began to tire, your hunger and outbursts having sapped your energy, but you could still hear the loud thumps of whatever chasing you get closer and closer, their hot breath on your nape. Your pace slowed and the creature tackled you. Clenching your eyes shut, you willed yourself still and accepted your fate.

You could feel something caress your cheek. “Open your eyes bunny.” A domineering voice commanded you and you meekly peeked one eye out to see a massive hare over your form. He was huge! Both in muscle and size, he overwhelmed your tiny body. You didn’t stand a single chance against him. “What d-do you want, Mister Hare… I-I just want to go home..” you trembled, the stutters in your voice unable to hide your fear. A low chuckle reverberated from him, “Oh you naive thing, I just want to eat you up. You’ve been in my territory since afternoon and emitting that sweet scent. A tiny creature like you should be protected but you just happened to chance upon me, what a pity.” Hearing his words, your suspicions were further confirmed. You were never getting home and a big bad hare now wanted to eat you. You went slack, what could you even do now… “O-okay, Mr Hare, just make it quick… I don’t want to be eaten painfully and slowly…” you were ready, this would be how you went…

“You misunderstood me bunny. I’m not eating you up literally, I’m going to breed you so you reek of me all over like my property.” Confusion filled your face but not long before you felt him grind against your pelvis. Oh. He meant that… Forgetting your initial terror, you immediately flushed red. You had never done this before..and your owner forbid it, saying something along the lines of “I’m not ready to be a father”. Wait, but you were both males, how could you both mate?! Your obvious inexperience and bewilderment must have been evident because Mr Hare laughed again. “It doesn’t matter if you’re male, there’s still a hole, you silly thing.” He grunted. Not waiting for your reply, he hoisted you onto his lap, the curve of your ass now rubbing against his huge bulge.

You could feel the copious amounts of precum wet the thin shorts your owner had insisted on giving you for the sake of “propriety” and yep there they went, as Mr Hare ripped them off. A whimper escaped you as the friction of his cock rubbing against your perineum sent sensations you had never felt before running through your body. “Uagh-?!” A surprised moan ripped from your throat as you could feel something thick fill your hole. His fingers were in you! You felt his fingers graze something in you that made you clutch at his shoulders in a fit of pleasure. A knowing smirk appeared on his face and he repeatedly jabbed at the spot, “I found your prostrate.” He snickered.

“N-nng- ah! T-too much!!” You keened as you buried your face in his shoulders, your body spasming at his relentless teasing of your prostrate. Shortly after, a loud sob left you as your cock squirted all over your stomach, leaving you limp. “Can’t have you weak before I breed you bunny.” Mr Hare clamoured as he left a chaste kiss on your lips, a sharp contrast to his rough man handling. Pushing you into a mating press, the head of his throbbing dick pushed at your weakly twitching rim. Glancing down at his cock, terror filled you at the size of his dick, that was monstrous!! “N-no, wait it won’t f- AGH” Before you could protest, he sharply thrusted into you as you wailed out in shock at the sudden intrusion.

Growling, the hare left no chance for you to complain as he snapped his hips against yours repeatedly like he was a man possessed. “You really are so tiny, look at your small excuse of a cock bunny…you deserve a good breeding..” he teased as his cock plunged into you. Endless whines left you as the onslaught of pleasure left you orgasming over and over again. You could only weep as Mr Hare painted your insides white without an end in sight. “P-please sir, it’s too m-mu-much!” You pleaded but your pleas for him to stop fell on deaf ears. “Gh- just gotta give you one more load one more bunny, gotta make you full of my cum.” He murmured as he grasped at your waist tightly. Oh that was sure to bruise tomorrow. Teetering on the edge of unconsciousness, you could only mindlessly mewl in response as another dry orgasm wracked your body.

The sun was rising and you were a sight to be seen. Eyes rolled in a dry orgasm as you unconsciously grinded back on the hare pistoning away at you, a mess in your own bodily fluids and the semen dripping from your abused hole. Unable to take anymore abuse, you blacked out and before you slipped into the welcome embrace of the darkness, you could feel yourself getting cradled and picked up and a kiss pressed to your dry lips.

You were definitely never gonna go out again.

note: why does no one ever talk about how hard it is to write smut OMG 😭😭 I legit spent an hour stressing over what to write so it sounded stimulating enough and legit 😞 anyways take this pathetic piece pls have mercy lol its like my first time writing smut (despite the fact I read smut 😭🙏)

Reblogs are appreciated :) if you want a part 2 lmk!

Pt 2 is here : Mates (Sweet Thing Pt.2)

[lovlidollie]

i would absolutely love to hear you talk more abt crybaby!reader and rafes ddlg/little space dynamic💕

i’ve gotten two asks abt this so i’ll just combine them here !! this is more of a darker aspect of their dynamic, so let me know if you’d like something sweeter :) cw ; ddlg themes, subspace, manipulation (emotional and psychological), slight mention of watersports, icky rafe

i think no matter which !rafe we’re talking abt, he will always be a stickler for rules and discipline. this is probably something that’s transferred over from ward and from the way he was brought up, but he does not stand for disobedience. rafe has rules for crybaby that he expects to be followed, for example, a strict screen time limit of two hours and bedtime at 8 o’clock. if she’s acting up, being bratty or not listening, rafe gives her one chance to stop and apologise. if she doesn’t, she’s getting sent straight to timeout. crybaby hates timeout. he makes her sit at an empty corner of the room while he lectures her about how bad girls get punished. he’s got her on her knees, hands fidgeting in her lap as warm tears flow down her face. he’s so mean. he doesn’t even let her hold onto her comfort plush, says that she ‘doesn’t deserve it.’ rafe doesn’t tell crybaby how long she has to sit there. he waits until she’s wriggling around uncomfortably, knees achy and legs asleep from the position. she’s not allowed to make any noise, because that would distract rafe from his work. sometimes he’ll make her strip her clothes or remove a few pieces, and then turn the aircon up so he can watch as she shivers and shakes. he gets some fucked up sense of pleasure from seeing her completely vulnerable.

rafe needs her truely and utterly fucked over before he’s even thinking about offering any sort of comfort. he needs to make sure she’s sorry for what she’s done.

he’s not above denying her the bathroom.. watching as she struggles to stay still with her bladder full.. eventually soiling herself in front of him …

sometimes he’ll guild her towards subspace under the guise of it being for her own good, when in reality he just really. really gets off to how pliant she becomes, how soft and impressionable. he could do anything to her, and she’d let him because he was her dad. he was her everything and she would never, ever want to disappoint him. rafe encourages her dependency on him, “can’t even stand up on y’own, can y’baby? y’need dad, right?” he says things like “you’re too little f’that,” and “that’s f’big girls only,” to keep her small and floaty, just for him.

there’ll be times where crybaby doesn’t want to, where she doesn’t want to be small and stupid. but rafe’s raising his eyebrows and giving her such a scathing look she has no choice but to shrink into herself, afraid of what he’d do. “dad just wants t’take care of his girl. y’don’t want to take that away from him, do you? he’s doin’ you a favour.” rafe pretends it’s for her benefit when his hand slips under her skirt or when he slides a finger up against her lips. “just helpin’ you out, angel. ‘feels good, doesn’t it? y’feel better?” he acts like he’s won a trophy or something every time he manages to force her into the headspace.

he plants ideas in her head, trying to make her more susceptible to his words. rafe makes her believe that she needs physical contact in order to feel better. he’ll push his thick fingers into her mouth, tone cloyingly sweet when he mutters, “suck niceee ‘n slow, sweetheart. ‘f’you bite dad’ll have t’stop, ‘n you don’t want that d’you?” he’s just so — demeaning. she isn’t allowed to talk back if they’re having an argument. if she tries, rafe’s hushing her with that mocking voice of his; “uh-uh, babies don’t talk.”

he does spank her on occasion as another punishment, but the most effective one is probably the silent treatment. it really messes with crybaby’s head whenever he does this. rafe cuts her off entirely, acts as if she doesn’t even exist in the first place; it forces her to feel completely isolated and alone. she could be ugly crying and desperately begging for him to come back to her, and he’d let it go on for hours. it starts of slowly. he stops responding to her questions or looking at her when she speaks. his answers, if any, are clipped and dismissive: “don’t have time f’you right now,” “figure it out yourself.” crybaby can immediately pick up on the shift and she starts panicking. rafe removes anything that could give her comfort, her favourite plushie, her comfort blanket, her phone. if she tries to cling to him or crawl up into his lap, he’s moving away from her, deliberately keeping space between them. when it does finally end, it’s on his terms. he’s pulling her into his arms, stroking her hair gently. “there we go, there’s m’good girl. this didn’t have t’happen. if you’d jus’ listened, dad wouldn’t have to do this. you’re not gonna make him do it again, are you?”

[biblebloodhound]

Evicting Complaints (Exodus 16:1-8)

To handle grumblers, we need to first deal with our own complaining spirit. 

On the fifteenth day of the second month after the Israelites had escaped from Egypt, they left Elim and started through the western edge of the Sinai Desert in the direction of Mount Sinai. There in the desert they started complaining to Moses and Aaron, “We wish the Lord had killed us in Egypt. When we lived there, we could at least sit down and eat all the bread and meat we wanted. But you…

[greengoblinswifey]

could you write about Nicholas catching you touching yourself while he’s away

Nicholas Chavez x Fem!Reader

warnings— pure smut, dom!nicholas, fem!masturbation, spanking, fingering, sir kink, orgasm denial, overstimulation, face fucking, choking, degradation kink, praise kink, unprotected sex, rough sex, fluff.

a/n— requests are open <3 more.

It had been a long, torturous week without Nicholas. You had grown used to his touch, his presence, and the magnetic pull that kept you grounded. But with his recent schedule packed with interviews, appearances, and rehearsals, your nights had been agonizingly quiet.

Nicholas always had an aura about him, the kind that made people turn their heads the moment he walked into a room. The tailored suits he wore for his interviews seemed to amplify the raw charisma he carried naturally. You couldn’t help but ache for him—his sharp features, his piercing brown eyes, the way his lips curved into a rare smile just for you. The few photos he had sent earlier that day didn’t help either. If anything, they made you crave him even more.

In one picture, his tie was undone, his shirt slightly unbuttoned, giving you a glimpse of the toned chest you knew so well. You’d stared at the photo far longer than you’d care to admit, your thoughts spiraling into dangerous territory. It wasn’t fair. He was out there charming the world, while you were stuck at home, counting the minutes until he returned.

Nicholas had rules. He always had rules. The biggest one? You were not to touch yourself when he wasn’t there. At first, you had thought it was just his way of teasing you, but over time, you realized he was serious. Painfully serious. Somehow, no matter what you did to cover your tracks, he always knew. And the punishment for disobedience? Let’s just say it left a lasting impression.

But tonight, the ache was unbearable. You had been a good girl all week, waiting patiently, counting down the days until you could have him again. Yet, the tension in your body had reached a boiling point. You tried distracting yourself, watching TV, scrolling through your phone, even cleaning the house. Nothing worked.

Finally, as the evening stretched on and the silence in the house became deafening, you found yourself in your shared bedroom. One of his shirts was folded neatly on the bed beside you, the faint scent of his cologne lingering in the fabric. Your phone lay beside it, the photos he had sent still open on the screen. You hesitated for a moment, the internal battle raging. He wasn’t supposed to be home for hours, or at least that’s what you assumed. You could sneak in one moment of relief and clean up before he arrived. He’d never know.

You slid beneath the covers, your body already tingling with anticipation. Slowly, you let your fingers trail down your stomach, the soft fabric of your panties brushing against your fingertips. The frustration melted away as you began, your mind conjuring images of him, his strong hands, his rough voice murmuring against your ear.

You moaned softly, emboldened by the thought of being alone. Your hips arched slightly off the bed, chasing the release that had evaded you for so long as you rubbed your clit roughly. You were so lost in the moment, so consumed by the fantasy of him, that you didn’t hear the faint creak of the front door opening.

The low, commanding tone of Nicholas’ voice sent a shiver down your spine, and your breath hitched as your eyes snapped open. He stood in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame, his arms crossed over his chest. His piercing gaze locked onto yours, a mix of disappointment and something darker flickering in his eyes.

“Don’t you dare,” he repeated, his voice calm but firm, sending your heart into overdrive. He was still dressed in one of the suits from his interviews earlier that day, the fabric perfectly tailored to his tall, muscular frame. The loosened tie and the way his hair slightly fell over his forehead only added to his commanding presence.

“Nicholas,” you stammered, quickly pulling the blanket over yourself, though it did little to mask what he’d already caught you doing. The heat in your cheeks was undeniable, and you felt like you might combust under his unrelenting stare.

He raised an eyebrow, stepping into the room and closing the door softly behind him. “You couldn’t wait, could you?” he asked, his tone low but sharp enough to cut through your growing embarrassment.

You shook your head quickly, trying to explain yourself. “I didn’t know when you’d be home, and—“

“And you thought that gave you permission?” he interrupted, his lips curving into a smirk that was equal parts amused and dangerous. He stepped closer, his movements deliberate and slow, making your pulse race with every step.

“I—I didn’t think you’d know,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper, your hands gripping the blanket tightly.

He tilted his head, his eyes narrowing as he looked at you. “You think I wouldn’t notice? Sweetheart, I know your body better than that.” He crouched down so his face was level with yours, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. “I know your tells, your rhythms. Did you really think you could get away with this?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but the intensity in his gaze rendered you speechless. He exhaled slowly, shaking his head. “You’re lucky I love you,” he murmured, the edge in his voice softening ever so slightly. “But you know the rules. I don’t make them for fun.”

You bit your lip, guilt swirling in your chest. “I just, missed you,” you admitted, your voice breaking slightly. “It’s been so long, and—“

“And you didn’t trust me to make it worth the wait?” he interjected, standing back up to his full height. His muscular figure towered over you as he ran a hand through his hair, the muscles in his jaw tightening as he thought for a moment.

“I do trust you,” you said quickly, looking up at him with wide eyes. “I just, couldn’t help it. I’m sorry.”

He exhaled slowly, his gaze never leaving yours. “You’re lucky I love you,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “But you know I can’t let this slide.”

Your stomach flipped at his words, the mixture of dread and anticipation making your pulse race.

He stood up, towering over you once more. “Get up,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

You hesitated for a moment before obeying, slipping out from under the covers and standing before him. The weight of his gaze was almost too much to bear as he looked you over, his expression unreadable.

“Good,” he said, nodding slightly, “finally being obedient for once.

Nicholas’ gaze was heavy on you, his piercing brown eyes filled with a dangerous mix of authority and something darker, something thrilling. Your heart pounded, the anticipation making your breath shallow as he lowered himself onto the edge of the bed. He loosened his tie further and rolled up his sleeves with an unnerving calmness, each deliberate movement adding to your nerves.

“Over my knee,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Your instinct was to argue, to play the bratty role you knew he secretly loved. But now wasn’t the time. You could see it in his sharp gaze, the way his jaw was set. Pushing him further would only make things worse. Swallowing your pride, you moved hesitantly to his side and draped yourself over his lap, your bare skin prickling with vulnerability as the cool air was on your naked ass.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice softer now, though still laced with that edge of control. His hand came to rest on your ass, large and warm, and for a moment, you dared to hope that he might go easy on you. He rubbed slow circles over your brown skin, his touch soothing, almost gentle.

But that hope shattered as a sharp smack landed squarely on your ass, the sound echoing through the room. You yelped, more from surprise than pain, though the sting quickly followed, spreading heat across your skin.

Nicholas chuckled lowly at your reaction, his amusement evident. “Did you really think I’d let you off that easily?”

“N-No,” you stammered, already feeling yourself crumble.

“Good,” he said, his tone dark and commanding again. “Now, count. If you miss even one, we start over. Understand?”

“Yes,” you whispered, your voice shaky.

“Yes, what?” His hand hovered, waiting.

“Yes, sir,” you corrected quickly, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“That's better.”

The next smack came harder, the sting making you gasp. “One,” you counted, your voice trembling.

His hand came down again, and then again, each time with more force, each strike sending a sharp jolt through your body. “Two—three,” you managed, your voice faltering as the stinging heat built.

By the sixth, a small sob escaped your lips. The pain was sharp, but it was the overwhelming mix of sensations—pain, submission, and the low rumble of his voice that left you breathless.

“Aww,” he teased, rubbing a soothing hand over your bruised skin. “Already crying? And I’ve barely started.”

You whimpered, your fingers gripping the blanket beneath you. “I’ve learned my lesson sir,” you said between shaky breaths. “I won’t do it again, I promise.”

He hummed, unconvinced. “Oh, I don’t believe that for a second,” he said, his hand stilling on your skin. “I need to make sure.”

His hand slid between your cheeks, fingers brushing against your soaked pussy. The action drew a sharp gasp from you, your body instinctively arching into his touch.

“Now, tell me,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “Is this from earlier, or is this from me spanking you?”

You couldn’t answer. Words failed you, your mind too clouded by the mix of pain and pleasure. All that came out were incoherent sounds, your head dropping forward as you tried to catch your breath.

“Hmm,” he mocked, his fingers retreating. “Can’t even speak, can you? Pathetic.”

The spanking continued, each strike eliciting a fresh cry from your lips. You counted every single one, your voice cracking as you reached the higher numbers.

“Seventeen, eighteen…” Your sobs grew louder with each number, tears slipping down your cheeks.

“Good girl,” he murmured, almost mocking. “Two more.”

When the twentieth strike finally landed, your entire body grew limp with relief, your muscles trembling. The fire in your skin was unbearable, and yet, you found yourself melting into his touch as he gently rubbed circles over your raw skin.

“You’re a bad girl,” he said softly, his tone almost affectionate now. “But you did well for me.”

Your voice wavered as you asked, “Am I okay now? Am I your good, obedient girl again?”

He chuckled darkly at your question, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on your skin. “Oh, sweetheart,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. “Your punishment isn’t over yet.”

Your breath hitched, anticipation and dread pooling in your stomach as you realized he wasn’t done with you.

Nicholas lifted you gently off his lap, though his grip on your waist remained firm, guiding you to lie back on the bed. Your legs trembled as they settled against the sheets. He stood over you, his broad frame imposing, and his blue eyes sharp with authority and amusement.

“You’re dripping,” he said, his voice low and mocking. His fingers grazed your pussy, sliding through the slick evidence of your arousal. “Look at you. I spank you, and this is how you respond? Pathetic.”

You bit your lip, shame and desire swirling in your chest. Your big brown eyes flicked up to meet his, pleading silently, though you didn’t dare speak without permission.

He smirked at your silence, slipping a single finger inside you without warning. Your breath hitched as he curled it expertly, hitting that spot that made your legs kick involuntarily.

“Nick” you gasped, your hands clutching the sheets as your body twisted under his touch.

“Stay still,” he snapped, his free hand pressing down on your lower stomach, holding you firmly in place. “You wanted to disobey me, so now you’ll take this.”

He added another finger, stretching you as his movements became merciless. The pace quickened, his fingers plunging and curling with precision, driving you to the edge. Your legs squirmed and your hips lifted despite his grip, desperate for relief.

“Please,” you whimpered, your voice breaking. “I’m sorry! I need to—“

“Shut up,” he interrupted, his tone cold. “I don’t want to hear your excuses. Bad girls don’t get what they want.”

Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes as the overstimulation built, your body quaking beneath him. Your breath came in short, ragged gasps as the pressure coiled tighter and tighter, your release so close you could taste it.

But just as you were about to squirt all over him, he withdrew his fingers, leaving you trembling and aching.

“No!” you cried out, your hand darting to grab his wrist, pulling it toward you. “Please, sir!”

He leaned down, his face inches from yours, his voice low and cruel. “No. This is your punishment. And bad girls get punished.”

You were practically in tears now, your body trembling with frustration and need. He straightened, brushing his damp fingers over your lips, smirking as you instinctively parted them, desperate for anything he’d give you.

“Get on your knees,” he commanded, stepping back and fixing you with a sharp look.

Your body obeyed before your mind caught up, sliding off the bed to kneel before him. Your gaze flicked up to his, your lips trembling, waiting for his next move, hoping for any sign of mercy in his dark eyes.

Nicholas towered over you, his hand firm as he gathered your hair into a makeshift ponytail. The dominance in his touch sent a shiver down your spine. His grip tilted your head back slightly, forcing you to meet his piercing gaze.

“Unbuckle my pants,” he ordered, his voice low and commanding.

Your hands trembled as they moved to his waistband, fingers fumbling slightly before you undid the buckle and zipper. His hard cock sprang free, the sight stealing the breath from your lungs. You swallowed nervously, opening your mouth to speak, but he didn’t give you the chance.

Without hesitation, he guided himself into your mouth, thrusting deeply. You barely had time to adjust, your hands instinctively gripping his thighs for balance as he moved with no concern for your comfort.

“Take it,” he growled, his other hand tightening in your hair, controlling your movements. “You wanted to be a bad girl, now prove you can be good for me.”

You fought the urge to gag, focusing on swirling your tongue around him as he thrusted in and out of your mouth. His pace was relentless, leaving you with little control, but you tried to meet his rhythm, desperate to please him.

“That’s it,” he said, his tone a mix of mockery and approval. “Look at you. So eager to behave now, aren’t you? You’re lucky I even let you do this after earlier.”

You hummed in response, the vibrations drawing a sharp moan from him. His grip on your hair tightened as his hips bucked forward, pressing deeper into your throat.

“Such a filthy little thing,” he continued, his voice low and rough. “But you’re good at this. My good girl, aren’t you?”

You nodded as best you could, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the intensity. Your throat burned, but you didn’t stop, letting him take what he wanted. His words sent heat pooling through you, your body responding despite your earlier punishment.

“Just like that,” he moaned, his pace faltering slightly as he neared his release. “You’re going to swallow every last drop, understand?”

You made a small noise of agreement, your hands gripping him tighter as he came in your mouth. The warm saltiness coated your tongue, and you forced yourself to swallow, blinking up at him through watery eyes.

“Good girl,” he said breathlessly, pulling back and releasing your hair. He brushed his thumb over your swollen lips, smirking down at you. “At least you’re good for something.”

For a brief moment, his hand cupped your cheek, his expression softening slightly.

“Maybe,” he added with a hint of amusement, “you’ll think twice before breaking my rules again.”

“Get on your back,” he ordered, his voice cold and sharp. “The only thing you’re good for is laying there and taking it. You seem to do that well enough.”

Your heart raced as you scrambled to obey, laying down and looking up at him with wide, pleading eyes. His gaze raked over you, dark and unrelenting, making you feel completely exposed.

“Pathetic,” he sneered, his words slicing through you. “Do you even know how desperate you look right now? You’re so needy, it’s embarrassing.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “I’ll be good. Please, sir. I’ll do anything—just don’t make me wait anymore.”

He grabbed your thighs roughly, pulling you closer in one swift, forceful motion. “Anything?” he mocked, his hand gripping your chin and forcing you to look directly at him.

You nodded quickly, the words spilling out of you. “I will! I promise, I’ll be so good for you. I need you. Please, sir. Please.”

A dark chuckle escaped him as he positioned himself at your entrance, giving you no warning before slamming into you with a force that made your back arch and a shocked cry escape your lips. Your body jolted beneath him as he set a brutal pace, not giving you even a second to adjust.

“Quiet,” he demanded, his hand wrapping firmly around your throat. “Take it. That’s all you’re good for, isn’t it? Letting me ruin you.”

“Yes!” you cried, your voice breathless and shaky. “Thank you, sir. Thank you—oh, God, it feels so good. You feel so good.”

His pace didn’t relent, each thrust leaving you more breathless than the last. “You think you deserve to feel good after what you did?” he growled, leaning down so his face was inches from yours. “Beg me for it. Beg like the desperate little slut you are.”

Tears pricked your eyes as the words tumbled out. “Please, sir. I’m so sorry, I’ll never disobey you again. I’ll be good. I’ll be perfect. Please, I need to! I need to—”

“Not yet,” he hissed, his hand tightening slightly around your throat as your body writhed under him. “You don’t get to decide. You don’t deserve it.”

You sobbed his name, your body trembling and your voice breaking as you begged him over and over. “Please, sir. I’ll do anything. I’ll wait as long as you want, but I need it. Please—please let me—“

Finally, his grip loosened, and his lips curled into a cruel smirk. “Fine. You’ve earned it, barely.”

The release hit you like a tidal wave, your entire body shaking uncontrollably as you cried out, soaking both of you and the sheets below as he fucked you hard and rough.

“Yes,” you gasped, your voice barely audible. “Thank you, sir. Thank you so much.”

“Look at this mess,” he sneered, his voice laced with disdain. “All over me, all over the bed. And you’re thanking me for it?”

“You’re pathetic,” he muttered, but there was a glimmer of satisfaction in his voice. “My good girl. Even if you don’t deserve it.”

He didn’t stop. If anything, he went even harder, his thrusts rough and relentless as you cried out beneath him, gripping the sheets with trembling hands. “I can’t—” you screamed, your voice breaking as the overwhelming sensations wracked your body. “I can’t take it, please, sir, I can’t!”

“You can,” he growled, his tone leaving no room for argument. His hands pinned your hips in place as he slammed into you with a pace that made the bed creak beneath you. “And you will. You better take it and be a good girl for once.”

Your body shook uncontrollably, tears streaming down your face as you quivered under him. The intense pressure built again, unstoppable, and within moments you cried out his name, soaking the bed in another wave of release.

“Pathetic,” he muttered, pulling out abruptly. He wrapped his hand around his cock, his sharp breaths filling the room as he chased his own climax. A few moments later, he groaned low and deep, releasing onto your stomach in hot, messy streaks.

“That’s all you’re worth,” he sneered, his gaze fixed on you as you lay there breathless and trembling. “My cum on you. You don’t even deserve it inside you.”

Despite his words, you whispered shakily, “Thank you, sir.” Your voice was small, but the sincerity was unmistakable.

He collapsed onto the bed beside you, his harsh demeanor softening as he reached for you, pulling you close. His hand cradled your cheek, and his lips pressed against yours in a kiss that was tender. The change in his energy was undeniable, the fire of dominance giving way to warmth and affection.

As the kiss deepened, you couldn’t help but smile against his lips, and he mirrored it, his forehead resting lightly against yours. “I missed you,” he murmured, his voice low and genuine.

“I missed you more,” you replied, your fingers brushing lightly against his cheek. “M’ sorry for not obeying your rule. I promise, next time I’ll be good.”

His lips quirked into a faint smirk, his hand running gently down your back. “Good girl,” he said softly, his voice filled with approval.

You nestled closer, feeling his warmth against you as the room settled into a calm stillness. Whatever tension had existed before melted away in his embrace, leaving only the comfort of being together again.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Meeting Yamazaki Shingen for the First Time: Sleepless Nights

G/N. 1.7k strangers to~. Soft. Arranged marriage trope. Masterlists

Disappointing, you've heard people say about you. Disobedient.

Troublemaker, should be seen and not heard, your mother chides you while your father just looks on with resentment, as if he couldn't believe they could have created such an insolent child.

In exchange for being the black sheep of your family, you're offered, kicking and screaming, to Yamazaki Shingen. Trading your life and freedom to elevate your family's name and standing.

If you can't be a filial offspring and make your parents proud, the least you can be is useful.

To everyone's surprise, the Yamazaki clan accepts.

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With relief, you realise there isn't going to be a wedding night.

This isn’t a marriage. You're only one of many. No-one has been deemed worthy enough to sit by Shingen's side as the head of the family. This doesn't bother you.

Nor the fact that you have not seen the man you have been allegedly sold off to and you quietly count your blessings.

Instead, you're treated as an extra pair of hands, almost a servant. Spending your days helping out around the household with any chores and errands as they see fit. It's hard, gruelling work.

You collapse every night in your futon out of exhaustion and sleep takes no time at all.

It's still a better life than you had before.

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Though the routine might be growing familiar, it's still a stranger's home and a strange room and a strange futon that you're lying on.

Tonight, the strangeness of your situation overwhelms.

You miss your old room, the softness of your old pillow on your skin, the smell of your own belongings.

Tonight, sleep is nowhere to be found.

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You're greeted by a silhouette sitting in the courtyard.

Outlined by the moonlight, size more monster than human. Although in any other circumstances you might feel fear, this is the Yamazaki home, you think. No-one, not even monsters, would dare trespass.

You find your own space to sit in. You wonder if he even knows you're here or if this is two strangers letting the silence grow comfortable between them.

"Who are you?" comes his voice, and the peace breaks. It's low, almost a growl.

It takes you a moment to realise you didn't dream it and you tell him your name.

"I can't sleep." you add and you hear a sharp exhale of amusement.

He doesn't volunteer any information about himself and you don't ask.

Nevertheless, it's a kindred spirit, you decide. Someone else suffering from sleep evading them.

He continues to sit, still as a rock, and you join him. Breath deepening and eyelids growing heavier by the second. Your head drops forward, jolting you awake and you take your leave.

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In the morning and for several weeks after, you're not sure if the man had been conjured up by your imagination.

If in your sleep-induced haze, your mind created someone you could relate to, no matter how trivial the bond.

You search but don't see anyone in the Yamazaki family that could look like him.

You almost mistake Shintaro for him, the Vice President who has been courteous if a little cold, except in your blurred memories you think the stranger has wild long hair.

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Over time, you forget about him. Someone that could either be a figment of your imagination or as real as the floor you’re currently scrubbing.

You let your daily tasks wash over you. Following instructions without argument and keeping to yourself.

Your hands grow calloused and energy drains.

A state of overtiredness finally overwhelms you.

Where you can feel the fatigue deep in your bones, your body hovering in a state between conscious and unconscious, moving in a haze, yet your mind is alive and wired and sleep won't take no matter how much you toss and turn.

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He’s there again.

But as the days grow, the nights are no longer as dark as it was and you can make out more of his features.

Your brain didn’t deceive you. His form is as large as you remembered, maybe larger. A good few heads taller than you and powerfully muscled. Hair long, like a sheet of darkness past his shoulders. 

“Evening,” you say as a way of greeting, your voice carrying in the quiet night breeze. His head snaps to yours, though you can’t make out his face.

You feel his gaze on you as you sit, folding your legs under you.

You close your eyes, enjoying the silence. Feeling the warm air on your skin and caressing your hair. No longer as frigid or cool as it was when you first stepped foot into the Yamazaki clan.

“Another sleepless night,” he says. You don’t know whether it’s a question for you or a confession of sorts for him.

In the end, you echo him, agreeing with the sentiment. “Another sleepless night.”

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Curiosity keeps you awake rather than exhaustion or anxiety or insomnia the next night, wondering if the man is still there sitting like a lonely statue.

Your mind leads you fully this time. 

At dusk, you carefully slide the door behind you as your feet pad onto the soft grass, brain and body awake.

He’s there. In the same spot, in the same position.

It’s even lighter tonight, and you can see his features. His black eyes, the startling white irises, the emptiness in his gaze.

You do as you have done before, sitting down a few metres away. 

“Why are you here?” he asks, tone inquisitive. Your footsteps and movement have given you away. You’re much more alert, less sluggish, no longer moving as if in a dream state and he has noticed.

“I wondered if you were here every night.” You tell him, opting for honesty.

The silence stretches as you wait for his answer. Eventually you hear-

“Yes.”

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The twilight meetings become routine. Only a handful of words are exchanged on a given night, if any at all.

Yet you have come to think of him as the guardian of your slumber. Some nights you drift off as soon as your head hits your pillow, and when morning comes, you feel a pang of guilt for not joining your companion.

He never comments on it, though you think his eyes are a little warmer whenever he sees you again.

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At the change of seasons, when the day grows hot and sticky, you are summoned to Yamazaki Shingen’s quarters.

You had allowed yourself to forget that you are only in this household to be used for breeding potential, no better than livestock. 

Disregarded that the dowry the Yamazaki clan paid for you was too high a price for a simple servant and became so accustomed to your daily chores, pretended this day would never come.

At sundown, the head housekeeper, a crotchety old woman guides you to your doom.

You would have considered escaping if she wasn’t flanked by bodyguards, two men with matching severe expressions. You would have considered asking for help if your only companion, the person you have sort of befriended, was nowhere to be found in the courtyard.

“Master Shingen has been dissatisfied. He hasn’t been with anyone in months,” the housekeeper says, subdued and not breaking pace. She gives you a look as if that is your problem to solve. “The elders are getting worried.”

Good, you want to snap back. Let them be worried. Let this stupid clan die off.

Just as you’re about to say something you would no doubt regret, she stops abruptly in front of an oversized door. You almost careen into the back of her but the bodyguard’s hands shoot out and steady you.

“I’m fine,” you hiss, shoving their hands off you.

“Now in you go,” she rolls her eyes at your outburst, opening the door and pushing you in with her talons, “And do behave.”

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Shit shit shit.

The room is almost pitch black, only illuminated by a sliver of moonlight through the windows.

Adrenaline courses through your body and you desperately will your eyes to adjust to the darkness, even as they dart around fruitlessly, looking for a weapon, for anything-

When you sense another presence in the room with you and you stop moving.

“What are you doing?” comes his voice.

Your breath hitches. 

It’s one that you have only heard sparingly but have nevertheless looked forward to hearing again. A figure you have sought out night after night.

“Is-Is that you?” 

A chuckle from the shadows. “Yes.”

Could this really be him? “Y-Yamazaki Shingen?” You stammer, a literal shot in the dark. 

“Yes,” he replies and you feel your legs almost buckle out beneath you. “Come closer.”

Incredulous at this twist of fate, you carefully make your way towards the centre of the room. Your eyes, at long last, are able to pick out the silhouette sitting on the bed, and that there is a bed. 

Does he expect... Does he want you to-?

“No,” he cuts in like he’s able to read your thoughts. “I want your company. Like you did mine.”

His white irises are practically glowing, boring into you.

“Another sleepless night?” you ask tentatively. Groping for an olive branch, for that connection.

“Another sleepless night,” Shingen agrees, and everything finally falls into place.

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Like all those nights before, Shingen is a man of few words. He observes you as you try to find comfort in his space, in a room completely unfamiliar to you.

He finds a strange companionship, ease in your presence. You don’t ask for anything from him, and in return, he doesn’t ask for anything from you.

Except, well - this.

And only this. He has no intentions of forcing what you do not want to give.

As you lay your head down next to his, a small smile of relief on your face that things have surprisingly worked out, Shingen, to his own surprise finds that he’s smiling back.

For the first time in a long time, he falls asleep in his own bed. 

He falls asleep easily tonight and every night thereafter - to the sound of your breathing, and the warmth of your body next to his.

[natsaffection]

just read your wandanat fic and it made me think of some thought of the that has had me on a spiral lately.

so imagine you have direct orders from both of them to not touch yourself but one day you are so needy you can’t help but touch a little and end up being caught red-handed by natasha.

of course she takes matters on her own hands and decides to punish you until wanda comes home. when she finally does, after a long wait, she makes a turn in nat’s ministrations, and decides you been edged long enough and you should pass to another form of torture. so now you are all over the edge and tied up to a chair (maybe with tendrils of wanda’s magic) forced to watch wanda fucking herself with nat’s cock. even if you are not having any sort of stimulation in that position, you can’t help but cum thanks to the scene in front of you and capting their attention again in the process.

that has been on my mind for literally weeks and if you could extend it into an actual thing, i’d love to read it!

Helpless Desire. | WandaNat

Dom!Natasha x Fem!Reader x Dom! Wanda

Warnings: 18+! MINORS DNI! G!P Natasha, Heavy edging, Restraints and held to a chair by magic, Begging, beeing forced to watch people have sex, multiple orgasm

Word Count: 1,2k

A/N: I wrote this during a family dinner and almost went wild in my chair..🧎🏻‍♀️

You had clear instructions from Natasha and Wanda. Do not touch yourself. But the temptation gnawed at you today, a constant pain you tried to control. Today, the need was overwhelming. Alone in the apartment, your fingers hesitantly slid down your body, searching for relief. Just as you began to give in, the front door opened, and there stood Natasha, catching you in the act. “What do you think you’re doing?” Natasha’s voice was a dangerous purr.

Your breath hitched. “F-Fuck! I-I’m sorry! I…I couldn’t-” you stammered, your cheeks flushing with a mix of guilt and arousal. Natasha’s eyes narrowed, a smile playing on her lips. “Oh, you’ll regret this. Hands off, now.”

You pulled your hands back, slightly trembling. Natasha’s presence was commanding, her disappointment palpable. She approached you, her movements predatory, and grabbed your wrists. With quick, decisive movements, she bound your wrists together with the soft restraints they often used in their sessions, leaving you vulnerable and exposed.

“You couldn’t wait, could you?” Natasha’s voice was a mix of amusement and frustration. “I thought we taught you better.” You bit your lip, your eyes pleading. “I’m sorry, Natasha, please, I was just…n-needy…”

“Needy? Oh, we’ll see about that,” Natasha replied ominously. Natasha’s hands were everywhere, teasing, pinching, and spanking, driving you to the brink of madness but never letting you fully go over the edge. Every touch was a reminder of your disobedience, every caress a tantalizing promise of what you couldn’t have. Your body writhed, your hips bucking against the restraints, desperately seeking more contact, more friction.

“Please, I need to- cum..!” you pleaded, your voice breaking with desperation, quickly cut off. “Silence,” Natasha snapped, her eyes narrowing. “You speak only when spoken to.”

Hours seemed to pass, the pleasure and frustration growing unbearable. Your body was a live wire, every nerve ending burning. Just as you thought you couldn’t take anymore, the front door opened again, and Wanda entered. Her eyes darkened as she took in the scene before her.

“What’s going on here?” Wanda asked, her voice deceptively calm, though it was clear she knew exactly what had happened. “She couldn’t control herself.“ Natasha explained, not stopping her touches on your trembling body.

Wanda’s lips curled into a wicked smile. “Well, I think she’s been teased long enough, don’t you? Let’s change things up.”

With a flick of her wrist, strands of Wanda’s magic wrapped around you, lifting you from the bed and setting you into a chair. The magical restraints held you in place, forcing you to watch as Wanda and Natasha turned to each other.

“Sit right there and don’t take your eyes off us,” Wanda commanded, her voice full of authority. Your breath came in short gasps as Wanda’s magic undressed her effortlessly, and Natasha’s clothes soon followed. The sight of their naked bodies, so intimately familiar yet always arousing, left your mouth dry.

Wanda positioned herself over Natasha and took her lover’s shaft with a guttural moan. The sight was mesmerizing, and your body ached with a need that was almost painful.

“See what you could have if you just followed orders?” Wanda said, her eyes on you. “Watch closely, ahh~” Natasha’s hands gripped Wanda’s hips, guiding her movements as she thrust upward. The room filled with the sounds of their pleasure, each moan and gasp driving you closer to the edge. You writhed against the restraints, desperate for relief.

“Do you like what you see, Detka?” Natasha teased, her voice thick with desire. “This is what you miss when you’re disobedient.”

“God, please! Natasha, Wanda… I-” you begged, your eyes fixed on the scene before you. The sight of Wanda riding Natasha, the sounds of their pleasure, was too much. “It hurts, please let me join, please!”

Your pussy throbbed, desperate for attention, and you felt like you would explode from the sheer intensity of your arousal. “You brought this on yourself, Y/n,” Natasha said, panting, “Now you have to watch.”

You tried to look away, your face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and frustration, but Wanda’s magic forced your head back, making you watch every second. The magic intensified your helplessness.

“N-No!!” you cried out, tears now flowing freely. “Fuck! I’ll do anything!!” Wanda moved faster on Natasha, her lips curling into a cruel smile. “You’ll watch and endure, my dear.”

As Natasha and Wanda’s rhythm grew rougher and faster, you could feel the pressure building inside you. The sounds of their pleasure filled the room, each moan and gasp sending waves of lust through your body.

Wanda’s gaze fixed on you again, a wicked smile playing on her lips. “Look at you, so needy,” she teased. “You think you deserve to be freed after being disobedient-“

But suddenly, your body convulsed as you came, a powerful climax that left you gasping for air. For a moment, you didn’t even realize you had cum, your mind overwhelmed by the sight and sounds before you. The sudden orgasm caught the attention of Natasha and Wanda, their expressions shifting from surprise to amusement.

“Did you just come? Without permission, no less?” Natasha’s voice was sharp, cutting through your haze of pleasure. You looked confused at your mess. “I… I didn’t mean to… I don’t even know-”

“Now you’ve really done it,” Wanda said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. Natasha and Wanda exchanged a look, and Wanda’s magic tightened around you, holding you firm. “Let’s see how you handle round two,” Natasha said, her voice cold and commanding.

Natasha stepped aside, allowing Wanda to take center stage. With a flick of her wrist, Wanda summoned more magical threads, wrapping around your body, teasing and tormenting your sensitive spots.

“W-What…,” you whimpered, your body already exhausted from the intense orgasm. “No, please no…”

The magical threads danced over your skin, teasing your nipples, brushing your clit, sending waves of sensation through your already oversensitive body with no escape. “Please, please-” you begged, your voice breaking. “I’ll be good, I promise..!“

“You should have thought of that earlier,” Natasha said, her voice a deep growl. The magical threads continued their relentless torment, driving you to the brink once more. You writhed and struggled, your body a mix of pain and pleasure, your mind a fog of desperation. The room was filled with the sounds of your cries and the moans of Natasha and Wanda as they pleasured themselves.

Finally, the magic brought you to another peak, your body convulsing with the intensity. You screamed, your vision blurring as you were driven over the edge once more.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, you slumped in the chair, your body trembling and exhausted. Natasha and Wanda approached you, their expressions a mix of satisfaction and approval.

“Now you might think twice before being disobedient,” Natasha said, her voice soft but firm. Wanda gently stroked your hair, a rare moment of tenderness. “Rest now. You’ve earned it.”

[married-to-google-translater]

Request: what would be the reaction of yandere Tanjiro, yandere Muzan and yandere kokushibou if s/o becomes very afraid of them after a punishment?

Yandere Muzan is here

Yandere Tanjiro Kamado (older)

Your "disobedience" would begin shortly after the abduction.

For some reason, Tanjiro wasn't prepared for this to happen.

This would make him a slob.

Tanjiro really wouldn't want to punish you.

He would rather cuddle with you and give you kisses.

But instead you were interested in trying to escape…

Or push him away.

Tanjiro tries to give you time and be patient.

But that doesn't change your opinion.

So Tanjiro is bound to punish you.

And that certainly wouldn't go over well.

The punishment would be surprisingly mild.

Still, it would leave an impression on you.

Because any little sense of security you had would be gone.

Tanjiro would feel terrible when he saw how scared you had become.

He would try to be still kinder but it wouldn't really help.

Tanjiro couldn't let you go.

He would believe that you would fall in love with him eventually

Yandere Kokushibo

Kokushibo doesn't like you for your disobedience or for trying to run away all the time.

He would try to warn you.

But you don't listen.

Kokushibo is patient for a while.

But eventually he has to punish you.

Funny how this problem wouldn't exist if he hadn't kidnapped you :D

Kokushibo punishments could be really harsh.

It depends on what you did.

If you ran away and tried to seek Demon Slayer help Kokushibo would be angry and disappointed.

You probably wouldn't be able to walk for a very long time.

Not because the dirty way…

Kokushibo would understand why you would be scared after this.

It would hurt a little.

But Kokushibo would hope you wouldn't break his rules again.

Kokushibo would give you some space after this.

[aurorawritestoescape]

YOUR BOYS || 800 words

Joel Miller x f!reader, Tommy Miller x f!reader

Summary: you’re about to spend the night with the Miller brothers.

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, dom/sub dynamic, polyamory, sub Joel, sub Tommy, dom reader, cock ring, cuck chair.

A/n: a drabble, inspired by this ask by @romanarose 💞 aka my first try at writing subby men🫣 kisses to @milla-frenchy for beta-ing😘 Dividers by @saradika-graphics Happy Birthday to Gabriel Luna💕

MASTERLIST

You walk into the bedroom where the brothers are already waiting for you. Joel is standing by the window, he’s tense like a guitar string, impatient, ready to rush to you and do whatever you wish, fulfill your every desire.

Not Tommy though. He’s lounging on the bed, back against the headboard, legs crossed at the ankles, still in his boots. He’s an image of disobedience, wildly different from his brother. He loves to be broken. And you love breaking him.

Joel’s in front of you in a second, his big hands on your hips, puppy eyes fixed on your face, waiting for a command.

“Glad you’re home, my love.”

You reach for his lips and give him a kiss. Your heart is beating loudly in your chest but even through its pounding you hear Tommy’s scoff.

The rivalry between the brothers is delicious, a constant battle for your attention, your love, your pussy.

“Have you been a good boy, Joel?” You ask the older brother, raising your brow, and he replies immediately but without words. With haste fingers he opens his jeans and pulls them down mid-thigh. He’s not wearing anything underneath except for a metal ring around the base of his cock that you told him to put on for your arrival. He’s already getting hard, tip fat and red, his balls pushed up at the base and accentuated by the shiny silver. It’s a sight to see! You anticipated your boys wearing them and Joel’s pushing his chest out proudly, showing you that he’s indeed been a very good boy.

You give him your widest smile and then a longer kiss. Joel moans when your hand grazes his member and you gush at this sound.

Getting impatient you take Joel by the hand and lead him to the bed. Stopping at the foot of the bed you glare at Tommy and your cold voice rings in the quiet bedroom.

“Take your boots off my bed. Now.”

Your tone is full of steel and disappointment. Tommy’s eyes get dark. He loves testing you, loves when you degrade him. The praise is always sweeter after a little bit of scolding. He smirks but moves his feet off the bed and then bucks his hips. ‘Is the brat getting hard?’ you wonder. Or is he taunting you with another act of disobedience.

“Show me,” you command, pointing at his crotch with your chin. Tommy takes his time, unzipping his jeans, and then he pulls his cock and balls out. His member is semi hard, free of the ring.

“I ain’t wearing that thing,” he throws at you, holding your heavy stare. His expression screams defiance.

In your peripheral vision you notice Joel shaking his head at his younger brother with disapproval. The anticipation of the night makes your pussy throb, you have so much work to do.

You turn to Joel and take his hand again before leading him to the side of the bed.

”Let me help you, sweetheart,“ you purr to the man twice your size and bend down to take his jeans off completely. Then you motion for him to lie down. He immediately follows your order and soon he’s lying next to his brother, naked from the waist down.

Your tongue slides over your lower lip as you ogle the man splayed in front of you. Joel’s ringed cock is standing proudly, drooling precum down the shaft, and you can’t wait to taste it, to come on it.

“Joel, baby, I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good tonight.”

“Yes, please, my love.” Your words make Joel squirm on the bed and his cock bobs cheerfully while his balls pulsate with the rhythm of his heartbeat.

“Now you, Tommy,” you snap your eyes at his brother, “you’ve been bad. Very bad. And bad dogs don’t get to sleep in the mistress’ bed. Chair!”

Tommy’s fiery eyes are boring into you but his member betrays him. A clear drop of pre cum beads on his pink slit and you gloat,

“Aww, look at your poor dick, crying for my pussy. Bet he’s sorry that he’s attached to such a brat.”

Tommy gets up, mumbling something incoherent, and walks to the chair, standing in the corner of the room. He takes the “bad boy’s seat“ and throws his thighs wide, his cock stiff, leaking on his jeans.

You sit next to Joel and caress his wet shaft with your index finger and thumb, slowly gliding them up and down. Joel’s hips fly up but you shush him and look at Tommy.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen tonight. I’m gonna ride Joel’s face because only good boys get to taste my sweet pussy.”

Joel licks his lips and a low growl simmers in his chest.

“Then I’m gonna take his ring off and suck his cock and balls. He can fuck my throat too if he wants.” Joel stirs impatiently on the bed while you continue pumping his cock with two fingers.

“And I’m gonna let him come into my sloppy, tight pussy. Would you love to fill me up, Joel?”

The older brother eagerly nods, almost choking on his words, “Yes, my love, yes—please—yes.”

”And you, Tommy, are gonna watch until you’re desperate. Until you don’t want to behave like a brat anymore. Until you beg for my cunt.”

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[jymwahuwu]

Um…how about Sunday with virginity reader? 😌🫣💖

cw: yandere, manipulation, gaslighting, orgasm control, non-con, corruption kink, some inappropriate views on virginity

Sunday has been carefully protecting you… from the contamination of the mortal world. As an adult, you followed a friend's introduction and joined The Family. After several religious gatherings, including praising Aeon Xipe, singing songs, and confessing your hearts and past stories, Mr. Sunday noticed you. You are so…pure, innocent, and need to be protected.

He invites you to those parties and singing. No matter what your singing ability is, praise your sincere heart on Sunday. The Lord Xipe needs believers like you. He showed you how much he appreciated you…and you were so flattered. Sunday is the leader of Oak Family and attracts much attention. And you are just a little believer…how could he notice you?

He emphasized that the Family is such a selfless organization and there will be no difference in status. It's not hard to get your information. After spending some time together and drinking SoulGlad, you sheepishly admit that you have never had any sexual experience. Never…never. So you are still a virgin. His smile widened a little as he listened to your admission to him. He said that you need to keep your purity uncontaminated so that the notes you sing are free from noise. (Even though you've heard, The Family has no limits when it comes to sex…)

So, you cannot have any spouse. Nor can you surrender to filth just because of the pleasure of temporary joy. But of course, Sunday is the exception! He has the responsibility to supervise and protect you. That gloved touch on your private parts and. Your nipples and butt must be checked regularly. Lift up your clothes. Let his hands gently squeeze and rub your breasts. See, you're sensitive. If you reach orgasm so quickly, it means you are not resistant to sex and need more testing and training.

He ordered a chastity belt for you. do not worry. That was customized with technology. There is usually no pain or side effects unless you are so eager to be penetrated that it hurts. That will be your own problem. No insertion…at least not for the first few months. After you resist orgasm, Sunday will hug you and compliment you on how well you did. You maintain your virginity while training your ability to withstand adversity and temptation. Of course, if you convulse and moan during orgasm, there will be a round of punishment. This is the rule.

Also love drama - so think about how he would react if you lost your virginity and Sunday wasn't the one to take it. This message may be found in a broken virginity lock, or some sign. You start avoiding him and use the device to giggle and chat with others, or stay up all night. Once this happens, Sunday will stare at you for more than a few minutes. He's not going to be brutally violent or anything like that.

"Who is that?" Sunday asked calmly. And you answer a name in harmonious tones. He chewed the name calmly and repeatedly, like chewing up some bitter food. Sunday will express disappointment in your disobedience and resistance. Didn't he already emphasize that you can't look for any partner?

The Family has accepted you. Why would you want to find another place of hypocrisy? You will be locked up in a particularly luxurious room, and The Family will fulfill any reasonable request you want, but you will be forced to listen to music with Xipe's blessing for a long time in order to forget those unimportant people and things. If you behave yourself, you won't be on his knee that day receiving those daily slaps. And Sunday will keep penetrating you at least once a day. Since you totally don't care about his lead and are desperate for sex <3

[soullessdianthus]

Please 🙏 please 🙏please more Perv!könig!!

A/N: How about Perv!König the brat tamer? Idea suggested by @mxx-mayari ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Warnings: abuse of authority, degradation, dry humping his boot, leash/pet play?

The colonel basically dragged you into his private office, pushing your smaller frame inside by the arm he was gripping so hard. You stumbled over your own feet, before turning around to face an enraged man.  

König closed and locked the door, his palm was splayed over the wooden frame as he exhaled the air slowly. You observed as his shoulder sank, before he spoke.

━ What were you thinking?

His voice was harsh and filled with venom. König’s blue eyes piercing through your soul. For the first time in a while you felt truly terrified. And since you were tied to a private military, there were very few things that made you this vulnerable. Your colonel was one of them.

You took a step back, glossy eyes nervously looking around the room. There was no way out besides the doors he just locked. 

His large figure moved towards your direction. König seemed rabid, but only his voice revealed that fact. Otherwise, he moved steadily, his spine straightened out – the Austrian man was already towering over you, he only did that to scare you further. To make you feel small.

━ I did what I had to to save my college, sir. 

━ But I specifically told you not to. Then why? ━ König finally stopped right in front of you, a little too close perhaps as you had to turn your head away, not to bump into his chest. ━ Do you pity that boy, schatz? Is that the reason?

━ No. Are you jealous, sir?

You scratched his ego, testing the waters – his true intentions. You weren’t blind. You’ve noticed the colonel took a liking to you some time ago and lately his behavior got more… bold.

━ Watch your tone, when speaking to your superior, pretty thing. ━ He carefully squeezed the bone of you jaw with his bare hands and made you look up at him. You looked so cute for him – beautiful eyes staring at him from underneath the eyelashes, somewhere at the edge of crying for him. It went straight to his cock.

━ If that’s everything, I’m going to go, sir. 

Once you tried to walk past him, his grip over your jaw tightened. König hooked two fingers of his other hand over your belt, pulling you closer. He was standing so close, yours and his heat blended together. 

━ Oh, you won’t walk away without punishment for insubordination, soldier. On your knees, maus.

━ W-What? ━ For a second you thought you misheard something he said. But the colonel repeated the order in a more demeaning manner. At that moment, when blood ran cold in your veins, you realized you were in serious trouble.

You didn’t exactly know how you found yourself in this situation – humping your superior boot with a belt looped around your neck. Everything happened so quickly, when he pushed you onto your knees, warm heat pumped within your ears. König said it was your punishment for disobedience, that he was disappointed with his kleine maus.

König forced you to entangle your arms around his massive thigh, one of his hands keeping your head against his crotch. It looked like you were a little child, glued to his leg, begging him not to go.

The man had to put a spell on you, because how on earth would you ever agree to this humiliating thing? Somehow your colonel managed to wrap you around his finger, threatening to abuse his authority.  

━ Come on, you need to work harder, schatz. Apologize. ━ He said, tugging at the “collar” made of his belt. You whined, when he squeezed the loop around your throat again, threatening to cut off your oxygen.

━ I’m sorry. ━ A pathetic sob escaped your lips, when a knot in your lower tummy began to painfully sting. You continuously rolled your hips over the surface of his shoe laces, leaving the sticky arousal on top of it. It was messy and degrading, yet somehow you managed to get yourself riled up.

Obviously König made you lower your pants and underwear, he wanted to feel your bare cunny sliding along his feet, even through the shoes. He could feel precisely how you rubbed yourself to make it pleasurable. 

And he kept staring at you from above, admiring how much the colonel had managed to ruin you. You fell into his nasty, little games he played.

━ Look at you, humping my leg like a bitch in heat ━ colonel laughed, looking down at your pathetic state. By this time your flustered face was stained with tears and it turned him even more. ━ Oh, you wanna cum, pet? Is that what you want? 

But you weren’t very mouthy when overstimulated. You only sobbed and whimpered, when he tilted the tip of his shoe further into your wet folds, causing you to jump forward and arch your ass better. 

━ Be careful, maus ━ the Austrian colonel warned about your noises, gently rubbing your head that rested upon his bulge. You could feel his scent through the material of the pants, his cologne and arousal. ━ They might hear you. 

━ Pl-Please, sir. I-It hurts! 

You pressed your eyes shut, feeling as the tiredness finally got you. All of the struggle against your own release, made you palpable and weak. Suddenly, there was not enough willpower in you to keep talking back to him. You just wanted that sweet release!

━ Will you follow my orders from now on?

━ Yes!

━ Gut, then you can have your little reward, schatzi. Be a good girl and cum over my shoe. 

And you didn’t need much more than this. A few more rolls of your hips and you reached that tingling sensation, warm spreading inside each limb. Your pussy and his shoe was covered in your sticky juices as you shivered, falling deeper into the embrace around his leg. 

━ See? It wasn't that hard to obey orders. ━ König finally said, his big hand still caressing the top of your head. You did so good for him.

[liminalweirdo]

from themme_fatale's piece On Compliance

"In the face of every daily piece of horrifying news coming out of the US (and our own copycat conservative politicians at home), it’s clear that being willing to stand out and stand up for something - to be disobedient in the face of immense pressure - is only going to get more vital. Artists, performers and event producers are uniquely placed to help foster spaces where we can practice this.

Even (and especially) alone though, we need to get comfy with it. Building this confidence is absolutely possible, but it’s a skill that takes practice. Dr Devon Price has written a great piece on practicing disobedience - definitely recommended reading (especially if you’re also neurodivergent). There are so many ways to practice the act of awkwardly, defiantly, not doing what’s expected of you. Chucking on a mask is just a particularly good one as you can do it anywhere, it’s good for you too, and it doesn’t even require you to say anything!

More importantly, you have disabled people literally begging you to wear one to help them stay alive in a world that’s increasingly openly eugenicist; you have shitty politicians and cops trying to restrict your right wear one; there are thousands of people in mask blocs across the globe trying to give you masks for free; quality masks offer near perfect protection at preventing the spread of airborne illness; they offer you a little privacy - a valuable thing in a surveillance state; wearing a mask is class solidarity with workers who are over-exposed and underpaid; and pettily - masks also just really, really annoy a certain type of right winger.

If you’re someone who deeply feels the pressure of social expectations, someone who hates disappointing people, or someone who’s ever described yourself as a “people pleaser”, and you’re also someone who valorises the work of defiant activists past… consider this your challenge for the week: Get comfortable with being uncomfortable. Notice the smoke. Call fire. Chuck a mask in your pocket and then pick some moments throughout your week and put it on."

[rafayel-bby]

Love and Deepspace Yandere! Dialogue HC’s

Prompt: “Why do you have to be so naughty?”

Trigger Warnings- some yandere themes ahead, mentions of punishment, and usage of pet names. Reader discretion is advised.

ZAYNE-

- “Why do you have to be so naughty?”

- The words sent chills down your spine but in a tantalizing way

- His tone was possessive and protective

- “I think punishment is in order. Don’t you agree?”

- Zayne takes you to a secluded place that only he has unlimited access to you and only you

- Making you his precious little plaything

SYLUS-

- “Why do you have to be so naughty, kitten?”

- His punishment for you is psychological

- “I think a punishment is in order for naughty kittens such as yourself.”

- Sylus then proceeds to play mind games on you

- Making you lose all sense of what’s real and what’s not

- Sylus manipulates situations to have you feel dependent on him

- Ensuring that you won’t disappoint him again

RAFAYEL-

- “Why do you have to be so naughty, little one?”

- Rafayel’s punishment is sweet yet sinister

- “I might just have to take away some of your special privileges, little fish.”

- Rafayel isolates you emotionally

- Withholding his affection until you beg for forgiveness

XAVIER-

- “Why do you have to be so naughty, starshine?”

- Xavier is direct and physically motivated when he’s punishing you for disobeying his orders

- Xavier’s words are followed with a firm grip and a flash of darkness behind his eyes

- He then confines you to a room that only he can enter for a few hours to punish you for your disobedience

- Xavier wants to ensure that you know that his freedom is entirely in his hands

CALEB-

- Caleb is gentle but firm when he’s punishing you

- “Why do you have to be so naughty, love?”

- “I hate to have to punish you but you need to learn to respect your master.”

- Caleb uses his charm to lull you into a false sense of security

- All while he subtly controls your environment and the world around you

- Caleb wants you to realize that he’s the only one who truly cares about you

[volatilebrat4103]

2 birds, one stone - NSFW!

Caitlyn Kiramman x Butch f!reader

First time writing smut, hope it meets the standard

Here she is yet again cleaning up one of the numerous messes her daughter has created…again.  “This is becoming ridiculous!  She never listens, it’s as if she is purposefully being a disobedient little deviant” Cassandra Rambles on, her frustration growing with a crease of her brows.  “She will rebel Cassandra, she is at that age, we have all been where she is-“ Tobius is cut off by a fuming Cassandra.  “She is a Kiramman, we do not behave like Vagabonds!”  Her voice raises before quickly regaining her composure with a deep breath.

Cassandra’s eyes narrow as her gaze drifts toward the window as if searching for a glimpse of her wayward daughter.  “I swear, sometimes I think she takes after you more then me.”  The hint of disappointment and irritation in her voice is unmistakable.

Tobius clears his throat, trying not to be offended by his wife’s words, however his expression is sympathetic.  “Perhaps, it’s time to reconsider your approach?  Caitlyn is growing older, and-“  Cassandra’s laughter cuts him off, the sound tinged with a hint of desperation.  “Reconsider my approach?  You think I haven’t tried everything?  I’ve been patient, firm and understanding.  Nothing seems to work with her, she isn’t a child anymore, yet she continues to act like one”

As she speaks, her frustration building, her words tumbling out in a rush.  Tobius listened attentively, his expression a mask of calm concern for both his wife and daughter.  But beneath the surface, a spark of understanding seems to flicker.

After a beat of silence and failing attempts to calm herself down Cassandra huffs in annoyance, rising from her seat drawing Tobius’s attention.  “I am having tea with Y/M/N Y/L/N today, I would hate to be late” she answers his unspoken question making her way out the door.  Tobius can only watch her leave, his expression thoughtful.  He knew the look in her eyes and her tone, she would need something stronger than tea to calm her down.

It doesn’t take long for her to reach the Y/L/N estate where she is warmly invited in by the butler who guides her to the back garden where Y/M/N is patiently waiting for her with a fresh cup of tea.

After some time, their cups are empty, “care for another?” Y/M/N gestures toward the teapot, Cassandra can only nod.  Just as she reaches for the pot she is stopped by an elegantly dressed woman, “Good day Mrs Kiramman” she greets pour the women their tea, Cassandra stares in amazement and curiosity at the familiar woman.  “Mother, I have some business to attend to” she speaks up once she places the teapot down.  “Must you really?  It is supposed to be your day off” Y/M/N says exasperatedly looking up to her towering daughter, “Mother” Y/N warns respectfully. 

“Ensure you are home for dinner for once” she sternly says as her daughter nods in understanding, placing a kiss to her mother’s cheek then turning to Cassandra, “Mrs Kiramman” placing a kiss to her glove covered hand before taking her leave.  Once she is gone Cassandra returns her attention to her friend, “Is that Y/N?” she asks curiously stirring her tea as the latter nods, “quiet the charmer now” she smiles remembering when Y/N was just a small girl.

“How do you do it?”  Cassandra finally asks flabbergasted, “do what?” Y/M/N retorts confused, looking over the brim of her cup.  “Your daughter is so respectful and truly…picture perfect” Cassandra explains.  “Oh, she is far from perfect” Y/M/N shakes her head with a sign causing Cassandra to frown.

“Caitlyn refuses to listen to me, always scheming something”  Cassandra huffs out in annoyance, “at least your daughter has a life” Y/M/N sighs stirring her tea confusing the other woman.  “Y/N works non-stop, her father and I have tried countless times to get her out and enjoy life whilst she is still young” she explains, shaking her head in disappointment.  “Surely her partner is able to pull her away from work” Cassandra asks knowing personally how Tobius has pulled her away for a much-needed break countless times.

“At this point I have very little faith she will even marry” Y/M/N says exasperatedly only confusing Cassandra more.  “You expect me to believe she is single” She huffs out a chuckle.  “She hasn’t brought home a girl since she was 14, she’s too engrossed in her work” Y/M/N squeezes the bridge of her nose, eyes screwed shut, the admission leaves Cassandra speechless.

“If only someone would just bed her perhaps, she will ease up” Y/M/N admits drawing yet another chuckle from Cassandra, “a testament I hold to Caitlyn too” she says over the brim of her cup.  Just then both women’s eyes snap to each other, seemingly having the same thoughts.

“Say, is that daughter of yours seeing anyone?”  Y/M/N curiously asks Cassandra, a sly smile etched on her face.  “As a matter of fact she isn’t” she answers with a matching smile.  “Perhaps they could…alleviate each other’s stress” she adds on innocently stirring her tea.  “How does dinner sound?  I’ll host” Y/M/N suggests with a smirk, “dinner sounds perfect” Cassandra agrees, both women smiling over the brims of their cups.

Once they conclude their tea, they bid farewell and part ways, Cassandra heading back to the Kiramman estate t inform her family of the plans for the evening.

“Hi, my love” Tobius greets taking her coat before leading her to the living room and preparing her some tea, as he finishes pouring them tea Caitlyn strolls in clad in her enforcer uniform taking a seat next to her father where Tobius offers her a cup which she gratefully accepts.

“We are joining the Y/L/N’s for dinner this evening” Cassandra announces, “enjoy your evening out” Caitlyn dismisses turning to speak to her father. “And you will be joining” her word’s leaving little room for argument, Caitlyn is about to protest but the stern look held by her mother told her otherwise.

Later that evening Caitlyn follows behind her parents as the approach the Y/L/N estate where Tobius knocks on the door only to have Y/D/N answer the door with a warm smile, greeting the family whilst ushering them inside. “It is lovely to see you again” he greets the couple who return the pleasantries, “and there she is” he turns to Caitlyn, “you have certainly grown since I last saw you” he jokes as she smiles politely.

“Come on, follow me, Y/M/N has been eagerly awaiting your arrival” he leads the family to the dining room where a large spread is being set on the table.  “I’m so glad you guys could make it” she quickly greets the couple before looking Caitlyn up and down nodding her head in approval to Cassandra, confusing the bluenette.

“Do take a seat, my apologies my daughter is running late” she says as they all take place at the table, “is she still working?”  Cassandra asks remembering their conversation earlier gaining Caitlyn’s attention having remembered the Y/L/N girl when they were younger.  “Unfortunately, she’s always working too much, I cannot begin to count the number of dinners she has missed” Y/D/N sighs, placing a comforting hand on his wife’s shoulder.

As dinner continues the two couples fall into easy conversations leaving Caitlyn pushing her food around her plate in boredom.  Just then the front door is hear followed by a husky voice, “sorry I’m late, I was caught up wit-“ her worsa fall short as she walks into the room only expecting to find her parents.

“My apologies, I didn’t realise we had guests” Y/N says nervously adjusting her dishevelled outfit, some grease smudged on her face and her short hair no longer neatly slicked back.  Caitlyn’s jaw drops as she eyes Y/N, oh how she had aged like fine wine.  “It’s alright sweetheart, come join us” Y/D/N gestures to the seat across from Caitlyn, however she walks past the seat greeting Tobius with a firm handshake, moving on to Cassandra where she places a kiss to her hand.

Finally, she walks over to Caitlyn whose eyes have yet to stray form her, “lovely to see you again Caitlyn” Y/N bows slightly placing a warm kiss to her hand, the action flustering the young Kiramman as a light pink dusts her cheeks.  Y/N takes her seat opposite the flustered woman.

“Again, I apologise for my lateness and dishevelled attire, I tend to get aught up in my work” Y/N directs at her guests who nod in acceptance before continuing their previous conversations.  Y/N turns her attention to Caitlyn who still has not stopped staring, “you’ve changed a lot” Caitlyn mutters out, “as have you, you’re looking even more beautiful then I remember” Y/N’s charming smile has her heart fluttering as they fall into easy conversation.

Once dinner is finished the families make their way to the living room where they all enjoy a drink in front of the fireplace.  I do be your pardon, but I must get back to my work” Y/N stands from her seat earning everyone’s attention.  “Must you really, we have guests” Y/D/N speaks up, his tone holding slight disappointment.  “I do apologize for my tardiness, but I hope you understand that I unfortunately have to finish up my work” Y/N bows her head as an apology, the admission leaving Cassandra and Y/M/N disappointed for their plan.

Just as she is about to walk away she makes eye contact with Caitlyn before turning to her, “You are more than welcome to join me, I would hate for you to sit unentertained” she offers her hand, this catches the mothers ears as they perk up.  Caitlyn takes her hand eagerly allowing the taller woman to guide her through the house to her bedroom.

“Sorry about the mess” Y/n says as they venture further into the room, walls covered in books and gadgets, one side of the room a large work space resembling that of a lab where half built inventions sit, a desk covered in equations and blue prints, then finally a bed adoring the furthest side of the room, black silk sheets decorating the space that seems untouched.

Caitlyn takes her time to explore the room curiously running her hands along the shelves and gadgets before stopping at the bed where she takes a seat, crossing her legs elegantly.  “Is this the work that has you so occupied?” she asks watching as the taller woman runs a hand through her greasy hair, the action alone causing her to salivate. “Partially, yes.  Most of these are experimental miniature models for my actual work” Y/N explains shedding her jacket and button up leaving her in a skin-tight vest that leaves little to the imagination and has Caitlyn rubbing her thighs together.

“Do you always work so much, or do you actually have a life?” she asks as Y/N begins fiddling with a gadget, swapping between it and the pages surrounding it.  “Work is my life” Y/N shrugs her shoulders continuing her ministrations.  Caitlyn takes a minute to rake her eyes over the woman, her muscles flexing with every movement, how her abs are clearly visible through the tight shirt, her wide shoulders moving with every breath she takes and how her full breasts complement her toned chest.  Caitlyn is growing hungry and oh how she is determined to get what she wants.

“What no time for your girlfriend?” she asks desperately hoping she was single, “no girlfriend unless you consider my work that, then no” Y/N answers with a chuckle.  “I find that hard to believe” Caitlyn mocks causing Y/N to look at her confused.  “I’m sure you have woman falling at your feet, you’ve always been a charmer” she says leaning back on her hands.  “I’m sorry?” Y/N asks cluelessly, turning to Caitlyn, sweat decorating her skin in all the right ways making Caitlyn’s mouth water.

“You can’t be the oblivious” Caitlyn scoffs as she stands up with her arms crossed raising a brow causing Y/N to tilt her head and furrow her brows.  “Come on just look at you” Caitlyn gestures to Y/N who looks down at herself then back at Caitlyn with a shrug of her shoulders, Caitlyn’s annoyance only growing as she just turns on her heel with shake of her head.

Y/N shakes her head and continues her previous task annoying the Kiramman further.  “You are something else” she comments to the muscular woman who continues working, “and why is that?” Y/N asks the frustrated woman however Caitlyn says nothing in response simply watching the Y/L/N woman.

After half an hour or boredom and yearning Caitlyn finally speaks up, “You work too much” she says into the silent room, “I beg to differ” Y/N answers still fixing the gadget, somehow another smudge of grease wound up on her face.  Caitlyn gets up making her way to the woman from behind, “I know something else you could work on” her voice sultry as she runs her hands up Y/N’s arms causing the woman to freeze, her pulse quickening.

Caitlyn slowly leaves open mouth kisses against the exposed skin of Y/N’s shoulder, her hands trailing down to the hem of her pants causing Y/N’s breath to hitch. “I think you need a little break from all this work let me show you how to have a good time” Caitlyn slurs against her skin, taking control of the situation, using her experience to seduce and dominate the taller woman.  Y/N’s breathing speeds up at the implications of her words and the light touches against her skin.

Without warning Y/N turns around slamming her lips against Caitlyn’s shocking her as she responds with an unexpected moan.  Y/N is quick to take control of their endeavours shocking the Kiramman further, her being used to having her way having all the victims of seduction whimpering messes beneath her, she finds it strange but can’t help but submit to her. Their hands roam each other’s bodies, studying every curve and crevice leaving behind burning desire as they stumble to  the bed.

“Mmm looks like someone’s eager” Caitlyn teases pulling away from the kiss, her hands reaching for Y/N’s top where it’s quickly discarded on the floor.  “And I think you’d sound better screaming my name” Y/N makes quick work of tearing Caitlyn’s shirt in half, peeling the torn fabric from her exposing her voluptuous breasts making Y/N growl.

Y/N attaches her lips to Caitlyn’s neck, ensuring to mark the woman, claiming her like a prize, her mouth venturing further down her chest leaving a trail of bites and marks in her wake leaving the Kiramman a moaning and squirming mess.  Eventually she reaches the soft flesh of her breasts dragging her teeth against the sensitive skin before taking her nipple in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the bud before sucking harshly causing her to throw her head back with deep moan. 

Y/N keeps at it for a few minutes, occasionally switching between the mounds making sure to mark them up.  “P-please” the words escape Caitlyn’s mouth shocking her, never in her life had she found herself in this position, never mind begging.  Nevertheless Y/N listens, harshly throwing Caitlyn on her bed before climbing on top of her, claiming her lips with her own once more, her hands groping at Caitlyn’s breasts earning delicious sounds from the woman below her who can’t help but arch her back into her, wrapping her legs around her waist.

“P-please” Caitlyn stutters out again as Y/N once again moves down to her neck, “what is it princess?” Y/N teases against Caitlyn’s skin.  “P-pl-please t-touch me” Caitlyn is falling apart so easily under her touch, something she has never experienced before, “I am touching you kitten” the nickname has Caitlyn moaning, bucking her hips for any sort of friction leaving Y/N to chuckle at her eagerness.  She moves back up to Caitlyn’s ear, her voice low and husky, “tell me what you want me to do…kitten” she punctuates her sentence with a nip at her earlobe leaving Caitlyn shuddering.

“Please...a-anything just touch me” Caitlyn is a squabbling mess beneath her, her body shaking with desperation boosting Y/N’s ego.  “Anything? Don’t say I didn’t warn you kitten” she whispers in her ear before making her way back down the bluenette’s body, traveling further to subtly toned stomach reaching closer to where she desperately needed her.  Y/N moves her waistband down slightly placing wet, open mouth kisses to the spot before looking up to catch Caitlyn’s eyes.

“Can I?” Y/N asks with her hands patiently waiting on the waistband, Caitlyn desperately nods, “use your words kitten” Y/N demands, her nails scratching down the sides of Caitlyn’s waist. “Yes, yes please” with her word’s Y/N is quick to pull down both her pants and panties discarding them somewhere on the floor.  “Fuck kitten look at this pretty little pussy” Y/N pulls back to admire the woman before her, bare and exposed all for her to use and devour.

She runs her hand over the porcelain skin of Caitlyn’s thighs, enjoying the reactions she is getting from her, “who’s eager now kitten?” she teases the whimpering woman beneath her.  “Shut up” Caitlyn bites back embarrassed however she instantly regrets it when she sees Y/N’s reaction.  “Oh, is that so?” the evil smirk on her face makes Caitlyn shudder whether in fear or excitement she doesn’t know.

“I think you need to be taught a lesson”  Y/N grabs Caitlyn’s jaw forcing her to look into her eyes, “bad girls get punished” she teases turning Caitlyn over on her stomach before pulling her hips up leaving her ass on full display for her.  “Be a good girl and stay still, don’t move a muscle” Y/N demands before getting off the bed and rummage in a cupboard, however Caitlyn doesn’t dare move a muscle battling her thoughts when she hears a belt followed by a zipper, oh she is desperate.

Y/N climbs back on the bed leaning over Caitlyn to cuff her hands to the bedframe causing her gasp at not only the restraints but the feeling of a slick hard member glide against her dripping folds, the leather strap cold against the bare skin of her ass.  “Be a good girl and I just might let you cum” Y/N comments rutting her hips forward teasingly as Caitlyn moans at the friction against her aching core. 

With that Y/N removes herself from Caitlyn’s body, settling behind her where without warning she brings her hand down harshly against her backside causing Caitlyn to jolt forward with a guttling moan, she can’t help but clench her thighs in a desperate attempt to get some relief. Then comes another followed by several more leaving Caitlyn a whimpering mess, her thighs coated in her own slick, the ache between her legs becoming painful.

“Such a good little slut, look how wet you are” Y/N teases, dragging her long digits along Caitlyn’s dripping folds.  “You’re being such a good girl, maybe you deserve a reward, what do you say kitten?”  Y/N’s hands scratch down her back.  “Yes, please please please” Caitlyn is almost in tears with desperation, never in her life has she ever been put in this position in her life and goddammit she is loving every second of it.

“Good little kitten” Y/N husks aligning her faux cock with Caitlyn’s dripping cunt, “You ready princess?” she husks again, the tip teasing her entrance.  “Y-yes” Caitlyn gasps out followed by a pornographic moan she was sure everyone downstair heard as Y/N plunged all nine inches deep inside her, not giving her a chance to adjust before setting a brutal pace. 

Y/N can’t help but admire the way Caitlyn’s pretty pussy swallows her cock so perfectly, watching the toy disappear and reappear covered in her slick, the squelching noises almost enough to get her off alone.  She feels Caitlyn’s walls clenching around the toy, her moans becoming incoherent and louder, “You better not cum kitten or there will be consequences” Y/N warns with a hard thrust sending Caitlyn jolting forward.

Caitlyn however doesn’t listen, letting herself fall over the edge with moan, Y/N lets her ride out her high before whispering in her ear with a sadistic smirk, “oh kitten you just fucked up,” at her words Caitlyn gulps as she is turned onto her back, hands still cuffed to the bed, “you’ll be begging me to stop” the look in her eyes sends shivers down Caitlyn’s spine as she waits in anticipation…

Oh, how she regrets not listening to her, only 8 orgasms in she is a shaking mess whilst Y/N devours her red swollen pussy, her face slick with her juices as she eats her like Caitlyn’s her last meal.  Y/N dips her tongue in her entrance, Caitlyn’s walls deliciously squeezing her in all the right ways, before she pulls out leaving Caitlyn whining at the loss only to be cut off with a loud moan as Y/N replaces her tongue with 3 of her digits.  “That’s it kitten, you’re taking me so well, such a good girl” with that Y/N reattaches her mouth to her bundle of nerves, her teeth pulling at the sensitive skin.

She is quick to suck the bundle of nerves into her mouth harshly before laying quick, long licks, “come on kitten, you wanted this, cum for me” with her words and the fingers pumping harshly in and out of her overstimulated pussy sends her hurtling over the edge into her 9th orgasm.  “That’s it princess, such a good girl” Y/N coos helping her ride out her high.  Once Caitlyn comes back down from her high Y/N aligns her strap once more with her entrance, “I can’t” Caitlyn cries out, fucked out and overstimulated.  “yes, you can, give me one more babygirl” Y/N says as she uncuffs Caitlyn’s hands which automatically attach themselves to her back, dragging them down at Y/N slowly inserts her strap.

“One more for me kitten, can you do that?” she asks, the pace slow and sensual as Caitlyn nods eagerly, her legs wrapping tightly around her waist, nails continuously dragging down Y/N’s back leaving welts and blood in their wake.  “I want you to come with me kitten” Y/N husks against her lips before connecting them in a searing kiss. 

Her pace is slower, strokes more sensual pouring emotion into every long thrust, this is something neither of them is used to.  The pair are so lost in each other’s body, slowly drawing out their orgasm, none of them rushing or chasing it rather slowly building up to it.  It doesn’t take long before Y/N can feel how close Caitlyn is, her walls clamping so hard on the toy she almost can’t move.  “Hold it” its not rough and demanding, rather a whispered plea from Y/N as she feels her own high approaching.

With a final thrust and roll of her hips both of them are falling apart with loud moans of each other’s name.  Feeling a gush of wetness coat their thighs it doesn’t take long for them to realise what happened as Caitlyn hides her face in Y/N’s neck, “don’t hide away now princess, that was hot” she comments lovingly caressing Caitlyn’s shaking thighs.  “t-that’s never ha-appened before” she manages through ragged breaths boosting Y/N’s ego.

After a moment letting them both calm down, Caitlyn is ready to pass out as Y/N pulls out of her, gently caressing her cheek.  “Let’s get you cleaned up”  Y/N carries an exhausted Caitlyn to her attached bathroom placing her on the counter as she fills the tub with warm water and bubble bath before carefully lowering Caitlyn in, letting the woman relax in the water.  As she gets up to leave Cait catches her wrist, “Join me” she mumbles out bringing a smile to Y/N’s lips.  She simply places a kiss to her forehead, her lips lingering, “I’ll join you in a minute” with that she leave the bathroom to the bedroom where she makes quick work of changing the bedding before returning to a blissful Caitlyn almost asleep in the tub.

Carefully Y/N slips in behind Caitlyn pulling her flush to her chest before she gets to work washing the bluenette’s hair and body.  By the time they finish Caitlyn is lights out, exhausted from their extravaganza. Not wanting to disturb her Y/N dries the both of them before heading back to the bed where she slips into bed with the woman, Caitlyn quick to snuggle into her warmth.  With a smile both women let sleep overcome them knowing that this would lead to something special.

Bonus:

After some time once everything quietened down Cassandra and Y/M/N  look at each other with curiosity, no longer hearing Caitlyn’s pornographic moans.  “Should we go check on them?” Cassandra asks with a smile, nodding they make their way up to Y/N’s room stopping at the door, listening for any sound or movement.  Hearing none they peek their heads into the room and the sight makes them smile, their daughters blissfully curled up together with a soft smiles adorning their faces.  “Hopefully this fixes our situation” Cassandra comments with a smile, “Hopefully” Y/M/N agrees before the exit leaving the women be.