#I was looking for a new choker like collar

[tarn-ati0n]

Ok fine I'm not gonna buy a new collar

[olberic]

literally paused my episode of beast wars bc the idea of drawing blackarachnia possessed me. she deserves sooo much more than what the show gives her. shes an unwilling convert to the predacon side but clings to her predacon identity with everything she has. shes a femme fatale. shes a scientist. shes willing to kill herself and everything around her for her freedom. she falls for the goody-two-shoes. shes the goth juliet to the maximals' romeo. shes never allowed to grow as a character outside of the men in the show. she wants control. she clings to it with everything shes got when she gets it. she doesnt want to be "good" she wants to be herself and only what she chooses for herself.

[fumifooms]

No need to reply to this one. Just wanted to let you know that you can take all the time you need to answer and thanks so much for answering my asks. I love your posts! And I've read what I could of them without spoiling myself too much (so I might have missed some things). You're awesome!♡

Thank youuu that’s so sweet 😭<3 I do need to get better at getting back to asks in a timely manner so don’t worry my want to be speedy is self-inflicted haha~ Looking forward to hearing about your thoughts once you finish your read! :]

I know that sometimes I get reblog tags that are like ‘what introduced me to dungeon meshi’ and I’m both flattered and panicked because no omg what were you doing here- ALL THOSE SPOILERS…!!! 😱 But also I get it I willingly spoil myself pretty often so I can’t judge haha, anytime I can drag anyone into Dungeon Meshi and appreciating my faves and my ships is a success 💥 Speaking of, in the new Daydream Hour artbook that dropped today we got more of both Izutsumi & Chilchuck and Izutsumi & Marcille having cute interactions!! Very happy about that ☺️

[webism]

KINKTOBER DAY FOUR: collaring with suguru geto.

kinktober masterlist

im ngl the demons kind of just turned this into a possession kink fic sorry. also a quick cw beause i use some fantasy imagery of being branded though its just a passing thought :)

it's a pretty thing, the collar that suguru gifts you one evening after a few glasses of his favourite red wine. says he had kept it aside for a while now, that he was contemplating the right time to offer you the chance at something new.

its a simple looking thing, almost enough to look like a bold choker—almost. if not for the hoop around the front to latch a leash onto, or the pretty 'suguru' branded onto the backside of it in cursive.

a step towards being wholly owned by him, he calls it. says it's a lovely notion, something pretty around your neck to let the world know you're his—though not as permanent as a tattoo, which he isn't cruel enough to suggest... just yet.

but suguru quickly comes to realise that this whole possession thing, a streak inside of him he hid away from you in fear of putting you off, comes out in full force when you're literally wearing a reminder of his ownership.

it doesn't matter how, or when, or why, but every time he sees you with that pretty little collar strapped around your neck, he's rock hard and animalistic in the ways that he wants to further stake his claim on you. 'mine' seems to become his new favourite word.

he could be introducing you to someone new; smiling as you hang off his arm as he makes introductions. a man, though not half the man suguru is, would rove his eyes over you like he's hungry and your sweet lover would have to snake his hand up to the back of your neck and hook a finger under that out-there necklace everyone compliments. he'd pull it tight, make you gasp as his face remains passive and he, again, introduces you as his.

he could be giving you an innocent kiss, a domestic display of his affections with no sexual undertone at all. one hand that cups your face, fingers digging into your cheek as he swipes over your tongue with his own. the other hand tugging at the hoop that he's really got to buy a leash for. he'd pull you closer, deeper into the kiss, just to claim you with his lips, leave yours kiss-swollen and reddened with need.

he could have you on your knees between his spread legs, head resting against the fat of his thighs as suguru tugs at the leash he got to match the material of your collar. pull your lips closer to his hardened cock that you're not allowed to touch without permission. he could keep you at whatever distance he dictates; what he says goes, and what he owns listens.

or, when he finally lets you wrap those pretty lips around his dick and show him just how much you love the hand that feeds you, he can use that pretty collar of yours to keep your head down and diligent in its worship. you want a chance to breathe? better hope your lover's feeling lenient.

his favourite way to put such a pretty piece of neckwear to good use, though, is when he's got you on all fours. your skin sweaty and stuck to his because he's using that goddamn collar to force your arched back against his front—arms flailing for purchase as he bullies his cock into you like he doesn't own you. like you're to be used and discarded like a toy.

oh and with his face to close to the back of your neck, he's got a perfect view of his name branded into the back of your collar. suguru. you're his, bound to him not only by the collar but by he way you clench impossibly harder around him each time he tugs it back and you're forced to take his cock even deeper, even faster. you're bound to him by the pace he sets, unrelenting and dizzying such as a life with him would be—though narcotic and completely filling in the same breath.

you don't need a collar to be claimed by him. not with how he fucks you, ruts his hips into you like he could never find pleasure elsewhere—he couldn't, not after a taste of you. you don't need a collar to be claimed by his cum, that paints your walls like he's in a sense embedding his essence within you, if one could ever make that poetic. you don't need a collar to be claimed by his kisses, that linger on your shoulders and back as he whispers notes of love over and over in his climax.

you don't need a collar.

but you have one anyway, so suguru might as well use it to force you back onto your knees so you can lick yourself clean from his cock.

[unetherian]

List of gear ideas because masks and tails are not the only ones that exist

[ PT : List of gear ideas because masks and tails aren't the only ones that exist]

Hi ! Here is a list of all the gears I know and can imagine, I will extend the list as my ideas come!

I mostly know gears for therians, so I apologize to those who don't recognize themselves in the list.

If you are looking for gift ideas for a therian friend, if you want to make yourself a new discreet gear to not attract attention, or on the contrary you are trying to find an original gear to express yourself freely in public, I recommend this list!

Happy reading!

Gears that can be worn :

⚝Mask

A classic: I'm talking about the masks that we see everywhere on YouTube shorts and TikTok. Simple and effective. Plus it's a beautiful art, it doesn't surprise me that many are fans of creating it!

⚝Muzzle-mask, beak-mask

These masks are much less known, but I dream of having one one day! It is a mask that covers the lower part of the face, to make it look like a snout or a beack. Unfortunately there aren't many tutorials (on YouTube anyway)

⚝Fur tails

Another great classic, I would pay good money to have one! It's so... perfect. But be careful! Don't buy tails anywhere! Most of the time they come from very cruel fur farms, so I advise you to watch the videos of Torn (therian territory) or PD on the subject to recognize an ethical or cruel tail.(These channels are on youtube) I swear to you that even dyed or so-called "fake" tails can be real and cruel... Be careful!

You can also make tails out of yarn, there are many tutorials and while it does take a lot of time its so worth it!! The result is often so fluffy! (thanks a lot to @newbornlight who suggested I add these tails to my list!)

⚝Collar

Very effective if you are an alter/nonhuman whose type is domesticated ! And even if you are not, it can symbolize your nonhuman identity stuck/domesticated in a human world. There is a more discreet alternative, if you prefer: chokers! I have one that I made myself with black ribbon and a bracelet clasp. I sometimes add a pendant that looks like a small collar tag !

⚝muzzle

May have the same meaning as collar. It can be a good alternative to muzzle-masks which are quite rare.

⚝Fake ears

So cool and often so realistic...

⚝Gloves/mittens

This can make your human paw look like your type's paw! But be careful when you want to buy some, some are not of such good quality so the glue can come off with use (thanks again to @newbornlight who warned me that this could be the case!)

⚝Paw socks

Very comfortable and very euphoric. I like it. (same warning for glue that can coming off)

⚝Shoes

I've seen some amazing digigrade shoes before (to give you an idea of what it looks like, it's a heeled shoe without a heel) including shoes that look like clogs, but there are some for many different species !

I've also seen beings make lines on the white part of their converse to make it look like paws !!!

Some people buy or make shoes with a certain relief on the bottom so that they make tracks resembling the footprints of their type! (thanks to @sillysatyr for adding it to the list :3)

⚝Different shapes of pants

If your type is imposing, you can opt for cargo pants! For theriotypes with long and thin legs, but big hooves/paws, I recommend flared pants! (I think that's what it's called in English)

I have species dysphoria about not being as big and impressive as my theriotype, but since I started wearing cargo pants and other baggy pants, I feel more confident.

⚝Fake horns, fake antlers

Awwww those are so cute

⚝Wings

Attached to the arms for birds, on the back for dragons/insects!

It's one of the most gorgeous types of gears, and I imagine it's very effective.

⚝Contact lenses

To change the color of your eye, the shape of your pupil, etc.

⚝Makeup

I don't know if you can really consider this a gear but put a little eye shadow under the nose, a line in the little hollow that connects the nose to the mouth, and black lipstick on the upper lip can be very euphoric for some! Of course there are many other different makeup looks for all types... And don't forget, makeup is not for girls, it's for the skin✨

⚝Nails (claws)

I really like growing my nails out, cutting them into almond shapes so they look like claws. No need to grow them out a lot, or make them very prickly, do as you like!

You can also use fake nails!

⚝Paper claws

There are a lot of different tutorials on youtube, usually they are in origami, so I hope you like folding paper ^^'

⚝Legs/arms warmers

To feel like you have fur on your arms/legs, to protect myself from the cold. I made some out of wool, crocheted.

⚝Kigurumi !

A very comfortable and cute little costume, I would really like to have one! For those who don't know, it's a kind of very soft one-piece pajamas with a hood. On this hood there are sometimes animal ears, sometimes horns, at the back there is sometimes a tail, etc. there are some for many different species!

⚝Claw ring

Rings that look like claws. This is so cool! I'm going to buy some soon!

⚝Any accessory with a theta delta on it

Of course !

⚝Any accessory that represents your type

Of course too

⚝Pin's

There are some really cool pins on theriantropy, I recommend it.

⚝Mermaid tail

I've seen costumes like this before, I think the cetacean therians and mermaidkin might like it.

⚝Tattoo

Whether it's a temporary or permanent tattoo, it can be a great way to get closer to your type. Having your identity or the symbol of it on your body can be very pleasant! I even saw someone with his type's fur pattern tattooed on his shoulder.

I just want to clarify that if you want to get a permanent tattoo, I advise you to think carefully about the location, the shape, etc. to be sure.

⚝Sweatshirts/hats with animal ears/horns/antlers on them!

It's very "normal-like", and it can be very reassuring to feel it on your head.

⚝Deer antlers (in the form of a headband)

Very cute! (credits to @zombi-teeth who suggested it to me in the comments ;3)

Other gears:

⚝Objects that remind you of your habitat as your type

To recreate the atmosphere of your habitat in your house/room!

⚝Figurine of your type

It's funny to have a minature yourself

⚝Blanket whose texture reminds you of your type's fur

Very comforting

⚝Feathers!

I have a collection of feathers at home, I'm not a bird therian but it gives me a "predatory pleasure" to have a piece of prey as a trophy at home! (Without harming an animal, of course! I pick up these feathers from the ground)

⚝Stickers

I will probably give a tutorial later on how to create your own stickers, I will also make drawings to cut out to transform into stickers.

⚝Drawings, paintings, etc. of your type

Art is a great way to express yourself!

⚝A mineral/crystal that is associated with your type

In many cultures, stones are associated with animals. Some even use them for meditation.

Did you know that amber is prehistoric tree resin that has hardened over time? I think this fun fact will please paleotherians ;3

⚝A book about your type or its habitat

Read up on your own species to learn more about yourself.

⚝A prey of your type in plush form!

To hunt or nibble in we get bored.

⚝An object that diffuses the scent of your type's habitat

It could be an essential oil diffuser, a potpourri, or just anything that smells like the forest, for example.

⚝ A Tamagotchi

It's a small virtual animal/creature that you have to take care of. There are many different characters, you will surely find one of the species of your type ! This little retro item can really please anyone who feels lonely as an animal in human society.

⚝A chewable stim toy

For those who have shifts/instincts about chewing/biting things!

⚝A whistle that reproduces the sounds of your type!

I have already seen some very pretty ones in wood for example, they can also be suitable as decorative objects! (credits again to @zombi-teeth who gave me the idea)

Here are all the ideas I have right now, don't forget I'll add more later, there are sooo many different types of gears!

Have a nice day!

[kaivenom]

I just want you to know you done yandere pretty smooth and now I need yandere one piece dilfs, totally your fault for writing good

Yandere!OP DILFs x reader HCS

Characters: Mihawk, Doflamingo, Crocodile, Smoker,Shanks.

A/N: many people asked for this, so here it is, FINALLY

Masterlist

Dracule Mihawk

Once you put a foot on his castle, expect no return.

He is silent to the point of being scary, his castle is tricky and inmense, the only way of getting out is his boat, which is imposible for you to reach.

Once you accepted your new situation, you started to feel alone, that's when he noticed that not only he had to isolate you from the world but also make himself your world.

Expect attention, gifts, souvenirs and all kind of love and affections.

But once he is gone on missions for weeks or even months, you would get really sad and lonely.

On the time that Perona is there, at least she makes you company (Dracule made sure that you thought that this was also a gift), and when he is back, he abducts your attention again.

Sometimes you are scared of how serious he is, like he was about to explode on some point and that is the point of him, make you stay on the edge.

Later on the relationship (mostly due to Perona's going) he lets you go to other islands but only accompanied by him and for an afternoon.

You are to precious for the world to see you and you are only his.

Donquixote Doflamingo

We know this man is already a yandere himself.

Possesiveness, anger issues, attacks of crazyness, killing and torturing, etc.

You are his darling and precious pet, always following him and wearing the collar he gave you... or any other gift he puts on you.

You sometimes are lucky that you are wearing clothes cause surely he would be the kind to view you as his personal pet/hoe and would make you dress with lingerie in public, chokers, etc.

Sit on his lap is a most, there is no sit for you other than this, and he would grope you ass and touch all over your body, not caring about who is looking.

Definetly the worst part would be when he becomes jelaous cause he is a little too much of a paranoid.

The person he was jelaous off would be out of map, tortured and killed on a blink, and you would have to make it up for him.

Cause you are the best muse and little pet that anyone can have, so it's a little your fault that everyone looks and desires you, so you would have to compensate him.

Lullabies, dances, kisses, sex, cuddles, worship, licking his boots... anything that goes thru his mind at the moment, and you know that you aren't strong enough to resist, nor physically nor mentally.

Sr. Crocodile

Picture the typical relationship mafia boss and wifey, but now ad that you can't escape.

Gifts are his love language and the proof that you are his, everything is personalized to confirm that you belong to him and that you are untouchable.

He expects you to be his biggest support, even if you have a horrible day, you must comfort him first.

Expect to be isolated from the world and work from home or don't work either, typical homwife of the 50s.

You can only go out with female friends, if he catches another man near you, he would hire a detective to investigate them.

He would in fact make the detective investigate everyone in your life and if someone isn't of his like them he would slowly remove them from your life.

Expose hidden secrets from them, make up rumours, put you against them, etc.

Everything to make them expensable and him your only support.

He already is your financial support, add to this the emotional part and he would be the pillar of your life, nothing more.

He makes sure of that.

Smoker

Uses his position of marine to keep you from leaving.

If you are also a marine then he would do anything on his power to be your superior.

To control and keep an eye on you, if someone it's to close, then a file is open and maybe that person would be fired.

He would dissmiss your authority if you are his superior.

The point it's that he always has to be with you, control you and have more power than you.

He decides what you wear, where you work, how you spent the times together, and everything he can.

And somehow, you didn't care, he made it look so easy and so comfortable that you don't make the effort to choose anything, you've gotten too used to him doing it.

To the rest of the world, especially his male coworkers, you both are the perfect couple cause you do everything he says.

Akagami Shanks

He is so fun and so nice that you wouldn't notice at first.

He is really possesive and at first you saw it like a cute thing, then it became something a little more twisted.

He justifies himself by saying that since he is a yonkou, he doesn't want to risk you.

But then you started to not have one minute alone, always with him near or with some of his guards, but mostly him, he doesn't trust anyone with you.

He follows the same strategy that Luffy does (in another hcs i have), he goes for emotional blackmail.

If you leave him he would be sad, if you don't give him a kiss or sex before a battle then he will die, etc, small rituals of affection that if you don't follow, then something bad would happen.

You are man handled by him, no matter what, you are always on his lap or next to him with your legs on his.

You can't escape his touches or affection, he always catches you and makes you feel loved, that compensates with the fact that he goes drinking and flirting with people (not doing anything, he is really loyal in that part).

He makes you feel the most loved ever but the shadow of something happening if you dont is always present.

[kykyonthemoon]

Strayed

They told you he was dead.

Yet far away from home, you find him again.

Or is it just a ghost of him?

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Kept in Skyhaven like a stray cat and under Caleb's control, you realize he is no longer the kind-hearted boy you grew up with.

You might love him, you might despise him, yet you could never leave him.

ಇ. Caleb x Reader (MC)

ಇ. Tags: R16, suggestive themes, possessive behavior, hurt/comfort, angst with healing ending

ಇ.Word count: 2031w

ಇ. This story is submitted to the Love and Deepspace Version 3.0 Cosmic Encounter Pt. 2 Fan Art Contest under [Homecoming Wings] category.

Your support on my X is always appreciated <3

ಇ. Artwork by Jessie Mai (as requested by me).

ಇ.Masterlist ♡ Request a fic (closed for the time being)

Your eyelids fluttered awake in the dimly lit room, each breath harsh and frail as it left your body. A cold, metal hand tightened around your neck, pressing you against the wall and lifting your feet off the ground.

“Please…”

You struggled. You screamed. But the person standing in front of you only tightened his grip. On that familiar face was an expression completely foreign to you.

“Caleb?… Please… let me go…”

Yet, this was no longer the Caleb you had grown up with.

You awoke in a darkened room. Cold sweat poured down your back and soaked your shirt. Sitting up, your hand instinctively moved to your neck, where a leather chain hung. It was thin, as a typical choker, and didn't bother you much except that you could not remove it. It had been around your neck since a few days earlier, when you snuck into the Farspace Fleet's secret base. Now you ended up here with a familiar stranger.

You stepped out of bed and strolled barefoot out of the room. You could smell the delightful scent of food, and it almost fooled you into thinking you were back in your old house in Bloomshore on a sunny morning, and that nothing had ever changed. Yet, you were a little too far from home.

The mission led you to Skyhaven, where you found the person you believed you had lost. He was standing in the kitchen, a table full of exquisite delicacies all set up. He offered you a chair and said:

“Good morning, pipsqueak. Come have your breakfast.”

You gazed at him. Was he your brother, your childhood friend, or was he someone else today?

With each heavy step, the collar's bell rang quietly. You settled into the chair that had been pulled out for you and said:

“Hello, Caleb.”

Are you still Caleb today?

He smiled at you and began to eat. Noticing that you hadn’t touched any of the food on the table, he asked:

“What’s wrong? Don’t you like these dishes?”

"When can I leave?"

Caleb's smile faded instantly. He didn't look at you as he neatly sliced the bacon. The sound of the knife hitting the plate made you feel uneasy. 

"What did I say about being obedient, pip-squeak?"

Your hands tightened into fists as you stood up abruptly. 

"I don't want breakfast today," you said, pouring all your anger into your words. You turned away, and the bell on your choker rang louder with each step you took. However, just before you reached the kitchen door, your feet felt numb and stuck to the floor, as if they had turned to stone. 

You turned around. Caleb was standing, and with a flick of his finger, your entire body was pulled towards him. 

“You’re not allowed to skip breakfast.”

Caleb seized you from behind without hurting you. His muscular body caught your back. His breath brushed your hair. His fingers gently stroked the leather chain around your neck before dancing all over your skin. Caleb delicately stroked your neck as if you were a little animal, completely harmless in his captivity. It soon came back to you the nightmare from the night before, when his mechanical arm took away your precious life. Of course, during the mission, you had picked up a few things about the new Colonel of the Farspace Fleet and their secret experiments. However, Caleb did not reveal a word, only leaving you in a mist. You did not like that at all. So you quickly pushed him away. 

“Stop it, Caleb! What are you plotting? Why do you keep me here? Didn’t you say I would be safe and we would be together? Why… Why do you keep me here, with this?” You turned to face Caleb, pointing at the collar around your neck. You looked precisely like the cat you had brought home years ago. Caleb had also put a bell around its neck to ensure he could find it no matter where it ran off to.

"It’s for your own safety, pip-squeak," Caleb explained gently. One hand moved up to caress your face, but you backed away as soon as his Evol stopped affecting your legs.

He assumed the collar was to protect the cat, but you regarded it as a shackle, preventing it from experiencing genuine freedom.

Your reaction left an evident pain in his countenance. Caleb bowed his head and smiled slightly. Then he took a step toward you. With each stride he made, you moved further away from him. The ringing stopped as you reached the edge of the table, and there was no way to retreat.

“We will always be together. Just as we promised."

Caleb's cool fingers brushed your face. You used to appreciate the warmth that emanated from his touch. What about now? You were not sure. Was the person standing in front of you an illusion, a ghost? Or had you never known the real Caleb before?

He leaned down.

“You don't trust me anymore, pip-squeak?”

“Don’t call me like that…” You felt as though there was no air left anymore. “They told me you were dead… Then you appeared before me again… You said you weren’t the boy I’d known since childhood… Then you told me that I could trust you still…”

You hesitated for a time. Trembling, your hand reached out and softly stroked his face. The sparkle in his eyes had dimmed, and his grin had grown much sadder. You said:

“I don’t know where to put my trust anymore… What’s happening to you, Caleb? Tell me…”

His eyes fluttered as his face leaned into the warmth of your palm. He rubbed it, a little too greedily, and placed a kiss there. At that very moment, he wanted to confess to her all the sins he had committed.

Would you forgive him if he told you he wasn't the kind-hearted boy you once knew? If he admitted that he had always longed to be this close, to cross the line between the two of you? He had always dreamed of touching you, to bask in your warmth—only yours. He had envisioned a world where it was just the two of you. However, the choices he made drove him further and further away from you. By the time he looked back, it was already too late.

So, what would he choose?

“Caleb?…”

You called his name, again like you always did. That familiar tenderness pierced through all of his defenses. He lifted you up and seated you on the table. The gap between you grew steadily less. His fingers touch your lips, parting them slightly.

I choose you…

Always.

He placed a kiss on your pink lips, one he had rehearsed in his mind thousands of times. Under the crabapple blossoms. By the window filled with the hues of sunset. In the kitchen, where you would clumsily help him prepare meals... Yet, all those dreams together could not rival this moment, when you at last responded by wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

Gravity, something that had always been under Caleb's control, was suddenly out of his grasp. He was willing to give it up, if you wanted him to. Leaning into you unconsciously, he clutched you tightly, savoring every drop of the nectar on your tongue with a sense of greed. You both trembled at the wave of emotions that were new yet familiar, as if you had been dreaming the same dream for a long time. Caleb pulled away from you slightly, gently caressing your face that was flushed from the heat between you. A tear ran down your cheek and was hastily wiped away. You leaned back and tugged at his collar, compelling him to brace himself against the table.

Caleb chuckled softly as the bell on your neck jingled. He leaned down to kiss you, his lips continued to send electrifying sensations down your neck and shoulder. After his return, you reprimanded him mercilessly. His hand still bore the mark of your bite. Yet at that moment, you poured all your anger, resentment, and yearning into every touch, every kiss you left on Caleb. You raised his chin, allowing him to stare directly at you before capturing his lips. The bite you just gave him, together with the kiss, did not damage him, but it was enough to make him comprehend the conflicting emotions that were surging in your mind. 

You might love him, you might despise him, yet you could never leave him.

You and I, we’re both strayed too far from home.

The siren blared, flashing red across the entire neighborhood. A tall figure dressed in military uniform was rushing to find his way through the crowd of emergency evacuees.

But when he arrived, the place was deserted.

“Pip-squeak? Where have you run off to?…”

The sole response to his cry was icy silence. That soft bell chime had vanished, far away from this place, beyond his reach.

As Caleb rushed out into the street, it started to rain. His subordinates offered him an umbrella, and he just ignored what they said. He went alone in the mild rain, his gaze constantly searching for the little figure and the sweet bell chimes.

Had you left? Had you left him here all alone? Was that not a good thing though? You would return securely to Linkon, to live your life and forget his existence here. Caleb from your childhood was dead. This would be for the best.

There, on the bench in the vacant area due to evacuation following the Wanderers' surprise attack, he found you again.

“You… You’re still here.”

He spoke. Relieved. He had found you.

You looked up. Your hair was a little damp. Just now, when you heard the sirens and saw the lines of people evacuating, you had found her way out of his apartment. At the time, you assumed he didn't want to hide his key at all; otherwise, how could you have discovered it so easily? Once you got out of the flat, you followed the crowd out of the danger zone. You kept walking. Now that you were free of him, you could take a flight back to Linkon on your own. But what about him?

You never wanted to go home without him.

So you pointed to the leather chain on your neck and said:

“I can’t go yet, because it's still here.”

Caleb took a minute to ensure you were not wounded before squatting down in front of you. He set the umbrella aside, on the ground. The rain was still drizzling.

He grabbed your index finger and moved it up to slide underneath the choker. There was a little scanner that read your fingerprint. A little chime rang out, and the chain slipped off in an instant.

“You don’t look surprised,” Caleb said with a faint smile. “You knew, right?”

You had figured out how to remove it, yet fooled yourself into believing you needed that chain there to bind yourself to this place, to Caleb. And you found contentment in doing so.

As you stroked Caleb's icy face, a warm drop fell onto your palm. It was not rain. It was a tear.

“What’s wrong?”

Caleb gave no answer, only placed a gentle kiss on your finger. Something had happened this morning, prompting him to dash out of the flat with a stern expression. And now he was before you, completely drained and distraught with the possibility of losing you again.

“You're still here, pip-squeak. That’s enough for me.”

Before you could respond, Caleb leaned in and embraced you. He nuzzled into the crook of neck, whispering:

“Let’s go home…”

You knew not a single portion of what Caleb was going through. At times you did not even know if the person in front of you was truly him. Yet you wanted to stay, to embrace him for who he was, no matter the cost.

“Yeah… Let’s go home.”

You and I, we’re both strayed too far from home.

But it doesn't matter any more. My home is where you are.

-The end-

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

hi!! can you please do a nightcrawler x f!reader smut where kurt is a gentle dom and reader is a good submissive pet? i suggest the use of collars, toys and ofc lots or praise from kurt ♡

~Spoiled~

Pairing: Nightcrawler x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: collars, overstimulation heavy, restraints, toys, creampie, unprotected sex, sort of voyeur/exhibitionist (there's a mirror), oral (f receiving), and of course plenty of praise for our darling anon ;)

Genre: it's smut but fluffy too

Summary: Kurt comes home with a new present for you- but he manages to make it a gift for himself too

A/N:Thank you for requesting lovely <3

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"Hello liebling." Kurt says kissing your cheek.

"Hi my love. Welcome home." You smile at him.

"I got you something."

"Really? What is it?"

"Close your eyes." He tells you.

"Oh okay." You hum and close your eyes. You feel something velvety wrap around your throat and you're pretty sure you know what it is before you even open your eyes.

"Alright liebling, open your eyes my dear." Kurt says softly. You can hear the smile in his voice and it brings one to your face as you open your eyes.

Kurt is holding a hand mirror for you to see the prettiest choker sitting against your neck.

"My goodness." You breathe out. The thick black band is lined with lace flowers and teardrop gems dangle from the bottom. In the center, perfectly sitting above the dip in your throat, is a small metal heart with Kurt's name on one side and your name on the other.

"Do you like it?" He asks leaning over your shoulder to see your face.

"Like it? Kurt this is the most perfect thing I've ever seen." You say, gently running your fingertips over the small details.

"I saw one similar and I had this one made for you. It looks even better than I had pictured." Kurt smiles. He runs his fingers along your jaw, tilting your chin up. You smile as he leans down and presses his lips to yours gently at first, but the longer you kiss the more intense it gets. Kurt crowds you against the couch, holding himself up using the back of the couch.

"You spoil me." You say into the kiss. Kurt pulls away and presses a kiss to your forehead.

"You deserve it, my sweet little doll." He says.

"Thank you, Kurt. It's gorgeous." You tell him.

"You never need to thank me," Kurt smiles. He leans closer, lowering his tone for the next sentence out of his mouth. "but if you really want to, I'd love to see you in only the collar." He holds out a hand for you. You feel your face heat slightly, immediately picturing what's clearly going to happen next.

You take Kurt's hand and allow him to pull you up from the couch. He leads you down the hall to the bedroom. You try to temper your growing excitement as you make your way through your apartment but it's hard to ignore the anticipation. The thrill of not knowing what will happen next, the guessing and fantasizing of where things could go, your heart rate increases and it makes you antsy in the best way.

"Strip for me, liebling." Kurt kisses the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine, and then steps back. You're standing in front of the full length mirror that hangs against one wall and you lock eyes with Kurt through the reflection. He's still within arm's length, but far enough that you can move freely.

You tug your hoodie over your head, revealing your bare chest. You can hear the deep inhale from Kurt before you can see him again. Since you were just doing things around the house you didn't bother wearing a bra, accidental pro given where you are now.

"You get more beautiful every day." Kurt sighs, stepping closer to you and kissing your shoulder a number of times.

"Thank you." You smile. You hook your thumbs in your shorts and shimmy them over your hips, letting them drop to your ankles. You step out of them and kick them off to the side before you reach for your panties.

"No, I'll do those." Kurt says, so you drop your hands. His hands come up to your shoulders as he kisses your neck, right above the edge of your new collar.

He trails his fingers down your arms and back up again.

Then down across your collarbone.

Out and around your breasts.

He cups your boobs, letting his thumbs graze your nipples. You gasp, shuddering under his touch, the soft caress tugging deep in your abdomen. He tugs at your hardened nipples and you jolt.

"Fuck-" you moan.

"Pretty girl." Kurt hums. His hands trail over your stomach, over your hips, down your thighs and he drops to his knees, spinning you around to face him. He pulls your panties down your legs and helps you out of them.

"I can't wait to taste you liebling." He practically sighs. Kurt buries his face in your legs, his tongue immediately swirling between your lips. Your head dips back, Kurt has always been- so good at eating you out. He says it's his favorite thing to do, and honestly with the frequency that he does it you're pretty convinced he does it for himself more than you.

Kurt's tongue drags slowly over your clit in maddening circles. He relishes in the desperate moans falling from your open mouth. Savors the sweet intoxication of your scent and taste flooding his senses.

"Kurt- sir, please- you're teasing." You whine.

"Hm I can't help it doll you taste just so- irresistible." Kurt winks at you. Kurt swings one of your legs over his shoulder and continues lapping at your cunt. His tongue is faster now, and you can feel your orgasm building.

"Gods that feels- so good." You groan. Kurt is relentless, slurping and licking intensely and- fuck when you glance down he's staring at you with such heat you can't hold his gaze.

"Cum for me princess, I know you're close." Kurt mutters against you. With a gasp, you feel your body tense at his behest, and your leg shakes as your orgasm hits you. Thank goodness he's holding you up. Kurt stays between your legs until the aftershocks of your release subside. Only once your breathing returns to normal does he slowly stand, kissing and caressing his way up your body.

"Pretty girl." He hums, grabbing your chin gently.

"Thank you."

Kurt leads you to the bed and motions for you to lay down. He walks over to a storage drawer in your room that you guys use to store your toys. You try to guess what he's getting from there, your own curiosity building the longer he's away.

He returns with a pair of fur lined cuffs and something else that he doesn't show you but you sense him set it on the bed next to him.

"Hands up liebling." He says. You put your hands up by the headboard and he straps the cuffs around your wrists, with a spoke from the headboard between your arms, securing you in place. Kurt lets his hand trail down from your bound wrists down your left arm. He continues down your chest, stops to tweak one of your nipples between two fingers, and keeps then drags the digits down your abdomen. At the same time, you can feel his tail sliding up your leg. It settles on your thigh, close enough to your center that you're hyper aware of its weight. Kurt's hand now rests on the other thigh, his thumb gently stroking your skin.

"I love looking at you like this, at my mercy, giving me those eyes- just waiting for what I'll do next." Kurt says. He inches his hand higher and you feel one finger slide between your lips. He barely grazes your clit, but you're so sensitive now that you gasp and jerk at the slight touch.

"So beautiful." He hums. "So sensitive." He smiles wickedly. Kurt's hand disappears and you hear buzzing. He's pulled out a toy of some sort and your walls clench in anticipation. Without warning, Kurt presses the vibrator to your clit and the sudden stimulation makes me jolt. You moan loudly, god it feels good. Kurt makes small circles with the toy, it's maddening and your second orgasm is creeping up on you too quickly.

"I- I'm close." You whine.

"Go ahead darling, let go for me, my sweet girl." Kurt coaxes you over the edge and with a cry you cum. Hard. As you start to come down you realize Kurt hasn't moved the toy, it's still circling your clit, and your body reacts by writhing against the bed.

Kurt places a hand over your abdomen, holding you in place. You can't move, you can barely think, your head is fuzzy and the toy pressed against you is fucking mind numbing. Kurt turns the vibrations up, and you squeal as another orgasm hits you. Hits Kurt? That may be more accurate- you squirted.

"Ah there it is. Damn you look gorgeous like this." Kurt hums.

"F-fuck- p-please I- I can't-" You're not even sure what you're trying to ask for but he's still holding the vibrator against your clit and you're drowning in pleasure, struggling to breathe, unable to tell up from down. It's almost too much but you want more and you know Kurt will push until you break. He keeps circling your bundle of nerves until you have at least 2 more orgasms, maybe 3, it could be 4, it's impossible to keep track when all your free brain power is focused on making sure you keep breathing as he toys with you.

Eventually, just when you start to feel like you might die if this goes on, Kurt stops. You take in a deep, shuddering breath as your body finally relaxes. Every muscle in your body feels heavy, your ears feel full of cotton, your head feels empty.

"Can you open your eyes for me pretty girl?" Kurt asks, it sounds muffled but you manage to make it out. You slowly peel your eyes open to look at him. "Good girl. Need to make sure you're still conscious if I'm going to fuck you open now."

"Yeah- I am." You say breathily.

"Perfect." The bed shifts as Kurt settles between your legs. "My god you are absolutely dripping." He says tracing a finger through your wetness. Kurt brings the finger up to his lips and loudly slurps it clean. You hum as he stares you down, he looks so sexy practically drinking your juices from his hand. Kurt sinks into you with his finger still in his mouth and you wish you had a camera in reach to capture the way his eyes roll back and slide shut in pleasure.

He wraps his hands around your legs and his tail curls around your waist.

Without warning Kurt sets a hard rhythm. His hips slam into you over and over. Your back arches towards him as he stretches your inner walls. The drag of his dick against your insides is euphoric. Kurt is a string of grunts and moans that you relish in. You wish he hadn't handcuffed you, you're dying to drag your nails down his back as he fucks you.

Suddenly, Kurt places the vibrator back against your clit and you cry out at the unexpected intensity. Kurt groans, your walls are pulsing around him and fuck does it feel good.

"Gimme one more orgasm princess, wanna feel you cum on my fucking dick." Kurt says through clenched teeth. You groan, deep in your chest as somehow another orgasm hits you. Kurt hisses, relishing in the way you practically choke him. He could stay buried in your warm wet heat forever.

Kurt's rhythm changes as his focus shifts to chasing his own orgasm. His grip on you tightens, his hips snap harder, faster, his face tightens. After a few minutes his movements falter and he lets out a gutteral sound as molten heat spills into you.

 You gasp, then sigh at the familar feeling.

Kurt drops his head, forehead touching yours as he takes deep, steadying breaths. A couple of moments pass before he sits up.

"Let's get you out of these handcuffs, shall we?" He practically whispers, since he still seems to be catching his breath.

"Yes please." You hum. Kurt smiles down at you as he undoes your restraints. You give your arms a bit of a stretch before wrapping them around Kurt, pulling him on top of you.

"Liebling, we need to get up so I can clean up a bit here." He says.

"Can't it wait? I just want to cuddle." You whine. You hate the thought of moving even an inch right now.

"No princess it really can't. You know better than I do that you need to go to the bathroom now and the sheets are a wreck." Kurt says. He doesn't wait for you to agree, he simply teleports the both of you to the bathroom. 

He deposits you on the toilet and runs a bath which he puts you in once you've peed. You sink into the water and Kurt kisses the top of your head before leaving you there. 

Not for long though, he returns after no more than 10 minutes.

"Alright, gonna drain the bath water so you might be cold for a sec." He warns you, although you're too blissed out to really register his words. He pulls you up onto your feet and braces your mostly limp body against his own. He detaches the shower head and rinses you both off. He grabs a towel and dries you both off before carrying you back to bed.

"Now we can cuddle." He says falling onto your now remade bed with you in his arms. "Isn't this better?" He sighs. You have to admit it's much more comfortable to not feel all sticky.

"It's perfect." You sink into his chest and he kisses the top of your head as he tightens his arms around you.

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[scoutswritingcorner]

Pampering and Dates

Poly!Vees x GN!Reader

TW: Valentino, GETS A LITTLE NSFW SO YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. 

A/n: Once again all credit to @aboyscriminalrecord for the amazing idea! I DO NOT CONDONE VALENTINO OR HIS ACTIONS

Being pampered by these three? Is literal heaven, most people see you as their sugar baby..and while they aren’t wrong in some sense they are still wrong. 

As you said before, Vox loves buying you chokers (and collars, shh) that specifically have his name on it! Or maybe a new jacket that has little accessories that scream his name so people know that you’re taken. Wear nothing but the jacket and maybe the choker and he’s keeping you in the bedroom for hours. 

Valentino loves to buy you different lingerie and jewelry, sometimes collars too. He’s a weird kinky bastard. Expect everything from earrings, rings, necklaces, bracelets to straight up barely covering anything lingerie. Yeah…anyways. Everything is in your favorite color or his, he also gets you a gold necklace with his name on it. 

Velvette will get you any type of clothes that you want, but she’ll either be making them or they’ll be very high end and you’d be scared to wear it or even touch it. Also if you wear makeup expect her to buy you high quality and pricey makeup. From makeup palettes, blush, to lipstick. Also will buy you very expensive jewelry but she makes sure it matches any and all outfits. Another one to give you something that has her signature look or scent on her. She wants people to know who you belong to and won’t hesitate to pull you into a kiss in front of her fans.

Dates Wise?

Vox is pulling all the strings to get this high end restaurant all booked out- doesn’t matter if he has to buy it out for the night or kill everyone there. He’s getting this restaurant for you. He’ll even buy it out from the owner and make it your own personal restaurant if you give him the word!

Valentino is making sure everything is set up perfectly from the tablecloth to the dinnerware to even the food. He may have shit sight but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have shit taste. If one thing is wrong he’s killing the chefs and rehiring more. It has to be perfect and anything less than that is an insult to you. Also he knows what wine/alcohol pairs well with whatever dish you're having that night. Trust him, Cariño~

Velvette is totally making sure your outfit is perfect, will she tell you what it’s for? No. She just needs you up on the platform so she can work her magic. You just need to sit there and look pretty like you always do. Also does your makeup too, she has makeup artists yes but she needs to do it for you. Can’t let any sinner fuck up your clothes and then fuck up your makeup! Just let her kiss you every so often to test the lipstick..no she’s not getting sidetracked and yes you have plenty of time before the date!

[the-iceni-bitch]

Lookin’ at You Got Me Thinkin’ Nonsense

Relationship: Lloyd Hansen (le grand homme) x female!reader (coquinette)

Words: ~2k

Summary: you don’t like when Lloyd leaves you alone…

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (m and f receiving oral sex, public sex, public nudity, multiple orgasms), mention of crime, Bobby and Kitten cameo, SMUT!!

A/N: Did you miss these two as much as I did?

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Lloyd groaned when you came around his tongue for what must have been the third time, rubbing his face against your pussy and grinning as he slurped up the sweet juices that were gushing out of you. The lower half of his face was soaked, but that was exactly what he wanted. Hopefully your scent would stay on his skin all through the damn meeting he had to go to.

“Ah shit!” He had lost track of time, catching a view of the clock over your heaving breasts and rising from between your thighs with a snarl. “Damn Newark meeting. Ma coquette, I have to go.”

The only answer you could give him was a pathetic whimper, your naked body trembling on the chaise as your system struggled to recover from the incredible pleasure he had wrung out of you. Damn if the sight didn’t make him want to blow off his job, but August and Nick were already grumbling about him missing three other meetings over the past month due to his need to help you “settle in” to your new life at his estate and penthouse. Your eyes fluttered when he kissed your cheek before rising to his feet, the way you murmured under your breath in French and stretched your body before rolling onto your side making it even harder for him to leave.

“No one goes in while I’m gone,” Lloyd ran a hand through his hair when he stepped into the hall and closed the door behind him, scowling at Baizen when it seemed like he wasn’t paying attention. “That includes you. I hear anyone disturbed her and they’ll have to answer to me.”

He waited for the dumbass to nod before striding off. Sometimes he really wished they could clone the giant, Everett, because every fucking other idiot that worked for them seemed to barely know how to do their damn job. His mood was hardly better by the time he stormed into the meeting room, fighting the urge to flip August off when the huge bastard gave him a smug grin, as if to give condescending approval for Lloyd actually showing up to a meeting. This had better be short. At least he knew this woman was a professional, though her partner looked remarkably aggressive for a meeting.

All the news was good news. The incursions they had been making into the opposition’s business had been going well, with territories gained all over the tri-state area. Lloyd managed to focus once they got into the details of planning their next assault, eager to encroach further onto the old men’s operations. There was some kind of commotion in the hall, but none of them worried about it. At least not until the doors burst open and you stumbled in.

You were still completely naked except for the sapphire choker Lloyd had given you that morning. Poor Baizen was trailing after you and holding out a blanket, his eyes full of pleading for you to cover yourself even as he did his best not to actually look at your nude body. As soon as he realized it was you he straightened up in his seat, a low chuckle full of affection rumbling through his chest when you zeroed in on him immediately and pouted. Every single eye fixed on him when you started strutting towards him. He could feel the annoyance radiating off of August and the bemusement coming from Nick.

“Mon loup…” when you reached him you flounced down on his lap with a small huff, nibbling on his ear and playing with the collar of his shirt as you ignored everyone else. “You left me all alone…”

“I’m so sorry, amour,” this time he did flip August off when he heard the man clear his throat in irritation. “I have to be at this meeting, ma petite chatte. These nice people I work with need my advice.”

The partner of the woman they’d been organizing with snorted at that, and Lloyd found himself growing even more fond of her when she elbowed the man in the gut before smiling warmly at you and him. Sure, she looked a little bit unhinged, but Lloyd decided he liked that about her. He also liked the way she introduced herself and her partner to you like you were just as important as the other men in the room, though he gave a snort of his own that a man who looked so goddamn lethal was named “Bobby”.

You just gave the strangers a curious look before turning back to Lloyd, whining as you pressed soft kisses all along the length of his jaw. All you cared about right now was getting your much needed attention from your man, your brain still fuzzy from all the orgasms he had given you.

“But you didn’t even let me take care of you, Daddy,” you giggled when he growled at the pet name, thoroughly enjoying how much he seemed to give into your desires ever since you had first started calling him that. “Makes me feel so bad when I don’t get to take care of you…”

“Coquine…” Lloyd groaned when your hand that wasn’t toying with his collar slipped between the two of you and squeezed his growing bulge. “How the fuck am I supposed to say no to you, you little minx…”

Lloyd glanced around the conference table as you continued to squirm in his lap, though he didn’t really know why, he was going to do whatever he wanted anyway. He ignored August’s glower and gave the man a cocky wink, focusing on you once more as Nick began going over the fine details of their upcoming assault.

“Go on, ma douce,” Lloyd peppered soft kisses all over your cheeks and nose, biting your bottom lip with a playful growl when you started to undo his belt. “Such a good girl, you always take such good care of me, amour.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” you giggled when he licked the indents his teeth had left in your lip, giving him a quick peck before sliding to the floor between his spread legs as you dragged down his zipper, humming to yourself as you drew him out of his pants.

The sound of the meeting faded away as you focused on your task. You gripping the base of his shaft in one hand as you used the other to trace every inch of him, a single, manicured finger dragging over each ridge and vein with reverent affection. He was so heavy and warm. You couldn’t resist rubbing his tip all over your cheeks and chin as you lost yourself in his masculine scent. When you finally flicked your tongue out to taste him you heard him hiss, smiling and gazing up at him through your lashes before wrapping your lips around his tip and sucking gently, your eyes fluttering as the distinct taste of him filled your mouth.

You decided you want to see if you could pull all of his focus back to you. After weeks of being with him constantly you had been spoiled to expect his constant attention, and the fact that you were not receiving it now was making you feel cranky. So you concentrated your oral ministrations on his sensitive head, knowing how quickly he gave into his baser instincts when you stimulated him so directly. Your lips quirked in a smile around him when you saw the muscles of abdomen twitch, making sure your expression was appropriately innocent when he gave you an inquisitive glance before trying to contribute to the meeting again.

But you couldn’t have that. You vibrated the head of his cock with a needy whine, one of your hands stroking his length while your other reached lower to fondle his heavy balls. There was a thump on the table above your head and you knew it was Lloyd’s fist. Your man couldn’t control himself when you tongued his slit and played with his sac at the same time, a fact that was giving you no small measure of satisfaction at the moment. A thin dribble of precum leaked from his slit and your eyes rolled back in your head, your lips tightening around his tip in an effort to draw out even more of his pleasure.

When you heard him groan you redoubled your efforts, dragging the tip of your tongue along his frenulum a few times before swallowing him to the root. The sensation of his cock sliding down your throat and you gently tugging on his balls did it for Lloyd’s control, his hand finding the back of your head as he leaned back in his seat to watch you fuck your own face on his cock. He couldn’t give a single fuck about the meeting when he got a look at you, so goddamn pretty with your lips stretched obscenely wide and your eyes glazed over making him twitch against your tongue. Goddamn, you were so fucking perfect.

“That’s it, ma bonne petite fille,” Lloyd stopped caring about the meeting entirely when you gently scraped your teeth along his shaft, hissing through his teeth and planting his feet firmly on the floor on either side of your body as he gazed at you with pure passion. “Daddy’s gonna take over, hold on.”

You whimpered at the first snap of his hips against your face, flattening your tongue and breathing through your nose as you kept your eyes fixed on his. They were bright and eager, full of preening satisfaction at finally being the center of his attention again. Drool started to leak from the corners of your mouth with each plunge of his cock down your gullet, your saliva mixing with his precum to create a sticky, pearly mess that dripped down your chin and onto your tits. Lloyd couldn’t get enough of the sight of you, vowing to buy you another sparkly something as you swallowed around the head of his dick and pressed your thumb against his perineum.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” He couldn’t contain his shout when he felt his balls pull tight, holding your head still as he ground against your face and pumped his cum down your eager throat. “That’s a good girl. Take it, ma coquinette.”

The way you refused to release him until you’d milked every single drop from his balls had his thick thighs shaking, his fist slamming into the table again when you swirled your tongue around his excessively sensitive tip over and over until he was almost in pain. “Greedy fucking girl,” it came out in a huff when you gave his softening length one final suckle before letting him slide from between your lips, collapsing back in his seat and chuckling warmly while you hummed to yourself and kissed along his happy trail.

“I don’t want to fucking hear it, Walker,” Lloyd didn’t even have to look at the man to know he was about to make some annoying comment, cupping your jaw in his hands after you tucked him back in and kissing every inch of your face and neck while you crawled back into his lap. Once you had settled he turned half his attention back to the meeting, one hand trailing over the bare expanse of your spine while he drummed the fingers of the other on the table. “The plans are fucking done, aren’t they? So quit being a bitch. Besides,” he kissed your temple when you tucked your face into his shoulder. “Don’t think I’ll be able to leave ma petite pute alone during meetings anymore.”

[not-rigel]

would you be interested in writing Sevika x (top) reader who is taller than her, stronger than her, and overall just larger than her and very masculine BUTTT is very submissive??? Kinda like a power bottom Sevika x sub top reader situation👀👀

uhhh YEA!!! hope i did your idea justice!

a little treat for arcane eve (i can expand more after arcane ends but i felt we needed a liiiitle enjoyment before losing our collective minds)

Set between s2 act 1 and 2

WC: 1.1k

Sevika honestly couldn't blame everyone for dropping ship when Silco decided to quit breathing. They have their own lives to lead. But the fact that you stayed stood out to her. When she sat in Silco’s office beaten and broken, you were the one that came to deliver the news and defend the Last Drop with her from the Chem Barons influence. You made grieving easier but the feeling was never gone. Sevika couldn’t talk about those things so most of the time she settled for drinking or flirting with you. Right now she decided on teasing you in her new office. 

“So, pipsqueak, what’ll you do if I can't fix this shitstorm?” 

You roll your eyes, you have no idea why she insists on giving you stupid nicknames, “Sevika, I could throw you across the room without even trying. Between the two of us, you’re the pipsqueak. And everything’ll be fine.”

���I argue that I can take you,” she says. Unbeknownst to you, she doesn’t mean in a fight. 

She's been attracted to you the very moment she saw you, back when Silco hired you on for muscle. She never made a move, for the sake of professionalism. Even after Silco’s death she held back, unsure how she’d emotionally handle a sexual entanglement. But she was getting better, now that weeks have passed and she changed her look. So she let herself consider making a move.

“Alright, and how many times have I held you back while you were on shimmer?” you challenged. 

“That’s in the past, pipsqueak. I'm talking now.” 

There’s that nickname again, “Fuck you, Sevika. You need to stop calling me that, please.” 

“Are you offering?” she quips back. 

Your eyebrows pinch in confusion, “I don’t know what you mean by that.”

“You said ‘fuck you’. I’m asking if you were offering to fuck me,” she clarifies.

You’re speechless. Sure, you’ve thought about Sevika in that way on several occasions but it was always just a thought. You thought about her, when she barked out orders to Silco’s goons. Or stared down at Enforcers, daring them to so much as lay a finger on her. She was always scarier than you in that regard, someone who could take real charge. It always excited you. You watch her now, for some sign that she was messing with you but you can’t find any.

“Not initially but… I’m offering now,” you say before hesitation can sink in. 

She smirks, standing from the sofa and walking over to the desk. You watch her open a drawer and pull out something you recognize. It’s her old choker, the one she wore before changing her appearance. You gulp as she approaches you. 

“What’s that for?” you asked. 

“It’s for you,” she explains. She fits the collar around your neck, adjusting the fit. You think it might be too loose but she slips a finger underneath and drags you to her by it. You let out a whimper as she pulls you by the choker to her lips. 

“You’re so strong, so tall, so fucking masc. It turns me on so fucking much,” she whispers against your lips. You could take control right now, she’s only exerting a small amount of force over you. Holding you in place by a choker, but you don’t resist her. 

She pulls the collar again, setting her lips right by your ear, “Been waiting for you to fuck me.”

Immediately you’re filled with nerves. You love to top but you’re not dominant, despite what your appearance might suggest. You want to fuck her and by all physical means you could manhandle her, but it never came naturally to you. 

“Can you… Tell me what to do? I really want you, I do,” you sigh. 

Sevika shivers. She’s never met anyone so perfect before. Sevika needs you to fuck her, but more than that she needed to boss you around. It always gave her the sweetest thrill. And to boss around someone physically stronger than her, to have you relent all the power to her? She could fall in love in a minute. 

“Would you submit for me? Let me boss you around? Tell you how I’ve dreamed about you fucking me?” She purrs into your ear. Her words are sweet drops of fire, licking your skin deliciously.

Your chest rises and falls with heavy, uneven breaths, “Yes. Fuck, I’d love it.” 

“You’re so strong and all I have to do to get you weak for me is pull you by your collar? You’re so precious,” she moans. 

“I like it when you boss people around. Made me so wet. I’d do anything you tell me to, please Sevika,” there was no holding it in now, the choker and her words eased you into subspace.

That’s how you find yourself knelt between her spread thighs while she sits with her ass perched on the edge of the sofa, shoving your head into her cunt. She doesn’t wait for you to find her clit, instead shifting her hips to move it below your lips. 

“Grab my hips,” she orders, needing you to manhandle her. Just to show that you could control her, but ultimately won’t. You grip her hips, and she shifts her thighs over your shoulders so you have to hold her weight up. You rest your elbows onto the sofa for support, and hold her hips in the air. Both of you were feeling a perfect rush, the sexual dynamic making you thrive like you never had before. 

Sevika groans hearing your sweet little whimpers as she begins to grind onto your face. You move to keep up with her grinding, trying to hold the suction you have on her clit. 

“Stick your tongue out, mouse,” she demands. She loves giving you nicknames to insinuate you’re small. You’re not little, and she loved that. Every time you convinced her to drop one nickname, she came up with another. It was a power trip for her. 

You flatten out your tongue so she can ride it, and you moan as her fluids spread over your face. She leaked onto your chin and you loved the sensation of being covered in her. Loved how she barks commands at you. 

“Shit, gonna cum on your handsome face,” she announces, knees bending to pull you closer. You keep your tongue still, letting her ride your face until you feel her thighs tremble. Her thighs squeeze your head as her hips stop their movement. You shove your tongue into her cunt, feeling her walls pulse around it. She cums loud and hard, juices leaking down your chin and neck. You shudder, feeling your own arousal drip from you. When her orgasm is over, she has you set her back onto the couch. 

“You’re not done, runt. Still need you inside of me,” she rasps. You’re alight with excitement for more of her demands, ready to beg for her all night long. 

[yandere-daydreams]

Felt nostalgic and rewatches HxH after hearing that new manga chapters were coming up and I couldn't not think about Illumi... again. On a scale of 1-10, 10 being the highest, where is he, horny speaking?

He's in there, somewhere, as you mention that his darling does have to deal with 'intimate' affections, but how often does that tend to happen? How many times can they pull the crying card before it won't work and what would usually prompt him to want intimacy? It must feel kinda surreal when he initiates, because Illumi just doesn't look like a guy with base human desires.

You can only imagine the rest of the household (his siblings and the staff) bluescreening when they realize he does, in fact, Fuck. And has *preferences* when it comes to fucking, I bet they all schedule assasinations, gtfo, when he comes back and beelines for his room just to avoid eye contact when he emerges. Milluki finally going out instead of killing people at home remotely with mosquitoes, he caught one (1) glimpse of Illumi's darling and the collar in a camera and had to put away multiple of his precious figures that had chokers/neckwear because he Could Not Unsee It.

tw - implied non/con and very mild gore.

very intellectual question anon,,,, hmmm,,, allow me to extrapolate a bit,,,

honestly i do not think illumi's horniness is quantifiable just because he is getting off on shit too niche in ways too weird to ever be described by a number on a scale. he absolutely did not receive formal sex education and probably failed to ever consider so much as touching his dick prior to meeting you, when he spiraled head-first into sappy romcoms and weird fetish porn with absolutely no ability to differentiate between the two. it's not that he doesn't have those sorts of desires, it's that he has absolutely no ability or motivation to separate which of those desires you might enjoy hearing about and which ones you'd rather not - meaning, in short, that you're going to have to hear about the idyllic, fairytale-esque countryside honeymoon he has planned for when you finally break-down and agree to marry him just as often as he'll remind you of the fact that, if you die before him, he is going to remove one of his lungs and heave it replaced with yours, so you'll never be able to truly get away from him.

i also think that he would, contrary to popular belief, be self-aware not to make fetish gear one of your daily accessories, but that doesn't mean anyone within his estate is escaping psychological damage. there's a very thin line between his possessive instincts and sexual interests, and that line might waver just long enough for him to off-handedly mention that you're going to be in your Cage until you've learned not to be a Bad Puppy to a servant who,,, simply didn't need or want to know that. the flesh may be willing, but his situational willingness is still lacking severely and thus, it might be for the best to have him castrated until those stats start to look a little more even.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Where do the overblotters get their magical girl transformation from? Like does the blot just turn into fabric, not to mention that they look kinda stylish

[The manga images in this post come from Turtle Soup Scans! Please support the team and the work they do!]

I do believe the clothes that each Overblot character wears comes from their blot; it's more easily seen in chapter 16 of the Episode of Heartslabyul manga. Notice how it looks like the blot it not only swallowing Riddle up, but also dripping down to form various accessories including his crown and choker.

I assume the same occurs for the other Overblots, as they all have similar looks and bits of blot coming from their outfits. You can take a look for yourself below; take note that in many instances you can see blot webbing over their skin, blot collecting as goopy accessories or collars, blot as fabric trains and skirts, blot dripping from their shoes, etc. In book 6, it is explained that you must separate the Overblotter from their Phantom in order to snap them out of OB, so it's likely that the new look comes from the Phantom, a manifestation of the caster's blot, and their connection to the mage.

... Anyway, not sure why the blot decided to make their outfits look that way (I personally would not call it stylish)?? But I assume that it's because the blot is the byproduct of the caster's own magic, so whatever design the blot and Phantom manifests as must represent the mage's personality and/or trauma. For example, Riddle hangs suspended by his own Phantom as though he were a puppet on strings; this may refer to his mother's control over his life. This would also explain the often stitched or torn up aesthetic of OBs, it shows us how broken the host is. (Of course, on a meta level, the OB forms more closely resemble each boy's respective Great Seven parallel.)

***Spoilers for all 7 full body Overblot designs below the cut!!***

[catcze]

OKAY BUT how about matching jewellery with Wriothesley?? You could both wear a necklace or a choker to match his vibe or maybe earrings? (The fact he's wearing some is sending me 😩 His style is really good tbh, def would let him choose my clothes) And if they're embedded with each other's initials? Even better, let the world know you belong to him, the same way he belongs to you (was inspired by your other collar drabble don't mind me 🥺👌)

AAAAA that is SO cute wtf ?!?! And so true, his style is honestly immaculate !! I got inspiredddd and wrote this (even tho it's a little more 'secret relationship for now, but wearing little tokens of each other until we make it public' kind of thing tee hee)

warning for vv slight leaks (Wriothesley's birthdate) and a slightly ooc Wrio !!

Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

"Your grace?"

"Yes, Sigewinne?" Wriothesley hums, not looking up from his morning paper. He holds a teacup in his other hand, the scent of freshly brewed English Breakfast filling the room.

Sigewinne is staring hard at him, head tilted as she examines the change in the Duke's wardrobe. "I can't seem to place my finger on it but your new necklace looks rather—"

Wriothesley promptly chokes on his drink, loud coughing breaking the quiet of his office as he thumps his chest, sputtering and frantically moving his paper out of the range of fire of his choking.

"—familiar."

Sigewinne hands him a handkerchief, which he takes with a wheezed word of thanks. She's squinting at him in suspicion, antennae twitching as she watches the duke squirm.

"I'm afraid I don't follow," Wriothesley coughs one last time into the handkerchief, clearing his throat in an attempt to get rid of the roughness in his voice. It doesn't work. "Perhaps you're mistaken, Sigewinne. Are you certain that you haven't just seen someone around the fortress using something similar? Or maybe you saw it in fashion on the surface."

Sigewinne is sure she hasn't. She just hums in thought, placing her hands on her hips as she continues to evaluate the necklace, while Wriothesley pointedly does not meet her gaze.

It's a simple thing, really. A silver circle on a thin silver chain, and from this distance Sigewinne can barely make out what looks like two letters and a date carved on it. It's this simplicity, actually, that makes it stand out amidst the Duke's otherwise chunky and bold accessories.

Sigewinne keeps staring, trying to remember just where oh where had she seen something like that before, and why does it nag her so much that she can't recall. Wriothesley doesn't offer up any information, however, having chosen to pour himself another cup of tea and resuming reading his paper.

Eventually, the nurse relents and turns to head down the staircase to leave his office with a word of farewell thrown over her shoulder, still bothered by the mystery that she just can't solve, but knowing what the Duke is like when he clams up.

"Oh! Hi, Sigewinne!" You greet, almost running into her as she descends, while you yourself are on your way up. You reach out a hand to steady her lest she roll down the rest of the way. "Leaving already? Everything alright?"

"Everything is fine," she says kindly, patting your arm in thanks as she looks up to your face. "Some patients to check on, but otherwise nothing particularly noteworthy. His Grace just refuses to answer any of my questions, however..."

But then her eyes catch on something shiny on your neck. Something shiny, and looking awfully like the object of her interest just a few short minutes ago. She glances at it, and as close as she is, she can make out what is carved on the pendant around your neck: A simple W and the date November 23 written underneath it.

She pauses mid-sentence, turning to glance over her shoulder.

Wriothesley is still reading his paper, but from here even she can see how he's trying to subtly glance over it in your direction. His fingers clench the sheets in anticipation and how his boot has started to tap on the floor despite his show of nonchalance. She looks at the pot of tea he had put out earlier, notices just how much tea there still seems to be in it, and the extra teacup that she had asked about earlier when she had first come in.

Just in case a guest stops by, he had told her, and nothing after that. Suddenly, she has a pretty good guess of what is written on his grace's necklace.

"Nevermind," she corrects, trying not to smile too widely. "But I certainly have to be going. Enjoy your... meeting with his grace. I'll see you later!"

You blink at her abrupt departure. "Oh? Okay. Uh... Bye, Sigewinne. See you soon!"

She nods, hurriedly excusing herself in an attempt to give you two some privacy, finally letting her happy little grin show once she was no longer in sight. She shuts the doors behind her and takes a moment, then practically skips her way back to the infirmary, her steps light and joyful.

I'm glad. They deserve to be happy together.

[dewdropdinosaur]

Kinktober Day 22: Choking

Summary: Vox decides to give you a little gift, a choker necklace in his colors. How thoughtful of him, right? Until he reveals it's alternative purpose as a means of making you fucked out and pliant before him as he restricts your flow of oxygen Warnings: Breath play, sub/dom dynamics, ownership, possesion, collaring, etc. MDNI, 18+. You're responsible for your own media consumption! Kinktober Mention of the Day: @redfoxwritesstuff GO CHECK OUT THEIR STUFF! I LIVE EVERYDAY TO READ THEIR WORKS AND SO SHOULD YOU!! <3

About a week ago, Vox found himself wandering the neon-lit streets, his thoughts lingering on you. You had been together for a while now, and he wanted to give you something special—a token of his affection that would embody your unique bond. Now, by all accounts, Vox was not the lovey-dovey type. But with you, his cold metal heart had softened and soon after a year or so of dating, he had found himself wishing and wanting domestic things that he had never truly wanted before. You came before buisness, before power, before it all. As he roamed through a quirky shop filled with all manner of strange trinkets, a glimmering choker caught his eye. Without a second thought, it was customized and purchased. 

Sleek and stylish, adorned with a ‘V’ in shimmering lettering, and crafted in his signature colors: vibrant red and electric blue. Vox grinned; he could already picture your reaction. And how you might play with this new found item. Later that evening, he presented the choker to you in a small, black, rectangular box. Eyes lighting up with joy as you let him slip it around your neck, the ‘V’ resting just above your collarbone. The colors complemented you perfectly, and Vox couldn’t help but puff up with pride. 

“You look amazing,” he said, a smug grin on his face. 

You beamed, fingers brushing over the choker. “I love it! I’ll wear it everywhere!”

Well, you were to your word, much to Vox’s chagrin. You donned the choker every day, and Vox felt a surge of satisfaction each time he saw you wearing it. It was a visible mark of their relationship, his ownership, and he reveled in the fact that you chose to show it off. 

Now we enter the present. It’s late evening, the firey sun is setting over the Hellish landscape as you sit, legs crossed over Vox’s lap. Enjoying an evening that seemed like every other, you were completely unaware of your boyfriend’s plan. Sure, his attention had been more physical tonight, but was it not? To you, Vox was simply just showering you with affection like always. Oh how wrong you were. Your boyfriend was devious, never truly doing everything one-hundred percent out of the kindness of his heart. Your choker was a gift yes, for you, but also for him. And tonight he decided he should reveal a hidden perk of his purchase. With a sly smile, he wrapped his arm around your should and a clawed finger came to press a small button at the back of your choker. With a puff of blue magic, a long and heavy chain unfurled glinting in the moonlight; Vox taking the opportunity of your surprise to tug on the small attachment he’d concealed at the back. 

“Check this out,” he said, his tone playful yet suggestive. 

Your eyes widened with a mix of surprise and intrigue. “A leash?”

“Yep! It’s not just for show,” he said, giving it a harsh tug to bring your lips to barely hover over his own. “What do you think?”

You felt a rush of excitement at the thought, all of that energy running straight down to settle in the form of a wetness in your core. The idea of the choker and leash added a new layer to your dynamic, something that hinted at both power and lust. 

“I think it’s kind of hot,” you replied, a teasing smile creeping onto your lips. 

Vox’s smugness deepened, thrilled that you shared his sentiment. “Wanna try it out?”

With a playful nod, you gave him all the permission he needed. The feeling was exhilarating, a mix of vulnerability and excitement. Vox couldn’t help but admire how the choker highlighted your beauty, spoke to his power over you in every way. Yes, he loved you, but he also owned you body and spirit. Every curve of your body, every breath from your lips, was his to claim and treasure for all of his undead eternity. 

Another tug had the choker tightening around your neck, contricting your airway in a painfully delicious manner. Your lips parted in a sinful gasp, eyes rolling into the back of your head. Every fiber and nerve came alight, blood pumping fiercely at the lack of oxygen. Vox slammed his mouth to yours, tongue taking the opportunity to slip past your parted lips and into the welcoming wet cave of your mouth. Tongues battling for dominace, you eventually yielded when Vox again tightened your choker and your body could not be help to open your mouth more and give into his powerful apendage. 

Pulling back for a brief moment, a near pornographic scene played out before you. A slick string of saliva connected your lips, your body weak and pliant before the TV demon as you had your collared and obedient to his every command. The top buttons of his shirt undone, showing off the defined tones of his chest as his suit pants did little to hide the growing hard-on he was sporting. Every bit of your present moment screamed sex appeal and you were living for it. 

“How much do you think you can take before you become just a sweet little hole for me to fuck as you pass out?”

Oh, you were definetly loving this gift.

[dreamgrlarchive]

current wardrobe shopping list 💻💕💵:

around this time of year i always like making clothing wishlists for the fall and winter, and my wardrobe naturally shifts for the spring and summer. i always seem to slightly tweak my personal look around this time of year to make sure my wardrobe is true to me! prissy girl 4 life! 💓🍰

tops:

lace bandeaus for layering, feather trimmed button down tops, knitted fuzzy fitted tops, fur trimmed half jackets and crop tops, rhinestone lettered shirts, victoria’s secret off shoulder sweaters, lace camis, off shoulder knitted tops in my color palette, satin button downs, sheer tops, lululemon strawberry milkshake define jacket, fur collar leather jacket, oversized sweaters in pink and black, basic neutral long sleeved cotton tops

bottoms:

microscopic boy shorts with cute details, leather mini skirt, tartan plaid mini skirt, fold over yoga pants, lace trimmed skirt, miss me embellished skinny jeans, denim pleated skirt, houndstooth mini skirt, leather flare pants, fur/feather skirt

dresses + etc.:

ribbed knit bodysuit, pink and black rompers for layering, cotton bodysuits in my color palette, rhinestone skims dresses, hidden cult distressed pink halter dress, skims slip dresses, knit bodysuits, i am gia tracksuits in black and pink, pink jacket and legging set, solid black leggings, gray leggings, pink body by tracy set, black and pink fine girl set, new pink workout set

accessories:

knitted knee high socks, sheer socks, fuzzy beret, baby phat belt, fur headbands, fuzzy leg warmers, lace tights, diamond hair clips

jewelry:

anklets, new pandora charms, body chains, bling nostril hoops, bow ring and necklace, tiara charm bracelet and necklace, diamond encrusted hoops, tiffany toggle choker, dainty tennis bracelets, new cute belly rings

purses:

medium ballerina telfar, hello kitty wallet, heaven sent leopard print wallet, tory burch ella tote, juicy couture wristlet, louis vuitton speedy 30, rhinestone encrusted purse, feather satchel, hello kitty purse, pink puffer tote, victoria’s secret glitter tote, burberry satchel, ruffled pink purse, juicy couture 2022 bowler bag

shoes:

fuzzy boots in pink and gray, black kitten heels, pink closed toe pumps, jelly platform sandals, white fur bearpaw boots, y.r.u. qrystal pink platforms, juicy couture fur slides, total temptress heels, sequin uggs, pink fur platform sandals, sherpa lined pink crocs, sparkly heels, strappy heels, mary janes