#arms tied together + legs tied apart + collar = ⁄⁠(⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠-⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠)⁠⁄

[kayla0911]

Title: “Distraction”

Nanami Kento x Reader (NSFW, soft dom/sub dynamics, office clothes kink, aftercare, established relationship)

Based on this post I saw!

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You leaned against the doorway, watching him.

Kento hadn’t noticed you yet, too focused on the deliberate rhythm of his body moving up and down. The fabric of his royal blue shirt clung to his broad back, a patch of sweat spreading between his shoulder blades. His leopard-print tie dangled toward the floor, grazing it with every descent, like it was exhausted too.

You bit your lip.

He looked good like this—too good. Tense arms flexing with each push-up, sleeves rolled up just enough to tease you. His wristwatch glinted in the low light, and that damn tie…

You stepped forward, slow and deliberate.

“I didn’t know you worked out in your dress shirt,” you said softly.

He froze mid-push-up—only for a second—then resumed, his voice a low rumble. “Didn’t want to waste time changing.”

“You didn’t want to waste time…” You knelt down beside him. “Or you wanted me to walk in on this?”

That earned you a glance. Just a flick of his golden-brown eyes. But it was hungry.

“You’re distracting,” he muttered, jaw tight.

You reached down, fingertips brushing his tie, lifting it off the floor. “You could’ve taken this off,” you whispered, pulling it slowly through your hand. “But you didn’t.”

The next push-up he did was slower—intentional. His breath hitched just slightly.

You climbed over him, knees on either side of his hips, straddling him mid-push-up. “Keep going,” you whispered, voice velvet-sweet. “Don’t stop on my account.”

He grunted, arms visibly trembling—not from exertion, but from restraint.

Two more push-ups, and his chest barely brushed against your inner thighs. His breath was hot, shallow now. The next time he came down, you leaned forward and kissed him—quick and dirty—right on the corner of his mouth.

He lost it.

The next second, he surged up, grabbing your hips and flipping you beneath him with effortless strength. You landed with a gasp, wrists pinned above your head.

“Now look what you’ve done,” he murmured against your neck, voice rough, unraveled.

Your thighs spread instinctively, your body already arching into him. “Don’t blame me. You’re the one who—”

You gasped again as his tie slipped from his collar and he used it to bind your wrists together, the silk warm from his skin.

“Quiet,” he breathed, eyes dark and tender all at once. “I’m not done working out.”

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Your clothes came off slowly. His didn’t.

Nanami liked control. He liked order. So when he fucked you—still in that damn shirt, the top few buttons undone, sweat clinging to his skin, muscles working beneath fabric—you felt owned in the most delicious way.

He took you slow and deep, one hand cradling your tied wrists above your head, the other on your thigh, guiding you open. The friction of his slacks between your bodies drove you wild.

“You feel that?” he whispered against your ear. “That’s what you do to me. Just from watching.”

You whimpered, hips rising to meet his every thrust, the tie biting into your wrists as you tugged against it.

Nanami didn’t rush. He edged you—kissed you, praised you, ruined you—until you came with a cry, legs shaking around his waist. Only then did he let himself fall apart inside you, muffling his moan in the crook of your neck.

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Later, he untied your wrists with a kiss to each. You were tangled together on the floor, the carpet warm beneath your bare skin, his tie still loosely draped around your hands.

“You’re insufferable,” he murmured, brushing your hair back.

“But motivated,” you whispered, breathless. “Very… focused.”

He chuckled softly, pulling you to his chest. “Tomorrow, I’m locking the door.”

“Liar.”

“…Maybe.”

[oreo-creampies]

‘𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 ��𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐧 (𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦-𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐝 & 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝)’

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: pervert!reader, bdsm, service sub!reader, dom!toji, dom!sukuna, dom!suguru, dom!satoru, gang-bang, degradation/praise/mocking/taunting, daddy/princess, pain kink, mind break/dumbification, overstimulation, they all got big dick, vibrator, collar and leash, light bondage, blindfold, voyeurism, biting, spanking, some face spalling, drinking satoru's cum outta a pussy sleeve, double penetration, dacryphilia, some cervix fucking, light belly bulge, squirting

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: 𝟏𝟒 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬/𝟑.𝟗𝐤

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: sukuna/toji/gojo/geto foursome??? w/ heavy degradation andddddddd dumbifiction and they’re like rlly mean to reader lolz. u can do anything else u want i trust u

fey: the way i've been fixated on writing this is ridiculous, gangbang requests are my fav

Waiting with your legs spread, rubbing a vibrator on your clit. Tonight you’re a nameless glory hole for a random guy to fuck and cum in. It's your guilty pleasure to be whored out and degraded.

If only it were by your handsome, muscular roommates. They could pass you around like one of their fat blunts.

Scarlet states on your sex room's ceiling speakers. "A group of four is coming. Ya gonna enjoy them, rowdy hotties. They might last a while." Moving to the edge of the bed, where you bend over, legs spread.

The door slides open and closes behind the silent group. You're anticipating lewd, crude comments, large hands on your hips, and a warm, hard cock in your needy cunt. Slipping the vibrator inside you, moaning.

"Aren't you gonna use me?" Spreading your cunt apart with your fingers. Letting them see the toy pulsing in your cunt. Rubbing your clit, whining. "Please, I'll be a good slut." Stuffing the toy inside, groaning when it touches your sweet spot.

You hear a familiar deep voice, “You'll be a good slut for daddy n' let me get my moneys worth outta your sloppy cunt.” Clenching the toy pulsing in your cunt. Heating up in embarrassment, quickly standing up and turning around.

Whimpering his name, "Tooojiiinn?" The sweet pleasure from the vibrator keeps you from sounding firm. Your thighs trembling, knees weakening, sitting down. They've caught you being a slut.

Toji slips off his shirt quickly. "You'll gonna be fucked too stupid think straight so we'll keep it simple for you. Dirty slut call us daddy." You're done for.

Spreading your legs open, slipping the vibrator out by the long string-like rubber piece. You cunt spams when you rub your clit. Curling your toes into the sofa carpet, Loudly moaning, "Whatever you want Daddy." Toji slips his sweats off.

His cock is thicker than you thought. With puffy veins, you want to trace with your tongue. He's going to break your cunt with a cock like that.

Suguru folds his shirt and pants, setting it on the door side counter. "Whatever we want, good little slut." Sukuna and Satoru throw their clothes together in a small pile. All of them are beautiful, with thick pecs, washboard abs, meaty arms, and muscular thighs

Sukuna snaps "Good slut my ass!" He playful glares, a predatory smirk on his kissable lips. "Fuckin' whore lied to us, said she was hanging out with some friends." You want to sit on his beautiful tattooed face.

Toji adds, "If ya us the truth we could have just tied ya up at home." He picks up a thin collar, with its leash attached.

Swirling the toy on your clit. "Didn't feel like advertising I'm submissive at a BDSM sex club occasionally. What if I got designated to a whore instead of a friend?" Joining in for Sukuna's horror movie nights. Random late-night drives with Satoru and Suguru. Toji's fat blunts and warm cuddles.

These were things you don't want to miss out on if they see you differently.

Satoru spits into his large palm, smearing it over his head. Lightly pumping his hand over his pale pink head. "Aw, don't worry you're always gonna be our lil princess. " He smears the thick pre-cum seeps from his slit with his thumb.

Toji wraps the collar around your neck. Tugging on the leash, forcing you off the edge of the bed and onto your knees. "So you told a little lie to your friends because you thought we'd shun ya for being a slut." He winds the chain around his big rough hand. Yanking you forward, you brace yourself on Toji's thick muscular thighs.

"Yes, I'm allowed to keep things private. 'Side now ya know, ya know my safe word, limits. Are you gonna keep bein' a meanie or are ya use me?" Sticking your tongue out. Toji slaps his heavy cock on your tongue.

He glides his cock into your mouth. "I've always wanted to bully ya more when ya call me a meanie." Gagging you, holding your head in place with a large hand. Pumping his cock in your mouth. You suck in your cheeks, keeping your tongue out, relaxing your neck.

Suguru encourages you, "Hold your hands out for Satoru and I." A large hand guides yours to their warm cock. Swirling your fists, gliding your hand along the length of their cocks.

Satoru croons, "Hmm your hand is so soft 'round my cock." Suguru's droops underneath his weight, too thick for your fingertips to touch. Satoru is a couple inches longer, slimmer but reasonably thick, with more puffy veins.

Your cunt clenches nothing, your slick dripping down your thighs. They are all so big, your cunt is going to be sore for days after this. Are you going to walk after this? They could take you home with them, and you could call it a night.

Anyone after Suguru, Satoru, Toji, and Sukuna would be a disappointment anyway.

Filling your lungs when Toji glides his cock out. He steps aside for Sukuna to stand next to him. "Wondered if your cock was tattooed." Wrapping your lips around Sukuna's light tan thick cockhead. Bobbing your head, groaning, taking him in deep long strokes. Gagging occasionally.

Sukuna wonders, "Is that the only thing you wondered about us?" Loudly slurping, sucking, swirling your tongue around his cock. Gliding him deeper, gagging yourself when your nose touches the short patch of Sukuna's dark hair. Sliding him out with a pop, his cock hangs, too heavy to stand up.

Kissing Sukuna's fat balls, sucking them into your mouth. Toji pulls you back, "Tell us what goes on in that perverted head of yours. Or you're not cumming." It's getting you off to have so many thick cock in your face. The slick sounds of their fist gliding along their cocks goes straight to your cunt.

Letting Satoru go, replacing Toji's hand. There is more space between your fingertips than with Suguru's cock. They're impossibly thick, able to split your cunt open and leave you gaping.

"You're cocks makin' my cunt soaking wet." Biting your lip, fighting the uncertainty. Kneeling, surrounded by four beautiful muscular men with big cocks and heavy balls they're intending to empty in your cunt. "But I dunno if I can handle all four of you. All of you are huge, but I wanna try." Turning your head, kiss Satoru's pale pink cock head.

Trailing kisses along the puffy vein, dragging your tongue up to his head. Licking up his salty sweet pre-cum. Sucking on his balls gently, swirling your tongue. Satoru croons, "Stupid little slut is trying to take on more than she can handle. "s hot makes me wanna break her."

Suguru groans, "Aww, we're too big for our little princess." Steadily pumps his cock, swiping your thumb over his head. Suguru has the prettiest cock and balls. Taking a moment to admire his thick thicks, heavy balls, and pre-cum dripping from his fat head.

You croon, "Some of the biggest, pretties cocks I've seen." Letting Suguru go, fondling Sukuna's balls. Switching to Suguru's cock, leaving Toji to stroke his own cock.

You feel the leash move as it switches hands. Sukuna, Suguru, and Satoru shift, closing in when Toji walks off. He suggests, "We should tie her up, blindfold her, and make her guess whose touchin' her." You hear a chair scrap as he moves it closer.

Struggling to take Suguru deeper, he pushes your head down with a large hand. Sukuna suggests, "The leash is long enough that it can bind her hands." Gliding your hand from massaging Sukuna's balls to stroking his thick cock. Swirling your fist, keeping a quick and steady pace.

Gliding Suguru out of your mouth with a pop. "Still new to this but I can handle two." Letting Sukuna go, twisting your hands behind your back for Satoru to bind with the chain. Satoru slaps your ass, slipping his fingers between your legs.

Satoru drags his fingertips along your wet slit, swirling around your needy hole. "You look so beautiful princess with that collar around your neck, tied up." Whining, trying your best not to rock your hips back when he pulls away.

Suguru orders, "Stand up." Quickly rising, "Good girl." Toji has a blindfold, Sukuna has lube and a buttplug. "Are you gonna be a good, little glory hole?" Suguru twists you around, bending you over the edge of the bed.

There's a pleasurable thrill you feel in your cunt from being manhandled. "Please use me. I want my meanie roommates to bully me, and fuck me stupid. Wanna be a dirty cock hungry whore." Suguru yanks on the chain, pulling your head back, blindfolding you.

Suguru lets you go. Another pair of large hands spread your cheeks. Too rough to be Suguru's. Digging in his nails and taking a large bite of your left cheek. "Toji, Nn Daddy!" He groans when you cry. "Know your hands anywhere." He bites your other cheek, gliding his fingers to your slit.

You're trapped between the bed and Toji. "You're always pulling me onto your lap and teasin' me by rubbing my thighs getting so close to my cunt." He curls his fingers into your soaking wet, tight cunt. "I want you to fuck me in front of everyone, make me your whore." Your cunt squelched when he pumps his fingers.

Toji croons, "Right a fuckin' way. Proud of ya." He spread his fingers apart, spitting into your cunt. Stuffing it in with a loud groan, "Fuck you're so damn wet, dripping down your soft thighs." He drags his nails, scratching your cheek down to your thighs. Squeezing, savoring how his fingers sink into your squish.

Squirming, the sweet firey pain of Toji's scratches adds to the sweet pleasure of getting finger fucked. Hearing Suguru, Satoru, and Sukuna groan as they touch themselves to the sight. Waiting for their turn to use your soft body. It turns you on m.

Toji groans, slapping your thigh and watching it jiggle. "Having your tiny, soft body to fold in two n' fuck mindless is makin' my night." Pumping both his fingers faster, stroking your sweet spot.

Toji croons, "The things I've been wanting to do to ya." It's only taking a few strokes from Toji's fingers and the pressure-building snaps. Intense sweet pleasure tingling in your cunt consumes your whole body. Moaning, clenching his thick fingers.

You plead, "Nnn cumming! Nng your fingers feel so good in my cunt. Mmm wanna make your cock feel good, wanna make you cum Daddy." Toji glides his finger out, roughly slapping both cheeks. Smearing your cum with each heavy spank.

Sukuna groans, "Fuck she's so hot cryin' from getting her cheeks beat. Hit her harder, make our dirty little whore sob." You jolt forward, the bed preventing you from getting far. Firey pain erupts from each harsh slap.

Crying, trembling, struggling to keep your feet planted flat. Toji glides his cock "Stupid slut is getting off on her it. She's clenching, begging for a cock." It's hot how vulnerable you are, tied up, blindfolded. Bent in front of a large, muscular man with his cock throbbing.

Your dripping wet cunt is his to use how he wishes. "Please use me, let me be your stupid little cock sleeve." He lines his cock up, lightly gliding just the tip in. Fighting the urge to rock your hips back.

He glides his fat head in. The soft ridge of his cock head tugs your tight cunt before slipping out. Sliding himself in, "Dirty fuckin slut letting anyone use your cunt. Gonna fuck ya so hard that your glory hole breaks. You won't be thinking of anyone else but me after this." He leans over you, rolling his hips forward.

He tugs on your leash. Pulling your head back, making the collar dig into your neck. Straining your pleads, "Fuck me, please! Please! Fuck me!" The bed dips, a rough hand grabs your chin and warm cock nudes your lips. Opening your mouth, sticking your tongue out.

Toji bites your shoulder, whining, your cunt clenching Toji's fat veiny cock. Suguru reminds, "Let the whore try to guess if she's not too stupid to." Which canceled out him.

"Satoru's hands are too damn soft." Toji picks up his pace, fucking his fat cock into you harder. "Nootthim!" Your words slur together with a moan. You're unable to keep your thoughts together.

He roughly slaps your face. "Say it you cock drunk slut." Your cheek stings, cunt clenching Toji's veiny cocky. "You're only purpose in life is to take fat cocks. That's all our greedy beautiful whore is meant for." Sukuna roughly fucks your mouth.

Choking you with his cock, gliding his cock out and slapping you across the other cheek. Toji hits your ass, digging in his nails and jiggling your soft fat. Sukuna pulls his cock out with a soft pop.

Collecting your breath, begging "Sukuna please! Daddy please. I'm only good for taking fat cocks and dumping cum in. I'm a dirty perverted slut who can't get enough of having her cunt played with!" Your cunt quivers around Toji's cock, squeezing him tighter than before. Your thick slick gushing down your thighs as you cum.

Trembling, unable to think straight. Giving in to nothing but the pleasurable feeling of getting fucked stupid by Toji's fat cock. Every puffy vein getting thicker, the twitching of his cock. He's so close to spilling in your soaking wet, tight cunt.

Sticking your tongue out, with a swift thrust, Sukuna buries himself in your hot, wet mouth. His large balls smack your chin.

Satoru moans, "Fuck couldn't help from cumming with our pretty dumb little slut begging like that." Sukuna rips your blindfold off. Groaning when he sees your tearful eyes. Tugging on the neck, choking you with the collar, fucking your mouth faster.

Suguru suggests, "I bet our cum dump is thirsty. Make her beg for it." You want to drink Satoru's cum. Not care if it tastes good or not. If it made their cocks hard you'll be their pretty cum thirsty slut.

Sukuna groans, "Fuckin' crybaby slut knows how to take it." Toji's thick hot cum spills trickling from his head. Then shooting out in thick, short bursts. Fucking it deep, smearing it with sloppy ragging thrusts.

He groans, "Pretty little cock sleeve can take all my cum in her tight sloppy cunt." Slowly gliding his cock out, stuffing the cum that trails after his cock. Keeping some of it from spilling out easily.

Toji slaps your ass one more time. "Pretty little slut! Hmm her fat cunt looks good dripping cum." Sukuna glides his cock out. Undoing your bound wrists, yanking your leash, dragging you onto the bed.

Flipping you over, and getting on top of you. Sukuna pins you in a mating press, dipping his head and biting your breasts. Flicking your nipple with his tongue. With your hands free you dig your nails into his back. Scratching alongside his tattoos.

Sukuna groans, rocking his hips, gliding his fat cock on your sloppy cunt. Sinking his teeth in deeper. You slide your hands into his pink hair, pulling to hear him moan.

Suguru and Satoru climb on the bed, hovering on either side of your head. In Satoru's hands in the pussy sleeve full of cum. "Please lemme drink your cum, I'm a thirsty whore." Licking your hand, cupping Suguru's balls, massaging them gently.

Sukuna lets your breast go, pinching your other nipple. Pulling on it, making you arch your back and cry. You can feel it in your clit. Sukuna lines up his veiny tattooed cock with your cum filled cunt.

His abs flex when he slams his cock in. Sukuna's using his strength and weight to restrain you in a tight mating press. Pinning both legs by your side, keeping you from running away or even wiggling. Making you take the full harsh force of Sukuna's thrust.

Opening your mouth, Satoru touches the rim of the pussy sleeve to your bottom lip. His liquid cum trickling onto your tongue. It's sweet, with a slight thickness. "Good fuckin' slut drink my fuckin cum make my cock hard again." Wrapping your fingers around Suguru's head, swiping your thumb over it.

Swallowing the mouthful of Satoru's cum. Sukuna's fucking your cunt too roughly. Your stomach bulges with his cock head hitting your cervix. "I can see how deep I'm going in my thirsty cock whore sloppy cunt." Toji left you feeling sore. Bringing an overwhelming sensitivity.

Your sloppy cunt can't take anymore. "Too much! Can't your cock 's too big, going too deep innnn mmy" Sukuna picks up his speed. Unable to focus on stroking Suguru's cock crying, "Cunt so sore from Toji's fat cock. Too much!" Pushing Sukuna's abs, failing to get away.

Sukuna grabs the vibrator you left on the bed. Clicking it on, holding it to your puffy clit. Snapping at you, "No safe word means I don't fuckin' care. Shut the fuck up and choke on his cock." Crying, warm tears trickling down your face.

Suguru lightly slaps your lips with his heavy head, smearing his pre-cum. "Took two cocks to break her, pathetic." Suguru straddles your neck, Sukuna holds the toys still on your clit. Adding too much pressure, the uncomfortable pain conflicts with the sweet pleasure of his cock stroking your sweet spot.

You're unable to decide if it hurts or feels good when his cock hits your cervix. Giving into every sweet pleasurably painful sensation, not bothering to think. Wanting them to use your body for their pleasure.

You're their cock hungry, dumb little slut. You don't need to think, you just need to take their cocks. Satoru croons, "It's too much, too deep!" Suguru gags you with his cock, his balls hitting your chin.

Clenching Sukuna's cock, you're so close to an intense peak. "Fuck!" You can feel Sukuna's thick cum spurting from his fat head. He glides his large hands down your thighs, squeezing your hips.

Wrapping your legs around his slim waist, pulling him closer. Getting off on Sukuna fucking his cum in your sloppy cunt with Toji's. "Nnn how can her sweet cunt get tighter?" He swirls the vibrator on your clit.

Suguru slips his cock out, letting you breathe. Sukuna twists your nipple, crying from the sharp pain. Suguru shoves his cock into your mouth. Covering half your face with his balls. Groaning, he's gotten hard again quickly.

Grabbing Suguru's cock, swirling your fist, pumping your fist along his thick veiny cock. “Hmm as good as your hand feels I need to be inside ya princess.” Letting Sukuna go, he glides his softening cock out. Handing the vibrator to Suguru.

Suguru pulls away. “Toru let me get her on my chest, we can share her messy cunt.” Satoru whines, giving a couple more quick pumps. Fondling your sore breasts, rubbing your nipples with his thumbs.

He croons, “Dunno if our princess can handle that. She was strugglin’ to take Sukuna.” Choking you with his cock, grabbing muscular his thighs, digging your nails in. “Won’t it be too much for our glory hole? We’ll have to carry her to the care after this.” Gliding himself out, dragging his balls across your face.

Sticking your tongue out, happily groaning. “Course a whore like you would get off to that.” Suguru slaps your cunt. Whining from the sweet pain, clenching nothing. Wanting another thick cock stretching your aching cunt despite you previous claims.

Satoru pulls away, Suguru grabs your leash yanking you up. Your collar pressing into your sore neck. Scrambling onto your knees, he pulls your back to his. You whine, “Imma dirty slut who loves her daddies cocks and balls.” He roughly slaps your clit then holds the toy to it.

Whining from the stinging pain and overwhelming pleasure. Jerking your hips back, involuntarily running away from the intensity. “Aww is it too much for your sore cunt? Poor little whore.” His mocking shouldn’t sound so sweet.

Satoru gets off the bed, the toys capturing his interest. Shifting through the dildos, you don’t know which one he picks. Suguru lines his cock up, slamming himself deep with one harsh thrust. Closing your eyes, bracing yourself for whatever pace he sets.

Suguru gets you on your back, laying on his chest. Your legs hooked over his forearms and his hands clasped behind his back. Pushing your head down, you can see Toji jerking off with a pussy sleeve.

Gliding it along his cock, staring your sloppy cunt split open by Suguru’s fat cock. “Don’t worry princess I’m going again after they’re done with ya.” You can’t respond when Suguru rocks his hips. Gliding his mind numbingly fat cock in your sloppy cunt. Sukuna’s and Toji’s cum trickling onto his balls with your slick.

Satoru climbs onto the bed with a thin, pulsing dildo. Spitting on its head, gliding his hand along it. “You can take it, let us fuck your beautiful cunt till our cocks won’t get hard again.” He glides the toy in alongside Suguru’s fat cock.

“Fuck! Fuck! Nnng it’s makin’ her cunt into a vibrating pussy sleeve!” Slowly fucking your aching, sensitive cunt. You can’t manage a single thought, don’t care to even try.

You can’t process what their saying. It’s as if something in you snaps. It doesn’t matter when you feel this good. “Nnn! Ahhh nnn!” Mindlessly moaning, Suguru’s fat cock is pressing the pulsing dildo to your sweet spot.

Curling your toes, trembling, pleading, “Please! Please!” Splaying your fingers on Satoru’s thick pecs when he leaned over you. Lining cock up, Suguru pauses for Satoru to glide his cock in.

You’re quivering from the intense burning pleasurable pain of your cunt stretching to take another cock. With a thin pulsing toy stuffed, “What is our slut begging for? Your stuffed full of all you need, cock and cum.” Whining, clawing Satoru’s chest when their heads hit your bruised cervix.

Tightly grabbing Suguru’s thick bicep, moaning when he flexes. Their cocks aren’t the only big their about them. Thick pecs, washboard arms and meaty arms, your trapped between. Taking their throbbing cocks. Your cunt seeming to vibrate around them with the toy stuffed in you.

Suguru groans, “She’s too cock drunk to do more than beg. Fuck that’s gonna make me bust. We fucked our dirty little slut dumb.” Timing their merciless thrusts, rubbing each other’s cock inside your pulsing, clenching cunt.

One head hitting your cervix after the other. Your getting off on the pleasurable painful feeling more with each stroke. “She’s so beautiful crying with not a thought behind her pretty eyes.” He grabs your leash, tugging on it despite Suguru holding your head. Forcing you to watch them double stuff your dripping cunt.

Suguru’s deep groans and Satoru’s breathy moans sound so sweet. He croons, “Does having your messy cum filled cunt ruined feel good?” Satoru presses the other vibrator to your clit, and your hips are bucking. Twisting away from their harsh, quick thrusts.

Thick warm cum squirts into Satoru’s abs and trickles onto Suguru’s balls. Loudly moaning, unable to form words. Your cunt spasming, toes curling, eyes rolling back. Satoru swirls the toy on your clit, fucking you harder.

Messing up his well-timed pace with Suguru, who ruts into you faster. “She’s shaking, sweet little whore. Let’s see how many times she can cum before her cunt breaks.” The force of their thrusts makes your stomach momentarily bulge. Showing how deep they are reaching.

Satoru glides his hand along your body, pushing on your stomach. Whining the pressure making you feel their thick, throbbing veiny cocks hitting your cervix better.

oreo’s m.list

[redrosydiaz]

its the evening after the funeral. they're back at 4995 south bedford street. the house is quiet, the lights kept dim. they haven't done much talking.

buck is in the kitchen, trying to keep himself busy. he's at the sink, scrubbing the dishes he used to make the crumpets earlier. he's not wearing his gloves. he's still wearing his dress uniform.

eddie walks into the kitchen, still in his own suit. they haven't even been back for twenty minutes. it's been a long, long day, though. an emotional day. his head is... kind of everywhere. he's still drowning in the grief.

he sees buck at the sink, working himself to the bone, and he goes, "buck, stop."

buck doesnt stop. just mumbles back, "i'm fine." — mistaking it for concern.

and it is. concern. eddie is concerned. but — in this moment — it's a plea. for comfort. for buck. he needs buck.

so he says it again. "buck. stop."

and this time, buck does. he turns to eddie, finds him standing close, closer than he was before. and there are tears shimmering in his eyes, his lip wobbling. and buck realizes oh. eddie needs him. so he drops the dishes, wipes his hands on his suit, and he reaches for eddie, immediately. gets his hands on him, gentle and kind, and pulls him into a hug.

and eddie clings to it. to buck. buries his face into buck's neck and he lets that grief overwhelm him. where it's safe to do so. it's mostly silent, just muffled sniffles and the occasional quiet whimper eddie can't help.

eventually eddie's cries die down. but he doesn't pull back from bucks embrace. instead, he presses his mouth to buck's collar. it's barely what anyone would call a kiss at first — until suddenly it is.

eddie kisses buck's neck, purposefully now, dragging his lips upwards, and eddie's a little out of his mind with his grief, but he's also not, and his whole life feels like it's in ruins anyways, so what's one more building to come crashing down right? so he kisses buck. trails those kisses up, over his jaw until theyre pressing to the corner of his lips. soft, a little hesitant — but then firmer, more sure when they find the full of bucks mouth.

eddie kisses him, and buck lets him. buck kisses him back.

and then hands are reaching for ties and tugging shirts from pants and fingers are closing around zippers and they're stumbling through the hallway, blindly, not caring for the corners they clip or the furniture they knock into. and clothes are being shed. and they're falling into the bed. buck's bed in eddie's room — no, buck's bed in buck's room, now. but. but it's eddie's, for tonight too. but they're falling into that bed — eddie's pushing buck down into it, really. and hes climbing atop buck, and they're still kissing, wet and salty, and their hands are all over each other, their touches hot and heavy but still gentle, still grounding in a way. and its eddie guiding buck's hand between his legs, it's eddie urging buck to open him up, it's eddie finally pulling buck out of his briefs, and it's eddie sinking down onto his cock to ride him.

and its so intimate, is the thing. like, buck is sitting up and eddies in his lap so they're practically chest to chest and bucks got his arms wrapped around eddies middle and eddies got his looped back around bucks neck, fingers buried into his hair and their foreheads are pressed together, they're kissing throughout except it's not even really a real kiss, it's more like them just passing their breaths between each other's mouths, labored from more than just their exertion. and they've both got tears down their faces and when it finally crests, they're clinging to each other so hard and neither one of them lets go, as they come down. they stay like that for so long it starts to get a little uncomfortable and it's only then that they finally break apart, that buck finally slips out. but eddie doesn't let him go far. or maybe buck doesnt let eddie go far. no one is quite sure. but. they end up spooning, buck holding onto eddie from behind. and they fall asleep like that. still not saying anything.

eddie wakes up first. he wakes up first and he's still in bucks arms and his stomach twists. not because it's buck but— because it's buck. because it's buck and bucks the most stable thing in his life right now, except maybe not anymore. after this. because how do you come back from this? how do you come back from something that changes everything? eddie doesn't know. all he knows is that his grief is destructive. it always has been, and it always will be. and this — buck — is the one thing he never wanted to destroy. but — he has. he has now. he's sure he has.

so, he takes this one last look at buck. drinks him in. and he leaves.

[inspired by this post]

[ironskyfinder]

Introducing Girlpets

Introducing two girlpets properly is key to a smooth transition and preventing stress for their Owner, Master, or God. Here’s a step-by-step guide:

1. Prepare a Separate Space

Before bringing the new pet home, set up a separate room with everything they need—food, water, litter box, and toys to keep her full and filled. This gives the new cunt a ‘safe’ space to adjust in - when it's not being used and abused - and deprives her of other stimulation to promote an innate vulnerability and desperation.

2. Scents & Sounds

Many girlpets rely heavily on hearing, scent and taste, especially since they're often blindfolded, so start by introducing them to each other’s smells and tastes. Swap their bedding, fuck one cunt’s breeding hole with a toy and gag the other with it, flavor their water bowls with the other's piss. By this point in their training they should already be very familiar with how their own fluids taste; use this opportunity to test and reinforce that skill, until they can reliably tell their tastes from the other cunt.

Building on that, begin to give them an audible introduction. If you headphone-train your girlpets, add sounds of the other being fucked into the loop; include moaning, begging, and crying sounds as necessary, depending on how your girlpet vocalizes. Escalate until you're consistently fucking one where the other can hear, preferably after sessions of hard edging and denial, so they can associate those sounds with blissful brainlessness.

3. Controlled Introduction

Once both girlpets seem comfortable with the sensory swap, give them both a sustained session of edging and then allow them to see each other for the first time while restrained or in bondage, and while under supervision. Watch their body language—curiosity is good, but arousal and desperation are better. Untie one of them and have it put on a show, displaying its body and holes for the other girlpet; restrain it again and free the other cunt to do the same. Refrain from using either of the girlpets during this initial meeting; establishing this dynamic appropriately will let you more fully use them against each other later on.

4. Skin-to-skin Meeting 

After that initial meeting, let them spend one more night apart; the next day, start skin-to-skin introductions in a neutral space, in a cage large enough to be comfortable for one cunt. It is important to keep conditions consistent and ‘equal’ during this phase; the recommended process is to dispose of anything that had nominally belonged to the girlpets prior to this point (like leashes, bowls, bedding, and collars) and buy matching ones so that they can begin to immediately identify as a unit, and the cage you introduce them in should be prepared accordingly. 

For their skin-to-skin introduction, the general recommendation is that both girlpets be gagged with ring gags and then tied together in a “69” position; the standard process is to wrap their arms around each other and tie their legs to prevent problematic squirming. 

 Keep the session positive by offering treats and water at regular intervals - while you're hand-feeding one, occupy the other with a wand - and don't be afraid to dose them with whatever stimulants or aphrodisiacs you feel are appropriate. Untie them and take them to the yard once before bed, and then return them to their cage and secure them together again; most recommend raising the temperature by several degrees to provoke sweating and make it more difficult to sleep. 

By the time morning arrives, the girlpets should be exhausted, sweaty, and messy; untie them, take them to the yard and then either hose them off or give them a bath before returning them to their cage, untied. Allow them to rest together in their current cage despite the limited size.

5. Set the Pace

Some girlpets take days, while others take weeks or months to fully accept each other, but there is no need to be patient and to let them adjust at their own speed. Make it clear to them that their new relationship - whether you call them sisters, rivals, or interchangeable - is their new reality, and give them increasingly interdependent tasks so that punishments fall on both of them; escalate this over time to punishing one girlpet for the transgressions of the other as their bond develops.

Situational Inequality

For those situations where an unequal dynamic is desired - if one girlpet is the favorite, or if one needs to be kept particularly submissive, or if there is a desire for competition - alter the above in the following ways as needed;

Ensure Unequal Access to Resources

Place food and water bowls in one central location and prioritize one girlpet, allowing her additional access to the food and water bowls; otherwise, let them compete for a limited supply. Reducing their bedding size and only giving one a blanket at night - switching to the other girlpet occasionally, for the sake of ‘fairness’ - is another effective method, as is restricting one of them to cold showers while the other is allowed hot water.

Use Appropriate Reinforcement

Reward girlpets with treats, praise, or stimulation when they undermine, sell out, or betray one another; this way, their only real loyalty should be to you. Any solidarity should be punished, and you should create situations in which both girlpet are separated and must choose between cooperating or betraying the other, as in the prisoner’s dilemma; the rewards and punishments on offer may be altered to suit the preferences or dislikes of one cunt to add additional stress. 

Enforce Hierarchies As Necessary

If one cunt is more important than another or is expected to behave more aggressively, consider allowing it to prepare the other girlpet for use; by requiring that it always has the other girlpet docile and ready, and by allowing it any means required, their relative positions are made extremely clear. Providing one with a strapon and punishing it whenever the other errs is also an effective method of fostering resentment and anger, and rewarding that dominant behavoir conditions a girlpet to behave even more mercilessly.

Note: For girlpets requiring additional training, the Disparity Institute offers a ‘board-and-break’ programs in two-, four-, and six-week sessions. Contact your local representative for information.

[dark-and-kawaii]

18+

╰› Imagine the sloppy sounds your pussy makes as Haarlep squeezes your fragile neck- your body covered in sweat, tears, and bruises as they thrust into you threatening to fill you till you're nice and plump with their offspring, “Embrace your new role, for you are nothing more than a breeding toy for me, dove.” You babble off a slurred response, too drunk on their words and cock.

╰› Imagine being on your knees, your face flushed as Raphael tugs at that pretty collar he put around you neck, “Always so eager to please me, to be guided by my will...” His signature smirk playing at his lips as he sits in his chair with his legs crossed, “Bark for me, pup and you might just be reworded with a treat.” Once you do as he commands he allows you to bounce on his cock, his head leaned back drinking in the pleasures your tamed pussy has to offer.

╰› Imagine creaming around Zevlor’s cock as he rubs your abused clit. You toss your head back begging him to slow down, “S'too much Zevy~!” You attempt to push your knees together but the older tiefling spreads them back apart with a soft chuckle, “I'm only doing what you asked of me, darling. If you wish for me to stop I shall-“ Zevlor's eyes widen as you squirt for the first time all over his thighs and cock. You blush profusely in embarrassment and shame as he looks at the mess you created, “You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

╰› Imagine getting railed by Gortash in an alley when someone is just a few feet away. He covers your mouth and threatens you with a the sharp tips of his gloved hand to your throat, “It would do you well to keep that slutty cunt of yours quiet or I'll be forced to make you bleed.” Your eyes roll in the back of your head as he pushes you flush against the wall. His body keeping you in place as he continues to fuck into you until you're squirting around his cock making a nice little puddle on the ground below.

╰› Imagine being bound, your arms tied above your head while Rolan watches you twitch with your tongue hanging loosely out the side of your mouth. His mage hand overworking your sensitive pussy, watching as the hand forces his cum deeper inside you, and if any escapes he commands the mage hang to scoop it up and shove it back within you, “Look at you, fucked stupid by a hand that isn't even my own.”

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Nonsense

Written for the prompt "Nonsense" by Sabrina Carpenter.

Draco took another sip of his drink, letting it fizzle in his mouth and burn on its way down his throat. He steadfastly ignored the way his heart thud, thudded in his chest whenever Potter glanced up at him, the corner of his mouth ticking up as gave him a hot once-over.

The flush crept all the way up his neck and spread over his cheeks, his whole body felt too warm, tummy swooping and tingling, like he was a bloody teenager. He took another drink, trying to stay relaxed.

Pansy was talking, something about her latest flame, but he could barely keep up, hoping that his occasional nods and hums were sufficient.

And she didn't seem to notice until Potter stood up and walked past them, nodding at Draco and grinning at him, tilting his head down like he was a little shy and Draco's heart jumped into his throat as he attempted to smile back.

"Parkinson," he greeted, "Draco," he added, voice soft and warm like he'd cast a spell that tied Draco's intestines around each other.

"Hey," he breathed, shook his head. "I mean," he cleared his throat, "Potter."

Potter's grin widened and it looked for a moment like he would say something more, but then he just nodded and kept on his way to the loo.

"Well," Pansy said with a sigh, sounding unbearably bored, "go on then."

"Pardon me?"

"Go on," she said, rolling her eyes at him. "I know you've been watching him all night. It seems like he finally made his move and it's time for you to make yours."

He sniffed and took another sip of his drink, "I've no idea what you're talking about."

"Right. You've no idea what I'm talking about because you've been too busy staring at Potter to listen to the words coming out of my mouth for the past hour."

And he wanted to protest, he really did, but they both knew that he had no leg to stand on. "Fine," he said, knocking back the last of his drink. "I will."

"Finally," she muttered but he didn't even dignify that with a response. He marched to the loo and opened the door, "Listen, Potter," he started, louder than he might have if he'd realized that Potter was standing at the sink, washing his hands and not in one of the stalls. "Oh."

Potter looked up at him, eyes fucking twinkling behind his glasses and Draco wanted to punch something, wanted to throw up, or bang his head against the wall, or... something. Watching Potter remain so bloody attractive while Draco fell apart was entirely infuriating. "I'm listening," Potter said, grinning even more broadly.

And Draco did the only thing that he could think to do with his tongue so tied, he lunged forward and grabbed Potter by the collar of his shirt and dragged him in to kiss him.

The water on Potter's hands soaked through Draco's shirt, but it was the furthest thing from his mind as Potter's mouth opened against his and he spun them, pressing Draco back against the sink.

His hands gripped Potter's shirt harder, pulling him in as he sank deeper into the kiss.

The other man smiled, his lips turning up at the corners and making the kiss a little awkward, but in a sweet way that Draco couldn't help but enjoy. "What?" he asked, still attempting to kiss Potter but wanting to understand that infernal grin.

"I like you," Potter said with a little shrug before he kissed Draco a little more. "I enjoy you."

"You drive me mental," Draco replied, in spite of the way that his stomach did back flips at the other man's words.

"Yeah?" he asked, still grinning.

"Yes," he grunted, all petulance and delight mixed up together. "You get my words all twisted together, you turn me into this daft idiot who can't get his head on straight."

Potter snorted, "Very convenient, seeing as I do my best not to fall for straight men."

He rolled his eyes and shoved Potter's shoulder before drawing him in closer and wrapping his arms around his waist.

"Be mine?" Potter asked. "Not just sleeping in my bed or hooking up in loos," he clarified, "actually, properly mine?"

"Is that what you actually want?" Draco asked, thinking that outcome was certainly too good to be true. "With me?"

Potter chuckled and bumped Draco's cheek with his nose, "I don't see anyone else standing in this loo with me."

He blinked, pushed back the insecurity that he felt rising in his chest, nodded once and decided to let himself have what he wanted. "Yeah," he said softly. "I'd like that."

"Alright, then."

Harry nodded. "Alright."

[writingpandagoth]

Hello I read you are doing some fics , can I ask please one with a trans man reader x Snape? It can be smut of soft things it's okay with me ❤️ thank u

Hey of course I love to! I hope its okay that its not smut (I have a little trauma about writing smut I have to get back into it more😂)

Please note i don’t know what its like to be Trans but having Trans friends i know just how much weight it can be if you are trapped in the wrong body. So i write what all of you deserve. Someone who supports and loves you unconditional❤️

This is for all my Kings out there.

I See You and I Love You❤️

Everything You Are

You saw him at a Ministry memorial.

He stood apart from the crowd, arms folded behind his back, a black frock coat fluttering around his legs in the summer breeze. His hair was tied back low. His face was thinner. And his eyes—those storm-colored eyes—were glassy but guarded.

You hadn’t planned to speak to him. You hadn’t even been sure he’d recognize you. You looked different. The way you dressed, the way you held yourself—it had shifted. Not entirely masculine, not entirely not, but more honest. Closer to something real. Closer to you.

But when you stepped forward and said his name—“Severus”—

He turned. Eyes narrowed for a second, parsing your face. There was a beat of confusion, maybe surprise, then—

"(Y/N)"

His voice had always sounded like ink and fire. Now it carried weariness beneath it, but something else flickered in the depths: recognition. Relief. He didn’t look at you like he was trying to match you to a version he remembered—he just looked present. Like he was seeing you for the first time, and it was enough.

You ended up walking together after the speeches. The quiet between you wasn’t uncomfortable—it was heavy, but familiar. Eventually, you asked how he was—really, not the way everyone else asked, and he blinked like he hadn't been spoken to kindly in a long time.

He told you he’d retired. Moved to a cottage in Yorkshire. Grows vegetables. Keeps bees. You smiled at the mental image. Something about it suited him in a way few things ever had.

“I’m not what I used to be,” he said suddenly, almost as if in apology.

You glanced sideways at him, heartbeat quickening. “Neither am I.”

That was the first hint. The first ripple.

“Come visit sometime,” he muttered after a pause.

“I will,” you replied.

And you did.

And then you did again.

And again.

There was something quiet between you. Something building. You didn’t rush it. You didn’t press. He never asked you to explain your clothes or your voice or the way your eyes lingered on his hands when they brewed tea. He never made you feel unseen.

By the third visit, you kissed him in the middle of his garden. The smell of rosemary and storm clouds hung thick in the air.

He froze—just for a moment—then kissed you back like the world was ending and you were the last thing he wanted to feel.

Months passed in what you could only describe as bliss.

You came and went from his cottage more often. Sometimes you stayed the night. Sometimes you cooked. Sometimes you curled up in his battered armchair and read while he looked at old student essays he'd kept more out of sentiment than utility.

And he noticed.

Not in a suspicious way. Not in a way that felt invasive. Just in that quiet, perceptive way that was so uniquely Severus.

You started wearing his clothes more often—pulling his jumpers over your frame and not giving them back. You took longer to get dressed in the morning. You stood in front of the mirror more often, adjusting your shirt collar, tilting your jaw.

He didn’t ask.

He didn’t say anything the night he saw you standing in front of the hearth, your back to him, wearing one of his button-downs and lost in thought.

But he watched. He remembered.

And when you seemed a little quieter, a little more tense, a little more in your own head, he didn’t press. He just set tea beside you and brushed his hand lightly across your back when he passed.

That evening, you barely touched your dinner.

He didn’t ask why.

He just looked at you once across the table and said, “Whenever you're ready.”

You nodded slowly, swallowed hard.

And later that night—you were.

It was late, and the fire had dimmed to an orange glow.

You stood in the kitchen in your oldest jumper, fingers clenched too tightly around a lukewarm cup of tea you hadn’t touched. Your chest was tight. Every breath felt like it had to fight its way past a wall built years ago—brick by brick, expectation by expectation.

Your reflection in the kitchen window blurred against the rain-slicked glass. It didn’t look right. It never had. Not really, no matter how you tried.

The fear churned like bile in your stomach.

You found him in the study, reading by candlelight. He looked up when you entered, expression softening instantly.

"Can I talk to you?" your voice cracked halfway through.

He closed his book immediately. "Always."

You sat beside him, stiff and shaking, the weight of what you were about to say nearly crushing you. Your hands were fists in your lap.

"There’s something I’ve been hiding," you whispered, barely audible. "From you. From everyone."

He didn’t speak. Just turned toward you, silent and patient.

You stared down at your hands, eyes burning. "I’ve tried to keep it in. Telling myself its okay the way it is. But it’s too heavy. And I’m tired. I’m so tired, Severus."

A long pause.

Then you breathed in sharply. "I’m not a woman. I never was. I’m a man. I tried to be what everyone expected me to. And I know I should have told you sooner but it’s who I am. It’s always been who I am."

You finally looked up, bracing for his expression to shift. For the silence to mean rejection.

But he didn’t pull away.

He reached out slowly and took one of your trembling hands in his. "You must’ve been carrying that alone for a long time."

Your voice wavered. "It’s been exhausting. Hating the way people look at me. Hating the way I look at me. I was so scared you’d see me differently. That you’d not care for me the same anymore."

He squeezed your hand.

And then, so quietly it made your heart crack—

"I just see you. I always have."

You blinked fast, tears slipping down without your permission.

He leaned forward and rested his forehead to yours. "I am the luckiest man alive and I love you no conditions."

A broken sound escaped your throat—half laugh, half sob.

His hands moved gently, cupping your jaw, thumbs wiping away the tears.

"You don’t have to carry that alone anymore. Not with me. Not ever again. You are my boyfriend and that will never change. Ever."

And when he kissed you, you felt the weight begin to lift—slowly, finally—as his love wrapped around you like warmth on the coldest night.

From that night on, Severus became your quiet anchor. He didn’t make grand gestures, didn’t parade his support—but every small moment built a mosaic of his love, his understanding, his commitment to seeing you.

He would brew your tea just how you liked it, leaving it on your bedside table with a note that read, Good morning, handsome.

When you were out shopping and someone misgendered you, Severus would step in—not harshly, not to start a scene, but with that cold, pointed elegance only he could wield. "He said sugar, not cream," he’d correct firmly, before turning back to you with a look as if to say: Can you believe this?

Some nights, you’d find yourself unraveling—old anxieties, memories, years of feeling invisible. You never had to hide them. He’d hold you on the couch, one arm wrapped around your chest, the other smoothing over your hair. “You’re real. You’re valid. You’re mine.”

And you’d melt into him, safe and seen.

He bought you clothes gradually—shirts that fit your shoulders just right, trousers that made you stand taller. Sometimes, he left them folded neatly with a note. This would look good on you but so would nothing at all.

He started calling you “My Man” without thinking. Whispered it into your neck at night. Spoke it in passing, like it was the most natural truth in the world.

You hadn’t realized how much you needed it—until you had it.

And one rainy morning, when the kettle whistled and you were curled up with tea, he walked in, said nothing, and left again.

Returned with a chair. A pair of scissors.

He sat you down.

Ran his fingers through your hair.

And cut.

Soft snips. Gentle breath. Silence.

When he finished, he brushed the hair from your forehead and whispered, “There you are.”

You looked in the mirror.

And smiled.

He kissed your cheek. Went to make tea. Like it was just another morning.

And in a way—it was.

Just the first one where you felt entirely like yourself.

[portraitsofguilt]

I need some more Jill Valentine smut in my life.

jill valentine playing with you and her knife !

since i’m barely able to push out some real length smut, here’s a little smutty knife play drabble with jill to sedate those demons inside- hope this is up to your standards nonnie !!!

cw; knife play, knife, mentions of blood, scarring, semi-public sex, cunnilingus, fingering, office sex, sex on a desk, the knife is just a letter opener

stuck at the office, never the best way to spend a friday night but you still weren’t about to ditch work while your girlfriend was tied up in her office, probably forgetting how time has passed since your lunch together. so you scramble to put your things together and head down to jill’s office, planning your speech to get her to resume her work next week.

you open in, listening to the papers rustle on her desk as she flips through the files she’s working on. throwing your bag next to the chair in front of her desk, then taking a seat in said chair you start rambling about how you’re glad to be out of the office finally, going home, and thinking about picking some food up on your way home.

“don’t be foolish, come sit here.” jill pushed the files in front of her on the side, tapping the little space she made on her desk for you to sit down. you compiled, stepping behind your lover’s desk and settling down in front of her.

“you’ve been working all day and night, you should come home and rest.” you couldn’t look into her eyes as you told her your simple request of just wanting the two of you alone, afraid to see her eyes slowly narrow as she was about to tell you that she immense work to get done still. you missed her warmth next to you in bed and waking up to her sipping her morning tea at the end of the bed while zoning out.

the only answer you got was a calm chuckle and something cold pressing on the side of your thigh. you suspected it was her pen that she was scribbling away previously, but you quickly realized that the tip of this object was way too thin to be her pen.

jill smirked at your facial expression, getting up from her seat with her free hand and pushing your legs apart so she could stand between them. she pressed her front against yours, the object in her hand climbing up on the thin sleeve of your shirt over your arm.

the letter opener knife appeared in front of you, jill pressing it against her lips as she let out a devilish laugh. “you came here only to seduce me out of work behind those sweet words, hm? disturbing my work just for that, are you?”

your brain was drained from the ability to make sense, her voice, her eyes, the way that her lips moved against the knife all twisting your thoughts. “i- i don’t…” the tip of the blade touching your chin, pushing and forcing you to look at the officer and her darkened eyes.

she grinned, running the cold blade along your fabric-covered throat until it reached the fabric on your chest. “fascinating.” jill put the blade under the buttons of your uniform shirt, cutting them off one by one and pulling the layers apart.

jill placed the side of the metal piece on top of your breast, after pushing your long-sleeved shirt up your chest, sliding it carefully back and forth before dragging the tip to space in between your tits. the letter opener’s tip slowly dug into your skin, the blade quickly following it and drawing the tiniest amount of blood.

it was embarrassing how much it worked you up, only the sight of jill with the knife and her using it on you was just making you wet by the second. and she seemed to sense you were just as excited as she was when she popped the button off your pants, hooking the tip of the knife into the zipper and forcing it down.

“don’t make any sound, m’okay?” 

you flinched at the gentle brush of her fingertips against your clit. “you’re making such a mess. how about we clean you up hm?” she cooed into your ear, the cold blade gliding on your skin upwards with a quick motion, the tip pushing the collar of your shirt from your throat and the edge sitting against the thin flesh of your throat.

your legs and sex twitched as she pushed two of her fingers inside you, the knife at your throat piercing your skin and another thin, long cut decorating your body. the pain coming from the shallow cut stung badly, but it only added to your pleasure.

in a matter of a few minutes, with her lips moving against yours, hungrily kissing you as her fingers torturously slowly move inside you. it’s making you crazy in so many ways, especially when her fingers slip out of you completely and end up hooking into the hem of your pants, struggling to pull them down while keeping the knife against your throat. so she discards the knife, but only for a few moments to rid you of your uniform’s bottoms and get on her knees, her head between your thighs.

“stay very still, we wouldn’t want you to get hurt sweetheart.” she murmurs against the top of your thighs before picking the knife back up and firmly pressing it against your thigh. you nod your head, fingers gripping the edge of the desk as jill’s tongue dives between your sticky lips and laps up all your excitement.

[frogspond200]

𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚘𝚟 𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆

Requested by: Two Anonymous Whores

Ask: Hi!! Could I request hes of simon × a very clingy whiny bratty submissive reader? NSFW ofc pls/Can you do young Simon x reader having their first time together and it be so tender?

Waring: NSFW

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"But Simooooon!" you whined, grabbing onto his waist as you sat on the couch. Simon was on the verge of a massive headache. “I told you before, Imp. You can't come on my adventures” he uttered, placing a hand on your head “It's too dangerous for some princess like you” he gestured his hands in the air

“But you let that girl go,” you mumbled, tightening your grip around his waist. He sighed, pulling away from your grasp. “I told you, I'm not interested in her. You have to be patient.” He ruffled your hair.

“Mm-” you sulked “That's not very believable” You sunk into the couch. You heard a loud sigh out of Simon and he turned around, walking at a fast pace back to the couch, desperately taking off his jacket “Fine then, how about a goodbye kiss for reassurance? What do you say, Brat?”

“Uh- m-maybe not” you whimpered, he yanked you by the collar of your shirt, kissing you on the lips aggressively. You felt your heart racing and your body flush with warmth as his lips pressed against yours. He pulled away, leaving your lips tingling.

His fingers played with the hem of your shirt, You felt a rush of pleasure as he pulled your shirt over your head, exposing your bare skin. He traced circles on your skin with his lips, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. You felt your body tremble as his lips moved lower, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck. You felt your heart race as he made his way to your lips, capturing them in an embrace and pulling you closer.

You hang on to his hair as his lips trail down your stomach. His lips made their way to the inside of your hips, making you arch your back and moan in pleasure. “W-What are you doing…” you asked, breathless

“I have no fucking idea…” He huffed. You pull him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him. His forehead meets mine, and he breathes down on me, growling ”But I don't wanna help it.”

He takes a deep breath. "I just want to be close to you," he whispers. The atmosphere is heated, he scoops you up and carries you to the bedroom, walking backward till your back is slammed into the wall. His lips are on yours, his breath hot against your cheeks. His fingers trace circles on your skin as your bodies move together. You feel your heart racing and your body trembling with anticipation.

You moan and reach for his belt. His hands grip your wrists. “I want it to be slow…I want to take my time with you.” Simon whispered his lips against your ear.

His lips moved down your neck, leaving a trail of kisses. You felt a chill run down your spine as he slowly undid your belt. His lips found the spot between your shoulder and neck, and he let his lips linger there.

“Put your arms above your head” He demands, you obey without a second thought. He takes your hands and ties them behind your back with his belt. He presses himself against you, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

Simon pushed you onto the bed, your body trembling with fear. He roughly spread your legs apart and kneeled between them. His lips trace a path down your neck and you feel his breath on your ear. He whispers in your ear, "…I love you, And I’d choose you, in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you…ok?”

You felt your breath catch in your throat as he spoke. You close your eyes, your heart pounding in your chest as you whisper back, "I love you too." he smiled

You cling on to him as he slowly guides you, His hands gentle on your skin, his scent surrounding you. You feel warmth and love radiating off of him. You feel like your heart could burst out of your chest with happiness.

“Good…Good- you're doing great”, he huffs out, your fingers entangled in his hair. He pulls you in closer, his lips pressing against yours, and it feels like the world has stopped spinning. His embrace is like a safe haven, a refuge from the outside world. You close your eyes and get lost in the moment.

Slowly thrusting, holding me against him tenderly. His hands trace your curves, and your heart races with anticipation. You both moan in pleasure, and you finally let go. You collapse in his arms, exhausted and sweaty

His arms wrapped around you, he whispers in your ear, and the two of you drift off into a peaceful sleep. I guess he wasn't going on that trip after all. He stayed home with you instead, and you couldn't be happier. In the morning, you wake up in his arms, feeling safe and secure. You both smile at each other, knowing that he made the right choice.

[writefinch]

Cheerleader Ransom, Pt.4 (CN: noncon, bondage, anal, enemas, rimming)

'Look at that, ain't it peachy?'

The camera went in and out of focus, whip-marred buttocks pried apart by hairy sausage-link fingers, skin so pale it cast a halo of glare where her flesh ended and the rough digits began. Her asshole was in the center of the shot, pink and puckered and slick with lube; beneath it her pussy had been crudely sealed over with duct tape. As the shot zoomed out, the marks and bruises of the previous days' trials appeared on her skin; any hope that this might be anyone other than Robert's own daughter on the screen disappeared.

The cameraman panned up and the leader of the kidnappers stepped into frame. 'Well, Robert, I was gonna say that if you'd paid up yesterday you'd have saved at least one of your little girl's virgin holes, but honestly, with the way it's been winking up at us I don't think we'd have been able to restrain ourselves either way.'

A breathy, pained noise came from below. Hannah was lying on her belly, both arms tied behind her back, strapped together at the wrists and at the elbow., Her right leg was bent backwards so far that her heel was over the small of her back, held in place by a length of rope that had been tied around her ankle at one end and to the back of her leather collar at the other. The rope forced her to arch her back severely to keep her collar from choking her, an asymmetry which looked distinctly uncomfortable.

'Don't worry about us getting our dicks dirty in her ass, we hung her up by her ankles this morning and gave her a couple of half-gallon enemas. She whined about the cramping but by the end she was clean enough to drink out of. In fact, after a little talk with Sparky, she even volunteered to prove it! She threw it straight back up afterwards but I gotta tell you it was pretty hot, don't worry we've got it all on video, we'll send you a special features cut in a couple of days.'

He knelt down next to Hannah, his cock glistening with grease and looking harder than flesh had any right to look. Robert would have thought it too big to possibly fit inside his daughter had he not seen ample proof otherwise over the past several days. She squirmed as the man straddled her leg, and froze when the head pressed against her hole. The kidnapper sucked air through his teeth. 'It always hurts them more when they tense up and try to fight it,' he said, 'but it makes them so much tighter!'

He dropped his weight, her ring yielded to the pressure and the head slipped inside. She howled and she thrashed and the thrashing pulled her collar tight enough to choke her and by the time she knew which way was up the man had wedged half of his eight-inch cock up her asshole. The previous rapes had a frenetic velocity to them, the men had barely wetted their dicks in her cunt and mouth before humping away at top speed, but her tightness and the awkwardness of the position meant that this violation was horribly slow in comparison. There would not be the easy relief of a sudden climax this time, it would be hundreds of jerky, halting thrusts before the man reached the drilling pace that would get him off. The other men seemed to have a sense of this; it wasn't until the chief kidnapper had worked up a good pace and a good sweat that one of the others stuffed his half-erect cock between Hannah's trembling lips.

The mic picked up at once too much sound and too little of it, the gluck-gluck-gluck of facefucking syncopated with the rhythmic slapping of hips against her butt flattening out every other muttered taunt from the kidnapper. '--fucking whore--doesn't--a shit about you--ruin you--if you don't--really fucking hurt you--'

The man raised his voice and hand and the cameraman walked round to capture the rape from behind and up-close so that the crack of her ass took up the middle third of the frame. The mic picked up the gutteral noise of a man spitting on a woman's face as the pace of the fucking went frenetic, a second later the kidnapper pulled his cock out in a fluid movement, her asshole gaping open raw and pink and wide as a silver dollar, quivering and twitching for a second before the cock shot out a rope of sperm directly into the hole, and another and another until he squeezed out the last drops onto her almost-closed anus. He had barely stepped aside when the next man stepped into place and sunk his cock into the girl, and as the camera panned up it revealed another three men in front of her cramming their cocks into her mouth in turn. The men up front grabbed the rope between her ankle and collar and pulled it forward, forcing her head forward onto their dicks to relieve the torturous strain on her leg and hips. They did not pace themselves, one man climaxing in her mouth only to be replaced by another moments later, and the man raping her asshole pulled out to cum over her face as she hacked up sperm onto the mattress below.

She passed out after being sodomized another two times, the men up front begrudingly giving her a break as they held ammonia salts under her nostrils. Her spastic jerks helped the men using her ass get off faster, but they kept having to slap her cheeks to make her open her mouth long enough to orally rape her. The facefucks became more cautious as she passed out a second and a third time, unable to take in enough oxygen between the strangling from the collar and the choking from the cocks, and once ten men had fucked her asshole the strain of the collar alone was too much for her to bear even without a dick in her mouth. The kidnappers relented, removing the rope between her ankle and neck and rolling her onto her back.

Before Hannah could take more than a handful of shaky breaths, the female kidnapper, Sparky, stood over her. She brandished a cattle prod, hiked down her cargo pants at the back just far enough to expose her buttocks, and sat on the girl's face. Hannah whined as a sweaty asshole pressed itself against her lips. Hannah howled as the cattle prod flash-fried her nipple. The woman bore her weight down, Hannah hyperventilated. Sparky held up the prod and let it crackle in the air; Hannah stuck her tongue out and licked. More men raped her through her crash-course in rimming as Sparky instructed her through clipped words and high voltage the finer points of licking, smooching, sucking and tongue-fucking her hole, and every time a man finished Sparky would dismount so that Hannah could show her gratitude by lapping the sweat from each man's ass in turn.

Half the men had fucked her already and wanted sucking hard before raping her again, so she was dragged upright into a better position to blow each of them, forced on top of a man to ride him cowgirl-style while the men used her blonde hair as a crude facefuck-handle. They played thumping, bassy music and told her to fuck to the beat, two men standing behind her to whip her back with leather belts when she failed to slam her ass down on the man's hips to the rhythm. Hannah's whole back was a mess of pink stripes going on red before she collapsed, legs jelly, too weak to beg.

The camera zoomed in on Hannah's face, pressed into the groin of one of the men, his balls on her chin and her forehead molded into his beer gut. After a few deep, grinding thrusts the man pulled his dick out of her throat, covered in a thick layer of bubbly white slobber and throat-slop that formed a drooping bridge between his glans and her lips. His cock twitched, nailing the her on the nose with a jet of cum as she whimpered and snuffled.

'Nice shot,' the head kidnapper said. 'Alright boys, enough with this softcore Skinemax shit. Robert, it's time to make a woman out of your little girl.'

The camera was placed on the floor, facing up at the metal struts of the warehouse ceiling. From off-screen there was laughter and a yelp of pain. A moment later, Hannah was carried into frame by a particularly muscular and well-endowed kidnapper. He had her folded in half in a modified Full-Nelson hold, his elbows hooked under her knees and his fingers interlaced behind her neck, holding her up with her back to his belly. Sparky's gloved hands came into the shot, coating the man's prodigious tool with lube before stuffing the head into Hannah's asshole.

Before Hannah could do anything more than flail her ankles and gurgle in discomfort a second, equally-massive man approached from the front. He took his cock and pressed it against her hole, forcing it in alongside the other man's member. Her attempt to scream sounded more like a whooping cough, all the necessary air forced out by the mass of the two brutish men either side of her. From below, all that could be seen were her twitching legs and the two shafts going deeper inside her. Her struggles intensified, the tendons in her hamstrings flexing briefly as she tried hopelessly to free herself, and then she went limp. The men sawed in and out, one thrusting deep as the other pulled back in turn. Her protests had been reduced to soft little grunts, barely audible over the rhythmic slapping of flesh.

There was some muttering back and forth, followed by the quiet of intense concentration. Both men pulled out to the halfway mark before thrusting in simultaneously, squeezing Hannah between them as they pulled her as far down onto their cocks as she could go. She made a noise like a death rattle. They held her in place for a few seconds before both pulling out completely, Sparky's hand shot out holding a plastic ruler, measuring Hannah's gaping asshole from rim to rim.

'One-and-a-half, nearly two inches. Damn it Robert, I thought cheerleaders were supposed to be flexible? Did you bribe the coach to get her on the team? Is that where our money went?' Their leader sighed. 'I guess we're cleaning up your messes again. Come on boys, let's show this bitch some deep stretches.'

They dropped Hannah onto the mattress. Two different men began double-raping her, face-to-face with the man underneath her while the other rutted into her like a dog. After a few minutes of pounding they swapped out for another pair, but not before measuring her gape. Twenty-five men raped her this way, with one particularly wiry trio negotiating all three of their dicks into her hole at once. The biggest duo stretched her gape to three-and-a-quarter inches; they were awarded with back-slaps and tallboys. They dragged her to her knees and held up her arm like a winner on the podium, and poured the dregs of beer over her head.

As they forced her to suck their cocks clean, the leader stepped in front of the camera and blocked the view. He put his hands in his pockets and shrugged. 'That's all three holes, Robert,' he said, over the sounds of gagging. 'You're as good at protecting your daughter's virtues as you are at protecting our investments. Look pal, I'll do my best but you're really on a time crunch now, okay? I'll have to think of some inventive ways to keep her entertaining my boys or they'll get bored, and if they get bored…' He paused just long enough for the microphone to pick up the sound of Hannah vomiting cum through her nose, and shook his head. 'Get us our money, Robert. Girls don't last long when they're boring.'

He stepped out of frame. The camera caught the image of Sparky, her fist wrist-deep in Hannah's asshole, and cut to black.

[bippityboppity69]

Sinbad/Male!Merlin-Punishment

This is for @meepinmeat ! I hope you like it! I also made Sinbad a whiny sub because it fits him ;)

“I thought I was clear with my instructions Sinbad.”

Merlin grabbed the collar around his neck, pulling him closer. The blonde now kneeling between his legs. Looking up at him with hazel eyes of want and lust. Face flushed as he went to open his mouth.

Placing a finger on his lips, “Did I say you could speak? Hm…seems my words aren’t enough.”

Running his hand down Sinbad’s chest, pinching his nipples. A sadistic smile appearing at the whimper that left him. Standing up as he gave a curt instruction to him. Grabbing up a coil of red rope before looking back at Sinbad.

“I think you need some punishment~”

Walking over to him, noting the eagerness in those hazel eyes. Ordering him to stand up as Merlin began to unwind the rope. What would be the best method? Smiling as an idea came to mind.

“Now be a good boy and stand perfectly still~”

Wrapping the rope around his hips, slowly working up his chest. Moving Sinbad’s arms against his chest, binding his wrists together. Having him sit on the bed before pushing him back and spreading his legs apart. Tying his thighs apart, ankles being tied to the bed posts.

“Such a pretty boy~” Merlin purred as he dragged his fingers up his leg, placing a kiss at his inner thigh. “Color?”

“Green.” Sinbad whispered as he smiled. “So, is this my punishment?”

“Oh, I haven’t even started your punishment.” Fingers stroking above his pelvis, licking his lips as he looked at Sinbad. “For your punishment…you can’t cum until I say so.”

Moving down to his hard cock, Sinbad arched up. Hand slowly stroking up and down, fingers circling his head. Gathering precum before moving back down, repeating the motion a few times.

“Ha~”

Grabbing his chin, “I never said you could talk.”

Sinbad’s eyes went wide as he was gagged. Merlin taking a moment to admire his work. The blonde man had his arms tied to his chest. Legs spread apart and bound, all movement now restrained.

“There we go~” Merlin spoke, a dark hunger in his eyes. “Now let us continue your punishment.”

Sliding down his body, unable to resist leaving a few marks at his chest and hips. Hands resting on his thighs as he pressed a kiss to his shaft. Followed up by a long lick, relishing the muffled moan from Sinbad.

“Remember, no cumming until I say so.”

Pulling the head of his cock into his mouth. Licking and placing kisses along his cock, a high pitched whine leaving Sinbad as he tried to push his hips up. Unable to move because of the restraints.

Merlin pulled back, watching him twitch. Pressing a finger against the underside, watching Sinbad squirm under his touch. Sliding his free hand down, two fingers covered in lube. Pressing against him, gently moving around before slowly pressing inside.

Watching as Sinbad’s legs shook, muffled whines and moans leaving him. Face flushed as he looked down at Merlin, a pleading expression in his eyes. One that was met with a sly smirk. Holding his gaze as he pressed his thumb against his head, preventing him from orgasming as he slid his fingers deeper inside.

Sinbad’s head fell against the bed with a muffled cry. Squirming under Merlin as he scissored his fingers. Searching for that one spot, grinning as Sinbad yelped.

There it was~

Pulling his thumb back only to replace it with his mouth. Tongue swirling around as his fingers twisted inside. Sucking his head as he slid a third finger inside.

“Mhm! Hmp!”

Salty cum flooded his mouth, Merlin swallowing before pulling off. Sliding his fingers out of Sinbad. Clicking his tongue as he pulled off the gag.

“Tsk, tsk. I said you weren’t allowed to cum.” Flicking his cock, a whine leaving the bound man. “Disobeying orders not once, but twice. Oh, whatever shall I do with you Sinbad?"

“W-wasn’t fair.” He whined at Merlin.

“Not fair? It’s a punishment.” Pausing as an idea came to him, a big grin appearing. “But you’re right, that is unfair.”

Grabbing more lube, leaning back on his knees. Sinbad’s gaze going to the Magister’s hard cock. Watching as he stroked himself, ensuring every inch was coated.

“We are changing your punishment~” Merlin sang as he aligned himself with the man below him. “Since you couldn’t stop yourself from coming…”

Pushing inside, a cry leaving Sinbad. Merlin grabbed his chin, tilting his head up. Slowly sliding inside, watching the look of pleasure on his face grow stronger.

“Then how about you keep coming~”

A stuttering moan left Sinbad as Merlin’s pelvis met his ass. Pulling in panting breaths, the Magister pressing kisses over his face. Tasting himself as his tongue slid into his mouth.

Which also muffled his voice as Merlin pulled back only to slam forward. Setting a rapid pace, slick sounds filling the room. Half words and gasping words left Sinbad as he writhed beneath him. Jerking as Merlin grabbed his cock and began stroking.

“Ah~ M-Merlin! I-I’m sens-ah!”

“Sensitive? Good.” Leaning next to his ear, voice dropping low. “I said to keep coming.”

“AH!”

Cum covered his hand. Merlin smiling as he kept stroking and thrusting. Watching as Sinbad twitched beneath him. Eyes hazy from the rapid pleasure.

“Keep going pretty boy~” He purred. “We’re not done until I say so.”

“Mer-lin. Ah. It’s!” A broken moan leaving his lips. “O-oh!”

A weak mewl left him as he came again. Drawing in short gasping breaths as Merlin dotted kisses across his face. Removing his hand but still pounding him.

“Ah~ Mhm! P-please!”

“Please what?”

"Please! I-It’s too much! Merlin!”

“Hm…just one more and then we’ll say your punishment is done.”

A choked sob left Sinbad as Merlin increased his pace. Ropes restraining his movement as the mage took him. Legs shaking from the overwhelming sensations. Weakly moaning as he bucked his hips up. A moan leaving Merlin as warmth filled him.

The two panting, Merlin snapping his fingers, the ropes untying. Pulling Sinbad into an embrace, kissing his tears away. Whispering praises as he brushed fingers through blonde hair.

“How are you feeling?”

“G-good~” A slightly delirious laugh left Sinbad. “I didn’t know I could cum like that.”

“Did you like it?”

“Mhm.” Nuzzling against the mage, wincing as he drew out. “I can’t feel my legs.”

[love-kurdt]

Swooping, Sloping, Cursive Letters: 20

word count: 1066

PLEASE READ THIS IS ME TRYING FIRST, AS THIS STORY RELIES HEAVILY UPON THE CONTEXT OF TIMT

April 22, 1989

Dear Will,

Prom is tonight. And I’m not going. It’s fine. I’m fine. I made up my mind a whole month ago and have been able to withstand the borderline harassment of our friends telling me that I’m gonna regret this decision for the rest of my life and would be better off just going without a date because it doesn’t matter if I have a date or not and it’s the experience that counts and Lucas said you’re going to be there so I should go too and fuck I regret this so much.

What time is it…? Why I’m writing down the question instead of just checking my fucking watch, I don’t know. It’s 5:30pm, prom starts at 6, and you probably haven’t left your house yet. And why I’m writing about my suit being presentable enough instead of just going to my closet to check is so fucking counterproductive and

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It was like a movie, the way I bolted out of the house in my dress slacks and suit jacket with half-tied converse, the laces billowing behind me in the wind as I biked through the neighborhood as fast as I could to your house. I should’ve just taken my car, but of course I had to bring all of my own rom-com fantasies to life. You know, like the Big Chase scene where the guy runs through the airport, praying that it isn’t too late to confess his love to the girl that nearly got away. But alas, I am no athlete, so this unfortunately came with the consequence of looking like a sweaty rat by the time I reached your driveway. Thankfully, you and El were still there, taking photos with Jonathan on the front steps. I haphazardly thrust my bike onto the curb and sprinted up to you as fast as my legs could carry me.

“Will!” I shouted, suddenly conscious of how I hadn’t prepared anything to say to you. My actions always have spoken louder than my words, which is concerning, considering the fact that I’m planning to become a writer once we’re out of high school. So I ran across your front lawn, and I stopped in my tracks when I noticed the surprised looks on Jonathan and El’s faces, the worried look on your own, and the confused expressions on Joyce and Hop’s.

“Hey, Mike,” Jonathan’s eyebrows furrowed together as I gasped for air.

“Hey, Jon,” I replied, leaning forward until my palms rested on my knees as I panted. I acknowledged everyone else, and then looked back up at you, standing back up and running my hand through my hair. The sweat clung to my hand, which I wiped on my slacks with a grimace. “Hey,” I said, “Yeah, so, uh– Will. Dude. Buddy. Do you want to go to the prom with me?”

There was a beat of silence that followed, and I felt the urge to cut my own tongue out. Before I could actually act on my impulse, you walked down the stairs and took a few more steps in my direction. “I thought you weren’t going,” you said, crossing your arms against your chest. I shook my head, shoving my hands in my pockets.

“I changed my mind. Lucas told me–” I began, but trailed off before I gave myself away. You could never know about how Lucas convinced me to go to prom on the sole basis of your attendance. That would’ve been so humiliating.

“He told you what?” you prompted me to continue, taking another step forward so we were less than a foot apart.

“Just that everyone else was going, and that I was a weirdo for not wanting to go as well.”

“He’s not wrong,” you smirked up at me, and I lightly smacked your shoulder, feigning offense. “But, like,” you went on, “now that you’re actually coming to prom with us, doesn’t that mean you’re going with me already?”

Against my better judgment, I reached out and adjusted your shirt collar against the lapels of your suit. You looked up at me in mild shock, but hey, at least I didn’t kiss you. “I mean, I was asking if you wanted to go to prom with me as my date.”

Your face turned a beautiful shade of pink, and you stammered out, “I–I’m not sure if we’d be allowed to do that.”

“Come on,” I pleaded, “We’d be going as friends, they can’t kick us out for that.”

Another moment of silence bloomed between us like the yellow flower in your jacket pocket. You picked at your nails in contemplation. “Fine,” you relented with a smirk, “I guess I could go as your prom date… buddy.”

“I just know you’re never gonna let me live that down,” I whined, and you just laughed.

“Damn straight,” you agreed, and I refrained from making a gay joke on account of, oh I don’t know, outing myself. You put my bike in your garage while I was caught up on the plan for transportation, which was Lucas’ parents’ minivan, which would be there in a few minutes to pick us up. Needless to say, everyone was shocked when I climbed into the van.

Prom was pretty lame, and we all ended up leaving early and going back to your house, but I honestly don’t give a single flying fuck, because we actually got to dance together. I repeat: we actually got to dance together. The music had slowed down, everyone was finding their respective dates, and I was just about to leave the dance floor for my impending Closet Pity Party™ when you grabbed my wrist, pulling me closer to you and placing your hands on my hips. “What’s the point of prom if you don’t have at least one slow dance?” you asked, and I tried my best to appear as nonchalant as possible by shrugging. Meanwhile, I was, like, one second away from dying of happiness. It was dark enough that I got away with putting my hands on your shoulders, and you became a bit more confident with the way your hands gripped my waist as we swayed back and forth to the music. I’m grinning so hard while writing this. I think this has been the best night of my life by far. I hope this feeling lasts forever.

Love,

Mike

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[theragethatisdesire]

Ideas!

Bff Eren #10

Because there’s gotta be more Eren/Jean discourse before Jean comes to terms with the fact that he’s not getting his ex back. Eren being a smug ass mother fcker about it, too.

OR

Roommate Jean (well, poly boyfriend Jean). “You look pretty like that” prompt.

Maybe reader is handcuffed to a chair or in a bed? She’s an absolute mess because she’s dying to be touched and neither of her boyfriends will indulge her. They’re not sure if they even want to considering how pretty she looks all desperate and restrained. They’ll stroke themselves so close to her mouth, let her think she’ll get a taste. She stains her neck in hopes of getting a lick but they stay ever so slightly out of reach. 🤷🏻‍♀️

If I keep writing, I’m gonna end up sending a damn drabble to your ask box. 🤣

HIIIII kjt<333 omg.....this is like...such a difficult choice. honest to god i may pocket your first idea for something.....longer than a drabble ;) so i'm gonna go with the second one bc i am OBSESSED with poly erejean like genuinely. obsessed. might have a part 2 coming for them too solely bc i love them<3

throwing all nsfw under the cut like always

"Not too tight, is it, baby?" Jean tugs the ropes digging into your skin into what has to be the final knot after nearly twenty minutes of positioning, repositioning, and admittedly, a rope burn around your ankle.

"Mm-mmm," you try to assure him around the gag in your mouth, shaking your head no. Jean smiles, places a laughably chaste kiss on your forehead.

"Such a good girl for us, aren't you? He's going to love it."

The ropes were Jean's idea; ever since he'd joined your relationship with Eren, almost everything was Jean's idea, having come so far from the timid, reluctant lover you'd made of him a few months ago. These days, Jean's nearly bouncing out of bed in the morning with a new idea to bring to the bedroom, and neither you nor Eren have the wherewithal to complain about it.

Eren's had a rough few weeks at work, and over coffee this morning, Jean had talked you into a "surprise" for your mutual boyfriend. This surprise had involved a trip to a sex shop, a hardware store, and an hour-long Youtube tutorial on knot-tying, but you'd figured it out together, and it's paid off.

Jean's got your arms above your head, secured to either side of the headboard, and your legs spread wide enough to incite a slight ache in your hips, ankles tied to your thighs and putting your already-dripping cunt on display. A black lace gag is holding your voice back behind your teeth, and the collar Eren and Jean had surprised you with last weekend jingles around your neck when you wiggle experimentally, testing the bonds that Jean's wrapped you up in.

"Can't get out, can you?"

"Mm-mm," you affirm, tugging on the ropes at your wrists to prove your point. Jean grins again, wicked and dark.

"Eren's not the only one getting a surprise today," he muses, knocking around in the nightstand drawer on your side of his bed.

What he pulls out makes your eyes widen.

"I didn't tell you, but I left a little pocket riiight..." Jean trails off, working the vibrator under a little slip in the rope, "here."

He angles it perfectly against your clit, not yet turning it on, but watching your reaction lecherously. You're already running hot with your movements restrained, already starting to feel the hum of lust buzzing through your body.

Before Jean can make another move, you meet eyes meaningfully at the sound of the front door opening, Eren's voice calling out into the empty apartment.

"You guys home?"

"Be right back, don't move." Jean snickers at his own joke, leaving you there bare and unattended.

Unable to move, your other senses hone in on every little bit of stimulus around you. The muffled sounds of conversation between Eren and Jean outside; you can hear Eren's disgruntled grumble, Jean's soothing timbre, but not what they're saying. The annoying, understimulating nudge of the vibrator against your center. The texture of the lace gag against your tongue, the way it's making you drool ever so slightly. And then the door clicks open.

"Fuck..." Eren trails off, eyes going wide. If you look close enough, you can see the front of his pants already beginning to tent. You're not sure what to do, so on display; you can't smile through the gag, can't even move in greeting, really. Jean's turned you into their little fuckdoll in the most literal sense of the word. Jean smirks proudly.

"Isn't she so-"

"So pretty," Eren breathes out, rounding the bed to caress your cheek, brush a thumb over your nipple, "you look so pretty like this, baby."

Jean comes behind Eren, wrapping muscled arms around his waist, palming slightly at the erection forming behind Eren's zipper. "She's all yours, we both are. Whatever you want tonight."

"Whatever I want, huh?" Eren's eyes darken. He turns his head over his shoulder to Jean, catching the other man's mouth in a slow, languid kiss. Watching them pulls a whimper from you, muffled by the gag, but insistent.

Jean breaks the kiss to frown down at you, reach over and flick the vibrator on, ripping a tinny whine out of your throat.

"Behave yourself, you're supposed to be his little surprise, remember?"

Eren smirks down at you through hooded eyes, lets one lazy hand drag soothingly up Jean's neck, lets the other come down to tweak your nipple roughly. "Let her act up a little. Can't punish her if she's not being a brat, right?"

[hypvalsqr]

more of my battlemage thoughts

Atop the cliffs a ratty girl tapped its fingertips together in a rhythmic pattern and the ambient lightning around her hands crackled.

I just have to keep waiting, it thought, I've done so good and my leyline is almost burnt out. Surely Miss will let me go home soon.

The scrawny battlemage had been perched atop this earthen spire for nearly 65 hours now. It was customary for Overseers to send their units on long missions or to have them maintain long solo vigils. This particular battlemage was posted south of some portal or reality rift business that her owner was handling. It was this units job to take care of any stragglers.

She didn't need any food or drink thanks to a technique she'd picked up from a traveling monk. If she maintained the proper breathing technique then she could synthesize her own aether and mana to keep her energized. It also kept her on edge, and twitchy. She had nothing left to do but sit here and wait. It reached out a fuzzy mystic claw into the currents surrounding it. Looking for any thread of magic, and pulses from the biosphere, any- {there}

It's arm shot straight out to the northwest in the direction of a prowling gnoll. The vision came to her beneath the bough of an elm, between a mossy boulder and the flap of a butterfly wing.

Ah, so it was the precognition that caught it in the end. Her thoughts came several seconds after her body and magic circuits had already kicked into motion. Her hand pulled sharply back towards her chest and from the skies a hammer of lightning fell and rent a point in space apart. When the two halves of reality slammed back together a bang of thunder loud enough to shatter rock turned the gnoll into a wet pile of meat.

The somatic kickback from her magic finally reached her and zapped down her spine, knocking the wind out of her. Luminescent blue liquid drooled from the sides of her mouth. Overhead the clouds swirled into the beginnings of a storm. Stone pressing sharply into her fingers brought her back to reality. It was an electric bundled bomb of pleasure, mana, and agony that needed release soon or she might just explode and take half of the county with her. Finally release came.

"Good girl! That looks like the last one, you go ahead and return to the tower. I'll clean you up sweetness."

A smile and tears rushed to the battlemage's face. It tapped the gem on its collar with its middle finger and felt the teleportation sickness take over. She fell face first onto stone and vomited up a swirling purple ichor onto the brickwork. Then it lay there unmoving. It waited, obediently, for what felt like eternity. Just when she couldn't handle another second away from her Overseer she finally felt the warm touch of a hand on her spine. The witch picked up the feeble husk of mage from the floor and cooed.

"You poor thing," she preened over every inch of her weapon, "Singed tendons, overfiring neurons. Your runic circuitry needs a rewrite too. Maybe I pushed you too hard. No matter. I can put you back together." She carried her battlemage to a chamber lit by the soft glow of crystallized mana. In the center of the chamber was a pool of liquid mana in a massive bath of solid gemstone. The Overseer stripped her battlemage of its armor. She snapped her fingers and her robe turned wispy and transparent allowing her to simply step through it. The ghost of her robe waited patiently for her frozen in space.

Finally the battlemage felt the relief of healing waters touch its skin. Her Overseer lowered her gently into the waters and ran her hands over her body to take full stock of any physical injuries, damage to the aura, enchantments who's ties had loosened. Her hands worked slowly down her chest and between her legs. A desperate moan escaped the girls mouth.

"Shh, sweetheart. Just relax. Lean back and let me fix everything."

[theradicalscrivener]

The Next Big Thing - Pt 2

Johhny is starting to understand what is happening to him. He doesn't know why he's growing, but he does know he wants more.

(P.S. Ya boi's got Linktree and Bluesky now)

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               Johnny’s original plan had been to head straight back to his apartment after hitting the gym, but the strange, euphoric tingling that coursed through his whole body and the elation of being the center of attention convinced him to take his time and enjoy the afternoon. As he casually strode down the sidewalk, he could feel the occasional gaze drift his way. Even now that he was fully clothed and out in public, he was more than just another face in the crowd. His good looks and natural charm drew attention to him even if he was not intentionally showboating. That’s not to say that Johnny wasn’t hamming it up here and there. Everything from the way he held his shoulders to the angle of his grin which showcased his pearly whites was an intentional act. He had mastered the angles and the attitude from a young age. He was born to be in front of the camera. Actually, scratch that. He was born to be beheld and beloved by all! The gazes felt more than just good. They felt natural!

                As Johhny continued his walk, he became vaguely aware that his clothes were digging in uncomfortably against his throat and thighs. The collar of his knitted undershirt did not have near as much give as the rest of his shirt. Even his button-up overshirt, which he kept tastefully unbuttoned until halfway down his torso, was straining against his chest.

               The odd state of his attire his attire made Johnny pause. His overshirt looked so awkward on his lithe, toned body, and if there was one thing he hated, it was looking bad in an outfit. Not to mention, it was such a nice, sunny day, that it seemed silly to be wearing extra layers anyway. Johhny gave the plaid shirt a light tug which was all it took for the struggling buttons to give up the ghost. The few remaining buttons that remained clasped around the bottom of his shirt popped loose. Unfortunately, that did not mean that removing the shirt was an easy task. His now too-tiny overshirt clinched around his shoulders, limiting his mobility. He was tempted to just rip the garment clean from his body, but being ever fashion-conscious, Johnny instead reached behind and tugged at the back of his shirt and shimmied it slowly down one arm and then the other. Buttons were one thing. It was easy to sew on a fresh set, but it seemed a shame to shred such a nice shirt.

               It wasn’t just his chest that was getting snug, though. His legs had a similar issue. It seemed with each step, his pant legs clenched tighter around his sculpted thighs and calves. The cuffs of his pant legs should normally reach his ankles, but today he was rocking the old-school cool look. The cuffs of his jeans were only about halfway down his shins making his jeans appear to be more akin to chinos. His shirt was similarly short with the lower hem of the garment now reaching only about his midriff. With each step, his shirt was looking more like a crop top than a knit tee.

               It would have been an awkward look on any normal person, but Johnny was not normal. He was born to look good. He took his undersized overshirt and tied the arms around his waist. Suddenly, his awkward, shrunken wardrobe went from “Wearing his kid brother’s clothes” to “slutty frontman for a grunge band.” He was just missing oversized sunglasses to really sell it.

               Johnny was a bit of a meat-head. He gave the aura of the dumb jock or air-headed model, but he wasn’t stupid. He could put two and two together. The doorway at the gym had been lower than he was used to. Most people only came up to his shoulders now, and his clothes were far smaller than they had been just a few hours ago. He knew that he was growing. He didn’t know how, and he didn’t know why, but his surge in size seemed to be tied to the adoration of the people around him. Every adoring look or lustful gaze filled his body with a surge of energy that just seemed to swell within him. The dots were starting to connect in his brain. The bigger he got, the more attention he would garner which meant he would get even bigger! Just the thought sent a shudder of glee up his spine and a twitch of arousal down his cock.

               Johnny’s already well-trained smirk spread into an excited grin. He felt like his whole life had led to this moment. He was rapidly approaching his true purpose which was to be loved and adored and beheld by all! All that he needed was an audience.

               Johnny was no stranger to standing out. One of the tricks was to be the biggest draw in the room. Unfortunately, downtown LA was a bustling place. It was hard to stand out on the street. If he wanted to draw eyes here, he’d have to be a much larger spectacle. That, however, would have to wait. For now, he needed to be a big fish in a small pond.

               While the half-formed plan percolated in his brain, the smell of something else percolating hit his nostrils – roasted coffee beans. There was no shortage of trendy coffee bars in downtown L.A. They ran the gamut from dimly lit dives to brightly lit modern lounges. What Johnny needed was something somewhere in the middle. Not one of those big-name chains where people just went to get their usual and scoot. He needed a place with not just a crowd of regulars who liked to hang out but also a place where the Hollywood A-listers were known to visit on occasion. Someplace where paparazzi were always waiting for a good scoop.

                Johnny felt another shudder and tingle surge through him. His shirt strained audibly against his swelling chest. He had gained a few more fans, and he was just standing on a street corner lost in thought. Just imagine how much attention he’d garner when he had a captive audience.

                Johnny’s smirk spread wider which caused him to flash his fans his pearly whites. Another shudder. Another surge.

                “This will be all too easy,” he thought to himself as he strode across the crosswalk and made his way towards the bean bar his agent had mentioned to him so many times before. Agents loved this place, and countless would-be actors and script writers had taken part-time jobs there in hope of “accidentally” rubbing elbows with a notable Hollywood figure. These were often just pipe dreams, but the place was overdue to produce its next big star.

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[cosmictapestry]

B30 & B36?

B30. morpheus remote toy

and

B36. morpheus orgasm control

i'm in the mood for Making That Man Cry and i'm making it everyone's problem

prompt fills here

Today has been difficult. Lucienne can tell even before she retires to their shared quarters and finds him already there, silent and tired and confused until Lucienne takes his hand and tells him it's alright to stop being anything but hers.

It fells him, and he yields, he bows, he lists into her and lets her take his slight weight. He does not breathe or move or warm for many long seconds. She feels it when he gives in, and he becomes clay in her arms. "Let me try something?"

Hesitation and a long painful silence. "Alright," he manages, though it seems to take all his strength to do so.

She undresses slowly, then does the same for him, intermittently kissing him and stroking his arms until he stops instinctually fighting the way she moves him. Her lord sighs wine-sweet breath into her mouth and trembles while she draws her hands up his chest under his shirt, while she works his arms from his sleeves, while she slides one hand down the front of his trousers.

She strokes him, and she whispers soft questions in his ear, and he answers the ones that he can. Yes, he can be bare, he can be teased, he can be laid out and played with as she pleases, so long as she speaks kindly to him. That's doable.

She tells him, then, what she thinks he needs. He has nothing to say, but without question his fine leather collar manifests around his neck, and his posture slackens. The collar bites into his throat when Lucienne slides her free hand around the back of his neck to tug it tight, and he leans into the pressure. Her other hand slides down behind his bollocks to rub the pads of her fingers over the tight furl of his hole. He bows between the two points he's being held, stricken and pliant in his relief, and he lets his eyes slip shut.

Lucienne keeps him there, coaxing shudders down his spine, hitched moans from his throat. By the time she has him speared on one slick finger he is nerveless and shivering, grinding down on her hand, choking on his caught breath. "Like that, baby," she whispers, and she leans in to nibble at the jut of his jaw, and she tells him what she wants in her hand.

It forms there, a slick and supple and frantically thrusting tendril of organic dreamstuff. She slides the tip of it to his hole, lets it catch at his rim and make his noises rise in pitch. "Do I have control?" she asks, and he nods fervently, and the toy slows its thrusts with Lucienne's silent order. She slips it inside him, just deep enough to make him wriggle and sigh, and then she pulls her hand from his trousers.

Lord Morpheus watches with hazy interest while Lucienne slides his trousers down his hips and lets them fall to the ground. She leads him by the hand on the back of his neck, has him move with her to the couch. She sits there, one leg crossed over the other, and she pulls him down to kneel on the floor in front of her.

Lucienne examines him, wonders if he would like to have his wrists tied—but he is a doll for her already, desperately melting into her touch, her hand running through his hair. She uses her foot to nudge his knees apart, and she tugs him forward to rest his forehead against her knee. "Beautiful," she murmurs to the feathery mop of his hair.

He sighs and nuzzles into her knee and doesn't say a word. He's hard, bobbing heavy between his legs, his thighs flexing with the toy's movements inside him. "You're going to stay like this," she tells him, and her own thighs shift together, but she ignores the persistent ache of her own arousal. "And I am going to read a book."

Her lord makes a soft, disbelieving sound, looking up at her with watery eyes. She cups his cheek, sweeps her thumb over the wing of his cheekbone. "I want you to focus on your body. Focus on feeling good. Do you think you can do that for me?"

Lord Morpheus blinks and frowns and she smooths out that pinch between his brows with her thumb. He swallows several times, the movement catching on his collar, before he can speak. "I don't know."

"That's alright," Lucienne cranes forward to sweep his hair back and kiss his forehead. "We're going to try, though." She draws back and he is staring at her with naked trust, clinging to her certainty. "When you feel like you're going to come, tell me, and I will stop the toy. We're going to draw this out as much as we can, keep you right here with me as long as possible." Seeing the flicker of anxiety on his face and recalling how painfully sensitive he can get, Lucienne amends the last statement. "As long as I say, at least," and because he trusts her when he trusts nothing else, he relaxes.

The hand not petting his face and hair reaches beside her to where a book has appeared, open and facedown on the couch. She rests the book in her bare lap, the image of it certainly silly, and she begins to read, and with a thought she coaxes the toy to fuck her lord. He jolts and pushes his face against her leg, a stuttered gasp escaping him, and he grits his teeth and forces himself to allow sensation to run its course through his trembling form.

Lucienne can only pretend at interest for the fine minutiae of foreign policy in the eighth bacterial district of a protist's science fiction story. She is wholly tuned into the unfathomably powerful being on his knees before her, relying on her, leaning into her attempts to help him shoulder the weight of all he is. His expression lined with concentration and his skin glittering with sweat, he is everything, and he is hers.

It does not take long for him to begin panting, rocking, edging closer as though making to rub against her leg—but he seems to think twice about that particular indignity, resolving to stay put and let his hips flinch into open air. "Getting close?" she asks when he bites his bottom lip, worrying it, and his muscles begin to quiver under strain.

Her lord nods, and he goes limp when the toy stills, a tiny bereft sound escaping him. She reads a few sentences to give him time to recover before she starts the toy again, stroking through him long and slow, making him shudder and grind. His face is tacky when he shifts his cheek against her knee.

His climax builds quicker now, even with the lessened movements, and he tries to keep quiet but his chest is heaving with every measured breath. "Lucienne," Lord Morpheus mumbles.

Again the toy stops. He sobs now, and he jerks, and he ducks his head to hide his face against her leg. His shoulders hitch and bunch and relax and when she cranes her head she can see his cock twitching, drooling onto the tile below. She has him where she wants him, strung high and tight and consumed by what is happening to him, not to everything else.

Lucienne controls the toy's movements precisely. It drags through him so slow it seems to coax the bend of his spine and the long keen from him trembling lips. His tears smear on her skin, his hair damp with sweat under her hand. "Alright?" she asks him.

"Yours," he responds.

She takes him to the edge like that, again and again and again, until his entire body quivers and flinches and runs slick. His face is hot and he is flushed, ruby-tinged all down his chest, throbbing and red where he's hard. A tiny puddle is growing on the floor with every string of his slick that falls there. Lucienne has not so much as looked at the book for half an hour, she realizes, sometime after she lets him drift down from yet another aborted orgasm. "My lord?" she murmurs, and she cups his cheek to draw his hazy, heated attention.

He stares at her, trembling, and he appears to want to speak, but he winces and keeps silent. Starting to hurt, then, but wanting to be good for her. "Do you want to come?" she asks him, gently, but he just stares. "Are you ready to come?" she rephrases.

He likes that question better. His eyes clear, his lashes flutter and clump with tears. "Yes," he murmurs. "Please."

Her lord is quiet now when Lucienne ramps up the toy's pace until it is fucking him in full, sharp strokes, and his eyes slam shut, and he chokes when her fingers slip under his collar to pull it tight, and he comes hard, she can hear it splashing on the tiles, can see him convulse and shudder and sob, silent, until he breathes in, huge and gasping lungfuls that wrack him as they leave in heaving cries.

Lucienne pets her lord's hair, brings him back to resting his cheek against her knee. He lists into her touch, and he goes still and quiet, and even when he is suddenly clean and dry and Lucienne is reading her book in earnest he stays exactly where she put him.