#chokers plays games

[chokers-and-bad-attitudes]

"oh boy i've actually missed the view of hylia lake from the bridge, i should climb it aga-"

"wait, what the fuck is that"

"WHAT IS THAT????"

[frostbeees]

🇺🇸 vs 🇨🇦 • 8.3.24

[snakesandstone]

[outeremissary]

🍉🍪🍕 for Ismene?

Thanks for the asks, Ash! This took longer than expected because after drafting the answers I went to fact check some lore and um. Spent over an hour reading about libraries. Whoops!!

[prompt list]

🍉: Does your OC have a particular piece of jewellery that they always wear or refuse to part with?

Ismene has a black velvet choker she wears almost constantly (an item which is fortunately easy to keep secure on the road and in fights). The choker was a gift from Imoen from not long after Imoen was first brought to Candlekeep, and one with some backstory to it. Around that time Candlekeep had hosted a noblewoman for several weeks who was a dedicated lover of scholarly pursuits bursting with admiration for the monks of Candlekeep. It had been her dream to visit the great library and learn from it, and she treated the hallowed library and its keepers with nothing but the utmost reverence. For the other residents of Candlekeep, however, she seemed to have nothing but contempt- even for the little elf girl who helped to mind the reading rooms and who carefully shelved the books for the librarians between visits. Ismene became a frequent target of the woman's ire. The woman complained frequently of her presence, berated her for her presumed background, treated her as a servant, and harshly criticized the work she did. After a day where Ismene attempted several times to correct the woman for violating the rules of a reading room, the woman went to one of the Great Readers and went on at length about the girl's insolent behavior, accusing her of singling the woman out for harassment and attempting to steal from the woman's bag.

Imoen saw Ismene crying after being scolded over the accusations, and the morning after the woman suddenly found herself with real problems on her hands. Somehow a bottle of ink had cracked in her bag, leaking all over her fine clothes and ruining pages of her careful notes. For the rest of her visit she seemed tormented by an endless string of accidents. Things broke or went missing, her food burned, the floors outside her room were always just slick enough with half done mopping for her to slip... Although she went to Winthrop more than once over these incidents, her complaints fell on deaf ears after weeks of tormenting the inn's staff with false claims. On the last day of her stay, the woman reported frantically that a favorite choker, one which she had worn frequently during her time at Candlekeep, had gone missing. Although she turned half of Candlekeep upside down searching for it, she never managed to find it, and she left the library fortress disconsolate over its loss. That night Imoen presented it to Ismene as a gift. The girls have been fast friends ever since (though they did both get in trouble over the clearly stolen item).

🍪: What is something that's sentimental to your OC?

Any of the many things that remind her of Candlekeep- she misses her home dearly, and has not been happy to leave. The smell of books, the gentle warmth of the afternoon sun in a comfortable seat by a window, the droning sound of chant... Any of it can take her back for just the briefest moment. Maybe the most potent, but thankfully the least bittersweet, moments of sentiment come from time spent with Imoen talking and braiding hair as if they were girls again. Ismene isn't one to voice gratitude, but she's incredibly thankful for Imoen's companionship.

🍕: How does an OC spend a lazy day?

Ismene spends huge portions of unoccupied days sleeping. She can easily sleep for more than twelve hours when not interrupted, and she doesn't mind the time lost. She loathes having to wake before dawn to maximize daylight while traveling; even though elves have no real need for sleep she always sleeps on rest days in towns like she's catching up from weeks of deprivation. Of course, in her eyes her sleep is far more valuable than the sleep normal people experience because of the visions she receives in her dreams.

Aside from sleeping, she enjoys reading and will spend her waking hours squirreled away in a library given the chance- in the small towns of the Sword Coast these are often collections belonging to temples or wealthy private individuals, and identifying who locally has a worthwhile collection to attempt to access is one of her priorities when arriving somewhere new. Often there's little truly new and worthwhile in these collections relative to Candlekeep, but occasionally she's pleasantly surprised. Although on other occasions she is prematurely escorted out of the library after revealing to unhappy owners expensive forgeries or offering unsolicited critique of the gaps in their collections...

I wish I could say she had other things she spent time on as a hobby, but unfortunately Ismene is the number one nerd who never goes outside unless dragged and it really is mostly that.

[realtapiocafan]

this has been a bad week

[jinmalos]

they're borrowing each other's fits! taion might feel a bit too nude, though....

[kuromi-hoemie]

this is what they beat jesus with

[1dontc4re]

Ghost and soap made me realise that i might have a uniform/ tactical gear kink welp

[loubella77]

Hehe js

[chokers-and-bad-attitudes]

Oh hey its that cute little heart lake with the couple i brought together last time

Woah woah wait

Oh my fucking god

Love is fucking dead

[bunnyrafe]

omg speaking of bar crawling w rafe…him being ur dd while u get drunk and on the drive home and you just can’t keep ur hands off of him cause he looks soooo good and ur just so drunk and horny u can’t help it…getting fingered on his lap when u get back YUM 😛😛

absolutely drooling for this— i know it was supposed to be bar crawling with rafe but omg... him being your DD on your nights out in general… it’s unfortunately everything i ever wanted ‘n more. but 🙄🙄🙄 rafe is so annoying because his patience for drunk you is thin asf. let us have fun, bitch.

content / warnings -> 18+, MDNI. f / bratty!reader, dom / mean!rafe, daddy kink, impact play (spanking), dumbification & degradation.

rafe has the AC on full blast.

it’s a hot summer night and the way the underside of your thighs are sticking to his leather seats are proof that. it’s ninety degrees and counting even with the sun down but you’re having the time of your life in his passenger seat. wiggling your hips and shouting along to your favorite songs as they blast through his speakers much to his dismay. there’s pineapple juice and tequila on your breath, hidden away by your glittery lips… from the gloss you reapplied in the club bathroom before he picked you up.

girls night was a success despite him texting you every ten minutes. you’d be lying if you said each message didn’t have you grinning at your phone, if you said you didn’t send him selfies every chance you had to take one.

“he know i only wanna come over put it on him— i got that woah-na-na-na. he drink that shit like water. i got that supernova, that super grip, that choker,” you lean over the console as you sing along, and rafe rolls his eyes so hard you think his head may hurt. but his thigh tenses up when you splay your hand over it, rubbing the denim of his jeans and the muscle underneath it.

“you’re done.” he bites out before turning down the music completely, clearly fed up with your antics.

you huff at that, yet your hand travels higher. he looks too good when you’re stressing him out— as sick as it sounds. you wanna push and paw at his buttons until he just can’t take it anymore, and that’s exactly what you do as you nearly palm at his hardening cock while you pout, “ugh… sometimes you’re so mean, rafey.”

“yeah?” he takes his eyes off the road for a split second to look at you and meet your glossy eyes, “you think because ‘m not playing your fuckin’ games for once i’m mean? is that it? you’ll see just how fuckin’ mean i can be, then.”

and he keeps his word. you’re bent over his lap within minutes when you get home, with your little party dress yanked up and slutty panties pulled to the side while you giggle and kick your legs. you earn yourself a few spanks. spanks so hard that your brain shuts down a bit upon the impact and you’re only able to yelp.

“naughty girl,” rafe spits out in feigned disgust once he feels how slick your folds are. your poor cunt has been drooling for him before you even got in the truck, and now that his fingers are slowly circling your clit it’s beyond messy.

“daddy, please…” you whine out, smushing your face in to the sofa cushion in shame.

to your surprise rafe does slip two of his fingers into you, stretching you out and making your lungs burn with how fast you inhale at the intrusion. his fingertips find that one spot hidden in your silky walls so quick, curling slowly and forcing your tongues to curl with them in sync, and your cunt to cream around the digits as a warning for your impending orgasm. all sensitive due to the liquor in you.

you mewl into the material beneath you and a puddle of your saliva darkens it. rafes free hand slaps your plump ass again.

“if you think you’re cumming any time soon, you’re fuckin’ dumber than i thought.”

[gloxk]

Sneaky linkin’

(Eren Y. Armin A. Connie S.)

A/N: i’m not COMPLETELY back, but I am making a slight improvement w my mental health… so here’s sum slight for yall🤷🏽‍♀️. I kinda hate this but maybe yall will like it..ion know. Luv ya tho. 17+.

Synopsis: Aot men as sneaky links.

Warning: Smut.. F/M

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Eren! ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 ———Back seat bandit

Eren..is definitely a back seat bandit. It’s mainly because he has a nice car, why not show it off?

Now, all i’m going to say is (Persian rugs- jacquees version.) Oh lawwwd, he definitely plays that while giving the most sloppiest, nastiest, messiest, back arching back shots ever. This man does NOT play.

Hair puller, choker, dirty talker. He’s the type to make you tell him how good he’s fucking you. “Uh-huh, right there? You like that baby?” And you better tell him too.

The hair pulling thing just comes by instinct. You could be giving this man the sloppiest head ever, deep throating him till hes hitting the back of your esophagus and all. The type of head that makes him feel like he’s shifting reality. He will tug your hair to get a real good look at your face, saliva dripping down your chin and red coating your face. A face that just screams ‘ Am I making you happy?’. He would stare at you with a shit eating grin just while the camera flash hits your face.

Degrading as fuck. He would just say some shit to boost his ego during sex. “I know you like that shit, stop acting like you don’t.” & “You can scream my name louder than that. Try again.” & “Stop fuckin running.” Don’t be fooled now, he’s also going to talk you through it and give you reassurance. “You doin so good f’me.” & “it’s all yours mami.” & “You look so pretty right now.”

Ugh this man just loves to have his hand wrapped around your body. Around your waist, neck, thighs, hands—it don’t matter to him. He loves touching on you. Any time yall link his hands just find their way over your body.

Connie! ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 ——— Any time any where

Connie..is the type of guy who can fuck ANYWHERE. Car, room, closet, random family bathroom at a gas station—he don’t care.

If you’re down, he’s down. Y��all could be out shopping and he fucks you in the dressing room.

This man LOVES when you ride him. He would just watch you in awe while you bounce up and down on him.

Definitely a talker during sex, he loves telling you how good you’re doing. “Mhm—fuck—I love when you do that.” & “Cmoonn look at me while you do it.” & “Arch that back mama.”

Now, he’s a recorder. He records everything. He has a little folder in his phone dedicated to your link ups.

Although he’s gonna dick you down anywhere he can, his favorite place is the shower. Got some music playing in the background (P power - gunna) while he’s plowing into you. The shower couldn’t even cover up your loud moans.

Pull out ? Nah, “You wanna be grown, let’s be grown baby.” He doesn’t believe in wasting, so either you sucking it up or taking that shit.

Armin! ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 ——— munch

Armin..is an eater. He’s gonna eat like it’s his last meal every fucking time. His tongue game is vicious. Absolutely diabolical, the messiest head you will ever get.

Salvia dripping on the couch, tears falling from your eyes due to overstimulation, legs locking around his head—he still wouldn’t stop. He won’t stop till you force him to.

Hold on now, Armin ain’t just an eater, he got good dick too. He’s a saint that’s gonna fuck you like a sinner. Let him get some liquor in his system and you’re going to be begging for round 2.

Speaking of drunk Armin, he’s gonna fuck you against a wall. Just something that’s going to happen one way or the other. One leg in the air while the other dangles just above the floor, his hands gripping on your ass so hard it leaves a mark.

Oh it doesn’t stop there either, he’s going to stumble his way to the bed and take you there too.

Hella vocal whimpering, moaning, whispering. He’s going to let you know your pussy good. “God-you feel so fuckin good.” & “Please keep doing that.”

Loves teaching you new things, different kinks, positions, anything of the sort. I know he just loves exploring and experimenting things with you. He’s a freaky freak for sure. <3

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whore…

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

lowkey I kinda wanna top gaz or ghost out of curiosity on how they would react 🤔

gaz or ghost? gaz AND ghost. ranked competitive sex. the ol' good cock/bad cock.

they're both confident almost cocky but they show it very differently.

you tell gaz you wanna be on top this time.

"i'm fine with that," he says.

cool cool cool. easy. too easy, in fact.

he's smiling at you. "you want to be on top, you're on top." he says. "easy as."

so... you get to be the dominant one this time. he knows that's what you mean. right?

mm, harder sell. you wanna do his job? you're gonna need to prove you have what it takes. you're gonna have to work for it. talk like you mean it. don't whine, don't ask, don't just tell him what to do. command him. 

and don't mess up.

nsfw ⬇

order him to take his clothes off. top him like you mean it--bounce on him like you don't need any help, because he's not helping you. and control yourself. edge him. don't show weakness. make him keep his eyes on you. keep his interest with your body, your voice, your tone.

(it's tough for him, feigning such precarious half-interest. pretending like you don't have a visegrip on his every atom. pretending like he's not suddenly understanding how it might feel to be possessed by a succubus. it's tough, but he's soldiering through because he's a great fucking teacher. this is good for you, you just don't know it yet.)

he's teaching you to use your whole body to tell him you're in charge. you need to make the rules.

if you don't--if you slip up--he'll make you sorry. he'll give you a crash course in how a mean dom operates.

(you might be able to collar him, but god help you if you fumble. the second you do, that o-ring choker is going on your neck, and his thumb is already hooked in.)

ghost--

ghost is a little easier to entice. he's a visual guy. he's a little smitten with anyone who approaches him first. you're offering to top him? to put your whole damn body on display? that's an act of service, baby.

even if you're doing it because you want to control the pace and the position, even if you want to take your own pleasure and act like you don't give a damn about his... you're still giving him exactly what he wants. if all he needs to do is lay back and shut up, he'll play your game.

not a tough job, either. not half bad. he could get used to this. nope, he's already used to it. he's thinking ahead--wondering what other dirty fantasies in that pretty head he could help fulfill.

then he shifts his hips down an inch to hit your sweet spot. you snap at him not to move. 

his eyes flick up--from your hole squeezing his cock--to your face. strange sense of whiplash you're giving him--the instant flip from almost ignoring him to focusing squarely on him. negative attention or not, it's arousing. you shouldn't have done that.

"yeah?" he replies, voice low and rough. "you gonna make me?"

you don't have time to reply before he's shoving his hips up into you hard. one stroke, then two, then more, so slow and hard and deep your vision threatens to go white. 

he's challenging you to keep ignoring him now. 

"say it again," he growls. "tell me what to do one more time."

he reaches for your clit, and you fight him, grabbing his wrist, using it as leverage to sink down on him again, redoubling your pace. 

you're both fighting to stay in control. ghost could overpower you easily but he's having fun. and you're putting on a hell of a show for him.

he'll contend with your attitude later. for now he just wants to keep you pissed off and horny enough to keep riding him like you've got something to prove.

riding ghost and gaz together...

you just know they're both talking at you, trying to get your attention as you fight like hell not to fall apart.

gaz is instructing you to sit up straighter, to clench your thighs so they don't shake, to control your voice--or keep it up, sweetheart. keep moaning like a slut if you want to be treated like one. 

ghost is egging you on, enjoying how furious you're getting, how it makes you clench up and stutter when gaz says something that really gets to you. he tosses in his lot every so often to keep things going. like throwing a lit match into a pit of black powder and lead azide.

you're doomed. until.

you tell ghost to move his hands already so gaz can maneuver you by the hips instead. 

that turns them against one another in negative two seconds.

suddenly they're critiquing each other. gaz smugly insinuates you're enjoying his technique more. ghost replies smoothly that it hardly matters to him; it's his attention you're after.

their back-and-forth gives you the precious time you need to clear your head. once you can finally fucking concentrate, you can push past all this edging you've been put through by stupid competition they've been having on you.

they keep one-upping each other and only half-notice what you're up to--until you throw your head back and make a sound of pure rapture, riding them both to completion. you throw yourself into the best orgasm of your recent life.

they're dead silent as you come down, grinding your hips in bliss as the final sparks of pleasure fizzle under your skin.

it sort of humbles them. but then again, it also inflates both their egos just enough to keep them from learning their goddamn lesson.

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more Gaz / more Ghost / more multi-141 and poly 141 / masterlist tag

[gothicteacup]

Emo Pissa date!!!

I was originally gonna post this for Valentine’s Day, but this took WAY longer then I expected

It’s still pretty messy but I’m still pretty happy with it nonetheless :)

(Edit: changed the layout, extra notes about au are now under the cut!)

Phil in this is VERY casual goth, his regular outing outfits usually always consist of sweatpants, socks and sandals, wrist warmers and band t-shirts. I considered him being more fancy but I think the chill dad look fits more, especially because I imagine he plays video games a lot. His hair is very scruffy, I imagine him having to constantly move it out of his eyes. He does cut it, he just gets too lazy sometimes. Oh and he totally has tattoos, probably a big hardcore heart on the chest or back and some other tattoos scattered around.

Missa is more emo, he thrives with the side sweep bang and spiky chokers. His outfit may change occasionally, though skulls are always a consistent theme in his looks. He changes his hair color a lot. Sometimes he’ll try out the scene hairlook if he’s feeling a bit different. He carries around his guitar a lot too, which explains the black strap across his hoodie in the drawing.

Oh and they definitely have some sort of charm like the skulls on their backpacks in qsmp. Maybe it’s still a backpack or bracelets, I’m not too sure. Idk whether Chayanne and tallulah would be in this au, tho It would be super cute having a little emo Chayanne matching his parents ^-^.

[aikrus]

My Sweet Kitten, Please Be Good

The room was dimly lit, with a soft, calming ambiance. The scent of Aizawa’s place—clean with a hint of something warm, like sandalwood—enveloped you, mixing with a heady spiced cinnamon, making everything feel both familiar and exhilarating. His cats had found their favorite spots around the apartment, quietly curled up on chairs or windowsills, watching you with disinterest, while Mochi, his gray tabby, still lounged in your lap. But tonight felt different, the tension between you and Aizawa subtly charged with something you both had been holding back for too long.

You'd both talked before about trust, desire, and the way boundaries blur when you're completely safe with someone. While you weren't insecure about your quirk, having long since grown into the bushy tail, puffed ears, and sensitive palms, it was something that Aizawa trended incredibly lightly over- especially in bed.

He shifted closer to you on the couch, his long fingers brushing over your leg before tracing a path up to your chin, tipping your face toward his. His dark eyes, so often unreadable, were filled with an intensity that made your pulse quicken. You could feel it in the way he looked at you— his touch, while gentle, held a new kind of authority that sent a shiver down your spine.

"You’ve been so good tonight," Aizawa murmured, his voice deep, almost a purr itself, as his thumb brushed your bottom lip. His gaze flicked down to Mochi, still content in your lap, before slowly returning to you. "It makes me wonder how obedient you can really be."

Your breath caught in your throat, your body reacting instinctively to the suggestion in his words. There was something playful, yet intense, in his tone—something that hinted at a game he wanted to play, one that excited him as much as it did you.

Aizawa leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "Do you trust me?"

You nodded, your voice coming out in a soft, breathless murmur. "Yes, Shouta."

His hand slid from your chin to the back of your neck, pulling you closer until his lips met yours in a slow, deliberate kiss. It wasn’t rushed—Aizawa was never rushed. He was always calculated, always in control, and it showed in the way his tongue slid against yours, teasing and exploring, as if savoring every second of your response.

When he pulled back, his eyes were darker, more intense, and his fingers tightened slightly around your neck, not enough to hurt, but enough to make your heart race.

"I think it’s time we play," he murmured, his voice low, almost a growl.

Aizawa’s love for cats was no secret, and that was what you chalked up the reasoning for him never acknowledging those parts of you specifically. Now though, with the absolutely obsessed face he made as he stroked your ear between two fingers and moaned at your purr, you knew otherwise.

"Good God," he whispered, brushing a thumb against your lips again. "I want you to be my little kitten tonight."

The words sent a thrill down your spine, and you felt yourself instinctively lean into his touch, your mind already racing with the possibilities of what he had in mind. Aizawa’s hand left your neck and reached over to the coffee table, where he picked up something that had been sitting there—an object you hadn’t noticed before. It was a soft black choker, adorned with a small silver bell that jingled faintly when he picked it up.

Your heart skipped a beat as he held it up, the subtle jingle of the bell making you hyper-aware of the shift in dynamic between the two of you. Aizawa’s dark eyes met yours again, his gaze unwavering as he leaned in closer, holding the bell between his fingers.

"Let’s see how well you play the part," he murmured, his voice like velvet as he brushed your hair back and wrapped the choker around your neck. His fingers were deft, careful, as he secured it in place, the bell resting lightly against your throat. The sensation of it there—a small, constant reminder of your submission—made your pulse race.

Once the choker was in place, Aizawa’s eyes flicked down to your chest, his lips curving into a small, satisfied smirk as the bell jingled softly with every subtle movement you made. He leaned back slightly, his hands trailing down your sides as he looked at you with a mixture of admiration and desire.

"Such a pretty little kitten," he said, his voice low and husky as he traced a finger along the curve of your jaw. "Do you know what good kittens do?"

You shook your head slightly, your breath coming out in shallow, uneven gasps as you waited for him to continue.

"They listen," he said softly, his fingers brushing over the bell at your throat, making it jingle softly again. "They follow instructions. They’re obedient."

You panted at the heavy fog and deep burning that sounded you.

"If they're good," he lifts his head and sucks the tip of your ear into his mouth, "they get rewarded." His hands pulled gently at the hem of your shirt, slowly spreading up your stomach and ribcage to sliver under your bra. "If they're bad," he said casually as his fingers swiftly seized your nipples and began to tug and kneed, "they're punished."

Aizawa’s eyes darkened as his hands slid lower, resting on your thighs as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear once more. "And I think you’re going to be a very good kitten for me tonight, aren’t you?"

Your body was already trembling with anticipation, the heat between your legs growing more intense with every word he spoke. You nodded again, your voice barely a whisper as you replied, "Yes, Shouta. I’ll be good."

Aizawa’s lips curled into a pleased smile, and he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek before pulling back slightly. "That’s what I like to hear," he murmured, his hands sliding up your thighs, parting them gently as he positioned himself between your legs.

He moved slowly, deliberately, his hands caressing your skin with a kind of reverence that sent shivers down your spine. His fingers traced over the soft fabric of your underwear before slipping beneath it, his touch warm and firm as he explored the wet heat between your legs.

You gasped softly, your hips instinctively bucking against his hand as he teased you, his fingers brushing lightly over your clit before sliding down to your entrance. The bell at your throat jingled softly with every movement, a constant reminder of the game you were playing, the role you were fulfilling.

"Such a good girl," Aizawa murmured, his voice full of praise as his fingers slowly slid inside you, curling and exploring in a way that made you moan softly. "So wet already."

His touch was slow, methodical, each movement of his fingers calculated to drive you closer to the edge without giving you the release you craved. He was taking his time, savoring every moment, every gasp and moan that escaped your lips.

And all the while, the bell continued to jingle softly, a quiet, constant reminder of your submission, of the power he held over you in this moment.

Aizawa leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your neck as he whispered, "Kittens need to be spoiled, don’t they?"

Aizawa's breath was warm against you, and the sensation of his lips, soft yet deliberate, sent shivers through your body. The way he spoke—low, rough, with an undertone of possession—made you ache with need. His fingers, slow and precise, moved inside you, pushing deeper as he claimed every inch of your response.

His touch was gentle, but it carried with it an edge that had you trembling beneath him, the need for more, for everything, building rapidly. You could feel your body tightening, the tension pooling between your legs as he controlled every movement.

"You’re so good for me," he muttered against your skin, his voice thick with desire. "Look at you, following my every move."

You gasped, your hands gripping his forearm, your head falling back as his fingers moved faster, bringing you closer to the edge. The bell on the choker jingled with every shift of your body, reminding you of your role in this quiet, intimate game. Aizawa was treating you with a mixture of care and dominance, a perfect balance of trust and control.

"Do you like this, kitten?" Aizawa’s breath was a hot whisper against your ear as he leaned in to kiss your collarbone, his fingers never ceasing their movement. "Do you like being spoiled like this?"

You could only nod, the words caught in your throat as the pleasure swirled inside you, too much and not enough all at once. Every part of you burned with need, and the only thing you could focus on was how good he made you feel—how completely he had you.

"I’m going to take care of you," Aizawa whispered, his tone more intense now, and the possessiveness in his voice sent a thrill through your body. His hand slid from your neck down to your chest, tracing the curve of your breast before tugging at the fabric of your clothes, exposing more of your skin to him.

You shivered under his touch, the way he looked at you—hungry and affectionate at once—making your pulse quicken. You wanted him so badly, you needed to be closer, to feel every part of him. Without thinking, your hands roamed to his shirt, fumbling slightly as you tugged at it, eager to have him bare before you.

Aizawa pulled back just enough to help you, his dark eyes locking with yours, and his expression was soft yet commanding. His fingers, still deep inside you, stilled as he looked down at you, watching your face, waiting for you to meet his eyes.

"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice low, filled with anticipation.

You nodded, your lips trembling as you whispered, "Yes... I need you."

He didn’t hesitate after that. Aizawa withdrew his fingers, his other hand helping you to sit up as he finally, finally shed the rest of his clothes. The moment his body was bare before you, you gasped—he was lean, muscular, every inch of him sculpted with care and strength. His eyes watched you, calm yet burning with intensity as you took him in.

You were both on the edge—both desperate for the same thing.

Aizawa’s hands rested on your hips, his touch gentle, though the way his thumb traced slow, deliberate circles made your breath catch. He leaned in, his lips pressing against your temple in a fleeting, tender kiss before moving down, brushing his lips over your neck, your collarbone, your chest—each kiss building the heat between you.

His hands slid to your thighs, parting your legs as he positioned himself between them, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he looked up at you one last time. The bell on your choker jingled softly, a quiet, constant reminder of the game you were playing, the trust and control, the way he made you feel—like a kitten in his care.

"You’re mine, aren’t you?" he murmured, his voice rough with desire, and without waiting for an answer, he guided himself to your entrance, his eyes never leaving yours.

The first slow thrust of his hips had you gasping, your body clenching around him as he stretched you open, filling you completely. The sensation of him inside you was both overwhelming and intoxicating, making you ache with the need for more.

"Yes, I’m yours," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath, but Aizawa heard it, and the satisfied, almost possessive smile that tugged at his lips sent a fresh wave of heat through you.

He moved slowly at first, his pace measured, almost methodical as he watched you—taking in every reaction, every gasp and moan that escaped your lips. His hands rested on your hips, his fingers pressing firmly as he guided your movements, pulling you closer with each deep thrust.

The pace grew faster, more urgent as your body began to respond in kind, meeting his movements with increasing fervor. The pleasure was building inside you, that slow, tight coil winding tighter with every roll of his hips, every stroke that had you clinging to him.

"You’re doing so well," Aizawa murmured, his voice thick with admiration and lust. "So good for me, kitten."

His words sent a shudder through you, the weight of his praise, the way he spoke to you—like you were everything to him, and you were willing to give him all of you. His pace quickened, his fingers digging into your skin as he brought you closer to the edge, the pressure building inside you.

You gasped as your orgasm approached, your fingers gripping his shoulders as you arched against him, your body trembling. "Shouta... I—" You couldn’t finish, the words lost in the rush of pleasure that was quickly consuming you.

"Come for me, kitten," he growled, his grip tightening as he drove deeper into you, faster now, faster, until your mind went blank, and you felt the wave of release crash over you like a storm, leaving you breathless and moaning his name.

Aizawa groaned as your body tightened around him, and he grew in speed like a man possessed. Your body lurched in response, flinging your head into his broad shoulder and pulling off of him slightly in the process. With a deep growl he grabbed roughly at the back base of your neck and pulled you back down onto the mattress, pistoning into you at a deathly tantalizing speed. Reaching down with his spare hand he pinched your clit once before using his index to move rapidly across it.

You hadn't even come off your first high before Shouta had thrown you into another one. In a few hard, controlled thrusts, he followed you over the edge, his own release flooding inside you as he collapsed against your chest, breathing heavily.

For a moment, neither of you moved, both of you wrapped in the warmth of the other, the shared intimacy of the moment hanging in the air between you. Aizawa’s breathing slowed, his body relaxing against yours as he pulled you closer, his hand gently resting on your choker, as if ensuring it was still in place.

"Good girl," he whispered, his lips brushing against your forehead in a soft, lingering kiss. "Such a good kitten."

You smiled softly, your body still trembling from the aftershocks of your release, but the warmth of his embrace, the steady rhythm of his breath, made you feel safe, secure, and cherished. You were his, and he was yours.

And that was enough.

You felt his gaze trace the lines of your body, lingering on your flushed skin. There was something about the way he looked at you—an intensity, a need to claim but also care for.

Aizawa was never one to rush, especially when it came to you. There was a methodical slowness to how he touched you, how he approached every new moment, but now, you saw something else—an almost predatory precision in his movements. He was studying every inch of you, and it wasn’t about control anymore. It was about devotion.

He leaned down, his lips brushing lightly against the curve of your collarbone, his breath warm against your skin. You could feel him exhale against your sensitive flesh, the soft touch of his lips enough to make your skin tingle. You shuddered, instinctively leaning into the touch, a quiet sigh escaping your lips.

Aizawa’s hand slipped down from your waist, tracing the shape of your thigh, before he looked up at you, his voice rough but gentle. “You’re still so perfect,” he muttered, the words sending a jolt through your chest.

You watched him closely as he moved down your body, his gaze never leaving yours, studying your reactions. He leaned in closer, placing a soft, lingering kiss along the inside of your thigh. You couldn’t help but tense in anticipation. It was a tender gesture, but there was a hunger to it—a sense of needing to taste, to touch, to claim. His mouth lingered on your skin, savoring the feel of you against his lips.

He was meticulous—his lips brushing over your skin, as though he were memorizing every inch of you. Then, as if it were a natural instinct, his lips parted, and he pressed a soft kiss closer to where your pulse beat furiously under your skin. You moaned softly, your body reacting to the gentle pressure of his lips.

Aizawa didn’t speak, but you felt the shift in him—a deep, wordless understanding. He knew what he wanted, and now, his mouth trailed lower, the heat of his breath warming your sensitive skin. His lips moved with purpose, pressing sweet, firm kisses against the inside of your thighs. He took his time, slowly building the tension, enjoying the act of loving you.

When his lips finally touched the sensitive nerves at the apex of your thighs, your breath hitched. He paused there, just for a moment, his eyes flicking up to meet yours, as if asking for permission—asking if this was what you wanted. There was no hesitation in your response, no words needed; your body leaned into his touch, craving more of him.

With a low, approving murmur, Aizawa dipped his head down, his tongue tracing a slow, deliberate path across your folds. The sensation was soft, almost reverent, the pressure of his mouth more intense with each pass. His movements were patient, controlled, but there was also an edge of hunger there, an insatiable need to taste more of you, to explore the parts of you he hadn’t yet claimed.

His lips were firm, but the way he used his tongue—slow, languid strokes—had you gasping, your hands gripping the sheets as your head fell back, overwhelmed by the feeling of him worshipping you with each tender kiss. He was savoring you, as though he couldn’t get enough of the way you responded to him.

You whimpered softly, your fingers threading through his disheveled hair, guiding him closer, but Aizawa pulled back slightly, his breath coming in shallow bursts. His dark eyes, filled with desire, met yours once again. The bell rings softly as you tilt your head down to see him.

“I want to hear you,” he said, his voice rough with an undercurrent of desire. “I want you to let me know how much you like it.”

You gasped, a shiver running down your spine at his words. You couldn’t help but obey. “I-I like it, Shouta,” you whispered, your voice trembling with the raw need inside you.

He smiled faintly, the curve of his lips almost imperceptible, but the way his eyes softened told you all you needed to know. “Good girl,” he whispered against your skin, before diving back in.

His mouth continued its slow, purposeful dance, his tongue teasing and tasting you, every stroke drawing out more sounds, more reactions from you.

As the moments stretched on, your body became a tangle of sensations, the pleasure building in slow waves, crashing over you with every stroke. And through it all, Aizawa never hurried. His touch was steady, his devotion to your pleasure evident in every deliberate action that drove you crazy.

"You're so responsive," he whispered, his voice a low, intimate growl that made your entire body shiver. His hands slid higher, resting on your hips, grounding you as he moved, his lips barely brushing the sensitive skin at the edge of your inner thigh. His dark eyes were filled with a hunger you had never seen before, but there was also something deeper—an unspoken affection, a care that made your heart race.

You were breathing heavily now, your pulse quickening, as his mouth continued its careful, tantalizing exploration. His tongue traced slow, teasing lines across the delicate skin, the heat of his touch making your skin feel like it was burning, and you couldn’t help but writhe beneath him, your body craving more.

"Shouta... please," you gasped, your hands tangled in his disheveled hair, pulling him closer.

Aizawa looked up at you, his expression dark and possessive, but there was also something gentler in his gaze. He seemed to be studying you, watching the way your body reacted to his every touch. "Begging already?" he asked, his voice rough with desire, but there was a teasing edge to it.

The heat in your core surged, and you could feel a soft pressure building, as though your body were being pulled toward something that was just out of reach. You wanted to answer him, to give him the response he was clearly waiting for, but all you could do was nod, your fingers tightening in his hair as you tried to steady your breath.

"I want to feel you," you whispered, your voice trembling with need. "I need you, Shouta."

He let out a low, approving sound as his hands tightened on your hips, pulling you even closer as his lips continued to trace the curve of your inner thigh. He moved deliberately, his tongue gliding in soft, teasing strokes, making you squirm beneath him, your entire body on fire. His touch was slow, but there was no mistaking the demand in his movements.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice low and rough, the words a dark promise that made your skin prickle with heat. "You’re mine to take care of, to please."

His words, his tone, were a mixture of praise and dominance, and it only made the pressure inside you grow stronger. You felt that familiar tightness coil, as though you were on the verge of breaking apart, but you didn’t want it to end. You wanted more—more of him, more of this slow, exquisite torture.

"You’re doing so well," he breathed, his voice thick with desire. His lips brushed against your skin before he took a slow, deliberate taste, his tongue teasing in gentle, circular motions.

Your breath hitched in your throat as the pressure inside you finally snapped, a wave of pleasure surging through you, and you cried out, the sound echoing through the room. Aizawa didn’t let up, though. He kept his movements steady, his mouth working you through your release, his fingers digging into your hips, grounding you as your body convulsed with pleasure.

When the wave of sensations passed, and you were left breathless beneath him, Aizawa pulled back just enough to look at you, his face dark with satisfaction. His lips were glistening, but there was something almost playful in his expression as he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

"You look incredible," he whispered, his hand sliding up your side, his touch warm and possessive. "But I’m far from finished with you."

His words sent a fresh wave of heat rushing through you, and without another word, Aizawa leaned down to kiss you—slow, deep, and possessive. The taste of you lingered on his lips, mixing with his need, and it only made you crave more. His hands roamed over your body, exploring the newly exposed skin, his touch firm and guiding.

"You’re mine tonight," he murmured against your lips, his voice low and thick with desire. "And I’m going to make sure you remember it."

Every brush of his lips, every caress of his hands, he moved with precision, his control never faltering, but you could sense the growing desperation beneath the surface, the need for release that mirrored your own.

Aizawa’s kisses grew more insistent, his hands wandering, taking their time to explore, as though he were rediscovering every inch of you. The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming, and you let yourself melt into his touch, surrendering to the slow, building wave of passion that took over you both.

He leaned back slightly, his eyes dark, filled with a possessive hunger that only grew as he watched you. "I want to feel every part of you," he murmured, the words dripping with desire.

The exhaustion seeped into you rapidly, as your eyes fluttered shut.

God I feel so good.

Aizawa pulled back slowly, his breathing still heavy but steadying, his dark eyes searching your face for something, any sign of discomfort. His hand rested gently on your hip, his thumb stroking small, soothing circles into your skin.

You were both quiet for a few moments, just basking in the aftermath, the silence comforting as your bodies adjusted to the peaceful calm that followed. You could feel the tenderness in the way Aizawa touched you, as if he was trying to ground you, to reassure you that everything was okay.

He shifted beside you, pulling you closer until your head rested against his chest. His hand moved up to gently brush the hair from your face, his touch slow and deliberate, like he was memorizing the way you felt in this moment.

“You’re okay,” he murmured softly, his voice low but full of concern. He could feel your breath still uneven, your pulse racing beneath his fingertips. “Breathe, just like that. I’ve got you.”

You nodded, feeling the softness of his voice wrap around you like a protective blanket. The connection between you two felt stronger now, the raw intensity of the moment replaced by an overwhelming sense of comfort.

His other hand, warm and calloused, slid up to your shoulder, gently squeezing as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

You let your eyes flutter shut once more, your body relaxing into his warmth, the tenderness of it all washing over you. “Thank you,” you whispered, your voice soft and vulnerable.

Aizawa's breath hitched slightly at the sincerity in your words, and he pulled you in a little closer, as if needing to feel you against him, to make sure you were really there, really okay. He buried his face in your hair, inhaling deeply, almost as though he was savoring the scent of you—the aftermath, the peace that now filled the space where there had been only fire moments before.

“You don’t need to thank me,” he whispered. His hand moved from your shoulder to your side, his fingers tracing lazy patterns across your skin. “I’m here. I’ll always be here for you.”

The quiet weight of his words made your heart swell. You could feel the love behind them, and the care, the desire to keep you safe and cherished.

You shifted slightly, pressing your cheek against his chest, letting the steady beat of his heart lull you into further relaxation. His hand rested on your back, a comforting pressure that grounded you in the moment.

“I’ve got you,” he repeated, his voice like a soothing balm, each word brushing over you like a kiss. “Let me take care of you now.”

And so he did. His movements were slow and careful as he tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear and kissed your forehead. His hands stroked gently over your body, a way of reaffirming his presence, of showing you that he was there and that you were safe and cherished.

After a few minutes, Aizawa reached over and grabbed a soft blanket, pulling it over both of you. He shifted slightly so you could settle against him more comfortably, his arm draping over your waist. You fit perfectly in his embrace, as though you belonged there.

He pressed a soft kiss to your temple, his voice now quieter, more intimate. “Get some rest,” he whispered. “We’ll talk more tomorrow. You’re safe, I promise.”

You nodded, your eyelids heavy, the exhaustion from the intense connection weighing you down. You felt safe in his arms, the warmth of his body a shield against the world outside.

As you began to drift off, Aizawa’s hand remained gently resting on your side, his breathing slow and steady, matching yours. The rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear was a lullaby, a reminder that no matter what, he would always be there.

The last thing you remembered before sleep took you was the feel of his lips on your forehead, whispering softly, “I love you.”

And in that moment, you knew that you were truly home.

[rottendollface]

Pots of kinks.

Character: Jacob Alden.

Warnings: NSFW, female reader, established relationship, Jacob is older than reader, both protected and unprotected sex, slight BDSM, breeding kink, creampie, heavy obsessive behavior, oral sex (+ rimming), shibari, CNC, mention of drugging and keeping hostage, mention of psychological violence, voyeurism and photo shooting without consent, tantric sex, 18+.

Author's note: I made a list of my favorite kinks, and for some reason, I believed in myself and decided to draw the pots by hand. It was a mistake, and they look horrible, for what I apologize deeply.

Discipline

Jacob isn’t a fan of discipline, mostly because he is the first from your couple to melt into a crying mess and beg for more. Due to this reason, he rarely acts as dominant, but if you ask him nicely, he will make your wish come true. Prepare for the worst: no touching, moaning, and lamenting is allowed for you. He loves the way chokers look on your neck, so he will put one on you for sure. Jacob will treat you like a doll: brush your hair, fix your outfit for you, and inspect your body. Starting by pinching at your nipples and cupping your breasts, then coming to your pussy. Nothing can be more sweeter than your attempts to keep a straight face and stay silent, restrained from clinging and showing any signs of pleasure, as the wet spot on your panties grows bigger. Jacob will do everything to make you fail: he will grope your supple meat, bend you down and finger fuck you. He can even mock you for being so needy and messy. Be sure, the game will end quickly, as his own arousing demands attention – it is impossible not to get overly excited at the way you bite your lips and your chest rises heavily.

Sexual frustration

Age difference

When Jacob is in the mood for edging, he will initiate a long, torturing foreplay. Kiss him the way you love while sitting on his lap and rubbing your clothed cunt on his bulge slowly, your arms stroking his chest. Whisper him your desires, listen to his while Jacob squeezes your ass, then his fingers spreading your leaking hole and brushing your entrance with fingertips… and forget about going further. Jacob will find something urgent to do and leave both of you excited and frustrated to have wild sex a couple of hours after.

Tantric sex

Jacob isn’t into age play and doesn’t pay much attention to the age difference in your relationship, but there is something spicy about being older and more experienced than you. Jacob likes to guide you, give you advice when you need help, and tell you about the things you didn’t know before. It doesn’t have a physical impact, but pleases him psychologically to be your rock.

Roughness

You introduced this way of intimacy to Jacob. You assured him that it starts far before actual sex and includes intimate talks and spending time together. Not to say he understands it completely, but Jacob likes everything that means being together. At first you are having fun cooking, then watching a film in each other’s embrace. Soft touches, his fingers trailing down your hand, while you leave lazy kisses on his cheek. Jokes and a pleasant conversation, full of nice things to tell. An initiating kiss, your fingers curling into his hair, as the atmosphere gets heated, and Jacob presses you to his body to be closer to you. It grows into sensual, gentle love making: you are lying on your side in Jacob’s embrace, one of his hands holding your throat and other is resting behind your head, giving it support, while he is pounding into you leisurely. You turn your head to him, leaving messy kisses across his face until he finds your lips with his and involves you into a one long kiss. This tranquil sessions can last for hours until the awaited climax.

Sometimes Jacob has that special mood, when lowest forms of attraction take over him. Instead of usual lovemaking he goes straight to destroying your cunt in missionary and your whorish moans only encourage him to continue. He grabs your throat violently and tightens his grip with each thrust, feeling your cunt spasming on his length harder than usual. Jacob adores the way your nails claw into his scalp and skin of his back, as you cling to him. For a next round he will take you from behind, watching with extra pleasure how fat on your ass jiggles every time his hips buck into yours. Jacob will leave slaps on it too and stop only when your ass gets this beautiful reddish color.

Breeding

Expect him to be ashamed of his behavior during aftercare. Probably, he will ask to forgive him for being rude with you, in worse scenarios he will be dying silently, going over and over his words and actions in his head.

Oral

Jacob lives for that. Just one thought of his potent cum stretching your pussy makes him lose all his composure. He wants a classic family with two kids and a housewife, and you fit both roles of caring mother and housekeeper perfectly. He prefers to go on you without a condom, yet you are the one who keeps insisting on protection, because your gynecologist says that you can get pregnant easily. Just because he loves you, Jacob doesn’t want to make you feel stressed in a relationship with him, so he is waiting patiently. For now, he is content with what he has – rare creampies are allowed, when your pregnancy chances are low. Jacob cums so much the biggest part of his seed just oozes out of you down to your ass, leaving beautiful wet traces of his cum and your wetness mixed together. When he is in a kinky mood, he plunges your hole with his fingers to prevent cum from spilling, and finger fucks you until his dick gets erected, only to make a new load inside your womb.

You don’t even have to ask for Jacob to eat you out – he is eagerly asking you for this himself. He loves your holes, and both of them will get attention. Your little clit begs to be caressed with his lips and tongue, and who Jacob is to refuse it. His method is simple, yet effective: licking from your hole up to your clit. He spares some time to circle your opening and tease it with short licks, before letting his tongue inside you. After he is done with your leaking hole, he kisses his way up to your clit and licks it with a tip of his tongue only, before sucking on it and munching it with lips. Don’t be shy and grab his hair, press his face harder to your pussy – he loves some erotic roughness coming from you. You got the prettiest asshole, tight and extremely sensitive, so he can make you cum by eating your ass in seconds, yet he prefers a longer way: while his tongue explores your asshole, his fingers toy with your pussy, making you an absolute mess. Once his fingers plunged inside your soft cunt and his mouth leaves lewd kisses on your ass at the same time, you feel dizzy and your mind can think only about this lecherous torture.

Bondage

Things get different when it is your turn to please him. Jacob can’t think straight (or better say, he can’t think at all) when his cock is buried deep inside your throat and your tongue is sliding along, giving pleasurable pressure on frenulum and just a little stimulation at the tip. You change between deep throating and sucking swiftly, your hands stroke his shaft, as your tongue swirls on the tip. All he can do is blubber your name, while his hands are pressing on your head gently. You can feel Jacob’s approaching climax and you let his dick out of your mouth and stop all the stimulation right before it, changing focus of your attention to his lips instead. You almost fuck his mouth with your tongue, licking and biting at his lips before slipping into his hot mouth in and out. Your tongue caresses and plays with Jacob’s, your saliva mixes together, as you break the kiss and shove your wet tongue into his open mouth, letting saliva flow down. Then you lick his lips playfully and kiss Jacob again. His moans add nice vibration to the kiss. Your hand reaches his leaking cock and you go down again to bring him what he wants the most.

Jacob is a big fan of bondage, and his skill may surprise you. He has always wanted to make a shibari themed photoset, so he will ask for your assistance. Jacob makes tight knots and uses the best shibari ropes to make sure they won’t hurt you and will be comfortable to your skin. In his head, he already has an outfit and location design; makeup, hairstyle, and accessories are up to you. He will make a corset from ropes on your chest, tie your wrists in a prayer gesture, then bind your arms and hang them up, spread your legs, and fix them with a row of knots. His gratitude and appreciation to you for showing interest in his hobby are endless. If you start to feel uncomfortable, he will stop everything and untie you while comforting you. Jacob wants nothing more, but to make it enjoyable and fun for both of you.

Collar & Leash

If you are ready to spice things up, Jacob will bring it to the bed. Nothing extreme hides behind a kinky façade: he just ties your hands to have control over them. Your physical restriction makes his dick harder and sends animalistic impulses down his spine. Breeding you with your hands tied and fixed above your head makes Jacob cum even more – his seed is leaking out with his dick still inside, as no more room is left for it.

CNC

Jacob is blessed to see both of them on your pretty neck. He cums instantly just by pulling the leash and bringing you closer to him. Tight black band of leather on your delicate neck and a leash, contrasting with your skin, is a sight of pure erotic. You were created to feed his demons: Jacob usually doesn’t let dark fantasies roam inside his head, but when he has you all exposed, left with nothing but a collar and leash on your body, he can’t control this voluptuous fever. His favorite way of using it is when you take a condom inside your mouth and put it on his cock by using your throat, as Jacob gradually pushes a leash.

Obsession

Jacob has a shameful fantasy that he will always keep as a secret. He is against violence and degradation, but not in this case. This absolutely horrifying thought appeared in his head since the first time he met you. Struck by your beauty, Jacob wished to have you no matter what. He fantasizes of inviting you to his place and then drugging you to lock you in his basement and take advantage of your sleeping body. He imagines his hands groping your breasts and plump flesh of your waist, touching you everywhere he wants. Jacob wishes to corrupt you, force his dick inside your unprepared cunt and just rape you. Thrusting into you at a sinister pace, pulling you on his dick so hard it hurts for both of you. If you wake up he will give you a drink that will make your head clouded, refuse – and he will pour it down your throat himself. Your cries and laments to stop are the best aphrodisiac to him. Jacob is afraid one day he will lose his mind and let that demonic part take over him, but that fantasy of you unconscious on a cold dusty basement floor with your legs wide open and drool leaking down your face excites him. You are already perfect, but Jacob will finish your transformation into a pure perfection by breaking you and making you an obedient doll who worships him.

Jacob loves you. By that he means that you are a center of his universe and the reason he wakes up every morning. He can’t stay apart from you, he can’t breathe without you. When you are with him everything gets easy. No one can take you from him. Jacob treasures and protects you like a zealot, he knows your every habit and can predict your behavior out to the last detail. He knows everything about you: your cycle, names of all your family members, names, addresses and phone numbers of your friends, and a lot of other stuff that you probably don’t know about your darlings and even about yourself. Jacob is happy that you are dating him: he does everything to earn your love and make you fall for him more and more with every day. You belong to him and you will stay with him forever – your consent is wished, but not required. Try to leave and no one will ever find you: Jacob will lock you inside his house and chain you to his bed. He will destroy you mentally until you decide to stay with him voluntarily.

Voyeurism

Jacob tries not to be clingy, but he needs to hear you saying that you love him everyday. During sex he will ask you to tell him that you belong to him. He likes to mark you as his: matching outfits, accessories for couples, sharing his clothes with you, literally everything to make other people know, that you are his.

Jacob has a telescope and fancy camera lenses that he uses for illegal reasons. You are too carefree and neglect using curtains, so sometimes Jacob can see you playing with yourself or walking naked. You will never notice him watching you, as he is the best at hiding his strange hobby. Jacob knows how to make you cum in seconds by watching you doing so to yourself: you liked stuffing your cunt with your fingers and pressing them close to your crotch so they will rub your clit while you are pounding into your hole. He isn’t only watching you, Jacob is making pictures and recording videos he can use later. Ecstatic shivers are running down Jacob’s spine every time he watches you through the camera, as he massages bulge on his pants. It is a unique secret bond only you and him share.

While spending time together, Jacob will watch you constantly. He can’t get enough of you: he will observe you eating, stretching your limbs, scratching your head… nothing will escape his sight. Expect him to peep on you while changing your clothes or having a shower at his place. Jacob is all-seeing, and when you think you are safe from his careful gaze, know that he is still watching you.