#dom/sub themes

[sleep-0-deprived]

Yandere roommate, Bottom head cannons ~

Yandere roommate who’s been stalking you for months waiting to pounce at the opportunity to get close to you, your old roommate sadly “moving away” randomly leaving you in a crunch to find a new one! You weren’t picky you were desperate and he was available and willing to pay over half the rent and expenses, a deal a young man such as yourself couldn’t deny.

Yandere roommate who places cameras in your shower right behind your shower head giving perfect view of your body as your hand glides over your pecs making your Yandere roommates mouth water watching you all flustered in his room with his laptop open, the sight of your muscular arms flexing and bulging as you wash your hair making the Yandere squirm around his stomach twitching and itching desperate to get you inside him.

Yandere roommate who always cleans up around the apartment making sure the dishes are done and the meals are made, even going as far as to make you lunches as he feeds the fantasy of being your “boyfriend” his head spinning being so close to you breathing in your scent having him dizzy and red in the face with him being completely delusional.

Yandere roommate who gets all pissed and psychotic when he sees you around any girls, he’s completely ballistic and the next day they are always found in a gruesome state since he wants to ensure “he’s the only one you have~”. The Yandere will always be so sweet and act so sympathetic to you over the women’s deaths but secretly thrilled you’re coming to him for comfort! Having you holding onto him all frustrated and upset makes him nearly pass out in glee.

Yandere roommate who steals a few of your things, stealing your hoodie or even your boxers. He keeps a box hidden away with all the things he’s stolen from you inside his closet obsessed with your scent the feeling of his delusional brain becoming so corrupted and twisted he imagines your things as “gifts~” to him making him fall more manic over the delusion of him being your boyfriend.

Yandere roommate who gets all pent up, when you’re at work or at your university he can’t help himself but to go to your room since it “smells” like you. His face buried in your pillows groaning and whining out as he stuffs two fingers into his loosened hole, pushing past his bud as he breaths in your scent doing his best to imagine your fingers reaching the best of depths inside him wanting you to the point his eyes well up with tears of desperation.

Yandere roommate who starts leaving himself in more skimpy clothing, you say his jeans look nice and those are suddenly his favorite jeans, wearing purposefully tight things that show every hip dip and thigh gap this man had. He makes sure to rub his ass right against your groin when squeezing past you making you let out a few labored grunts hiding your arousal while he murmur an innocent “I’m sorry!~” towards you

Yandere roommate who slowly gets you to fall for him. Getting you so pent up and horny for him that you can’t help yourself but to fuck him silly, his face shoved into the couch pillows with his back arched ass in the air as you grip his love handles for dear life like a pent up animal in rut as you heave on top of him holding him close all pinned down into the couch as the squelching sound of your cock stretching his slick rim open fills the apartment.

Yandere roommate who turns it into a habit doing his best to get you to fuck him anywhere everywhere to the point he can only drool getting fucked on your cock with his plush lips all agape his eyes widened and glossed over with lust as he barely musters out “Mhh fuck!, o-oh~ right there~~” as your cock head ravages and assaults his prostate making his puffy rim try to wink around you and greedily swallow more.

Yandere roommate who’s bent over the counter his boxers around his ankle as your hands grope the globes of his cheeks pressing your tongue against his rim watching hazily as it twitches only serving as fuel for you to delve past his bud with your tongue massaging his inner walls flicking against his bundle of nerves so much his cock just twitches all leaky pressed between the counter and his stomach while you drool sloppily down your own chin while eating his ass out.

[rodolfoparras]

Say something stupid (like I love you)

Pairing: Male character x Top Male reader

Cw: 18+, non human yandere character, human yandere reader, stalking, obsessing, possessiveness, masturbation, bondage, blood play, spit play, non consensual voyeurism, dubious consent, dom male reader, sub male character

Synopis: After spending so many years looking for the right one for him, he finally finds you or you find him…

When he first met you he hadn’t intended to fall in love, matter of fact he’d long given up on the concept solely because his partners rarely viewed love and relationships in the same way that he did.

Sure they’ve gotten jealous over him but never did they get possessive like he did.

Sure they’ve loved him but never did they get obsessed like he did.

Sure he’d been in committed relationships but never did they allow him to claim them properly.

And because of that he always broke up with them.

It’s love, he tried to explain, the all consuming type that has you tapping into your deepest darkest desires.

His previous lovers didn’t understand it, no one seemed to do, until he met you.

He had observed you through the shadows at first, not wanting to scare you away before he’d even gotten the chance to say hello.

He’d watch you practice in the garden. You were rather skilled with the sword but there were still weak spots in your swordsmanship, windows of opportunity where someone could come and harm you.

From then on he decided that he’d do everything in his power to prevent you from getting hurt, even if that meant secretly watching you from bushes and trees while you practiced with your sword.

He’d sometimes watch you take short walks to town. You didn’t seem to care whether it was day or night, seemingly determined as ever to finish whatever errand you had in mind. But he cared because sure while you knew how to wield a sword, the world you lived in was very unpredictable. You shouldn’t roam around alone so of course he followed wherever you decided to go.

He’d even watch you sleep until dusk turned into dawn through the window you always forget to close. Sometimes you couldn’t fall asleep for whatever reason, so you’d lay in bed, body bare and on full display lazily stroking your dick, grunts and groans tumbling past your lips, as you steadily worked yourself towards your release.

He tried not to look, it would be rather improper of him. He’d instead trail his gaze around your surroundings to make sure no one was watching, no one else but him.

You never noticed him or maybe you did because sometimes you’d throw a look over your shoulder while practicing with your sword as if you could feel someone watching you.

And sometimes you’d take one too many unnecessary trips to town, each time taking a new and unfamiliar path as if wanting to keep him on his toes somehow.

And sometimes while pleasuring yourself, you’d gaze into the open window, right in the spot where he usually hides himself, eyes searching the dark as if you were looking for something or rather someone, as if you were looking for him.

However the most notable thing was that you never seemed to fear him, at least not from what he could see.

There were no goosebumps rising upon your skin whenever you thought someone was watching you at practice, no pulse wildly beating under your skin when he was following you closely, no shaking limbs except for when you inched closer to your release.

He was intrigued.

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months and soon enough he decided to make himself known.

When he’d stepped out of the shadows and into the light he’d been intrigued with how much more beautiful you were up close but he’d been more intrigued with how familiar you seemed to be with him.

You didn’t lunge him down to the ground, didn’t bring your sword to his throat, didn’t even try to walk away when he came up to you.

Instead you said his name with a soft smile on your face, pronouncing the string of letters as if you were rather familiar with them, as if you were familiar with him. How you’d found that out, he had no idea.

He was used to an air of caution surrounding his conquests, the other party needing some time before they warmed up to him, maybe two or three dates before they allowed him to steal a kiss but there was no need for that with you.

There was no need for it when you were the one to pull him in for a kiss, a yelp of surprise turning into whimpers and whines, steadily licking into his mouth as if trying to erase any trace of previous conquests, sucking on his tongue and biting on his lips as if trying to devour him, before breaking apart, a string of blood and spit connecting you to him

At that point his conquests usually try to run away. They see the wild look in his eyes, the blood smeared around his mouth and run for the hills.

Instead it seems like you’re trying to prevent him from running away, one hand keeping a vice like grip on his throat, thumb pressing down on his Adam apples til his ears ring and world blurs while the other hand blindly fumbles for the cleft of his ass, fingers brushing over his clothed entrance.

He’d never managed to go as far as to get his conquests into bed yet here you were tying his limbs to the bed posters, using a bit of pre to stretch the tight ring of muscles before sinking into his warm wet heat like you owed it, uncaring of the way he winces and hisses as you set a steady pace with your hips, solely focusing on your pleasure.

You keep your gaze glued to his, like he’d done with you for so many weeks, eyes wide and frantic as if someone would steal him away from you, taking in the tears trickling down his cheeks, the way spit is dribbling down his chin, the way his cock is uselessly slaps against his abdomen while you frantically thrust into him.

And when he thought it was time to leave, feeling absolutely spent and wrung dry, nothing but pathetic spurts of cum spilling from his cock,you had stopped him before he could even get up.

This time you lunged at him, still naked as ever, your hard cock pressing against his thigh while pushing the sharp blade of a knife up against his jugglar.

Right then and there he knew that he loved you

and he knew that you loved him too.

[xochimillilili]

Making a sweet little thing kneel at my feet, eyes wide and pretty mouth swearing to worship me for their whole life, before taking me whole in their mouth

Moaning my name over and over into and against me like a holy prayer until my cum blesses their throat and overwhelms their mind~

[gaywerewolfwithanxiety]

NSFW

Okay but imagine a sub puppy boy at your service willing to bend over literally anywhere if you order him to.

Even if you are the one getting fucked, they still act like a total whore. Begging to cum inside you and since he begged so well, you let him, ordering him to lick off his own cum from your hole.

You enjoy making him sit on your face, while you grope his ass and play with his hole, making his whole face go red.

He, on the other hand, loves to dress up as a dog, with cute little floppy ears on either side of his head and a butt plug in the shape of a dog tail pounded into his ass.

You loved slapping his ass, stopping only until it's fully red with your handprint. He loved being your little pet and when you bought a collar for him which said that he was your property, he was beyond happy.

[agoofyannoyancetolaw]

holy

a/n: decided to take some inspo from that very first fic I wrote so tada. It’s a long one so buckle in folks- also some reader dialog because it was needed for plot :/

minors DNI I’m fr.

phillip was a good man, a holy man, a priest. He had sworn celibacy a long time ago and has kept it every day even when the prettiest boys would look at him and his heart ached to feel their touch. He had his church and his small town and he was happy with just that and nothing more- until the little town he loved started to change around him, the church got hard for him to sit in with the feeling of burning pain coursing through him every time he preached.

he just couldn’t understand it?? Why had his god cursed him with these sudden pains in the place he called home? Why has his house felt so hauntingly open to the world as if someone was following him, watching him. And it didn’t help that every damn night he felt as if someone or something was in bed with him and teasing his senses and urges with every passing second.

he had searched his entire apartment, throwing things and moving chairs and desks to try to find where the hell this feeling had come from- only to find a small pentagram on the floor of the last owners carpet which he jumped at.

he fell back on the ground with a thud, his cross necklace falling directly onto the pentagram as a hazy feeling filled the air that made him want to gag or run away on his heels like a child.

your shadowy figure stood over him in silence- long horns, sharp claws, a tail and folded wings; a demon. God what had he done! He didn’t want this, he didn’t want to be killed or dammed or anything else! He was too focused on this thoughts to even feel your hand grip his chin and tilt his head up as if you were inspecting him

“ah. A pretty little priest, hm? Almost a shame you summoned me- although you’re stuck with me now either way.” You hummed with a smile, his eyes widening at your voice and your claim alike

“leave me be!! Creature of Satan-!” graves said in a surprisingly shaky voice for someone so educated on demons

“Aw, it’s not like I’m going to hurt you- but your stuck with me now” you hummed as you knocked him out with a simple tap on his shoulder due to his fear and carried him to his bed.

over the weeks he had gotten used to you. Your figure haunting over him while he tried to sleep and the burning he could feel when he was inside the church with you silently stalking outside past the windows of the church as if you were a normal person- god he even started to like having you around. your handsome voice ringing in his ear or your calloused hands touching him when you moved him around the house… but that would be wrong! You’re a demon, a creature banned by his god!

He tried ignoring it, he really did. But the feeling of your hands gripping at his hips and the feeling of your hot breath on his neck kept reminding him of those sinful ideas; yet none the less it sent his blood rushing to his lower half. Especially when you insisted to sleep next to him every night.

This morning when he woke up he would have to pry himself out of your grip to get ready for the day per usual. Although the feeling of your member practically flush against him was making him whine- he couldn’t contain the urge to nestle up against you and grind against you ever so slightly like a dog in heat. He felt horrid for doing this, sinful even.. but he continued anyway till you woke up with a lazy chuckle, soft pleas already falling from his pretty lips.

He only stopped when he felt your hands grip his hips and play with the waistband of his boxers, his entire body shuttering as he felt your warm hands tease his rim. He knew this was wrong, he knew this wouldn’t be something he could make up for with god- but it felt so good.

he practically lost his breath when he felt one of your digits slip into him slowly, the painful stretch making him scramble to try not to make noise as you played his body like a fiddle. He could already feel a hot coiling sensation slowly tense and build up in the depth of his mind. his pretty little jaw slack and tears dotting his eyes as you slid another finger in and pressed against his prostate softly; his cock twitching against his now tugged down boxers with pathetic whimpers to accompany the sensation. He clenched around your fingers like a vice as you prepped him, half out of it by the time you pulled your digits out.

he wiggled around a bit searching for your fingers again before he felt the burning pleasure of your members head against his rim, the slow push making him feel as if it was in his throat or skewering him whole. He was moaning loudly by the time your hips were flushed against his, his lips bruised from how hard he tried to keep his mouth shut.

his breath was sharp as he desperately tried to focus on the way you bucked into him and bruised his hips With your grip.. god how has he sworn to not do this!? He couldn’t even put together a sentence as he painted the sheets white, clenching around you so tightly that you did the same inside of him. his back arching so prettily when you pulled over and kissed him on the cheek as if he was yours…

he didn’t like the fact he had broken his oath, but he would sell his soul to you just to do it again.

[melodic-haze]

how do you feel about sub arlecchino in boss form?

☆ — DEMO TRACK: sub!boss form!Arlecchino x dom!Reader

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Implied that reader has a cock/strap though it can be taken as fingering or oral, whatever's your preference 🤷‍♀️, does this count as monsterfucking, magic bondage??

☆ — NOTES: Arlecchino might be the only spider I will never be afraid of please take her away from me

HOW DO I FEEL??? YOU SHOULD BE ASKIGN HER❗️❗️❗️❗️ Joking I'm unfit as hell so realistically I would probably die but ohhhh I am SO sure I'm gonna at least try

Idk if you guys understand (you probably do if you've seen my other Arle posts) but the thought of absolutely bringing such a powerful being to my knees SOOOO easily even though she could like kill me or reverse our positions in less than a second is so????? Top it off w the fact that she does it willingly ohhhhhhmygod hold me back or else I'll go insane

But like it's funny when!! The Traveller couldn't do ANYTHING to her and yet the moment you say jump she basically flies

Being allowed to be the closest to Arlecchino's very heart and soul meant knowing every single facet of her being and cherishing her: from her harsh duties as a Fatui Harbinger to her past and the two girls that died with it, only for just one of them—her—to come out of it reborn and alive.

Or at least, almost every single facet of her being.

"I am unsure about this, my love."

"Why's that?"

"You do realise that you are asking me to.. not hold my power back, yes?"

You nodded, "That's what I said."

You had known of her alternate form for a while now. Her unleashing even just a fraction of her true potential, manifesting into the form of a tall sillhouette akin to a spider bathed in crimson and the dangerously oppressive air of nothing but fear. She's used it to show those that oppose her just how unequal the scales are in their battles against her, she is as lethal as she is beautiful...

And you, on the other hand, are curious.

So you brought it up in the midst of your little.. téte-a-téte. A suggestion, of course, nothing demanding because you wouldn't want to pressure your dearly beloved into doing what she didn't want to do—such power did come with a great curse.

Arlecchino was vehemently against it at first, of course. And for good measure too; you KNEW it wouldn't just be a slight increase of strength. But the case you made.. admittedly had a curious appeal. And the power you had over her, the control she had submitted to you? She was willing to do whatever you asked (usually within reason). So she suggested to shelf the experimental matter for now and let her think on it, which you do.

And now, after a few days of consideration on her part, your current situation is the result of such a suggestion.

Your lover looks at you with furrowed eyebrows and narrowed eyes, not due to disappointment at your lack of concern for yourself (though actually there may be a little bit of that too) or cold anger at your insistent provocation to get your desired result (she could never be mad at her dearest). Rather, it is due to her flabberghasted state of confusion, "I have said this before but I could hurt you despite it being unnecessary. Why do you risk your life to sate such curiosities?"

"Because I trust you, Peruere."

She stills—you had dropped her title and opted to use her true name instead, a privilege only reserved for a very select few, with one of them dead. When she doesn't speak in turn, you walk up to her and hold both of her hands, dark and cursed yet so very beautiful to your eyes, just like her.

"Just like you trust yourself to me, I trust myself to you." You lifted one of her hands to tenderly kiss her knuckles, "I want to see every single side of you, including the ones you try to keep from me. I didn't run away when you revealed your status as a Harbinger, did I?"

"No."

"Exactly. Plus," you gave her a lighthearted grin, "I haven't necessarily scolded that side of you for hurting your children, have I?"

Her expression relaxes at your remark, though she does look confused—akin to a lost puppy when she tilts her head the slightest bit, "You have done so already, have you not? And it was but a light scuffle, I have taught them well enough that they aren't as injured as they would have been otherwise.. even if their attacks were pitiful."

"Arlecchino!" You chuckled out her title despite the loud bemusement of your voice, "Come on."

Her face never really shows all that much emotion, but you do see the slightly humorous glimmer in her crossed-out eyes, "I speak of the truth. They should have given a better performance."

You rolled your eyes, "That aside," and you give her a soft, reassuring look, "do you feel a little better now?"

She takes another pause.. and then nods. "Yes," she agrees, "I do. But I urge you to tell me if something feels wrong, alright?"

"Of course." You lean in to press another kiss, on her lips this time, before drawing back as fast as you came, "I wouldn't want to worry you further."

And so now you are faced to faced with this monstrous being. But that's what you've been wanting the entire time, isn't it? Lol sorry I'll get out of the weird monologue speak IT ABSOLUTELY IS THE MOMENT YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FORRR

You start off slow, obviously—caressing every inch of her. This is new, and you wouldn't want to worry your lover, do you? It's best not to rush into it even though ik you guys just wanna get into it idk 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

Your hands graze her skin, your fingers trace new lines and markings.....and if you're a fashion nerd you probably inspect her clothing's transformation too, though you don't really have to be a fashion geek in order to take it off

THOUGH.......actually? Tell her to strip for you, to give you a show. Tell her you want to see her full body bare. I meant what I said when I told you she would willingly follow your every command, as if she were more devoted to you than the Tsaritsa herself, and that includes this

Just lean back and watch her as she slowly strips herself down, every inch of her body visible for you to see. You see her eyes glow crimson too, a physical manifestation of her pyro domain responding to her desire for you

Methinks that in this form specifically, she while she's a lot more strong and a lot more durable, she's also a lot more sensitive bc she'd be much more connected and hyper-aware of everything that's happening. This is my own take on how it feels to be in the form she's in btw idk how it'd work but anyway this means!! A lot of good things for you :3

If you try to put her fingers in your mouth you'll notice that she's warm. And I mean like REALLY fucking warm—her body doesn't stay at that temperature too. As you lick and suck on her digits, you'll notice that her skin, her fingers, get warmer and warmer the longer she watches you and feels you

Not just her fingers too 🥰🥰 if your touch goes down and you feel her cunt, it's HOT to the touch, though not scorching that'd be wild as hell. The shock would probably take you off guard though, and she'll probably be worried at first but like reassure her that you haven't been hurt or anything and that you're perfectly okay!!

Acc reassure her a LOT. Sure, yeah, she's the one that holds the power and she DOES have impeccable control over it, but she doesn't want to risk like yk. Accidentally killing you somehow and essentially throwing away someone so undoubtedly special to her just bc you wanted to monsterfuck out of curiosity 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ like that's such a way to go

Weak domtop reassuring op subbot during sex is like a silly trope I love it can you lot tell I think you can tell

Anyway it's not like she'll leave you to do all the work either; she can't leave you all unsatisfied like that, she wants you happy too :( so her free hand goes all the way down and she returns the favour. She does it amazingly too, like she's very careful with it but the heat on her hands basically does most of the heavy lifting as well anyway, and by now she probably knows of all the different ways to get you moaning out with her 🫶

Going down on her, fucking her is all well and good......but YOU KNOW WHAT YOU CAN DO TO MAKE IT BETTER???? Yk the. When the Traveller couldn't move bc of her pyro web things. That. Except on her. Do you guys like see my vision I hope you do

Having her restrict herself as you go in and out of her in any way you like ougjfhgh.......I think it's the fact that she could just easily dispel it and even reverse it on you bc IT'S HER FUCKING ABILITY and yet she doesn't bc she wants to be all good for you. So she struggles in HER OWN WEB as you're essentially free to do whatever you want with her

Her like. Those extra appendages she has in her boss form too. Some of them are twitching and flailing about as you fuck her silly, others are simultaneously trying to hold you closer to her body, returning the favour even further by touching you everywhere she can AND trying not to hurt you by squeezing you too hard or accidentally burning you or anything

Just the whole struggle to not hurt you but her senses are getting muddled with pleasure I keep going back to this but it's just SOOOO ugh. Yo ugysdont understanddd I'm like probably malnourished so to dom someone who can snap me in half is mmmmmmmmMAN 🤤🤤🤤eys please

God she definitely has more stamina and libido than she already did before too??? Bc of like the heat and the strength increase. So holy fuck you're going to be going at it for AGESSSS.......Not like constantly though, she WILL make you take breaks and that will acc be the ONLY time she uses her web ability thing on you bc she is still concerned for your wellbeing no matter what 🥰🥰🥰

When you're acc all done though, which is. Not for a LONG time, you both kinda sit there, spent (more you than her probably) and her detransformed. Prepare yourself for GODLY aftercare by Father herself 🙏🙏 she like treats you to even more pampering than usual, not letting you lift a FINGER to do anything and her treating you personally if you got any burns at the end of your session

"I care not if you like my fire's sting, my dearest," she gently yet firmly tugged on your arm, "I will not stand for it if such an injury that I accidentally inflicted gets worse."

"Aww..." You sighed goodnaturedly, "I guess at least it makes for a good scar."

"Y/N."

"Whaaaat? I'm right!"

She shook her head, though the corners of her eyes crinkled, "Come here and let me treat you."

As risky as that was on you, not only has your curiosity has been more than sated, but Arlecchino finds herself.. wanting to repeat the experience. Shedding that extra layer of herself in such a moment felt.. much more intimate than usual. It was addicting

That won't be for a good while though—she'd agree to doing it once every few months :3

[idontplaytrack]

I love this view

Regina George x fem! reader

Warnings: MDNI, smut. top!Regina/sub!reader, strap use, praise & degradation

Requested! Sorry this took awhile🧍🏻‍♀️Part 2 of ‘She will be loved’.

“Well, you also did more than that, but…anything for you, eh?” Your fingers traced along her arm. Regina chuckles, “Oh, I’m just as shocked as you are. Sorry about the mess.”

“I’m not sorry, Reg. They’re just sheets.” You laughed, rubbing her back. “You wanna take a shower? Freshen up?”

“That sounds nice, sure.”

“Alright.” You got up first, then pulled her up, “Let’s go.” She smacks you on the ass while you walk ahead of her, entering the ensuite bathroom first. You gasped, “Regina.”

“I think, it’s only fair that you get your turn too now.” She whispers into your ear, sending a chill down your back. “Do you want that, baby girl?”

————

With your eyes shut, you took a deep breath as an attempt to calm yourself down. But Regina’s hand was already caressing your body, specifically your lower back as you stood next to her. She hummed, turning to look at you fully. You looked back at her just as shy as you were tempted. Regina saw this coming, she knew you wouldn’t be able to resist…she knew she’d be able to have the upper hand once you were done with her. She loved returning the favour. Regina stood closer to you, body flush against yours, an arm around you. Her face was merely a few inches away from your own…her gaze mesmerising you instantly. A breath was caught in your throat as you gave her a very eager nod of your head. Your girlfriend grinned, capturing your lips into her own victoriously. And so…a very handsy shower followed, getting you all riled up and ready for her, no matter what she had in store for you.

Any words or thoughts you had were very quickly gone by the time you two returned to her bed. Practically stumbling backwards, she nearly pinned you down as she expertly straddled you before starting a sloppy makeout. “Are you gonna be so quiet all evening, baby?” Regina asked, the laugh that followed was low, and slightly menacing. Which to her knowledge majorly turned you on. She smirked, breaking away from your lips. You whined, unhappy about it. She then proceeded to climb off you and told you to wait. You exhaled harshly in frustration while you watched her get off the bed. Like you, she wasn’t wearing anything, so while she walked over to your closet, getting a different strap and putting that on herself…you watched her the way she moved around so elegantly, how her hair fell on her shoulders. Then, your eyes fell on her bare chest…just ogling. You couldn’t help it, and as if she read your mind, you saw her face herself towards you while putting the harness on.

“Like what you see, don’t you?”

You bite back a scoff, not wanting to be a brat and have her smack you in a few minutes. “Answer me.” She said it sweetly, but you just knew she meant it another way, “Do you like what you see?”

You averted your eyes on reflex, nodding your head, “Yeah.”

She’d put the harness on, now walking closer to you. Regina doesn’t straddle you again, but instead told you to straddle her. She watched you closely while holding near the bottom of the length. “You know what to do, sit on it.” She ordered, voice barely audible but tone made your head spin. You felt like you were in a daze, going on autopilot. Sitting still on the silicone shaft was the easy part, the real suffering came once she reached forward and began to rub your clit. You flinched, biting on your lip to muffle any possible noises. Regina glared at you, “Don’t hold back.”

“Okay.” You gulped.

“Baby…shift yourself. Let me get a tit in my mouth, hm?’ Her free hand caresses your back intentionally. And so you did, you moved into a slightly different position, arms folded and resting on the top of your bedframe which allowed your chest to be pressed against her face. You feel her smiling, then wrapping her lips around a teat. A breathy moan flies out your mouth, and when you felt her tongue swirling around the tip her hands held onto your hips on either side. You took that as a cue from her to start riding the silicone. It didn’t take you long to find a rhythm, but it was hard as shit having to keep going while she devoured your breast. It was distracting, and your legs were going weak. Regina didn’t let you stop yet, and you didn’t want to either, it felt amazing. Despite her aloofness that clearly did its work in arousing you, Regina knew exactly when she had to give you a little…support. She held your hips and helped you continue rut them against her own, each thrust somehow reaching deeper and deeper. You grew tighter and tighter, slick leaking into her lap as continued to suck at your tit. You were just about as content as you could get. The pleasure was about to peak, but she lifted you off of her abruptly, mouth detaching from you.

You nearly cried, desperate to come. Regina cooed at you, “Poor thing…you’re such a needy little slut for me, aren’t you, princess?”

Your breath hitched and your eyes stung, but you felt obliged to comply, you liked it. This attitude and teasing, it helped. So much. And duh, Regina knew it. Because here she was, just using her words while she watched you squirm, whine and leak. Watching you lose your mind, in dire need of her. So close, yet easily so far away too if she wanted to drag it out for you.

There you laid on your back with your legs wide open, lower lips red and swollen, like they were calling her name…so inviting, so tempting, so irresistible. Her heart couldn’t not melt at the sight of those big doe eyes of yours, looking at her as a silent plead.

She hummed, “Alright, baby. I’m back.” Regina laughed lightly, positioning herself as she dragged the shaft along your glistening folds. You whimpered, feeling yourself throbbing against it. “Are you ready?” She murmured.

You nodded, quickly. “Say please.” Her signature smirk appeared again.

“God, please, please—” You nearly choked on a sob, breathing heavily. Before you even finished your sentence, she was satisfied and swiftly rammed into you, making you moan aloud.

“Oh, you’re always taking me so well, aren’t you?” She cooed, hands starting to grab your tits as she kept at her pace, thrusting into you. “And why do you take me so well, baby?”

Tears were stinging your eyes, the pleasure was rapidly rising again. Your hearing starts to get muffled, and all you could hear now was your racing heart. “Why?”

“I’m a good girl.” You managed, “Oh— fuck— fuck, Regina—”

“That’s right. You’re my good girl, aren’t you, y/n?” Her hands let go off your breasts but one hand quickly slapped your tits the next second, you cursed out loud. Regina then laid flat on you but still continued fucking you with the strap, hungrily kissing you. But there was still some gentleness to it making your heart flutter. You smiled in bliss, the coil in your core starts to wind up to a breaking point. Every single bit of noise that came out from your mouth was instantly swallowed by hers yet somehow…still heard.

Feeling your hand clawing at her back, followed by an especially high pitched cry of her name, Regina told you, “You gonna come, baby? So pathetic…didn’t take you as long as we thought, hm?”

You babbled incoherently, but said, “Please? Please— I need—”

She smiled, mostly to herself, because she was watching your face while you tried to hold it, tried to keep it together. She stopped moving, and you almost threw a fit. But she was also fast, pulling out and replacing the thick silicone shaft with her own fingers. Repeatedly slamming into your pussy and hitting your clit at the same time. When her mouth took the place, she waved her fingers by your slightly parted lips. You took them into your mouth with no complaints while your tongue now drove you nuts, back arching off the mattress and pushing yourself closer to her. You would’ve bit her fingers if your climax didn’t start and successfully distracted you instead.

Your entire body trembled as her free hand stayed on your inner thigh, caressing it in a soothing manner, “Good girl, good girl…you’re okay, love. Hey.” She continued speaking softly, “Hey, look at me.”

You whined but did so. “You alright?” She asked, slowly moving to lay next to you.

You murmured, “Yeah.” Regina held your face in her hand, pressing a kiss to your lips, “You sure? Did I hurt you?”

You shook your head, “No. But uh, I’ll be sore because that thing is— huge.”

Regina chuckled, holding you close. You snuggled up against her, paying attention to the steady beat of her heart.

“…I’m sleepy.”

“That’s alright, just close your eyes and rest.” She told you.

“…Need to shower again.” You grumbled.

“Later.” She replied, “Close your eyes. Go to sleep.”

“Okay.” You mumbled, smiling contently, sleepiness taking over you. “Can we get ice cream later?”

“Anything you want, baby. Anything you want.”

🏷️Tag list:

@ashecampos @auliisflower @cheesysoup-arlo @frogs00 @ludoesartandstuff @pda128

[squishysoftmonsters]

Triggers: Random Hornyposting/Religion Mention/Sacrilege/Dom x Sub/Blasphemy/Sexual Content [Mature +18 Minors/Ageless DNI]

💚Imagine being a leashed,submissive bottom to a horny and thirsty ftm angel who yanks your leash whenever he pours his holy water into your guts,while being forced into the praying position in a monastery. Imagine if he put his halo on your head just to hold onto it for extra leverage,to watch you squirm and beg for forgiveness for your many sins.💚

[steddieunderdogfics]

why don't you use it; try not to bruise it by bittersweetfool

@arkenstoned

Rating: Explicit

12,061 words, 1/1 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Eddie Munson, Omega Steve Harrington, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Knotting, Dirty Talk, Spit Kink, Vaginal Fingering, Squirting, misappropriating yoga for sexy purposes, Tattoo Artist Eddie Munson, oh theres some eddie/omc in here, it's brief but explicit, Light Dom/sub, Top Eddie Munson, Bottom Steve Harrington, the vaguest suggestion of pregnancy kink, like a sentence, Roommates

Summary:

“Oh,” Eddie says, voice strained and pitched an octave higher than it’s meant to be. “You’re not normally home.” Astute observation. Steve looks over at Eddie from over his shoulder, not moving from his position on the mat. “Oh hey! Yeah, the gym's closed for refurbs for the next month. Figured I could just do some workouts from home,” Steve says, easy as anything, barely any strain in his voice. As if he isn’t in their living room, legs spread and ass in the air. As if he hasn’t sent the blood meant for Eddie's brain rushing to his poor dick, leaving him entirely unable to think about anything other than what’s under those shorts. Wondering if his cunt is as pink as his lips, what it might smell like, might taste like— Steve straightens up, levels a concerned look at Eddie. Because he hasn’t said anything for a solid thirty seconds, has he? All of a sudden he’s glad he remembered to put blockers on this morning, or else the room would reek of horny alpha, and then Steve would know exactly what has him so distracted. “That’s not gonna be a problem or anything, is it?” and, fuck, he sounds a little unsure, which is the last thing Eddie wants. Yes. Yes it’s a fucking problem.

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[orangeboulevard]

I Expressly Forbid It (OneShot)

Kinktober day 14!! Seven minutes to spare, would ya look at that!! Woohoo!! Heavy religious elements in this one guys.

Dynamics: priest x demon, slight sub/dom

Content: bruising/ bite marks -> virgin -> ice play

Word Count: 951

He knelt before the altar, a private moment. Doubt had been swarming his mind recently, his faith teetering on a precarious edge, he was feeling... Lost, as cliche as that was. When in need of guidance, who does the priest go to for advice? 

"Have you been losing sleep, Father?" A polished nail traced his jaw, his eyes snapped open at the sudden touch and the sultry tone. 

It was her, or it, he should say. The countenance of the woman was one that could only be seen in ancient paintings of beauties with bare figures, the ones that a person couldn't help but avert their eyes from. Avert his eyes, he did, but not before catching a glimpse of her dark hair that fell upon her exposed pale shoulders; likewise, her delicate collar bones, like ivory carvings, were on display. A tantalising image. This was God's design, how else could one be tempted towards sin if its creatures were ghastly to look upon?  

"I slept well enough," he whispered as he rested his clasped hands on his lap, "What is it that you want?"

"For you to look at me, Father, would be nice," she chuckled, but she knew he wouldn't; he knew the rules of associating with Mephistophelian animals such as her.

"Child, are you in need of advice, of confessional? Do you wish to repent?" He asks this question every time; he couldn't actually believe her answer would change, did he? 

"I do confess to being naughty," she chuckled; she knelt beside him, "I will not change my ways, Father. Am I a bad girl? How many hail Marys should I say for Daddy?" She laughed loudly at his scoff and flushed cheeks. 

"Tell me, lamb, why do you keep returning?" His eyes flicked quickly from her knees, which he could see in his peripheral vision, and back to the altar. 

"Well, you calling me lamb makes me feel all tingly inside," she joked, "But can I not just visit a friend, are we not friends? I enjoy your company." 

"We are not friends." 

"You're right. We're not. I don't do what I'm about to do to you to friends." 

His body went rigid at the sensation of her hands rubbing against his chest, he closed his eyes, muttering a prayer under his breath, as he felt her use her teeth to pluck off his clerical collar. Her nimble fingers began to undo the buttons of his shirt. He wasn't stopping her, utter sacrilege. 

He tried to remember his teachings: 'My Father’s house has many rooms-'

"Your hands are anointed, are they not?" She said quietly, pulling him from his prayers, "Are they not holy? Can they cleanse me? I want to be holy for you, Father. Make me a good little lamb." 

His breath came out as a shuddering sigh; this had been a long time coming; she had been leading him from the path of the light for a while now- he had let her, let her consume his thoughts. He was going to go to Hell for this. He was definitely going to Hell for allowing her to take his hand and cup her breast with it, his fingers playing with the soft flesh. She sighed contently. He could just hear the smug smirk. 

He was going to break his oaths tonight, disrespecting his fundamental morals and code of honour, his celibacy vow. How could he say no now? He was too far gone. Under her palm, his erection rose. She shifted, and he placed his hands back onto his lap. He didn't know what to do, but she knew that she was going to help him, corrupt him, steal that deliciously tangible virginity, and mould him into her personal play toy. 

'If that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you?'

Her hands parted his black shirt, undressing him gently. Her fingers played with the pink nubs of his nipples, her touch growing frigid and painful for a second. He gasped and flinched back. 

She grasped his bicep, "Stop, don't move, Father." 

He eased back forward, her touch provided a strange feeling: one moment warm and tender and the next bitingly cold and pinching. His nipples were red and swollen, sore; the kitten licks she offered to them after elicited a soft sigh of relief from his parted lips. 

He groaned when she bit down on the sensitive flesh. However, his voice raised to a yelp when her teeth, or more precisely, her fangs, broke the skin. She began to palm him again through his trousers, as she kept nipping and leaving bleeding red bite marks. It was a confusing combination of sensual gratification and discomfort, his brain was starting to confuse the two feelings.

'And if I go and prepare a place for you-'

"Is the door locked, Father?" She asked, pulling away from his chest. At his blank expression, she chuckled, "Let's just hope no one comes in. Don't be too loud." 

She stood up and walked around the other side of the altar; from where he was knelt, he had to bare his entire neck to look up at her. A pose of reverence, baring the arteries and shortening the field of view, to be devout is to be vulnerable. By her name, he was devout, unable to look away as she stripped her dark clothes from her tormentful form. She bent over the altar, waiting for him.

'-I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am.'

[freakyfoxboy]

Just rode a dildo so good and I can't stop thinking about how unfortunate it is that I wasn't riding someone's cock. I was so wet I didn't even have to use lube. Head down, ass up, whimpering and panting into the blankets. Eventually, my hips began to stutter but I was so desperate to cum that I had to force myself to slam down faster and faster and when I finally came, my sloppy boycunt clenched down so hard and so good that it feels wasteful. For the first time ever, I felt myself gush around a toy and when it popped out, I actually felt a rush of slick drip out onto my blanket. I can never ride a dildo ever again. I feel legally obligated to save this experience for someone.

[sleep-0-deprived]

Yandere Kinktober list 2024~! ໒꒰ྀི´• ˕ •` ꒱ྀིა

Switch male reader Yandere Kinktober~ ⭑.ᐟ

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𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓴 𝓸𝓷𝓮! 𝜗𝜚

Bottom yandere dbf x top male reader imagines~(cockwarming, age gap, young top, old bottom, sneaky sex)

𝓦𝓮𝓮𝓴 𝓽𝔀𝓸! ᡣ𐭩

Top Yandere mafia boss x subordinate male darling (nipple play, anal creampies, daddy!kink, cock rings, edging)

𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓴 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮! ᕱ⑅ᕱ

Bottom Yandere slasher x final boy male reader head cannons (blowjobs, knife play, degrading, large bottom, small top)

𝓦𝓮𝓮𝓴 𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓻! ✿

Dom Yandere manager x model male reader (power abuse, ass eating, voyuer, humiliation, dacryphilia)

𝓔𝔁𝓽𝓻𝓪s! ⊹ ࣪ ˖

Dom Yandere neighbor x college himbo male reader (degrading, spit play, thigh riding, hair pulling)

Halloween spit roasting thoughts with ghost and König (threesome, costume sex, blowjobs, double face fucking, double penetration, creampies, facials, size kink)

[xochimillilili]

Holding a sub's chin tight in my hand, seeing their desperate desire in their eyes, mouth salivating, wanting, needing me to use it. Seeing how pretty they look on their knees before me, babbling and whining over how much they need me, how they'll do anything for me in them

You'll do anything really, my little angel? You need me more than the air you breath? Go on then, seeing as you're on your knees— praise and pray for me in you as your god~

[transfemweirdo]

[ravenzeppeli]

Claimed

Chapter 39 - Tortures of Pleasure |Risotto x Reader Extreme Lemon|

Warning: strong language, dirty talk, vibrator torture, BDSM [tied up, light smacking], dom/sub relationship [during sex], humiliation, nasty/rough sex, threats. MA.

Reality was quickly melting away around you, the large vibrator pushing into your clit with more force, rubbing violent circles. You pulled at your restraints weakly, the chains rattling, pulling against your bound wrist and ankles. "Risotto," you cried out, "I can't take it anymore!" You already found yourself wanting to cum, your pussy leaking, dying to be fucked.

Risotto wore a grin on his face, standing completely nude over you. His massive cock stood erect, twitching everytime you spoke to him. With his free hand, he grasped your right breast, roughly pulling at your erect nipple, his other hand continung to stimulate your throbbing clit. "You can take it," he replied, voice demanding. "Look at you now, taking it like a good girl. Doesn't it feel good on your pretty clit?"

"I want you," you whined, pulling a little more aggressively at the chains as the vibrator slipped up your slick clit, moving at a more rapid pace then before. "Hey!" Your body jerked up, a chuckle escaping his lips as he turned the setting on high. "You're being so mean right now!" You fucking loved being teased and used.

A taunting laugh escaped his lips, a deep laugh that sent chills down your spine, your pussy leaking juices, being unable to contain itself. You couldn't take it, your clit painfully throbbing, entire body twitching. It felt so fucking good, the intense throb sending you over the edge. All you wanted was for him to stop, but you also wanted for him to keep going. Being used, being his toy felt so fucking good. You loved it.

Freeing your breast, he roughly smacked the soft piece of flesh. When you opened your mouth to speak, three fingers shoved into your mouth, fingering your throat. Low gags escaped your mouth as his fingers fucked your throat, his smirk turning into a grin that you could only describe as sadistic.

"Look at you," he spoke loudly, voice filled with an overpowering dominance. "You're all mine. I wouldn't have let you say no, I would have found a way to convince you to stay. Convince you that you belong to me. To us." He nodded, referring to the entire team as he twisted and pressed the vibrator, not caring about your silent pleas. "You need to be patient, I'll put my dick inside of my pussy whenever I feel like it. I might deny you tonight."

Hot tears filled your eyes as you attempted to shake your head, your body twitching underneath him, the vibrator causing you an equal amount of torture and pleasure. Fuck - you couldn't take this anymore. You couldn't ask for permission to cum, Risottos large fingers pushing in and out of your throat, making it impossible to talk. You gagged roughly, spit running from the sides of your mouth as you finally exploded, your juices wetting his sheets as you continued to struggle underneath him. Fuck - you loved this so fucking much.

"Aw, so cute," he cooed, licking his lips as he slipped his fingers out of your mouth, slipping them into his own mouth as he moved to the edge of the bed. He gave your left foot a tickle, his fingers lightly tracing against your foot.

A laugh escaped your lips, your face heating up as the vibrator lowered, the black wand pushing into your entrance, forcing its way in. "P-please Risotto," you whined, a pained moaned escaping your lips as the ball of the wand pushed fully inside of you, opening you up nice and wide for him.

"I always knew you were ticklish," he observed, a manic laugh escaping his lips as he worked the vibrator in and out of your hole. "I should leave you tied up all night with this vibrator deep inside of you. It would be such a pretty sight to watch your body twitch all night."

Knowing exactly what he desired, you immediately gave in with your begging, lazily pulling at the chains that bound your wrist. Twitching, you stared at him, his large nude frame casting a shadow over your over stimulated figure. "Please don't," you begged, "please fuck me! I want you inside of - ow!" You stopped talking as he roughly smacked the inside of your thigh, sloppy wet sounds coming from your pussy as he picked up the pace, violently thrusting the wand in and out. In and out. In and out. It was was repeative, you found yourself pulling at the chains with a little more agressision. You were so overstimulated, so overwhelmed with pleasure, tears spilling from your eyes, your vision blurring. "Please!"

"Do you think this is just fucking?" He questioned, voice suddenly growing dark, almost threatening. "I do not fuck you anymore. I make love to you, every sexual thing I do to you is out of a burning love for you! If you want me inside of you, ask correctly or you'll be tied up and left her until the sun rises!" Three swats reigned down on the front of your pussy, the vibrator roughly bouncing back and forth.

Apologetically, you nodded your head, allowing yourself to fully submit to him. "So sorry," you whined, "make love to me, please! Please, I want you inside of me really badly!" The tears continued to stream down your face, eyes pleading up at him, begging for mercy, legs beginning to shake. The wet sounds of your pussy were causing you so much fucking humiliation, your juices continuing to leak out of you, your pussy making obscene noises.

"As you wish," he replied, turning the vibrator off, snatching it out of you, lining his face up immediately with your pussy. Wasting no time, he opened his mouth, knowing exactly what was coming. He knew your body better than you yourself did.

Not being able to hold back, your pussy let out all of it's trapped juices. You squirted all over his face, soaking him and filling his mouth. Shock spread over your face, your mouth hanging open, body lightly twitching as you stared at him. "Risotto!" You gasped out in a panic, eyes growing wide as he licked his lips, falling on top of you in seconds.

"Mine," he growled, face burying in your breasts, coating them with your sticky pleasure that stained his chin. "You taste so fucking good." Without warning, he pushed himself inside of yoy, rapidly pumping in and out, head moving back and forth as he fondled your breasts. "You love me. Fucking say it. Now."

You gasped, his large length shocking your sore entrance, walls immediately tightening around him. "I love you!" You cried out, pussy making loud fart noises mixed in with the wetness. "Oh god," you sobbed, feeling utterly humiliated, not knowing your pussy could make such sick noises.

"That's what I like to hear," he spoke loudly, pumping in and out of you at a lightning speed, his arms wrapping around your shoulders, holding you in place as he pumped his massive cock in and out of your hole. "You're my good girl. I'd kill for you, I'd slaughter millions. I only care about you and the team. All I fucking need. Eternally. You'll never escape."

The sheets beneath you were soaked, the wetness feeling cold against your bare ass, sheets sticking to you. "I'd never leave," you cried. "I love you! I don't know what I'd do without you all!" That statement was the sad truth. It hadn't even been a year yet, and you feel as if you've known these men your entire life. You'd never admit this, but you'd be so lost without them.

"Good." He raised his head, his face dropping to yours, inches away. "You wanna cum all over my cock? You're so.. fucking sexy. Cum for your capo."

Obeying him, your entire body jerked violently as you released again. You slammed your lips into his, giving him a quick, sloppy kiss before pulling away, your head falling onto the pillow. Painfully, your clit throbbed, but the pain felt good, the painful throb making everything much more intense.

With a grin on his lips, he shoved his tongue down your throat, exploring your mouth as he came deep inside of you. Sloppily, he gave five more pumps into your g-spot as he pulled out. He pulled away from your mouth slightly, licking up the saliva that ran down your chin. "Fucking perfect," he growled, "that was fucking perfect."

A relived sigh escaped your lips as he unlocked your wrists from their restrains, your arms weakly falling to your sides. Your pussy painfully throbbed, leaking a mixture of his cum and yours onto the soaked sheets. "You were amazing." You've taken note that all seven of your boyfriends loved being complimented after sex, so you always made sure to do, unless Illuso or Formaggio were fucking you, to which you always gave them silence. Fuck those two. "That was fun." You really, really meant it this time. Being sexually tortured and him having all the control felt amazing, even if you were sore.

"I'm going to keep your ankles tied up for a little longer," he replied, laying down on his side next to you, fingertips softly tracing your stomach, squeezing.

"Stop doing that," you whined, poking out your bottom lip. You were comfortable with your body and how you looked, but you felt a little embarrassed. It was still so hard to get used to all of this attention.

"No," he muttered, sitting up. "I'll touch you wherever because I love every perfect inch of you." He leaned down, placing soft kisses on your stomach. "Maybe I'll tie your wrists back up and kiss all over your naked body a while." His kisses traced down your stomach, kissing the top of your pussy.

You moaned, but you shook your head, knowing that your body wouldn't be able to take it. "I'm sorry, touch me whenever and wherever." This was a side of him that you definitely weren't used to, but you liked it. Seeing this new side of him made you love him even more.

"Good girl," he praised, "but I'm afraid that I'm going to have to still kiss you all over. Lucky for you, I'll let you keep your wrists untied for being so sweet." A laugh escaped his lips as he lowered his head to your clit, peppering your clit with kisses. "Get ready for round two. And three. And four. We're going all night."

🖤🩶🖤🩶🖤

Risottos POV

Risotto had his arms wrapped around your bare waist, your head buried in his chest, soundly sleeping in his arms. You had your legs intertwined with his, your right ankle wrapped around his left one, the other leg thrown around his waist. Your arms were tucked against his chest, resting on his abs.

Loving you had given his life a whole new meaning, giving him something that actually made him happy. These rare opportunities alone with you were moments that he very much loved and treasured. Always have you been something of interest and fascination to him ever since he laid his eyes on you, but that fascination had turned into a love that others may describe as obsessive. You seemed to appreciate the way that he was, accepting him to the fullest.

At first, he had worries of you betraying the team, a feeling that he'd felt with every member in the beginning, aside from Prosciutto. So he followed you, stalking you. One time, he ran into Pesci following you, and multiple times had he caught Melone shamelessly watching you, to which you would always catch him. Never once did you catch Risotto, but he had a feeling that you were aware of him. You were very well behaved, never interacting with strangers and always keeping your head down.

Now, his stalking of you was merely a hobby and a way to get to know you better. He trusted you now just as he trusted all six members of his team. Your performance during work always seemed well, and most importantly, you understood that this was permanent. Never could you break up with them, pack your bags, and leave - you were bound to them eternally, just as they were eternally bound to you. It was nice having someone having a new purpose in life outside of being the best damn capo in Passione. Now, his second purpose in life was to love and protect you, especially given that you deserved it for being such a good girlfriend to him.

Putting a ring on your finger was of urgency to him, but he had a new obstacle stopping him. Before he made you accept a proposal, he wanted for you to at least learn to like Formaggio and Illuso. With Prosciutto, you seemed to be growing a little fond of him, and that was just as good as love. He was patiently waiting for you to start to at least tolerate Formaggio and Illuso. Hopefully, he wouldn't have to wait for too long. He wouldn't pressure you in fears of scaring you off.

Stirring in his arms, your legs unwrapped from his, your head slowly rising from his chest. "Hey," you muttered, a low groan escaping his lips as you buried your head back into his chest.

"Hello, beautiful," he replied back, placing a kiss on the top of your head. Last night was special, he still feels so fucking high off the euphoria of the entire night. Last night bonded the two of you permanently. "How did you sleep? Do you want to sleep in my arms more often?" He had to make more time for you. No, he needed to make more time for you. He fucking craves you so deeply.

"Yes, beautiful," you mumbled, throwing your leg over his waist.

"Just stay in my arms," he told you, his grip around your waist tightening, ignoring the fact that you called him beautiful. "We don't need to get up yet." He just wanted to hold you in his arms a little bit longer. Feel your warmth, your embrace. He's never found himself craving anyone as badly as he craved you.

"I'll make you breakfast later," you replied, voice low. You still sounded exhausted, which was understandable given he fucked your brains out last night. "Bacon n shit. I want to make extra to give Prosciutto."

A satisfied hum escaped his lips. It was a good sign that you were thinking of Prosciutto as well, given your rocky relationship with him. You were a very good little wife already, always cooking for them and cleaning. You were taking care of them, which was something Risotto never told you to do. So quickly, you just fell into the role, as if you were made to be theirs. He'd give you whatever you asked for, as long as it was within reason. You deserved to be treated well by him. He had nothing to worry about.

All his fears washed away last night. Your acceptance and love of him was all he needed to open himself up to you fully. Of course, he was hesitant at first. He was a capo with a lot of secrets, and letting someone into his personal space was risky. He was so fucking glad that you killed those men in front of him on the first night he laid eyes on you. You were a killer, just like him, though he only killed when he was paid to or if was necessary. He'd kill to protect you, with no questions asked. He'd kill any strange man or woman that dared approached you.

"Bacon," you muttered again, arms wrapping around his waist. "You need to stay big and strong, hm? Maybe I should make sausage too, you need your meat."

"For you," he replied, placing another kiss on top of your head. "You don't need to worry about making Prosciutto extras and taking it to his place. You can just invite him over. It would be nice to have breakfast with Prosciutto as well as you." He would like to discuss a new hit with Prosciutto this morning, and he didn't mind if you were present and listening to them discuss business, as long as you didn't try and add something in. All you needed to do was sit back and let the men handle everything, and so far, you have. "Make anything you'd like."

"Okay," you mumbled, "love you. I'll only sleep for a tad bit longer. Just wake me up whenever you want, please."

Risotto glanced over at the clock on his nightstand, it reading 6AM. More than likely, he'd allow you to wake yourself up, not wanting to disturb your sleep. If you slept past 10, then he could just get something from the bakery that was 20 minutes away from his house. He didn't mind if you rested, given that he had never seen you rest. Now that he thinks of it, he never sees you doing anything that would relax you aside from listening to music. Maybe you needed a little vacation, some fun in your life. He'd think about having one of the other men take you somewhere.

Hearing you say that you loved him made the blood rush to his cheeks, a light red blushing across his face that he was thankful that you couldn't see. "I love you too," he whispered, watching as you fell back asleep in his arms.

[mars-ipan]

hiii mars 😇 i have something to say☝️. if you feel like it, id kind of like to hear more about the “tests of faith” you mentioned a while ago. idk if youve gone into depth about it already, mighta missed something, but i was rereading some of the priest au info and was reminded. im very fucking interested 👁️👁️. would love to hear more

also just fyi the last thing you wrote was fucking insane to me. i really like hearing about sinner hajime “giving in” (MASTURBATION MENTION 🫵) and komaeda being a subtle creep to him.. you already know i felt targeted. i had a very good time reading it. “he can handle hard things” yeah im sure he can dude

hca

ok so the tests of faith are basically just an excuse for komaeda to play kink games with hajime with some level of plausible deniability (aka an excuse for me to depict them). plays heavy into their dom/sub relationship, with a certain level of pred/prey and whatever they’re up to. i’m a little freak so maybe i’ll indulge my cnc kink a little (although it’s kinda dubcon from the start with this au). i’ve actually been thinking abt komaeda getting hajime drunk on communion wine but maybe we could turn that idea into one of their later-on tests of faith. could an inebriated hajime remain in the glory of god when faced with temptation, or would he stray from the light? idk i’m kinda spitballing, i don’t have too much in mind with regards to the tests of faith rn bc i’ve been focusing on trying to get hajime’s backstory properly fleshed out lately. dw though i ABSOLUTELY will be getting to the tests of faith eventually they are like. a routine thing for them once they get settled into their dynamic. komaeda explains them away as a straightforward way to check on hajime’s progress, and hajime buys it because the alternative is much much scarier.

as for the thingy i wrote. HEEHEHEE thank youuuu i don’t really consider myself a writer so it’s very affirming to see so many ppl respond to my writing well. extra thank you for picking up on the “you can handle hard things” euphemism— i was worried it was a bit too subtle actually. i was gonna have it be something like “you can take it when things get hard” but i couldn’t phrase it in a way i liked so i settled for “handle” instead lmao. and yesss komaeda being a subtle creep is a huge part of this au. bc it’s from hajime’s perspective his actions are going to be excused and depicted in a rose-tinted manner but if you actually look at what he’s doing he’s like objectively being creepy (who the hell comforts someone who’s fallen to the ground crying by pressing their face into their hip?) but hajime is both too whipped and too caught-up in his own self-loathing to really notice. he’ll accept anything and everything komaeda offers him, due in part to his desperation to be saved and in part to the thoughts he fears will drag him screaming into hell 👍, but i really like the idea of komaeda’s actions being genuinely inexcusable and fucked up when you take the time to look at it objectively. i <3 unreliable narration