#masked!kaif

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masked!kaif hunting Stan and being incredibly menacing, taunting him as he cackles maniacally whilst walking down the halls dragging long sharp claws across the metal walls to make a horrid screeching sound, and Stan is slowly realising at the worst time possible that he has a massive fear kink and that yes, he is actually incredibly into being hunted like prey

sr lethal company au where one of the boys puts on the tragedy mask but instead of making them kill people it just makes them SUPER horny and they chase down the others to rail them in public

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i fOuNd YoU

Part - 1

Characters: Aegon, Aemond and Alyna Martell (Dornish OFC) in Modern Westeros (Modern AU)

Words: 3.2k

Warnings: +18, drinking, swearing, some groping and touching, Aegon being Aegon, Aemond is all 🙄 here.

My darling Zae @ladystarksneedle beta read this when I first posted this on my previous account. I miss you Zae :(

A/N -

can't believe I wrote this in October last year. I hope I find enough motivation and time to continue writing this series until the end

I imagine Katrina Kaif as Alyna Martell in my head

The leaves of the deciduous trees flanking an urban avenue whirled sporadically, in the eddies of a pleasant zephyr. A soothing, mellow petrichor celebrated the inaugural shower of the season by infusing the atmosphere with a sweet freshness. Dense clouds masked the dusk sun, ushering in the darkness earlier than its usual hour.

 A few pedestrians strolled past a row of posh apartments in one such affluent neighborhood in the heart of the King's Landing city, savoring the serenity of the agreeable evening. They startled upon hearing an enraged female voice that pierced through the damp air; its shrillness, a stark contrast to the large sophisticated French window it was coming from.

Their gazes were momentarily drawn to the source of the commotion, and as they continued walking along their path, they spotted a man beside that window, shutting its panes.

"You forgot our anniversary dinner, Aegon! I had invited my parents and you didn't even show up!"

Her raised voice remained within the walls this time, the words reaching Aegon's ears with full momentum and though he could hear his girlfriend's tirade, his dissociated mind was barely registering it.

Responding to her always seemed futile to him, his words ruined whatever he wished to convey, anyway. Why bother?

He sank on the nearest couch, wishing her to shut up and let him sit and silently revel in his solitude, in the shadows, resembling the ones that lurked beneath his eyes, telling the tales of all the sleepless nights he spent.

Drowning himself and his poignant thoughts in his cups was the only respite he sought; escaping situations came easier to him than facing them.

 Why socialize, am I not trying hard already? To be a good boyfriend? 

Over time, he had become rather comfortable in keeping his burdens unspoken and unshared, staying unaffected by the strain of despondence they cast on his countenance.

Fine lines  marred his pallid face displaying an accelerated aging, as if he were experiencing life at a pace twice as fast as everyone around him.

His eyes, twin iridescent violet orbs, rivaled the regality of precious amethysts. Yet those very eyes, devoid of color that a fulfilling life imbues, exuded impoverishment.

She loved his hair, an amalgamation of gold and silver, the conspicuous emblem of his royal Targaryen heritage, but hated how he usually left it unkempt and greasy - resembling that of a destitute person, truly unbefitting a descendant of a powerful, ancient bloodline.

"I was sitting there and dying of embarrassment!" Cassey shouted. 

Embarrassment. The word broke into his brain.

 I am Embarrassment in flesh and blood, a living and breathing Embarrassment. 

“I changed for you, made every effort to be with you..I even fought with my family to live with you, but you are hell-bent on spending your life like a wastrel.”

Wastrel. A faint, lopsided smile graced his face.

"Are you even listening to me?" 

Has she spoken to Aemond recently?

His eyes narrowed instinctively, eyebrows knitting together as he imagined a scenario in his mind, amusing yet almost impossible- Aemond speaking to Cassey, addressing him as a ‘wastrel.’

He pursed his lips before the faint smile ghosting his lips turned into a full blown smirk. However the slight glint to his eyes gave him away, their amethyst now hued with twilight. 

"AEGON!"

He shifted his weary attention from the street to the living room and saw Cassey storming towards the bedroom.

Her enraged gait stirred his awareness, and he instantly knew that her fury was going to find a sorry target, entirely unrelated to the reason of their quarrel.

 "No, no, not the TV! Please, Cassey! Cassandra! Nooooo!!" 

A loud, shattering thud followed his pleading scream, as his large LED TV screen plummeted to the floor. His beloved PS5 console hung precariously by its cords, mirroring the fragile bond they both shared, on the brink of snapping completely.

"Are you out of your fucking mind, this was on instalments!" 

Aegon could have afforded thousands of such televisions, even better ones, but he had grown accustomed to that particular one, its easy availability being its primary boon. His attachment to it mirrored his relationship with Cassandra Baratheon - a convenient choice, yet not one his heart truly desired.

He was a man accustomed to indulgence and boundless options available to him at his beck and call, but when he met Cassey, he believed, albeit half-heartedly, that he could finally find contentment.

However, just like his spoken words, his convictions ultimately betrayed him too. 

Words like 'commitment', 'promise' never really found their way into becoming a part of his mental lexicon.

"The instalments I pay, Aegon Targaryen, unwilling heir to the Iron Throne industries!" The mocking cadence of her voice masked every bit of frustration within her.

Her ridiculing statement touched his Achilles' heel. His features hardened, shoulders tensed; his gaze shifted from her to the wrecked television set and his PS5 console. He wanted to save it from crashing to the floor, but was skeptical of getting an electric shock or being pierced by the broken pieces of the flat screen.

“Get out! Get out of my house and my life! I don't fucking need you. It's over!" She yelled and flopped down onto the bed, burying her head in her palms.

It's over. 

Over.

Why did the word not have the desired effect on him?

It should have evoked at least something in him - anguish, frustration, disappointment, regret.

Any emotion.

He tried tapping inwards, nudging his brain, but the answer didn’t even flicker.

A tumbleweed rolled off on the desolate, barren landscape of his consciousness. 

And that's when he realized it was truly over. 

As he was on his way out, his PS5 console fell onto the floor with a resounding thud. A fleeting sadness seeped into the impenetrable vacuum inside him, surprising him. 

He finally felt something.

-

The break-up gave him the final shove, toppling him over the fence he stood on for months, as he landed right on to the side where his past awaited him.

The past that he had been trying so hard to snap out of, yet failing miserably. 

Thus began his series of trips to the strip clubs, with all the relentless bar hopping, and reckless one night stands with random women.

-

"Yeah I would like that," an attractive woman in a skimpy, crimson dress murmured, giggling and facing him as he whispered something dirty in her ear to which she readily agreed. Chuckling at  her response, he grabbed the swell of her bottom. Spanking her lightly, he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her into a kiss.

The summer warmth was adding to the exuberance of the bustling Street of Silk, the part of the city that never slept- perpetually aglow with a kaleidoscope of neon signs and strobe lights slicing through the dark. They stood inebriated, on a pavement outside one of the nightclubs, waiting for a cab, lips locked and arms snaking each other. The low, thumping sound of electronic dance music playing inside got louder momentarily, when a group of people came out of the door, chattering and howling.

"I can't believe a Targaryen doesn't have a car!" the woman stuttered, pulling away and noticing some of her Ruby woo now smeared on his lips.

"Of course I have a car!" he slurred in his low, husky voice, rolling his eyes playfully. Emphasizing on the last word, he reiterated its plural form,"cars-" he grinned- "but I like to roam around freely, you know..don't like to drive or bother my driver at three in the morning when I can pay for an Uber." He shrugged and pulled her closer again by her waist, burying his face in her blonde hair.

That was partly true; he did dislike driving; neither did he want to get caught drunk-driving, but his main concern was their family drivers reporting his whereabouts to his mother or worse- tipping her off about his late night shenanigans. The GPS monitors of the cabs driven by unknown faces were far safer.

The things he intended to do with her at her apartment, began right in the cab itself. They were trying to mask their sultry escapade and hushed moans with intermittent, non-erotic chatter, all while his hand glided over her body, playing and squeezing wherever he desired. In the heat of the moment, as his lips fanned the skin of her neck, he groaned her name in response to one of her needy moans.

Her body tensed instantaneously.

"What the fuck did you just call me?" Her voice snapped like a whip as she pushed him away.

"What happened?' Aegon asked her, utterly confused. This was an uncharted territory for him; he had always assumed women appreciated hearing their names when touched.

"My name is Dyana!" 

His eyebrows knitted together; he was not certain of the name that slipped out of his lips in the throes of the fervent moment.

“Yeah, that's what I said.."

"No, you called me Lia!"

He chuckled sheepishly in a futile attempt to distract her, trying to downplay his drunken blunder. "Well both of them end with the same letter," he said as he leaned in to kiss her, not noticing her eyes narrowing in exasperation.

Irritated, she backed away from him and shoved him forcefully.

"Stop the car," she told the driver firmly.

"wha..why?" Aegon asked, all muddled and exasperated.

She stormed out of the cab, while Aegon pleaded and called out after her from the partially rolled down window, "Lia!, I mean Cassey!" he flinched and swore, "Dyana, hey! please don't leave, come back baby!" 

Dyana’s hand flew in the air in an obscene hand gesture, as she kept walking away from the car. 

He dropped back on the seat, blowing out a deep breath. A headache had begun to encroach on his senses, augmenting the dizziness caused by all the booze in his system.

His fingers combed through his hair and trailed down to pinch the bridge of his nose as he tried to stave off the pulsating headache and the discomfort of having been blown off. He tutted in helplessness at his inability to alleviate the throbbing sensation below, in his jeans. 

Realising that the destination was set to Dyana's place and not his,an exasperated mumble left him, "What's in a fucking name?"

"That's the most beautiful sound to a human being."

A sweet female voice laced with confidence, answered him straight from the driver's seat.

"Uh..I am sorry?" The voice completely caught him by surprise.

“That, you should have said to Dyana,” The driver said, turning in her seat and smiling at him.

“You are a girl? Driving an Uber? This late?” 

“I am a person-” she scoffed, rolling her eyes at his surprise, “- a four-limbed creature isn't driving this cab in case you are wondering.” Turning her focus back to the road, she asked, “Where do you want to go, now that you are not invited at Dyana’s anymore? Or do you want to end the ride, Targaryen?” 

“Do I know you?” He asked, growing increasingly bewildered with each passing moment.

She tittered, shaking her head subtly and said, “You Valyrians come into this world having won a genetic lottery and then expect people not to recognise you-” she gestured at her own head and went on- “hair.”

It wasn't just that; the way she said “Targaryen'' sounded oddly familiar to him.

Her face, though not fully discernible in the low illumination, held a glimmer of recognition.

A part of him believed that he knew her, but he also didn't not wish to believe his stupid, befuddled mind which had misidentified a woman just moments ago.

“The gas is on,” she reminded him, her tone now tinged with impatience.

Aegon shut his eyes, sighing and dropping his head back on the seat.

He weighed his options and contemplated going home but didn't wish to be roused early on a Sunday by his mother, for their weekly visit to the Sept. The alternative was equally uninviting, but he could at least sleep in late there.

“Where are we right now?” He asked, blinking hard to clear the visual daze, peering out of the car window and trying to recognise the spot.

“Rose road.” 

“Take a U-turn and head to Southern Street, near Blackwater Bay.”

-

This painting needs to be realigned.

"And then Ellyn suggested that I should check out the Dior store once before giving up my search.." a thin, excited voice coming from the phone told Aemond and he hummed in response.

It isn't in symmetry with the lamp lights above. 

"..and she was right! I found the pair of shoes I needed to match my dress, the colour is the exact nude pink I was looking for, Pantone rose cloud..although they are sling backs and I wanted pumps.."

I should take Helaena to that insectarium she has been asking me to visit with her.

It was one of the rare occasions, in fact, the only time when Aemond's typically unwavering attention dared to wander off - the time when his girlfriend Floris Baratheon called.

The only instance, when his razor-sharp focus and attention to detail- remarkably astute for one functional eye, would surrender to an intense bout of distraction

Of late, he had been seeking ways to elude her calls during the day, by staying engrossed in his work as he juggled writing his PhD thesis and a travel guidebook, all while maintaining his late father’s cherished travel and tour company- Valyrian Voyages.

Floris was aware that he usually woke up before the sun, prompting her to call, which forced him to begin his day with the conversations he was utterly disinterested in.

They had been dating for almost six months; they were introduced to each other by her elder sister, Cassey, at a family dinner.

Even though Cassey and Aegon had split up a couple of weeks ago, Aemond and Floris remained together; they purposefully avoided discussions about their breakup, unwilling to address the elephant in the room. Aemond often contemplated if Cassey bore any behavioral similarities with Floris, and if she did, then Aegon deserved commendation for sustaining the relationship for a year.

"..I will miss you Aemond, I wish I could come along..”

His attention snapped back to the yearning in her voice when he heard his name.

"It's only a matter of two weeks, Floris. It's more of an excursion than a business trip, you will get bored." 

Floris Bartheon, a recent graduate from a top business school in Westeros, was a decent, comely woman of twenty-three, hailing from a family that matched the status of his own.

 But what had initially drawn him to her was now driving him up the wall. They were poles apart, and the gap between them seemed to widen with each passing day.

Lately, he had begun to wonder whether time truly mattered when it came to forging genuine, heartfelt connections with a person.

-

The cab came to a stop in front of a two-storeyed, effortlessly luxurious house on Southern Street that eventually wound its way down to the riviera of the city. The rosy hues of the early dawn were beginning to break through the lingering grays of the night. The distant squawking of seagulls reached Aegon's ears as he was roused from his sloshed stupor.

“Rise and shine,” the driver announced, “Your fare comes to fifteen westerbills and twenty cents. I prefer cash."

“Huh? Oh yeah..sure..” Aegon mumbled, struggling to open his eyes wide and shake off the last vestiges of the nap, “Umm, I don't carry cash, could you wait, I will go and get some from my brother.”

She peered outside her window, a smile dancing on her lips as she realised where she parked her cab

“This your brother’s place?” She inquired, as her eyes dreamily trailed from the balcony adorned with swaying ferns, to the sleek oakwood entrance.

“Yeah.”

Suits him. She thought, admiring the sophisticated design of the flat-roofed, box-shaped building, painted in the shades of earthy grays. The house perfectly matched Aemond's placid yet debonair personality.

“Just give me a minute and I will be right back,” Aegon said, undoing his seat belts and unlocking the car door.

“That’s ok, the ride's on the house,” she responded and shrugged, “You are my last passenger, I am quitting this job.” 

“Last passenger? No, no, I will pay you, you have been working late, you deserve your payment.” Aegon protested, yawning and rubbing his eyes, “Please wait.” He stepped out of the car and began walking towards the front door. 

“That’s ok Targaryen,” She called after him when he reached the front door and rang the doorbell.

“Really, I mean it, the ride's on me.” She was unable to contain her smiles that now seeped into the tone of her voice.

Targaryen

Her accent tugged at his memories again - her drawl, the lilt in her voice, the distinctive roll of her 'Rs.'

He pivoted at his spot to see her; earlier in the dim light and now with the distance between them, he still couldn't see her clearly. Trying to piece together his disintegrated memory, he waited for his brother. 

He definitely knew her.

-

Aemond glanced at his wristband - 4:45 am, and mentally thanked his milkman for coming half an hour earlier today.

“I will call you later Floris, there is someone at the door.” He disconnected the call hastily. 

Good riddance

Aemond was more surprised to see Aegon awake that early, than his unexpected arrival at his doorstep; it took him seconds to connect the dots and he sighed, rolling his eye at Aegon.

“Best brother in the whole world! I knew you would be awake.” Aegon grinned as Aemond scowled at him.

“Did you jump into a barrel of booze? Weren’t the glasses enough?” Aemond turned to go back inside, leaving the door open.

Ignoring his brother's usual taunts, he said, "I need some cash, gotta pay the driver.” 

Aemond paused and noticed the cab parked in front of the porch on Aegon’s mention.

His gaze shifted to the woman sitting inside - a Cheshire cat grin on her face, arm resting on the driver’s seat window, chin cradling in her hand as she observed both of them.

His good eye widened in astonishment, and an amused, subtle smile crept across his lips. He arched an eyebrow, acknowledging her with a slight, knowing nod.

“That’s the cab you came in?” He asked Aegon, jerking his chin to point at the car, as he saw her shift to face the steering wheel.

She turned the keys and the cranking sound of the engine firing to ignition reverberated through the tranquil atmosphere of the street.

“Yeah, she asked me not to pay but..hey, wait!” Aegon shouted after her as she drove away, “Take your money!” He yelled, but it was too late.

“Weird girl.” Aegon tutted, facing Aemond whose gaze stayed on the car until it disappeared with the first turn of the road, lips quirked up in a subdued, nostalgic smile and mind flipping through the pages of the past.

"How in the seven hells did you end up in an Uber with Alyna Martell at the wheel?" 

-x-

Part 2

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hear me out. cenobite!stan (cause he's a pinhead main). (tw: gore, general grossness. cenobites are like that man)

he's honestly a completely normal guy once you get past the fact that he's an extradimensional entity who's job is torturing people.

he's more neutral like the cenobites used to be before they got made evil in the later movies cause i really prefer the neutral cenobites to the evil ones.

SR jokingly summons him via lament configuration after it's mysteriously sent to their PO box in the office he goes "oh you guys don't want to be tortured? alright thats fine, consent is important and all. bye"

he gets fired from his job because "dude no you're not supposed to leave, if they open the box they've gotta go with you"

he ends up completely stranded on earth. he's still a cenobite with all his fucked up powers he's just. stuck

ends up tracking down sr via the lament configuration and goes "yeah can i crash with you guys i got fired"

he does pay rent lol

he has a human form/disguise since most cenobites are... yeah.

his cenobite form is definitely a bit gross cause there's a lot of exposed muscles and missing skin. his teeth are fully exposed because the skin on his cheeks and chin has been completely removed in a way that almost looks like a mask until he speaks and you can see each individual part of his face move. there's several patches/'windows' of removed skin on his arms, legs and torso exposing his ribs, and the largest patch is almost his entire back. had an idea where the skin from his back is still attached and it's pinned/connected to his arms in such a way that it looks like wings when he raises his arms

i was thinking that MAYBE he had some pieces of super sharp metal lodged in his skull that look like horns because even though cenobites really aren't traditional 'demons'

he doesn't really feel pain. it's more like constant pressure being applied to those areas, like a weighted blanket.

has to take off his human form semi-regularly cause it itchy :(

he gets taller as a cenobite because 1. he's just. taller like that. more leg 2. Holy Fuck He Is Floating

his height really pisses kaif off because what the hell man stop going upwards get down from there

he's a very curious boy. hasn't been on earth for quite some time and now he's stuck here, might as well take a look around

most cenobites used to be human and he is no exception, he just can't remember anything of his human life and he's pretty curious as a result.

Human!Stan was not a good person. complete opposite of how pinhead's original human form was kind of okay

Human!Stan was a Baron (noble) who lived around the start of the nineteenth century (1800s) who killed... a lot of people, is considered one of the UK's most prolific serial killers even though he lived a long time ago, especially with more recent evidence showing he killed more people than was previously thought. He had a pretty long run before being caught, and mysteriously vanished the day before his execution. To this day, nobody knows what happened to the Butcher of the Hollow.

In reality, Human!Stan came into possession of the Lament Configuration through his status in the aristocracy (specifically LeMarchand's box) and his mysterious disappearance was him solving the box and becoming a Cenobite.

i just thought it'd be really funny if cenobite!stan was completely normal. he went so downhill he came out the other side as Tolerable and not a serial killer.

cenobite!stan is interested in who he was before... and then he's not because oh nooooo i sucked massively

he does get a kick out of watching all the crazy conspiracy theories about what the Fuck happened to him. nobody is right.

all in all he's a pretty chill dude once you get past the Everything

[local-salt-raiders-fan]

Poorly drawn concept art for Inquisitor!Kaif

i hate drawing his mask so much

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Katrina Kaif in Namaste London

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was thinking a bit about yandere!ebbz x kaif. warning really dark, gaslighting medical whump/abuse stockholm syndrome kidnapping stalking manipulation conditioning and the worst thing of all FUCKING RICH PEOPLE below

everyone already knows im a professional subby kaif enjoyer and this is no different and im sorry but i feel like it would be extreme petplay.

in this scenario ebbz has an offensive amount of money so that she can work from home and live far enough away from people in a big house, ceo or something silly idk. the point is she is isolated and has resources. lots of them.

and one day, out in the city, she sees kaif and instantly know she needs to have him on his knees. she needs him to rest his pretty head on her knees and stare up at her with those beautiful eyes as he begs her to touch him, nothing in his mind other than being hers. she needs him, whether he likes it or not.

and, well. she's always wanted an obedient pet.

she bides her time at first, solely because she knows she needs to find out what the best enviroment for him is, what foods he likes, how best to keep him safe.

during this time she also thoroughly plots the best way for her to train him.

slowly, she begins to isolate him and make him feel distinctly unsafe. she wears clothing that completely masks her identity and lets herself be spotted stalking kaif, geniunely terrifying. he begins to lose sleep, and his friends (none of them sr) begin to grow distant as he becomes erratic, paranoid, and seemingly delusional as ebbz abuses her resources to make the police completely brush his worries off when he reports it.

ebbz breaks in a few times, either simply to scare him or to taint all his food with different substances to intentionally fuck with his emotions and capability as a person, causing him to lash out unpredictably with sudden bursts of anger or miss days at a time through excessive sleeping

by this point kaif is terrified and alone. he's gone and lined up a doctors appointment because he geniunely thinks he's got a fucking brain tumor or something with all these supposed hallucinations and violent mood swings

he doesnt have to worry about it, though.

he gets fired from his job for something he didnt actually do, having supposedly violently assaulted a coworker so bad they needed to be hospitalised. he didnt do this, but he's beginning to doubt his memory so much he just assumes he did and breaks down in his apartment because how could he? whats happening to him?

its now that ebbz steps in directly. of course, all of this was also her putting kaif ij juuust the right spot physically and mentally so that he'll be more receptive to his 'training', but now its far more direct

he recieves a notice about an experimental medical trial (ebbz runs a medical company for plot reasons so she has access to experimental drugs) for whatever he was falsibly diagnosed with up at ebbz's isolated mansion, and desperate for change, kaif signs up

he heads there on the day and its only him. odd.

ebbz greets him, and gets him to sign a short waiver before leading him off to a sterile room and giving him an injection

its just a sedative, but whilst kaif's out she implants a tracker into his skin

when kaif wakes up he's completely naked (ebbz doesnt really think he's going to need clothes) except for a specially designed custom made collar around his neck, and ebbz tells him that she's so happy he agreed to sign that whole contract

kaifs insanely confused and ebbz essentially tricks him into believing he's willingly signed a contract which basically means hes going to be her property/pet now for the rest of his life, and she gently assures him that he'll be safe and oh so dearly loved whilst he begins to panic

from there ebbz does a lot of things to him

she chains him down underneath her desk blindfolded and forces him to eat her out for hours till his knees hurt saliva running down his chin his face and the blindfold wet from how she keeps shoving his face into her

he ends up getting given a lot of experimental drugs that just make his body more sensitive and mind more pliable

also a fat ass because what is the point of going through all this trauma and not having the dummy thick muscled thighs to show for it (its an unexpected side effect. ebbz loves it.)

she slowly starts to condition him

main way is pavloving him. she plays wirh him and makes him cum a lot, but each time she does she takes great care to introduce some other stimulus right as he finishes depending on how she's doing it to make his brain connect that specific thing to orgasming.

there's a handful of different triggers based on the different ways she likes to play with him.

a clicker (like for dogs) for the vibrator, which she clicks right next to his ear each time he cums from it (this trigger sets in the fastest), a very specific scented candle for whenever she uses her hands to jerk him off, pressing her nails into his spine whenever she pegs him, a musical chime whenever she fingers him

eventually, she begins to introduce these triggers into his normal enviroment and the result is as expected. whenever he registers them, his brain assumes he's going to cum soon and he gets incredibly horny as a result.

she sets up a new clock in her office which sounds uncannily like the clicking sound of the clicker causing him to get a hard on every single time he walks in to see her

she starts leaving those candles around the house to catch him off guard, pressing her nails into his spine whenever she's leading him somewhere in the house, hanging up windchimes with the same tune

that combined with the experimental stuff ebbz is giving him is the result of kaif turning into a constantly needy, horny mess

the aforementioned experiments make it basically impossible for him to lose an erection if he doesnt cum (no cold showers), but ebbz doesnt allow him to get off unless he asks. every day he has to pathetically whine at ebbz's door until she lets him in, gently bringing him into her lap and purring into his ear, asking him whats wrong as his pre leaks onto her thighs and ruins her pants, and he has to beg her to let him cum

he's so confused as to why hes suddenly become so horny all the time (give him a break he doesnt know what a pavlov is) and ebbz just coos about how this is proof he needs someone to take care of him and train him because he's such a messy, slutty little thing who can't help himself and you just need to be fucked senseless, don't you, kaif?

she trains him to respond to commands, and with a single word she can have him inbetween her thighs using his tongue to make her feel good or sit by her leg and let her gently play with his hair and pat him whilst she focuses on something else

its not long until he's completely underneath her thumb. hes not too fussed about being her pet- its amazing, actually, and he cant really think of why he'd ever want anything different when ebbz takes such good care of him

she even ends up letting him leave the house by himself because he's so well trained that they both know he will always come back to her no matter what

might write a whole multichap thing on this i love this idea who knows, or more yandere!ebbz i love her being insane

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Aishwarya Rai keeps mask on upon return from UAE as Covid cases rise in Mumbai

Aishwarya Rai keeps mask on upon return from UAE as Covid cases rise in Mumbai

Aishwarya Rai and daughter Aaradhya Bachchan returned from Abu Dhabi on Sunday. The two were spotted wearing masks at the Mumbai airport as Covid-19 cases in the city saw a huge surge with all from Shah Rukh Khan, Katrina Kaif to Kartik Aaryan testing positive for the virus. The two had accompanied Abhishek Bachchan to cheer for him during his dance performance at the IIFA Awards. Also read:…

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Katrina's DIY Honey and Oatmeal Mask Is All You Need To Try For Glowing Skin

Katrina's DIY Honey and Oatmeal Mask Is All You Need To Try For Glowing Skin

Here is Katrina Kaif’s go to face mask and how she applies it. Read ahead to know why you should use natural ingredients for skin care. Source link

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Pictures: Katrina Kaif clicked at the airport

Pictures: Katrina Kaif clicked at the airport

Katrina Kaif was photographed at the Mumbai airport today. The actress wore a green printed tracksuit and was fully masked. However, Katrina did wave and smile for the paparazzi who were desperate to click a picture. Katrina Kaif and Vicky Kaushal got married in December last year in an intimate ceremony which was attended by family and friends. Following the wedding, Katrina and Vicky shared a…

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Photos: Katrina Kaif clicked on the airport

Photos: Katrina Kaif clicked on the airport

Katrina Kaif was filmed at Mumbai airport today. The actress was wearing a green tracksuit and was wearing a mask. However, Katrina nodded and smiled at the paparazzi who were eager to click the picture. Katrina Kaif and Vicky Kaushal were married in December last year at an intimate ceremony that relatives and friends met. After the wedding, Katrina and Vicky shared a few photos from their…

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Photos: Newlywed Katrina Kaif stuns in an all-black ensemble as she gets clicked at the airport | Hindi Movie News

Photos: Newlywed Katrina Kaif stuns in an all-black ensemble as she gets clicked at the airport | Hindi Movie News

Newlywed Katrina Kaif made heads turn in an all-black ensemble as she got clicked at the airport today. The actress was seen wearing a black hoodie teamed with matching leather pants and shoes. She was also sporting a face mask and a face shield as a precaution from Covid-19. She was all smiles as the paparazzi clicked her pictures. Here, take a look: Meanwhile, on the work front, the actress…

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Vicky Kaushal spotted arriving at his rumoured bride-to-be Katrina Kaif's Bandra residence ahead of wedding

Vicky Kaushal spotted arriving at his rumoured bride-to-be Katrina Kaif’s Bandra residence ahead of wedding

NEW DELHI: Ahead of their grand lavish wedding in December, actor Vicky Kaushal was on Monday spotted visiting his rumoured girlfriend Katrina Kaif’s house in Mumbai. The actor was snapped by shutterbugs as he arrived at Katrina’s house in his car. Vicky, who was seen in a blue tee and talking to someone on his phone, did not take his mask down. Celeb photographer Viral Bhayani shared a video of…