#this one is a mess I'm sorry my brain is mush

[tinysnailtales]

Thoughts from reading Yona of the Dawn Ch. 9

Ch.9 in summary: Hak and Yona are confronted/attacked by Tae-Jun. In a test of her newfound principles and in desperation to save Hak, Yona chooses to reject helplessness and take more direct action, unlocking a fire inside of her.

"How're we supposed to find someone if we don't know where he is?" – sorry, Hak, I'm afraid you'll be doing a lot of that in the near future XD

"Since ancient times, there have been priests in Kouka who gazed into the kingdom's future...if you're unsure of what you should, you should consult them, your highness." – the introduction of priests (or, I believe as the anime translated it, "oracles," which sounds a little more mystical to me) + the idea of a greater path for Yona. It almost sounds like Mundok has an inkling of what that path contains and like his person beliefs tie to the priests.

"They used to live in the temple in the royal palace. I hear they once were a powerful force in national politics. But when Lord Yu-Hon cracked down on them, they all left. Now, they live in remote areas in secret" – Yu-Hon being responsible for chasing the priests out and removing them from positions of influence feels like it factors into the mysterious history of Il/Yu-Hon/the succession.

"The right path, huh? Right now, I'm just struggling to survive" – Yona has grown a lot already, but she's still a wandering soul (literally and figuratively) just trying to live another day. She doesn't know what the future brings. But she will need to shift from "surviving" to "living." Right now it probably seems impossible, but she needs a purpose. I think she has begun to discover it in her growing care for others and the action she has taken to protect them.

"...can anyone really live here?" "Well, you'd probably fall off a cliff, princess." – famous last words, Hak.

"No one could survive in these cold mountains..." "The land that the Fire Tribe controls is even more desolate." – a fun little link back to the opening flash-forward scene! ("Back then...I had no idea it could get so cold outside the palace walls") Yona is beginning/continuing to discover more about her kingdom's land and its people.

"I used to be the princess of this nation...but Hiryuu Palace was all I knew. 'I don't know.' How foolish I must have sounded." – Yona is ashamed of her lack of knowledge. She was ignorant about both her kingdom's people and the land itself. She never left the palace, being extremely sheltered.

"Sleeping outside? I've started getting used to it" – Already Yona has grown a little tougher and more resilient. She's adapting to her new life. With Soo-Won's betrayal and being on the run, reality hit extremely hard but the changes to her circumstances are changing her in turn and producing that growth.

"This isn't like the mountains behind the palace..." – in fact, Yona's growth was already happening when she was in her worst and weakest state. Hak saved her physical body and now the Wind Tribe has saved her spirit, infusing her with hope, courage, and determination.

"Then I'll sleep in your arms and stay warm" *cue flabbergasted Hak freakout* – This would be such a good line if it has been intentional XD But Yona thinks nothing of it.

She's kind of unaffected by the idea of being close to Hak–essentially, she's "Soo-Won-ing" him aka treating Hak how Soo-Won treated her/not fully viewing him as a "man" or considering him as a romantic prospect. She's not completely clueless because tell me she wouldn't have been affected by the idea of being in the same situation with Soo-Won when she blushed just from holding his hand and sleeping next to him. But also–girl. Hello. She's got some obliviousness and/or a Hak-shaped blindspot.

I think this is somewhat related to how firmly Hak is in her mind as "protector" and her trust in him. There's a little bit of "why would I be embarrassed? It's Hak."

But boooooy do I think that gets to Hak. When he recovers from his initial reaction, he is quick to shift into kind of sleazy-flirty-mode: "Sounds fine to me. But I might get up to something." – He is affected by Yona and how unaffected she seemed at the idea.

Yona's "Something?" does feel like an indication of at least some innocence and ignorance regarding adult relationships. Maybe it challenges the maturity she thought she displayed in how she regarded Soo-Won. Hak's first try at saying "hey, I am a guy. Don't forget" goes over her head, and if it's not just cluelessness, then Yona is in deep with her belief that Hak couldn't mean that so his "up to something" must be referring to something else. She genuinely doesn't realize he likes her.

I find Yona's obliviousness a fun contrast to the denial and suppression we see from a character like Maomao in The Apothecary Diaries. I would love to see Maomao smack some sense into Yona on this topic.

"...something like this" – and Hak resorts to physical demonstration to finally get the point across and I do think when it comes to the two of them, actions from Hak do have the ability to get Yona flustered, she's usually just not expecting them. Hak's got a slight element of unpredictability in this regard.

The line between Hak getting his point across and genuinely protecting Yona is blurry here–I'm not sure where one ends and the other begins. Because Yona is made uncomfortable, Hak is lucky the moment blends into a cool "I can detect how many people are coming" scene or else I might be more frustrated with him.

(We call this whole ramble "trying to explain character behavior I don't love" and I do support flawed characters so...)

Yona's reaction shows how fear is still very real for her and paralyzes her a bit.

Hak getting on my nerves a little, but I think he kind of has to have the last word on the matter and reverts to his usual strategy of making light of things/teasing. It's like his armor as he tries not to be hurt by his unrequited feelings.

I do like the "fwump," putting Yona's hood back up to hide her. Even when he's being an ass, Hak is in Yona protector mode.

Big fan of protector stance Hak and the "slash" panel is gorgeoooous but it's interesting how deadly/violent Hak can be and how he seems to enjoy it. He is a trained general and guard, after all, but his grins really stand out.

"'Hak fights like lightning! If we ever fought seriously, he'd beat me to a pulp.' Even at a moment like this...I still remember your face..." –Even after everything and under threat of danger, Soo-Won is in Yona's thoughts. For her, it's like an "everything reminds me of you" situation and also indicates how she valued his opinion.

At least Yona has some self-awareness about the dominance of Soo-Won in her mind.

And "if we ever fought seriously, he'd beat me to a pulp" – foreshadowing?

I appreciate this moment of Hak being Hak (aka a little sarcastic, teasing shit who pretends to not take things seriously) and ignoring Tae-Jun because 1. lol Tae-Jun's reaction of "No, no, that's fine...WAIT." and 2. it emphasizes how Hak is that way with everyone, not just Yona. It lessens the string of some of his less-than-savory comments to her for me. Or at least re-contextualizes.

It's a good frame of reference for Hak's treatment of Yona (How does he treat her in these teasing moments in comparison to how he treats others– or what is the teasing about? Usually with Yona, his comments are like a deflection "I don't have feelings for you. Nope." + How does he treat her outside of those moments?)

A small moment, but I like how he is sure to say "don't punish the Wind Tribe for my actions" + "hurting me won't impact the Wind Tribe"

I like these panels and they show that yes, Hak can take things seriously, especially when he's in protector mode.

And I know it's heat of the moment, but this is kind of what I was referencing earlier regarding Yona being unaffected by being close to Hak and viewing physical proximity to him as something more practical than anything else.

"I'm scared! Arrows and soldiers are coming at us from every side...even Hak...can't handle all this!"

– so I did a rambling analysis of the weight-related comments from Hak in my goodreads review but basically weight gain for Yona = recovery and an indicator of health so Hak would actually secretly be pleased about it, but there's still a negative connotation considering how he uses it to tease her and I think its inclusion is in poor taste.

But with that out of the way, it is worth noting how Hak (in typical fashion) seems to use his comment to try and make light of the situation/distract Yona as she experiences panic and fear.

"Hak!! Hak?! Are you all right?!" "Stop fussing over me. It's creepy" "You're...you're bleeding" – Hak said "I'd take a bullet (arrow) for you"!!

I think this is a better use of the teasing/making light of the situation method by Hak. He's trying to play it off, but YONA CARES ABOUT HIM. You can clearly see the pain on his face.

"He got injured from protecting me...'If you're with me, I'll have to protect you.' I..." – Yona realizes the truth of Hak's words about having to protect her if they travel together and so soon into their travels.

Tae-Jun even said "I couldn't care less about the Wind Tribe. I'm going to kill you because I have business with the princess here!" to Hak. Before, Yona felt partially responsible for the suffering of the Wind Tribe and the injured merchants, but here the feeling of responsibility is even stronger and more direct. The guilt and sadness eats at her.

"I knew Hak would shield her with his body" – more of everyone knowing Hak's devotion to Yona and an example of how Hak is both a weapon and a shield for Yona ("a tool")

"They're going to kill Hak!"

"No, think about this. I should stay put...and hold my breath. If I go out there, I'll only be in his way. Just like earlier. It'll be all right. Hak is really strong."

"He could dodge that arrow. I'll stay right here and wait for him to come back. Hak...would never die." – Yona has had to face a lot that at one point seemed incomprehensible: her father's death, Soo-Won's betrayal... does the reliability and presence of Hak feel even more unshakable than her father and Soo-Won? And/or does she realize that nothing is written in stone?

"NO. Why did I leave Fuuga in the first place?" –in the last chapter, Yona became determined to take action and not accept that she should be passive and everything will be okay. But in Fuuga, taking action was more theoretical and relatively safe. The action of leaving to protect someone is much easier than being in the heat of battle.

Yona decided what she values/her principles, but this is her first big test in regards to them. Was she just all talk?

A BIG MOMENT for Yona, a sort of culmination of the growth she has been experiencing so far. And it's beautiful.

"Why did I leave Fuuga in the first place? Was it to have Hak protect me while I hide? If so, I should have stayed where I was. I'm just a burden to him. What would I do if he weren't here? Do I plan to admit that I'm weak and keep cowering?"

This reminds me of how I love the questions Yona asks herself back in chapter 1 ("Am I not allowed to be happy?" + "I'm allowed to have these feelings, aren't I?") and her honesty with herself and others. Yona feels and admits that she's weak. She feels powerless and helpless and like a burden, but she doesn't want to hide or keep cowering. She wants to be someone worth protecting and be someone capable of protecting, for Hak and for herself. She rejects the position of damsel she's gotten used to and decides to change.

"Before I ask for any divine answers...there are some questions I need to ask myself" – and I love this part too. There's a re-centering and some introspection happening before she chooses the path forward. This goes back to her journey of self-discovery and who she wants to be, and I think it demonstrates Yona placing value in herself and her thoughts + opinions.

She won't be a doll to be manipulated or just do what others say. She will decide for herself and bring her own thoughts to the table.

I think it's cool that we get all of this here. Maybe survival would be more likely if she stayed hidden, but she's choosing to live, not just survive. It brings things back to her thoughts from the beginning of the chapter: "The right path, huh? Right now, I'm just struggling to survive." In choosing to emerge from hiding and act, she has some direction and purpose.

LOOK AT THOSE EYES. Yona is pissed and I live for it. There's a clear fire lit inside her.

"W–What's going on? I thought being driven from the palace had broken her spirit" – Yona shocks Tae-Jun (who isn't as dumb as he appears as he correctly assumed Yona's state post-Soo-Won betrayal but he didn't account for what her time with the Wind Tribe would do!)

"We must talk" – Yona is using what she has, her words, but this also works as a reflection of her father's nonviolence.

"You poor thing...! Soo-Won has treated you abominably. But if you come with me and tell the truth, we could drag him off the throne. You can avenge your father"

"If you new all that...why did the Fire Tribe put pressure on the Wind Tribe? Why did you attack those merchants? If you know the truth about what happened...you shouldn't have been trying to hurt the Wind Tribe...or trying to kill Hak for no reason! There are more important things you should've been doing!" – Yona sees through Tae-Jun and cracks down on how he + the Fire Tribe hurt innocents, she is continuing to dedicate herself to the people + be outraged on their behalf. And while before her emotions regarding what happened to the merchants and the Wind Tribe skewed more towards sadness, now she is fueled by anger.

Yona is also continuing with her refusal to be manipulated/do what others say and adding onto that, she's refusing to accept being talked down to.

"Her eyes look like they're on fire...I can't take my eyes off her!" – Yona is stepping into her power and others can see it!

"I may be a naive princess...but I'm not foolish enough...to listen to anyone who acts so senselessly!" – jabbing at Tae-Jun's priorities while asserting her own. Yona is again demonstrating self-awareness and honesty ("naive princess") but still doing what she can and acting from the heart. She has a passion to her.

"Her highness is supposed to be young and malleable..." – Yona standing up to Tae-Jun is standing up against what Hak hates about the nobility: people being treated as pawns + dishonesty + selfishness. She will not be a tool (which makes me think of how Hak told her to use him as a tool. He does submit to her will but he isn't malleable and is unshakable in his devotion)

And even Hak is shook by Yona's actions and words here. This is a part of her maybe even he hasn't seen before.

"...her crimson tresses...looked like they were flames about to consume her" – it's almost like Yona's rage and thoughts are too powerful for her body. She has a powerful emotionality and she may continue to show that feelings are not weak but actually the opposite.

Yona's hidden power has been unlocked, but what exactly is it? Here it seems to be determination + emotionality + passion driven by care for others. It's kind of her "Wind Tribe moment" aka doing as they did, moving from inspiration to action.

[xjulixred45x]

I could't contain myself guys sorry--

Bro, do you realize how scary it would be to have Vox as a Yandere?

just imagine it. You could be one of his workers, maybe too good at your job, because not only do you do what Vox tells you without asking questions, but you also know what to say and what not to say to avoid a "tantrum" from him. or rather, when his insecurities attack with force like when Alastor returns.

Vox would probably be a somewhat condescending yandere (as seen with Val) but don't think you can't turn tables easily, if you stroke his ego enough, you can have him around your finger. but that doesn't make it any less dangerous for those around you.

He makes the typical 180 degree turn in attitude when it comes to Other Employees and when it comes to You. Damn, you may be the only one of his employees who gets paid vacations (or even vacations) or even birthday bonuses, things like that. He likes to give you his things or products with the excuse that "they are for testing" even if they have already been released on the market.

Like:

Vox: who the fuck eat My leftovers!?! WHENEVER WHO WAS I'M GOING TO-

Darling: it was me sir.

Vox:--give You the rest and take You out for lunch, You haven't eaten in the whole day AGAIN, didn't ya?

He definitely avoids conflict with you by hypnotizing you, when he starts to feel hostility, fear on your part or that you want to leave, he makes you "out of nowhere" have "ONE MORE TASK" and you can't help but do what he says.

and IT IS NOT just to avoid fights or for you to leave, it is something CONSTANT (once every two days MINIMUM), although Vox is not worried about your brain turning into mush due to its powers, it always keeps nutritious things in your diet and they come out relatively often , as you have to follow him everywhere.

Eventually he becomes more clingy and needy in this case, it's practically not that he's proposing to you or anything, he's just slowly dragging you into a relationship without you realizing it (because you're not lucid enough). Unless you develop a higher level of tolerance to his hypotonic trick, I don't think you'll notice his Red Flags.

I think it would be ESPECIALLY BAD if Darling is also a Sinner, because then they wouldn't even be able to get out of the pride ring to run away from Vox. leaving you with many fewer options and having to avoid all of Vox's technology, which you could only achieve by 1- going to the Cannibal Legion or 2- going to the Hazbin Hotel.

Running away is EXTREMELY DIFFICULT, not only because of his hypnotic trick, but because he literally has EYES EVERYWHERE, on every screen in hell. If you somehow manage to get away with it and run away, Vox would be SO ANGRY and looking for you all over hell with their screens.

Although definitely if you were gone more than a day, he would be more distraught than angry and would begin to despair. Even Val and Velvet would give him a hand because of how bad it would be.

Just imagine, thinking that you finally lost sight of Vox's search drones, without realizing that you stand in front of some store and VOX ITSELF appears on the screens :)

If you made the stupid decision to go to the Hazbin Hotel, Vox would be distraught and would even think that Alastor was somehow holding you hostage, obviously! Why would you go there if you knew his biggest enemy was there? Alastor must be using you as a bargaining chip! How dare he!?

(in this case, fortunately, the punishment is much less severe, but he would definitely monitor you for the rest of your life)

When he eventually gets you back (after a few days or even WEEKS of anguish) expect, first of all, to be in a mortal embrace that lasts AT LEAST 2 days and then receive your "punishment" which would be to be under hypnosis for AT LEAST 1 YEAR to be sure that this NEVER HAPPENS AGAIN.

Although calm down! He gives your mind breaks periodically because 1- he doesn't know if that would ultimate mess with your head and 2- it's nice to hear YOU talk instead of the robotic version.

When that year FINALLY ends, you will be a much more obedient, more terrified, sweeter version of You, according to Vox, like a frightened Deer. It was a long and hard process, but the good thing is that you don't have to do anything anymore! absolutely! Just do what he tells you and everything will be fine.

Shares, reblogs and comments are very welcome!

Not one of the Best yanderes to have, but Def not the worst

[for-those-who-wait]

it hurts me to ask this, but how would blorbo!Hunter respond to the death of flapjack…

Blorbo Hunter has cat brain where he doesn't really have a complex thought process (there's another ask about this in my inbox that I'll answer once I doodle some more, I'll try to go more in-depth about it then) so I think it would be that situation where one of your pets passes and the other is confused about why their buddy isn't around anymore and why their owner is suddenly very sad

I would really like to make a comic about it but it would take a while and my brain is mush so, taking crack seriously, I think it would happen like this (very limited memory of what happens in the beginning of For the Future):

Blorbo Hunter is probably in somebody's pocket or bag for the whole altercation with Belos in Thanks to Them, so he didn't actually witness anything. Everyone is very torn up about it after they go through the portal, the blorbo is a little confused about why Hunter looks sad and weird, but he's just kind of chilling. Hunter can't really stand to look at the blorbo for a bit (something about anxiety about loss and wanting to distance himself emotionally as a coping mechanism) so he passes him off to Luz and the gang to watch over while he broods in the corner at the Owl House like normal. Blorbo Hunter is just hanging out, he's kind of wondering what's up since I think Flapjack would be as constant a presence for blorbo Hunter as he is for regular Hunter and he's similarly not used to not having that presence nearby. They are friends, they love each other, and he wants to know where his friend is!

I think blorbo Hunter has a little bit of a signal thing going where he'll make little gestures about things he wants (he just learned that Flapjack is more likely to interact with him if he opens his arms like he wants a hug, and he kept doing it). So the gang is familiar by now that when he splays his little arms out, he's referencing Flapjack. And he doesn't actually do that until they're all calming down, slowly trying to fall asleep at the Owl House, and he finally wriggles away to find Hunter (because he follows him absolutely freaking everywhere and he might as well have a natural homing beacon for that boy)

Hunter's not really trying to sleep, he's been Irreparably Traumatized, and blorbo Hunter climbs onto him and splays his arms out like "Where's Flapjack?" since Hunter usually knows where he is, and blorbo Hunter has associated Hunter with Flapjack appearing. Hunter isn't even sure if he should respond to that, because he knows by now that the blorbo just can't really understand the concept of loss like that. Hunter's probably tearing up a bit by now because of all the stress and emotions he's shoving down, and now he's got this innocent little thing looking up at him for guidance that he feels he's incapable of providing because Flapjack, the one thing the blorbo is asking for, is gone in a way that Hunter can't explain and the blorbo can't understand.

Blorbo Hunter, ever the cat, at least recognizes that Hunter's upset. The blorbo climbs up onto his chest, probably lays right up against his chin, and just sits there for the sake of closeness and an attempt at comfort. And for his part, I think Hunter would just grieve a lot about it because Flapjack was probably there to help him process even accepting blorbo Hunter in the first place (I think Flapjack would immediately love the blorbo and would have to spend a long time convincing Hunter to give him a chance as well), and now he's left with the guilt of having initially disliked the blorbo and also killing his friend. Like "I killed Flapjack with the hand that I am currently using to try and comfort this weird clone-cat-creature he was friends with, I'm so incredibly messed up and terrible for this."

This child can fit so much trauma and self-hatred in him holy crap

ANYWAY sorry for the ramble, hopefully that answers the question, thank you for asking it :))

[nanamiscocksleeve]

14 with Nanamin?

- @dilucs-princess

First thirster of the day! Welcome back honey! Hope you had a good week.

“I told you, you would eventually start begging.”

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What a foolish little brat you were. You really thought you could come out on top when you messed with Kento?

The vibrator is pushed ruthlessly against your puffy clit as he fucks in and out of you, hitting that sweet spot mercilessly. Your brain is mush. You hadn't been thinking when you had taunted him, saying you were too much of a princess to beg him for anything.

His eyes narrow in mockery as he sees you struggle. You decide your pride isn't worth it anymore. He'd been teasing and edging you for such a long time now that the only thing you could picture was your release.

"Kento." You call his name quietly, defeatedly.

"Does the little brat have something to say?" he chides. He pulls away the vibrator and you whine, tears leaking from your pretty eyes.

"Kento, I'm sorry. Now please. Please can I cum?" you beg, looking up at him, pleading with your eyes.

"Well now look at that. I guess someone isn't too dignified to ask for an orgasm. Now tell me my brat...why would you think it's demeaning to ask me for one?" He suddenly pushes the vibrator back against your clit and you cry out with a jolt.

"No! I'm sorry! Please please please please...!"

“I told you, you would eventually start begging.” Kento says snidely. "But you do look pretty like this. Go ahead. Cum. Show me how much that pussy wants to make a mess all over my cock."

His crude words add to the intensity and with another cry, you cum all over him, juices leaking from your cunt and spilling all over his hardened length.

Send me a prompt!

[archangeldyke-all]

hi hi hii sweetheart. Oh my lord. Your writing is literally so good, you honestly deserve the best, mind blowing, legs shaking, knees bucking, cant even talk orgasm. I'm so sorry. someone had to say ittttt. But I was wonderingggg😋 could you maybe do a drabble with reader and sevika are selling their house because maybe they have a little fucker on the way and they need more room, so they are goin through the house one last time and sevika starts js randomly naming out all her favorite times they have had sex in each place of the house...and she recalls like Hella details not even reader remembers. (Reader has pregnant mush-brain.) But could sevika be like..."wanna find a place we haven't fucked before..?" AND ITS LIKE THE HARDEST THING TO FIND BECAUSE THEY HAVE LITERALLY DONE IT EVERYDAY. But they end up finding a spot and sevika gives reader defo on the top 10 best sex they have had in that house. Could sevika maybe have a penis or even js her strap on in this...?:3 ANYWAY I WOULD LOVE THIS BUT IF YOU CANT DO IT ITS OKAY TOO!! I love you so so much your writings literally amazing!!!

this is so cute i love it!! (and thank u so much, i'm so glad u like my stuff eeek!!<3)

men and minors dni

you should probably be feeling a little more sentimental and sad about leaving behind the house you and sevika have been living in for seven years now.

these four walls have been your home through some of the best days of your life: meeting sevika, marrying sevika, realizing you're pregnant with sevika's baby-- it all happened here. you guys built your lives together here, and overtime, they became so intertwined and connected that you've become a 'we' rather than a 'me.'

but in all honesty-- you're thrilled to be leaving.

you hate this house. the floors are slanted, the roof is leaky, the windows aren't weatherproofed, so it's freezing in the winter and boiling in the summer. you haven't been able to take a bath in the tub for three years now because there's cracks in the caulk and any water above an inch deep starts to flood the bathroom. it's a shitty house, and you've been wanting to leave for years.

sevika's always been the one to convince. it's not that she loves your house, it's that she doesn't want to put the effort into finding a new one. but, upon the two of you finding out that your family will be growing in a few short months, sevika finally relented.

and now, just ten minutes down the street from this place, you've bought a beautiful family home, big enough for the two of you, your future baby, and whatever other family members (both human and animal) that might spawn in the future.

your inspector gave it an A+, the yard is spacious, the floors are level, there's not just one, but three bathtubs,-- and the one in the main en-suite is like a hot tub-- big enough for you and your wife to fit and lounge. you're so fucking excited to move in, that you're not even a little sad to leave behind the old space.

sevika's been eyeing you with worry all day as she lugs boxes and furniture to the moving van. she's waiting for your pregnancy hormones to hit you and for you to become a blubbering mess at the thought of leaving behind your place. you can't blame her, your pregnancy hormones can and have turned you into a puddle of tears over much less. just last night you cried for thirty minutes because one of the celery stalks in the bunch you'd bought was wilted, and all his celery friends were still green and healthy, going on living without him.

but, really, you're fine.

she's not buying it.

"sevika, for the last fucking time, i'm okay!" you groan. the house is mostly empty now, just a few boxes and some lamps left. sevika's taking a snack break, one of her arms wrapped around you as she looks at you with concern.

"i'm just saying babe, we can't come back after tonight, so if you need any, like, sentimental pictures, or a good cry--"

"oh my god!" you laugh, elbowing her. "sevika, i'm okay, really. i'm so fucking excited to go, i'm so excited for our future. i'll cherish the memories this place gave us forever, but i don't really care about the place itself." you shrug.

sevika studies you carefully, and then she pouts a bit. "it doesn't make you a little sad?" she asks. you raise your eyebrow, surprised to hear your usually-so-stoic wife is feeling ...sentimental?

"what makes me sad?"

"babe, this house is the first place we ever fucked in!" she whines. you burst into laughter. sevika points to the empty bedroom behind her. "you're not sad to leave that room behind? after all the times i fucked you into incoherence in there?" she asks, her eyes wide and sparkly like she's actually a little emotional. you can't stop laughing as you reach up to cup your wife's cheek.

"honey, you're gonna be fucking me into incoherence for the rest of our lives." you remind her. sevika smiles a bit at this.

"yeah, but... we had so many good times in this house." she sighs wistfully. you chuckle, pecking her cheek.

"we did. remember when you dented the drywall with the headboard?" you ask. sevika giggles a bit, her gaze snapping back down to yours, her hand reaching around your body to start gently stroking your ever-growing belly.

"'course i remember, i had to plaster it back up myself." she chuckles. "remember when we almost started a fire when we were getting kinky with the wax?" she asks. you blink up at her, drawing a blank and pouting.

"no." you whine. "tell me, it sounds hot." you demand. your pregnancy's been blessedly healthy, but the one symptom that's hit you hard is your baby-brain. sometimes, you're just total mush in the head. sevika's been patient and kind each time. right now, she just smiles salaciously at you and presses you against the counter.

"you don't remember?" she asks. "our second anniversary, we wanted to try wax play? you got the special lotion candles and everything, wore those pretty lacy panties i ruined last year on your birthday, and i let you tie my hands up." you smile, the memory slowly coming back to you, heat building between your legs as she speaks. "anyways... it was goin' real good until i kicked over an unattended candle." she whispers.

you break into laughter-- the memory suddenly flooding back to you. "shit, i miss that blanket." you snort, remembering the way the comforter seemingly spontaneously combusted.

"you were screaming as you tried to pat out the fire, and i was tied to the fucking bed that was goin' up in flames-- i thought i was gonna fuckin' die." sevika cackles.

you snort, and kiss her cheek. "i saved you, though." you brag. she laughs.

"yeah, you did."

"c'mon, tell me another." you demand.

sevika raises an eyebrow. "another what?"

"another sex memory." you say. sevika giggles. "they're all fresh and new to me, i like remembering how fun and hot we are."

"hmm..." sevika thinks, her eyes darting around the house. she snatches your wrist and drags you to the bathroom. "i'm still pretty convinced i got you knocked up in here six months ago."

"which time?" you ask. sevika smirks, kissing your cheek and pinching your ass.

"exactly." she teases. you snort. "no, but for real, there was this one time-- i'd just finished my workout and you'd had a big glass of 'shower wine'" sevika puts this in air-quotes, teasing the habit you indulge in each night, "and i fucked you against the sink so good that you had to get right back in the shower once i was done with you. fuck, i came my fucking brains out, honey, i couldn't speak for like ten minutes afterwards." your thighs clench a bit at the memory, your stomach bursting into butterflies at the way sevika's voice has gotten all heavy. her eyes are dark when she looks over at you. "and then, boom. two weeks later you're pregnant." she says, grinning.

you giggle. "you think that was the one, huh?" you ask. she nods.

"what's your theory?"

"i always thought it happened when you fucked me on the couch while we were watching that stupid cop-buddy movie." you say. sevika laughs.

"so you remember that-- a lazy, unromantic fuck after a long weekend of both of us lounging and not showering-- but you don't remember the good ones?" she asks. you just giggle and shrug again.

"they're all good ones with you, baby." you say. sevika's teasing look melts away, something needier taking it's place. you know what she's going to ask for, so you speak before she can. "you think there's a place in the house we haven't fucked?" you ask.

sevika blinks, considering it for a second. "i dunno."

"i wouldn't wanna leave the house with a room un-fucked in, sev, that would be a real shame."

"fuck, it really would, wouldn't it?" she asks. you snort and nod.

"so?" you ask. "you think we've checked all the boxes or can you think of a place we might need to--"

"the attic. you think you can crawl up there in your state?" she inturrupts you, rubbing your stomach as she eyes the little hatch in the ceiling of the hall. you burst into laughter.

"the attic!?"

"c'mon!" she laughs, jumping up and grabbing the string, pulling the stairs down. "you go first, i'll catch you if you fall. she says, steadying your hips as she walks you up the first few steep steps. you can't stop laughing as your wife basically herds you up into the attic.

you've never been up here, execpt for the few times you've had to put a pot down during a rain storm to stop the leaks from coming down into your home. it's dingy and dusty, and you can't even stand up straight-- you have to crawl to the end of the small storage space so sevika can fit up beside you.

she seems just as disgruntled with her choice as you are, but she's determined to make it work, quickly stripping herself of her shirt and laying it down behind you as a blanket. you giggle. "lay down." she requests, holding the back of your head as you lower yourself down so you don't bonk it on any beams or bars.

you can't see her like this. you're flat on your back, and your stomach is huge. you don't know what she's planning, so it's a shock when sevika starts tugging at your pants.

you burst into giggles, lifting your hips up to help her. "what's your plan here, babe?" you ask as she starts kissing your bare legs.

she hums against your thigh, considering your question. she trails a hand up your thigh, teasing your cunt with a feather-light touch, before lifting her mouth from your leg to speak.

"'m gonna get you knocked up again." she says.

you burst into laughter, and you can see sevika lift up from between your legs to admire your smile. you grin down at her, and widen your legs. "give it your best shot, baby." you choke out between laughs.

sevika, grins, and then ducks back down to disappear beneath your tummy and bury her face in your cunt.

fuck, you're horny. the baby's been giving you crazy hormones, and while sometimes that means you can cry at sad celery, other times it means you're so insanely horny you could cum from a strong breeze.

"oh, fuck, baby!" you cry as sevika buries her tongue inside of you. she hums, reaching up to start working her fingers in the mix.

"gonna cum already?" she grunts before ducking back down and sucking your clit. you smack your hand against the dusty floor beneath you-- too round to reach down and tug her hair like you want to.

"fuck, 'm gonna cum all over your fuckin' face, sev." you whine, your brain turning to mush as you get closer. she groans against you at your words, and you take it as a sign to just let your mouth run. "'y feel so fuckin' good, 'y fuck me so good, shit, sevika, sev!" you scream as you cum.

before you can even ride out the first wave of your high, sevika's jumping on top of you to mount you so quickly that her head smacks against one of the low hanging beams in front of you.

you gasp-- still cumming and horrified at the loud "SMACK!" that rings out as you watch your wife's head collide with the beam-- then you burst into pitying, whiny giggles as sevika curses.

"shit!" she groans, reaching up to hold her forehead. you reach up to cup her face, laughing and shivering and somehow still cumming.

"are you okay?" you giggle, pulling her down to kiss the bruise already forming on her forehead. she grunts.

"i'm fine."

"liar." you giggle. you tilt her head from side to side, giving her pupils a good look as a half-assed concussion exam. "poor baby. need me to take you to the urgent care? see if you got a concussion?"

"i'm fine. just need to put my dick in you." she grunts.

you laugh, but shut your legs before she can sink into you. she huffs and glares up at you, and you pinch her chin. "remind me to check you out for real once we're done, okay?" you ask. she nods. you glare at her, knowing she won't. "sevika, you're my brain until the baby comes, i don't care if you don't want me to remember, you really gotta remind me. if you have a concussion and die because i let you fuck me instead of taking you to the hospital-- how am i supposed to explain that to the baby?" you ask.

sevika groans. "okay! okay! i know! ''re you gonna lemme fuck you or what?" she asks.

you pucker your lips, and sevika's annoyance melts as she swoops down to kiss you. you hum happily and open your legs, smiling up at your wife. "okay." you agree. sevika grins, and then she sinks into you with one smooth thrust.

you both gasp, your open mouths just a breath apart from each other as sevika starts to work her hips against yours. "fuck." you whine. sevika smirks down at you.

"fuck." she agrees.

your thighs are shaking-- her cock fills you up perfectly, like she's made for you, made for stretching you just right. each of her thrusts is accompanied by a wet smack, and you bury your face against sevika's shoulder in embarrassment as the wet sounds grow louder. she chuckles.

"you've been fuckin' leaky since i knocked you up. your cunt's so fuckin' needy, isn't it? already put a baby in it and it's just droolin' for more." she grunts against your ear. you cum the second the words leave her mouth, your nails sinking into her shoulders as you shake apart. sevika grins down at you. "fuck, it's so fuckin' cute how easy you are when you're carryin' my kid. i just put it in babe, you're already cumming?" she teases again.

you bite her neck, relishing in the way her breath hitches as you try to collect yourself, then hiking your leg up over her hips and gripping her hair in your hands. "it's your fault." you whimper as you try to catch your breath. "you knocked me up 'n now i'm fuckin' stupid and horny and-- and you feel so good." you whine.

sevika shivers on top of you, and you tug her hair harder.

"'m yours, baby." you whimper. "all yours."

that's the final nail in the coffin-- sevika screams a "fuck!" as she cums at your words. you grin, clenching around her cock and giggling at the way her arms nearly give out beneath her. "you're an evil woman." she sighs appreciatively. "i love you so much."

you laugh, and sevika ducks down to kiss your exposed neck. "'m your evil woman." sevika's dick makes one more feeble twitch inside of you at your words, the reminder that you're hers. you giggle in delight at the feeling.

"damn right you are." she mumbles, grinning.

you sigh as the euphoria of your orgasms wears off and the hard floor beneath you starts to kick in. "you might need to carry me back down the attic steps."

sevika bursts into giggles. "you might need to take me to the hospital. i can't tell if i'm seeing stars because i just came so hard or if it's a concussion."

you groan, and sevika muffles her giggles against your neck.

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[queer-n-here]

Hi lol I’m just here to request Tachihara again (i was the one who requested him before haha). I saw that you wrote the fic and that’s awesome and I’m super grateful, but I wasn’t able to finish it bc I can’t read noncon (just a personal thing).

But yeah! I’ve been loving your other works and I was debating even sending this cuz i didn't wanna sound entitled or anything but if you’re up for writing another Tachihara fic, I’d be stoked to read it! The other options on the poll you put out all sounded really good so maybe one of those? Up to you! And feel free to shoot down this request, no hard feelings :)

Bro 😭 I'm sorry the fic wasn't to your taste. Also, this is for other people who wanna send asks, too. If there are certain themes that you're not comfortable with, please specify! I don't want to make y'all uncomfortable, and I think I remember you saying that you were okay with anything, anon *accusing side eye*.

Hehe, no worries though, and you didn't come off as entitled at all. In fact, you sounded so polite I was like damn I need to do this hahah (dont worry, I took no pressure, as you can probably tell from the time it took for me to dish this things out, I'm sorry brooooo 😭😭)

Also, I'm glad you like my works! ☺ Thank you for reading, and I hope you like this one, too!

In the poll that I did for Tachihara, the second place was taken by 'Edging+Overstim' so imma do that one!

Contents: Edging 'Hara and then overstimming him.

Warnings: Smut, top male reader, lil bit of nipple play, one case of degradation, edging, overstim, I'm writing this at 2:24 because my bae just went offline and I'm horny :(

Tachihara was barely even sane about three hours in.

You'd been edging him for so long, he couldn't focus on anything anymore. His eyes were dripping with tears, his hips bucking up to push himself deeper into your cock, only for you to grab his waist with a hiss and hold him in place.

Gods, you couldn't help but admire how sexy he looked like that, eyes glazed over and thighs trembling, hands clutching your shoulders so tight he'd drawn blood a while ago. Another sob shook his bruised chest as you remained stationary in him, so big against his walls but not moving.

"[Name]," He whined, the jut of his throat rolling. "Hhng, p-please..."

"Hmm..." You considered giving him what he wanted.

You raised a hand, letting it trail across his skin, caressing his torso, his waist, his thighs...

Tachihara moved to lean into the touch, his gaze pleasingly pathetic despite his brain having turned to mush.

You leaved down and, surprising the both of you with your gentleness, placed a kiss on Tachihara's forehead.

"Alright, then." You said, your voice husky with desire.

And then your hips started moving again, this time with a ferocity that sent the man underneath you scrambling for purchase, his grip slipping from your shoulders. His hands landed on the sheets on either side of his head and he gripped them tightly, back arching as your thrusts grew deeper and deeper.

The sounds of sex echoed across the room, and each one of your thrusts hit Tachihara's sweet spots at the accuracy of a professional sniper, sending his mind hurling, making him whimper. His moans were growing louder, and his untouched dick was leaking pre-cum onto the sheets.

It didn't take Tachihara long to come. A couple tugs at his nipples had him spilling all over himself, making a mess out of his abdomen. His body shuddered as he panted, body lax under you, till he realized you weren't stopping.

"A-ah! I just... Mmph! I just c-came, [Name], please..."

"Please what, baby?" You drawled, your pace wild and unrestrained, your gaze on Tachihara's body predatory. "Isn't this what you wanted?"

And he just whined, fat tears spilling from his red and puffy eyes as he shook his head, but at the same time his hole clenched around you, making you widen your eyes and then smirk.

"Such a fucking slut, 'Hara..."

You ended up fucking him till he was shooting blanks, till the half-begging expression on his face slowly turned into a fucked-out one, till he couldn't even say your name anymore.

Clean up was a pain in the neck as usual, but after changing the sheets when you laid behind Tachihara in the bathtub, holding him against you, you couldn't help but sigh in contempt.

As long as you had him by your side, you couldn't hell but think that life was good.

[savvypervy0]

Little Puppy 2

TW: Teacher/Student, Total Power Exchange, degradation, praise, Dominant Daddy, Pet play, age gap, smut

You're at his class again. This time, wearing the collar like it's a badge of honor. Tied to it, there's a small pendant with his initials and his phone number in the back. In display, for everyone to see, was a small bone, etched into the metal, with the name "Puppy" written on it.

"What's that you're wearing?" You could hear your friend ask. "Just something I thought I had to hide for the longest time." You smile, trying to look confident. But deep down, you're embarrassed.

This wasn't your idea. Of course not. It was his. Entering the class room, you see his desk already. His eyes meet yours, guiding you to the desk right in front of his with just his gaze.

"Good morning, class." His voice quickly captures the attention of everyone in the room. You can't focus on the class at all, always going back to last week, remembering how he treated you, how he played with you… Going back to when you woke up and he was playing with your hair, caressing your cheeks. That fucking "good morning, little puppy" that messes up your brain and makes you giggle like you lost a thousand points of IQ. In his hands, in his bed, you become nothing more than a dumb, adorable little pet. And you love it.

"Next week, wear the collar for me." While driving you home the next day, he stops in the mall. "I'll get you something special to go with it. "Y- you want me to attend all classes wearing the collar?" You voice was trembling, your stomach drops down to your knees. "Is that too much to ask of you, little puppy?" Holding your hand, he guides you to a pet shop. "This is where we'll get the pendant to your collar." "N- no. I can do that. I'm a big puppy���" You try to sound confident, or even grown up, but your voice and your knees betray you. "It's okay if it's only for my classes for now, sweetheart." Leaving a soft kiss on your forehead, he turns to the cashier, getting the dogtag and paying. "Thank you for doing it so quickly." "No problem, sir. When the owner asks, we do it."

"You're the owner, Mr. Jon-?!" Before you can finish saying anything, you feel his finger on your lips, closing your mouth. "I already told you, sunshine. Outside of school, I'm not Mr. Jones." "S-sorry…" You can feel the heat growing on your cheeks, spreading through your face. "You're the owner here, d… daddy…?" God, why are you trembling so much? This cashier doesn't even know you. And he seems like someone Mr. Jones know… "Good pup…" He gently scratches behind your ears, caressing your hair. "Now, can you be a good pet and lift your chin so I can put the charm on your collar?"

You timidly lift your face, suddenly being forced to stare into his eyes, to watch a small grin forming on his mouth as you feel his strong, soft hands working on your collar, attaching the charm.

"W- what is in it, d- daddy?" "Why don't you see for yourself, sweetheart?" He grabs your hand and guides you to a room in the back, passing through a 'Staff Only' door. "Where are you taking me…?" You're scared, you don't know this place. "Somewhere safe, trust me." You know he wouldn't do anything to hurt you, but the fear of an unkown place was still present to you. "Like the… puppy room?" The pieces slowly connect in your brain. Suddenly, everything makes more sense. "Smart one, aren't you?" His soft giggle melts your brain into a complete mush, as he scrambles what was left with a soft caress on your hair. "Am smart?" Your giggling brain can't even form a proper sentence when his hands are touching you. God, you're so pathetic in his hands… "The smartest little pup in the world, sweetheart." His soft stirring on your scalp was melting your brain more and more… "Hehehe…" "Now, sweetie. To the puppy room, okay?

Holding his hand, you followed close, each of his steps being two of yours, making echoes on the walls around you. You finally arrive at a door marked with only one word: [PLAY].

"So… this is the play room…?" Your voice is shy, but filled with curiosity.

How different this room might be from daddy's play room? What kinds of toys would they have? What about the rules inside? All of those thoughts keep swirling inside your brain, round, and round and round…

"What's wrong, sunshine?" His hands wake you up from that trance, caressing your chin and forcing you to look into his eyes. "Is my little pup thinking about what might be behind this door? Maybe about all the naughty stuff we'll do, or even what I might force onto you as a 'rule'…?" "Um…" You try to form words, but there's no way to argue back at him. He knows you too well. "Yes…" "Good puppy…" His fingers gently scraping on your shoulders were more than enough praise, but he still insisted on saying it. Because more than anything else, he knows his voice has a strange effect on your brain; cooking it like a slow heat oven. "Now, puppy. The first rule here is that you must wear the collar."

You feel his big, gentle hands wrapping around your neck, the soft leather from your collar touching your skin. A comforting, dumbing feeling taking control of your brain, slowly making you go back thousands of years, back to your most primal instincts. You don't even think, you just press your head against his chest, as he softly caresses your hair, whispering small words of praise that you can't even understand. Even if he only played with you once, your brain already knows. When you're wearing the collar, you're not his student, you're not the smart, straight As that he's so proud of. No, you're just his little puppy. His desperate, tail-wagging, begging, whimpering and messy puppy.

"Daddy… can I open the door?" Your voice, even if still shy, gets more confident. Right now, you have no power in this dynamic. You can't do anything he won't let you. There's no reason to think, to analyse the situation. You just submit and smile to his actions, to his desires. "Of course, sweetheart. Go on." You see that soft, malicious grin on his face. That stupid fucking grin.

You knew he was looking down on you. Fuck. You reach your hand to the door handle, and were about to turn it when…

"Oh, almost forgot!" As soon as you turn around, you hear a soft, dry 'click' coming out of your neck. And the tip of the lead is in his hands. "Do you have a safe word in mind, sweetie?" "Safe word?" You never really thought about this. You just assumed he would know how to treat you, since he's experienced and all. "No? Do I need one?" "Shit. Okay, we should've talked this better before coming here." He takes off the collar from your neck. "No! I want to play!" "I know, kiddo. We will play, don't worry." You feel his scratches behind your ear. "We just need to discuss this before doing anything." "But yesterday-" "Yesterday wasn't planned. I kinda forgot the formalities because you're too fucking adorable. But here we're in a kinda public place. Other people might come, and I need to know when to stop if you're ever feeling uncomfortable, right?" He bombarded you with words. Your brain sort of short-circuited with the sudden praise, but you got the general idea. "Y- yeah, makes sense…" "Good pup." He takes a Kitkat from his pocket and cracks one of the four bars, giving it to you. "Do you like this?" "Uh-hum!" You happily munch down on the little treat as he explains what could work as a safe word. "It can be anything that grounds you, something to take you off the role. When you say this word, I will stop what I'm doing to make sure you're okay." "Why the need for a safe word? Can't I just say 'stop' or 'I don't want it'?" "Well, you see…" Mr. Jones scratches his head, trying to find the right words. "There's this thing called 'Consensual Non-Consent', where you say 'no! Stop! I don't want this!' when you really, really want it. Some subs are very heavily into this, and the idea of a 'safe word' serves to make sure no limits are being broken." "So basically I can just say like… 'Crackers' and you stop at any time?" "Yeah." He hands you the rest.

"Now that you know how this works…" As you're eating the kitkat, you feel the familiar texture of the collar on your neck, you hear the sounds of being bound by the leather and metal around your neck. You're back to being just his little puppy. "What's our safe word, sunshine?" "Crackers." You speak in-between bites, trying to eat quick to have more time to play. "Good puppy." Scratching your hair, he opens the door and pulls the leash, guiding you inside, as you gulp down the rest of the chocolate.

As soon as his hands pull down on that door handle, you heard a click, then a crack. And then your eyes were flooded with red lights from all corners of the room, reflecting from shiny metal tables, painting otherwhise leather things with a blood-like tint.

"Wow…" You brain slowly kicked back into action, analyzing everything on that space, clinching every detail to your brain, to your conscious. "There's… so many things here that I've never seen…" "You can pick where and when we start, sweetheart." With a soft, almost guiding brush on your cheeks, he slowly goes through each and every toy, tool and item inside the room. But you couldn't focus on anything he was saying. Your brain was too focused on the pair of handcuffs, imagining how he might use it… Grabbing your hands, forcing you against a wall and forcefully restraining your movements, cuffing your hands together in front of you, grinding them against his growing bulge…

"Pup? Sunshine?" you woke up from your torpor as soon as you heard his fingers snapping on your ears, to find one of your hands already playing down there without permission. "Naughty puppy. I might have to do something about this, don't I?" You watch, with a mix of horror, arousal and fear, as he takes his slow, calculated steps towards a wall covered with all kinds of devices… "What should I pick…?" You can hear in his voice. He already knows what got you like this. "Maybe the leg-spreader…?" The device he feints toward is a big pole of metal with adjustable size, and leather straps pending from each end. "Or the rope… I could do a hogtie…" You don't know what this is, even if it sounds hot. He goes down all other equipment, until he stops by the handcuffs. "Of maybe all you want is the simplest one? Because your dummy puppy brain is still getting used to all of this?" You can't hide the shine in your eyes, te excitment. You promptly pull your hands in front of you, dripping with your arousal. He smiles, and locks you.

"Now, puppy. Do you remember what we talked about right before coming here?" "The… crackers?" You smile, already waiting for your treat, knowing you were a good puppy for remembering it. "Yes. Good job. If at any point I do something you don't like, just say the word." "Uh hum." You look up at his face, waiting for your treat. It's almost pathetic to watch as you squirm, trying to look cuter… "What's wrong? Do you perhaps want me to start already? Treats are for good puppies. And you were touching without permission, weren't you?"

The realization hits you like a truck. You're not a good pet now. For the first time, he's going to punish you for something. And that is scary. But you deserve to be punished, you were doing things you shouldn't without permission. And if he gets too 'excited' with the punishment, you can always bail.

As you're lost in thoughts, you didn't even notice as he guided your pathetic self to one of the shiny metal tables. "You're still wearing too much clothing. Do you like this shirt, sweetheart?" "You look hot, daddy." "Flattery won't make your punishment any easy, dummy. I meant the shirt you're wearing." "Oh…" You look down, a bit sad that your fail-proof had failed. "Yes, it was a gift from my friend." "Alright." From his back pocket, he pulls a key, taking the cuffs off of you. "Get naked." You don't even hesitate. He already has a grip on your brain, and all this whiplash from 'punishment' to 'caring dom' is confusing you.

As soon as you start taking the shirt off, he extends his hand, ready to grab it. And as you slowly take the rest off, you see him carefully folding that shirt, as if it's special to him as well. "What's wrong? Forgot how to take the rest off, sweetheart?" His voice is soft, almost like a summer wind hitting your naked chest, as his big, strong hands find their way inside your pants, gently taking them off together with your undies. With a tender kiss, he pushes you onto the table and sets the clothes aside.

He comes from the chair where he left them, and grabs a small vibrator from the giant wall of toys. "Since this is a punishment, sweetheart, I'll have to be a little more… aggressive. Be ready." He says this, but does not wait until you're ready.

Taking advantage of your unfavorable position, spread open on top of the table, he presses the vibe on your most sensitive spot. And he does this hard, with a little bit of pain. But your dumb mutt brain cannot focus on the pain, because the mere thought of his hands forcing this much pleasure on you is enough to drown any discomfort, any pain. You last a whole 45 seconds before cumming like a desperate bitch in heat, making a big mess on top of the table, and hitting his clothes as well. "God, you're a pathetic existence, you know? Your body is so well made to be my special, tiny little toy, and yet all you do is whimper, scream and piss all over me. Do you think this is funny, little one? Do you think you have any sort of control here?" Using the pathetic mess you just made, he wets the vibrator, shoving it directly inside your hole. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." You started saying this without even noticing. Your vision is blurry, your hands try to move, only for you to find them cuffed to each other. You put them between your legs, only for him to grab and lift them. "I already told you, mutt. You don't have a shred of control here. Your body became my toy for me to do as I please as soon as you put that collar around your neck and gave me the tip of the leash. You became mine. You are fucking mine, you understand?" "Y-ye-" You can't say a word without going into a whimpering, sobbing mess. You can't feel your feet anymore, your legs are moving without you wanting them to, your voice sounds like a whore. You're a mess. A complete mess. And he is smiling that stupid fucking sadistic smile. That slightly concealed grin, that one you fucking hate how much you love. The one that shows his power over you.

"Oh, what's wrong? Can't even speak because your tiny, little body can't handle all this pleasure? Are you gonna cum again without permission, little toy?" He takes the toy away from you. Finally, some time off. You calm down, get your nerves back… or so it should've been. In reality, you were so, so close to cumming again, to feeling good… But he robbed you of that good, explosive feeling. You start to whimper. Your brain is no more. Your hips move on their own, desperately trying to lift up just enough to feel those vibrations again, to feel that pleasure once more… "Nuh uh, sweetheart. You can't do this." He slaps your crotch, forcing you back down. You flinch, scared with the first slap he ever gave you for real. It stings, almost like his hand is still there, marking your skin, your nerves. You look back at him with those adorable, needy puppy eyes. The eyes that meet your gaze are careful, even a bit worried, like watching to see how you react. "B-but…" You try doing the same movement again, lifting your waist up, searching for the elusive toy. Only to feel his hand again slapping you down on the table.

But this time, you were expecting it. And you let out a soft moan. He smiles again, the worry in his eyes vanishing, being replaced by lust, hunger and desire. And you are the object he oh, so much wants. You, your body and your little whimpers.

Grabbing both your hands, you feel his bigger, stronger hands, as he rolls you around, pressing your sensitive nipples and tummy on the cold metal table. You flinch and moan with the sudden stimulus, closing your eyes and opening your mouth wide. "Now the puppy moans again." You listen to his belt being unbuckled, to his heavy breaths, as the hard black leather wraps around your left ankle, and he pulls it up. You don't know exactly how, but he ties your left ankle to your hands, leaving your body completely exposed and ready to be fucked, with your tiny little hole dripping with desire and lust. "Please…"

"Please what, bitch? Use all of your remaining brain cells and form a fucking sentence." He knows what he's doing. So much so that you can feel his finger slowly circling around your neediness, grabbing a little bit of what you shot out and spreading on the hole, moistening it up. "Please, don't make me say it…" You feel the first intrusion inside you. His index finger gently spreading your insides, slowly going deeper inside you, until you feel his knuckles on your outside skin. You can't see what he's doing, since he's behind you. Your min conjure all kinds of scenarios, thinking about things he might have grabbed to toy with you… "Your body is already screaming it. There's no shame left on you that I haven't stripped away yet. Just. Say. It." With each word, he thrusts his finger inside you, almost like he needs to make sure his words go deeper inside you, for you to understand what he's saying. "F… fu…" You try to form a word, but your mouth isn't really working with you here. "Fu… Fudge, little one? Do you want daddy to buy you fudge when we're done?" He whispers those words directly into your brain, through your left ear. When you look there, he's standing naked, his cock already fully erect, almost touching your lips. You just stick out your tongue, moving your head forward, trying to get at least the tip inside your mouth… Only to be met with his other hand on your hair, pulling you back to your place. "Not so fast, smart ass." He starts moving his hand faster, pulling your hair harder. The pleasure mixed in with the pain is confusing every single sensory receptor in your body, like they're short circuiting. "Fuck… Dick… Cock… Me… Cock… In… Inside…" You can't form a cohesive phrase. And he's loving it. "You want daddy's cock inside this hole here?" He shoves two fingers inside you, forcing your little body to cum. You just scream "YES!" without thinking anything other the "finally". And then, you feel his hands leaving your hair, followed by a strong snap coming from your ass. You scream louder, letting out even more of your pathetic cummies. "I didn't give you permission to cum, slut." Another slap. This time harder, more precise. The pain is slightly stronger than the pleasure, but your pain receptors are short-circuiting, so you don't even care, you keep on cumming a little more with each slap. "You're such a pathetic little bitch, you now? You barely knew what a safe word was 15 minutes ago, and now you're screaming, begging for more pain…"

"Do you still want my cock inside you, sweetheart?" Suddenly, he stops slapping you, and you start breathing heavily. His voice is as dominant as always, sounding like a predator gauging his prey, watching your reactions.

Your vision is still blurry, and you can barely feel your body. You feel so good. But you want more, you're a greedy little pet. "Please… please fuck my needy, pathetic little hole, daddy…" You finally manage to say, positioning yourself as best as you can with only one leg available. "Good pup." You feel his soft pats on your head once again. Finally, praise! Finally, you did a good job! "Here, open your little mouth for me." He slides a piece of fudge for you to eat. "Keep your sugar levels high so you can take my cock without fainting, sweetheart." "Hehe… okay…" You look so dumb with that stupid smile on your face. And, God… He looks so hot handling your body to it's proper place, carefully laying you back in front of him.

"Here I come, sweetie. Tell me if it's too sensitive to continue, okay?" "Oka-" You don't even finish the sentence.

He shoves all of his cock all the way inside in one single thrust. "Look at how needy your body got for me, puppy. It's practically swallowing me, pulling me deeper… I'll cum in no time like this." You can barely understand what he's saying, anyways. You just want him to flood you with his seed. "Cum… In…" You go back to that moaning, whimpering torpor.

You can't think about anything, your brain is completely empty. And when you open your eyes again, you hear his voice. "Inside or on your back, sweetheart?" "Inside!" You don't even think before responding. Your body needs to be bred so, so much… You physically cannot wait anymore to feel his hot cum inside you, dripping on the floor… He grabs your waist, pulling you closer to him. And right when he's the deepest inside you, you hear his coarse, rough voice whispering "fuck…" with that strong dominance, followed by a strong bite on the back of your neck, surely marking you. Putting all of this together, you cum once more, feeling his thick cock spurting out all of his sperm deep, deep inside you, marking your insides as much as he did your neck.

"Good pup…" His breath is shallow, but he's still standing, caressing your hair as he unties his belt from your ankle. "Daddy… eepy…" You slowly blink your eyes, trying to make sense of what just happened. "Did you count how many times?" "Dumb puppy… can't count more than 3…" You say, trying to deny the sheer volume of your liquids on top of that table. At least he giggles at this, grabbing the key to the handcuffs and unlocking them. You finally feel all the soreness on your whole body, letting yourself limp out on the table. "Sore…" "I know, sweetie… Sorry about that…" His arms are comfortable, as he sits down on a armed chair, putting you to sleep on his arms, humming a lullaby and patting your head. "Sleep, now. When you wake up, I'll tell you everything." "Uh hum…" You doze off before even trying to think of what the "everything" was.

[fandomwritingbit]

Can you do William fucking the sense into (afab) reader and telling her how much of a "stupid fucking whore" she is? ;) Thanks x

I absolutely bloody can! Sorry this took so long, reqs are moving slow cos my life's a shambles lol.

william afton x (afab)reader

warnings: smut duh, kinda a dom/sub thing here reader is sub, degration and inappropriate relationship.

You had no words, your singular thought swimming around your head like a goldfish with one fin: you'd fucked up.

Here you were in your boss's office, a place you'd been many times, but that now seemed very foreign indeed.

"So stupid, look at you." William sneered, his hand coated with your excitement. Actually, maybe that wasn't the right word for it. It was more... anticipation.

His hand was careless, fingers plunging in and out of your pussy like he was trying to prove a point. It was bizarre, he was pushing all the right buttons, trying to make your feel good, but it almost felt malicious and as turned on as you were, your stomach was in knots with the thought of what he was going to do to you.

You were close already, looking at this man in desperation, "...Fuck."

"Is this all you've been thinking about? Too focused on having someone uses this little pussy to do your fucking job properly, huh?" His fingers curled deep inside you, throwing you over your edge. You were too lost in the twitching sensation he'd forced from you to answer, so he shoved you back onto his desk, his expression harsh.

Standing over you, you'd never felt so small, he continued, "So useless that I had to take you off accounts. Had to put you on bookings? But you can't even do that right."

Just watching him with wide eyes, you couldn't think to speak.

"What, got nothing to say for yourself?" He grabbed hold of your chin, tilting it back in a sharp movement that made a gasp fall from your lips.

"Fuck... please, Mr Afton."

"Please what?" Still dumb, you simply reach forward, placing your hand over his hard cock through his trousers.

Surprisingly, he smirked at you, but it did nothing to make you feel at ease. Something about him right now scared you a fair bit, but you were practically dripping and a tight feeling in your core was begging to be loosened.

He let you palm him, quickly unfastening his belt. You bite your lip at the sight of him, the picture of his cock dragging against your cunt was filthy. "Tell you what, I'll fuck you good, if you tell me what a stupid fucking whore you are." He punctuates his sentence by slowly pressing his tip inside you, making you whine from the size of him.

"What was that?" His tone was sharp, though when you looked up at him, he was smirking.

When you again don't say anything, he catches your legs and pulls you flush against him, his cock thrusting fully inside you.

Grunting slightly, he speaks directly against your skin, "Fucking say it."

As you open your mouth to speak, he begins a rough pace, cutting you off with your own surprised shriek.

Your brain was absolute mush, but you obey him, not wanting him to stop. You felt so needy as his movement hit you deep.

"I-I'm a stupid fu-fucking whore." you speak quietly, unconsciously wrapping your legs tight around his waist.

He grunts, pushing you further down towards the desk.

"Mr Afton." He corrects. "Say it again." You feel his teeth against your neck as his hand slips between the two of you, over your clit.

"Ah-shit. I'm a stupid fucking whore... Mr Afton." You damn-near choke as you cum again, your walls clamping down on him taking him to his end as well.

His pace was lethal as he finished inside you, leaving you a complete mess both physically and mentally.

Pulling out of you, he smiled, taking a moment to look over the sight be fore him .

"Well, there is one thing you're good for."

[italladdsup]

Thinking about getting kidnapped by villains again. They got me locked in a room, completely captured and surrounded by tentacles. the room is filled with asphoric gas, and the tentacles slime has an asphoric effect, making me too horny to think. The tentacles keep finding the absolute perfect way to make me cum over and over again. Sometimes they go slow and edge me, sometimes they go quick and make me cum over and over. They keep shoving themselves into my mouth, ass, and pussy. And it feels, so fucking good. I can't even think of anything else but serving these tentacles, every time I try they shove themselves into me again.

Master eventually comes back to check on me. By the time he does, I've been reduced to an incoherent, horny mess. The tentacles let me go, placing me on my knees in front of him. I can't even greet him properly. "I'm disappointed in you, Hero. You said you wouldn't lose to this." He says. I don't head a word he's saying. I'm too focused on his bulge growing in his pants. "Did you even try to fight back? Or did your brain turn to mush as soon as you saw one of these disgusting things?"

"Cock... Master's cock.... please...." I manage to sputter out, my mouth dripping with drool.

"You can't even ask for it properly?"

"Ah, I'm sorry...." I bow to him. "Please... allow me to pleasure your cock, Master... I'm your pathetic fucktoy ready to be used whenever you want... my pussy won't stop aching for you, Sir...please use me..."

"You know, I was going to take you to my bedroom..." Master says, smirking and undoing his belt. "...but if you're going to beg like a slut..." the tentacles wrap themselves around me, locking my arms behind my back. They spread my legs, and my pussy for him. "...I might as well take you here."

Master lines his cock up with my hole, and slams himself into me without hesitation. I scream, but a tentacle cock shoves itself into my mouth again. I sink into bliss as I get used like the fucktoy I am

[megangovier]

Scream For Me, Little Mouse

Tattooed!Michael Myers x fem! Reader

Summary: Michael has you chained to the bed, you're nothing but his personal flesh light for him to use, whenever he wants you.

Warnings: 18+ only // choking // oral!f // mdom // hand kink // oral fixation // degradation // p in v (stay safe & wrap up!) // impregnation // pussy slaps // dacryaphilia // mdni

Michael's heavy footsteps could be heard coming down the stone steps of the basement. "Good morning little mouse" Michael said, locking the door behind him. You didn't glare his way, but ignored him and looked at the ceiling, wanting the ground to swallow you up or to disappear far away from here. Growls echoed into the thick air, crawling ontop of you slightly squeezing your face "look at me while I'm talking to you runt! That's so fucking rude, when you don't look at me while I'm talking".

"didn't your parents teach you manners or to respect your elders?" a smug look washed over your face, causing Michael to slap you "don't you dare make that face at me, the only one I want to see is the ecstasy one."

Admiring you "what a beauty, I have under me" his thumb running over your lips. You always liked the way his hands looked but never said anything "I could kiss them all day & night" a smirk ran across his face, wriggling under him, you could feel something grow in his trousers. A squirm left your lips "hush little mouse, I'm the one in control here" a laugh erupts in his chest.

Pulling hard on the chains around your wrists, you kicked and screamed. A hand sliding over your mouth "Do i have to ruin that poor little throat of yours" eyes widened "and don't think I won't". Once again thumb running over your lips, sticking your tongue out slightly, Michael's brows furrowed.

"like that is it? My little mouse has an oral fixation kink, god you're pathetic aren't you, I've chained you up in the basement for my personal use, whenever I want to use you and you're getting off on it? Pathetic" a snarl left his throat "fine, stick that tongue out and suck on my fingers".

Doing as you're told, Michael looks at you in disgusts and rolls his eyes "you're weird as fuck, I can literally feel how wet you're getting, it's fucking dripping down your thighs, already making a mess and I haven't raw dogged you yet". Heat crawling up your cheeks and pussy aching like you're a bitch in heat.

"Alright little mouse, that's enough of that! taking his fingers out, glistening with your saliva "what a messy little girl you're" a whine left your lips. Pouting "what is it baby, you want my fingers again" nodding in neediness "I'm sorry, but you don't make the decisions around here, you stay quiet and lie still, while I use you however I please".

Getting off you, falling onto his knees at the bottom of the bed, pushing your legs open "fuck, you have made a mess haven't you little mouse! It's all over the sheets, which I just cleaned, you better lick that up once I'm done with you". Putting your legs onto his shoulders, Michael inhaled the scent "you smell good fuck, now how do you taste?".

Shuddering at the sight of him between your thighs looking up at you, something throbs "does my tongue feel good baby, the way your cunt clenched around my fingers, i get that answers my question". As Michael sucks and nibbles on your clit, your back arches and legs close around his head "keep them open slut, unless I've got to tie them back, ain't going to stop til your brain turns to mush".

Gripping your thighs with his hands, marking them with his fingers a moan left your lips. "who's my little masochist huh, want some of this too? Moving his head out the way, his hand came down hard on your throbbing clit.

A noise left your throat "do that again for me princess" slapping a bit harder on your sensitive clit this time, a mewl left your lips "ooo, again! Love the sounds you make" Michael done this about 6 more times till you just let go and gushed over the bed sheets.

"atta fucking girl" slapping your pussy a few more times, making your legs shake. Exhausted you were ready to tap out and let someone else take the wheel "not done yet pretty girl, I haven't had my fun just yet" a grin slipped onto his face.

Trousers already unbuckled, he grabbed your legs and wrapped them around him "you're so pretty, but not fucked out like the way you're supposed to look" teasing his cock at your entrance, eyes widened "I know it's big darling, but you'll take it! Fleshlights normally do".

Michael slammed into you, fingers digging into your thighs leaving marks. "those marks are going to look so pretty in the morning, like art on a canvas". Slipping his hand around your neck, pussy clenched around him. "why am I not surprised, you like this? I know you stare at them, when I ain't looking, nice aren't they".

Flipping you over, your back against his chest "now princess, please hold onto something because I ain't going slow, and don't worry about the headboard I'll just buy another one, along with these panties".

Ripping off your panties and shoving them in your mouth "ready slut, I want this ingrained in your brain 24/7, whenever you see me next, this is the thought of me you'd be thinking of". Grabbing hold of your hips, he slammed his cock back into you "fuck, I knew fleshlights like you could take it all".

Withering under him, he could tell how much you needed this, been so ratty lately "atta girl, you're doing so well, going to go faster now and won't stop until I know all my seed has been planted in that cervix of yours".

"once I know all of it has filled you up, I'm going again and again til I know I've fully impregnated you"

@rositaa01xxr @toxicrecs @sexy-monster-fucker @michaelmyers-isdaddy 🫣🖤

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I'm Sorry!

Sub!RE2R!Leon x FemDom!Reader

A/N: You cannot handle the uber instincts of my uber autism. Observe

*insert this Leon fic*

(not proofread)

He didn't mean it, he's serious! How would he have known Ada would say those words and do all those things to him in front of you?! Her harsh words of “You shouldn't be with her” and “You're better off with me” all while attempting to close her lips on his. Oh well, there's no point in trying to negotiate with you anymore. Not while his legs are lifted up and tied above his head, along with his hands tied behind his head.

NSFW Under The Cut!

“Please, m-my love, she was just t-trying to get under your SKIN!” the last part of that sentence yelped as your hand slaps harshly against his aching cock. His back arching instinctively as you softly rub your hand around the inside of his thighs. “She was, but you let her touch you, why?” Your sentence cold as your dry fingers caress the soft flesh directly outside his exposed asshole.

Leon had no response, wrinkles covering his forehead as he tries to think of one, but it's kinda hard if your fingers are teasing all his sensitive parts. Small pants leave him as his brain already slowly turns into mush, your finger alone do work wonders on him.

A large stinging pain interrupts his thoughts, he looks up to see a sour look on your face. He knew you were impatient, but all this pain and pleasure is too much! He can't think straight! “Alright fine, if you can't talk to me, I'll make sure you can't talk for the rest of the night”

Those words caught him off guard, wait, what do you mean by that? His thoughts running wild as a heavy, dark blushes forms on his face. Are you gonna spank him until he's a moaning mess on your lap? Are you gonna overstimulate him? N-no you would do that right? You know how sensitive and whiny he gets when you overstim him.

Alas his eyes avert to your tall figure as you walk out of the closet, a harness in one hand and... Oh no, no no no no! Seriously!? Leon's breath hitches as he stares at the fat dildo in your hand, it was one of his most hated ones, one that you would only use if he's been really, really bad, and that's only been once!

It was a pretty ombre colour, ranging from light pink at the tip, to purple in the middle and light blue at the base. It was girthy as well, you couldn't even make your index and thumb touch together around it. You set aside the toys, raking your finger nails against his abs, leaving small red lines on his sensitive skin. Leon whines and arches his back slightly up, telling you to keep going. Deciding to be even more mean, you take your hand off his body and stand directly in front of his, hands behind you back.

He whines, biting his lips as his eyes start glistening. You coo and walk back up to him, wiping his tears with your sleeve. “Save those tears angel, you're going to be needing them later” your velvety voice soothes him as you softly kiss his face, whispering sweet nothings to him as your thumbs rub circles on his waist.

You let go of his waist and pull yourself upwards, you lift your fingers and rub them against his soft, plump lips. He understands your message, opening his mouth and letting your fingers slip him, his lips close around them as his tongue begins to work, lapping up your ring and middle finger, covering them with his spit. He slowly lifts his head foward, feeling your fingers in the back of his throat, causing his eyes to roll back and him to softly gag against them.

You pull your fingers out and smile at him, silently praising him with your clean hand rubbing against his cheek. Leon melts into your touch, completely forgetting about your other hand until a warm, wet feeling is put against his hole. He softly whimpers as you slowly insert your middle finger in, giving him praise along the way, for being such a patient boy of course. A soft gasp leaves him as you insert your entire finger into him, slowly inserting the other with ease.

As both fingers enter him, his whimpers become soft moans as you curl your fingers inside him. Leon arches and throws his head back and find his prostate. Curling and pumping your fingers again and again, although this isn't for his pleasure, it's only to prep him for the dildo you're about to ruin him with.

It had only felt like 15 seconds before Leon indicates that he's about to cum. You pull your fingers out and wipe them against the towel you laid beneath him. Leon groans as the rope around his ankles started to sting, with a little bit of convincing, you untie the rope around it, still leaving his hands locked behind his head, he doesn't mind though.

He drops his legs down and wraps them around your form, only to be met with a harsh slap to his inner thigh, causing him to spread himself open. “No touching, not until I say you can” your harsh words fill his ears as he nods automatically.

You grab the lube next to you, squeezing a decent amount into your hand, Leon watches intently as you stroke up and down the dildo as you would his cock, covering the entire silicone with lube, you grab the harness next to Leon's thigh and tie it around your hips, adjusting the dildo as well.

You crawl on to the bed, only your feet hanging off. You bend down and kiss Leon's cheek. “You ready?” your soft voice spoils him, he nods his head and spreads his legs as wide as he can for you, you smile at his helpfulness. Your soft hands grab his plump thighs, balancing yourself as you slowly push into him.

Leon softly sobs as the tip of the dildo inserts into him, Jesus he wasn't even halfway and there are tears already falling from his eyes. The tip stretched him nicely, although there was always more pain than pleasure in the beginning. “Do you wanna take a breather?” you ask, genuine concern in your voice. Leon shakes his head, insisting that he's okay, and that he can take more.

You deadpan and throw a quick eyebrow raise at him, then a smirk appears on your face, he notices it and slightly begins to panic. A snarky comment was thrown his way, “You can handle more? Okay then” oh shit.

His eyes widen as you throw both of his legs over your shoulders. “W-wait what are you d-doiNG! FU-AH!-CK!” His sentence was cut off as you thrust, base deep into him. Tears begin to prickle at the corner of his eyes, you coo and bend over to his face, licking the tears away. Your thrust are slow, relaxing, making him get used to such a big object inside him, yeah maybe 12 inches was a little too much, but you're not going to forgive him that easily.

Pre-cum drips from his tip as you softly kiss him, even though no words were spoken, your lips already told him, he doesn't need to worry, and that you'll take care of everything. Leon steadily relaxes, only tensing up a little as you quicken your pace a bit. Oh but don't worry, he'll get his punishment soon, just be patient.

You quicken your pace even more, letting go of the kiss and grabbing his shins for support. Your nails dig into his skin, causing him to grit his teeth and grip whatever of the pillow case he could from behind him. “hah- shit, so deep, can't take- gonna c-cum~” his voice strains as he looks up desperately at you, his glistening eyes begging for release.

You smile and bend down, tugging the strands if hair out of your face and behind your ears, you lower yourself even more, until your lips are basically right on the skin of his ear. “Cum for me.” Those words. Those three specific words, along with that seductive, velvety tone, it always threw him off the edge. So with that, he arches his back and squeezes his thighs around you, causing you to almost suffocate, but you really didn't mind. Thick white ropes of cum spill all over his stomach and legs, some even on your clothes tits as his mind goes blank for a split second. Leon gasps and untraps you from his thighs, apologizing for almost killing you.

“Don't worry, if I were to die, your thighs would definitely be the way to go” you joke as you bring his legs back up on your shoulders, delicately kissing his calves.

Leon takes a few breaths, only to realize the pleasure of release is being filled with pain again, he looks down to see you still thrusting, just at a slower pace. Just as he notices you, you grab a chunk of his hair and quicken your pace again, this time much, much more faster than before. You untie the ropes holding his hands together and instead replace them with your own hand. “What? Y-you thought we were done? I'm not stopping until you're screaming, begging, crying apologies in my face, understand?”

Leon nods blindly as his brain becomes mush, moans, whimpers and gasps leaving him, accompanied by the creaks of the old wooden bed. “Fuck! Too much, too much! Can't take any-anymore, it's t-too b-big!” Leon cries out. “Doesn't sound like a sorry to me” your cold and harsh voice spits at him.

He sobs and yelps as he cums for a second time. You growl in annoyance. Getting tired of this position, you grab Leon and pull him up, sliding your legs beneath him, and laying down on your back. You grab his thighs and hold him steady, thrusting up into him as he thrusts down on to you.

Tears slip out of Leon's eyes, sliding underneath and down his chin, he holds your shoulders for support as he basically rides you. One of your hands let go of his thighs and wraps tightly around his leaking, red cock, pumping up and down.

"Oh please, my love, let me cum! Pleaseplease!” Leon begs as his brown eyes become swollen with tears. “Not until you apologize” He both whines and growls. “F-fine! F-fuck! Shitshit, m' sorry! m' sorry! I'm s-so sor-r-r-ry!” he gasps, throwing his head back as you smirk in victory. “Go ahead, you've earned it” thank yous spill out of his mouth as he reaches his third orgasm, his slick covering more of his stomach and your own clothes, great, more laundry tomorrow.

You pull out of Leon slowly, resting him on top of you for a bit, just to catch some breath, maybe this'll show Ada that Leon is yours, and only yours.

[blackdollette]

k so hear me out my dear favorite author...

part two to the bimbo reader x euro thing. but rough anal 🤩 (i thought of this while listening to hardcore anal banging by ayesha erotica...)

anyways yall r jus doin it and then euro is like "erm wait a min..." and pulls outta readers cunt and like SHOVES it in her ass 😭 shes crying out in pain for a bit (but she lowkey a masochist so i dont think she cares) and then those little "slow down!!"s turn into "oh my god, yes, euro!!!" 🤭

this idea has me seeing stars... ur requests are like a goldmine of ideas. this is my first time writing anal so please bear with me 😭

"you fucked me so good..." | euronymous

norman fucking rockwell. - lana del rey

female!reader x euronymous

contents: anal, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie

this one's kinda short

euronymous had been pounding into you for hours, your sore little pussy becoming a complete mess as you sobbed into the pillow. there was a white ring at his base from you cumming so many times, and you were about to cum once more until he pulled out, making you whine.

"one sec, angel..." he looked at his cock, dripping with your cum. he grabbed your hips once more, but instead of doing what you expected, you felt a shiver travel through your spine as he shoved his dick in your ass instead.

your eyes immediately welled with tears at the agonizing feeling of your tight hole being filled like this. but instead of giving you time to adjust, he got straight to it, pounding into your tight little asshole as you whimpered in pain.

"aww, does that hurt..? im sorry, angel..." he said, his voice dripping with fake pity. he started moving in and out of you at an inhuman pace, making your vision blur and your brain turn into mush. "so fucking tight..."

you gripped the bedsheets so hard that your knuckles went white. "e-euro... please! t-too fast..." you managed to say between sobs. at hearing your pleas, he went even faster, watching your ass recoil every time he hit it. "but you're making me feel so good... that's what you want, right..?" you couldn't help but nod.

the pain quickly turned into pleasure as he moved his hand to your pussy, rubbing circles onto your clit. he hit a spot in your ass that made you scream out. "r-right there..! feels so good..." he smiled as you saw you starting to enjoy yourself.

his balls started slapping your pussy every time he went back in, sending you over the edge. you felt a knot tying in your stomach, but it was much stronger than ever before. the pleasure became too much to bear. your body felt like it was getting weaker with every thrust.

he pressed his thumb into your clit as a few drops of cum escaped your cunt. "g-gonna cum, euro..!" you waited for his permission, your body beginning to tremble. "yeah... cum for me." he rubbed your pussy, making the knot in your stomach snap.

you started squirting all over his fingers, moaning at the feeling of this new sensation. he fucked you through your intense orgasm before reaching his as well. "gonna fill your ass up, angel..." was all he said before releasing his load in your ass, making your back arch with pleasure.

he emptied himself out into you before pulling out, watching as his cum dripping out of your hole. he waited until you came down from your high before he laid down beside you, staring right into your soul. "so, was that ok? not too intense?" you smiled and shook your head.

"that was pretty hardcore, though." you said. "I thought you'd fuck me to death." he chuckled softly, pulling your body onto his and bringing you into a heated kiss.

author's note: thank you for the request!! as I said before, this was my first time writing anal, so I hope this was realistic considering my lack of experience. I'm gonna try to post 1 or 2 more today. thank you!

[tightjeansjavi]

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First Date Jitters & Cowboy Margaritas

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Pre! Outbreak Joel x horseback riding instructor f!reader

~word count: 4.5k~

Summary: Joel Miller, single father; total soft dad has an astronomically enormous crush on you, his daughters horseback riding instructor.

Warnings: soft! Joel, shy! Joel, horny!awkward!Joel, fluff, flirting, slow burn, feeling flustered, sexual tension, brief horny thoughts, bantering, teasing, no use of (y/n), (+18) minors dni !

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Austin, Texas

Joel Miller called you every morning the following week leading up to your anticipated first date. You both were giddy with nervous excitement. He wanted this date to be perfect in every sense. Sure, he could take the typical route and wine and dine you but where was the fun in that? It was clear that neither of you were the conventional type and that was one of the many reasons why he was attracted to you. Despite your hectic schedule between taking care of the horses, teaching lessons, and bartending in between, Joel wanted to make sure that you had an enjoyable evening with him. By Thursday, he was a flustered mess. He had his doubts that maybe you would call and cancel on him. Maybe it was too soon for you, or on the off chance, he would end up being so nervous that he would end up chickening out on you entirely.

“You’re um–you’re still excited for Friday, right darlin’?” He held his phone against his ear, tapping his fingers across the steering wheel. He had just pulled into the parking lot of the jobsite he and Tommy would be working at for the next few days.

“Joel, I literally have not been able to stop thinking about our upcoming date all damn week. You know I almost ate shit yesterday cause I was too busy thinking about you? You’re gonna have to start paying rent if you wanna live in my mind like that mister.” You held your phone against your chin and shoulder as you were filling up Whiskey’s water bucket, leaning against his stall door while he happily ate his morning grain.

Joel felt the heat rise to his cheeks when you admitted that you had been thinking about him, and the date, just as much as he had been. “Well, I'm really sorry that my devilishly handsome mug almost caused you to eat shit darlin.’ I just..i’m nervous if i’m bein’ honest, and I know that ain’t what you want to be hearin’ from a man right now. Y’know I just have been off my game for so long and I just don’t wanna screw this up.”

You reached over and gave whiskey a light pat on his neck, threading your fingers through his silky soft cream colored mane. “Easy there now cowboy, I said you were handsome, not devilishly handsome.” You giggled. “Joel, its okay that you’re nervous. In fact, if you weren’t a little bit nervous i’d actually be pretty concerned. You’re doing just fine, okay? I appreciate your honesty. Not many men would be admitting to their first date jitters. You’re cute, Joel and I highly doubt there’s any way for you to screw this up.”

Joel softly chuckled as he rested his head back against his worn headrest in his truck. “I know darlin’ I was just teasin’ ya. Thank you for validatin’ my feelings. You’re a real peach, you know that? Also, I 100% will be thinking about you all damn day now just ‘cus you said i’m handsome AND cute. You see what you’re doin’ to me darlin’? Turnin’ my fuckin’ brain to actual mush.”

“Peach is actually my middle name, believe it or not. Good! Your brain should be turning to mush because you’re living in mine rent fucking free man.” You giggled.

“Wait, is it really? Darlin’..are you messin’ with me right now?”

“Oh, I absolutely am. I gotcha there huh?”

“I was believin’ you for a good second there hun. Listen, you know i’d love nothin’ more than to chat with ya all mornin’ but I gotta run unfortunately. Tommy and I got this big project to start on. I hope you have a wonderful day and say hi to the boys for me, okay?”

“No worries. I gotta get some shit done around here before my 9 o'clock lesson gets here. I hope you have a wonderful day as well Joel. I’ll tell the boys you say hello.”

“Talk to ya later darlin.’”

“See ya around, cowboy.”

Joel ended the call as he let out a soft, content sigh. He grabbed his tool box from the passenger seat as he hopped out of his truck. He tucked his phone into his tool belt around his waist before he clapped his younger brother on the shoulder.

“Wow. You’re early for once Joel.” Tommy said with a grin as he tightened the laces on his boots. “So, you all ready for your big date tomorrow? You’re not gonna be an ass and chicken out on this girl, right?”

Joel was tightening his tool belt around his waist so it fit more snuggly. “Oh, I'm excited alright. Nervous as all hell at the same time. I really don’t wanna mess this up. I uh–I actually just got off the phone with her. We talk every mornin’ and it's become apart of both of our routines.”

Tommy let out a playful gag as he straightened his back after tightening his boots. “Oh Christ. You really have just completely gone and turned into a fuckin’ sap. Never actually thought I'd live to see this day.” He chuckled.

“Yeah, yeah. You just wait till you get to meet her. You’ll see exactly what I'm talkin’ about then. Can you still come over tomorrow and watch Sarah?”

“Ohhh. So, you’re already thinkin’ about bringing her around? You’re down so bad big brother. Course I can watch Sarah. Love that kiddo man. Besides, she fills me in on all the important stuff.” He winked.

“Well..uh–I hope that I will eventually be bringin’ her around. You and Sarah are like two peas in a pod I swear.”

“I cannot fuckin’ wait to meet the bird that has taken my poor big brother’s heart! Sarah’s my favorite niece. What can I say?”

“She’s your only niece Tommy.” Joel corrected him.

“Shuddup. You knew what I meant.”

Thursday had flown by for both you and Joel and Friday evening had rolled around faster than either of you had expected. It was 5pm and Joel was puttering around his house, making sure he had everything ready. Joel was taking you to a local drive-in movie and he had gone as far to set up his truck bed with pillows and blankets. He wanted you to be comfortable. That was 100% his main concern was your comfort above all. He had even gone and picked up a bunch of snacks and placed them all in a cooler with a couple beers and water.

Just as he was placing the cooler in the bed of his truck, Tommy had pulled in the front of the house and hopped out of his own truck. He had the board game tucked under his armpit for him and Sarah to play. “What in god’s green fuckin’ earth have ya gone and done to your truck Joel?”

“Huh? What’re you–Oh. The pillows and shit? Well, I'm takin’ her to the local drive-in. Do you think it's too much?I just wanna make sure she’s comfortable..”

“Oh my god, of course you’re takin’ her to the drive-in! You sly sly dog.” He chuckled. “Joel, I'm sure she’s gonna love it, and especially since you’ve put a ton of effort into this whole thing.”

“Hey! It ain’t like that Tommy. I was gonna take her to that one taco place in town..pick some food up and then we’re gonna go to the drive-in.”

“Brother, I'm just messin’ with ya! Relax. You are gonna kiss her at the end of the night right? She’s probably gonna expect you to.”

Joel rubbed the back of his neck nervously. He most definitely had not thought that far ahead yet. Was Tommy right? Were you going to expect him to kiss you by the end of the date? Was that something that you’d even want? “Oh..well I honestly haven’t thought that far ahead. Shouldn’t I be takin’ it slow?”

“My word of advice to ya is just to just see what signs she’s givin’ ya. I ain’t sayin’ y’all have to kiss or anythin’, but just to keep that in the back of your mind is all i’m sayin.’”

Joel let out a huff as he hopped down from the bed of his truck and closed the latch over the top as he dusted his pants off. “Okay, I'll keep that in mind.”

Tommy brought his arm around his shoulder, giving his brother a side hug. “Good man. Now, what’re you wearin’?”

“Fuck if I know.”

“Sarah and I will help ya find somethin.’”

After turning the horses out for the evening, you locked the barn up before heading to your apartment to quickly get ready. Your first date jitters were coming in full force as you quickly showered. You just wanted to know where your Texas tall glass of water was taking you for the evening. The possibilities with Joel were clearly endless. You had not felt this excited about a guy since the situation with your ex.

By 6pm, you were scrambling to finish getting ready. Your room, and bathroom were a complete disaster as you struggled putting an outfit together. You didn’t want to look sloppy and you also didn’t want to look like you were trying too hard. Ugh. Why was being a girl so difficult sometimes? Was Joel facing the same struggles as you were right now?

At 6:15 you finally decided on going with some simple light washed jeans, a cute top and a flannel, in case it got chilly. You paired it with a nicer pair of sneakers that didn’t have scuff marks all over them. Overall, you felt pretty confident in your outfit choice. You were torn between doing a full makeup look in the beginning but with the time crunch, you only had time to swipe a bit of mascara over your lashes and lip gloss on your lips.

Your phone rang loudly from the kitchen where it was charging. You raced to grab it, flipping it open as you brought it up to your ear.

“Hey darlin.’ I’m about to head on over. Are you ready or do ya need more time? There’s no rush or anythin–”

“Hey Joel. Yeah, I'm ready. See you soon?” You lightly chewed on the tip of your thumbnail. The butterflies were absolutely swarming in your stomach.

“Perfect. See ya soon darlin.’”

The call ended and you spent the next 10 minutes furiously looking over your appearance in the mirror. You checked to make sure you had nothing stuck between your teeth and even gave your armpits the sniff test just to make sure. As soon as you heard a knock on the front door of your apartment, the butterflies erupted again as you grabbed your purse and slung it over your shoulder. With a deep breath you unlatched the lock and opened it.

On the other side of your apartment door was your Texas tall glass of water. He had a bundle of fresh wildflowers grasped between his hands. You could tell he had picked them himself just by the fact that there was some brown twine holding them together. You both stared at each other for a long moment as you seemingly were taken in one another’s appearance.

“Wow.” He breathed out, letting his shoulders relax. “You look beautiful.”

“You clean up pretty well yourself cowboy.” You said with a small grin. Joel must have been in a nervous rush just like you because his T-shirt was very clearly on backwards. “Uh, Joel? I think your shirt is on backwards.”

Joel’s cheeks immediately felt hot as the realization dawned upon him. “Aw shit. Y’know I would have thought that my brother would have told me this before I left the house.” He grumbled quietly. “Oh! These are for you..I uh– picked them earlier while I was on the job-site. They kinda just..reminded me of you..I hope you like them.” He handed you the homemade bouquet of wildflowers and much to your surprise, he wasted no time to pull his t-shirt over his head. As soon as you caught a glimpse of his broad, tan chest, you inhaled a shaky breath. The exposure of skin was quickly covered with the shirt on the right way now.

“They’re beautiful. Thank you for thinking of me Joel. That was awfully sweet of you. Let me just put them in a vase real quick and then we can be on our way?”

“I would have gone to the store and gotten you roses or somethin’ but that didn’t seem like your style.” He leaned against the doorjamb as you headed into your cute little cozy kitchen. He watched as you grabbed a vase from a cabinet and filled it up with a bit of water before placing the bouquet inside. You joined him outside the door, locking it behind you before his hand was at your lower back, leading you down the stairs to his truck.

Chivalry was alive and well thanks to Joel Miller. He held the passenger side door open for you, and even gave you a little boost into the seat. Once you were buckled in, and he was situated in the driver's seat, he had placed his hand on the back of your seat as he leaned over the center console and checked over his shoulder as he backed out of the parking spot.

Why was that alone so fucking hot? He smelled amazing too. He was wearing an intoxicating delicious cologne and you would absolutely love to just bury your face into his neck–

“Did ya hear me darlin’?”

“What? No..I’m sorry I didn’t. I zoned out there for a second.”

“S’alright hun. I asked if you were a fan of tacos? There’s this place not far from here that has some good ones. Also, the best takeaway margaritas that Austin Texas has to offer.”

“You had me at tacos and margaritas.” You looked over at him from the passenger seat.

“Awesome. I had a feelin’ you’d be into it but just wanted to make sure, y’know?” He cleared his throat slightly as he had one hand on the steering wheel and the other was resting along the center console. “I meant what I said earlier. You look beautiful.”

“Oh, yeah. I love tacos. Literally my favorite food of all time.” You glanced down at his hand briefly as it rested along the center console. Before your brain could stop you, you boldly grabbed his hand and interlaced your fingers together. His palm beneath yours was warm, slightly clammy from the nerves, and you could tell he used his hands a lot just from the texture of calluses on his skin. These were the hands of a true, rugged man. Woof.

Joel felt his breath hitch in his throat the second his fingers were wrapped around yours. Man, you were ballsy tonight. “Well, you’re in for a real treat tonight darlin.’” He gave your hand a soft squeeze, glancing over at you momentarily. He quite liked the way your hand felt around his.

The casual small talk floated between the two of you in the confines of his truck. The radio was softly playing in the background as you told Joel about your day, and how Dieter tried to escape from his stall yet again. Joel was attentively listening to you as he kept his eyes focused on the road. He laughed as you told the story of Dieter, the mischievous Norwegian Fjord, almost escaped again. He truthfully could listen to you talk for hours. You were so animated with your words and it was so hard for him to not be drawn in. As cheesy as it sounds, he felt like he was a moth to flame when it came to you.

You were holding hands the entire drive to the taco place. It was a drive through luckily and he went ahead and placed an order for steak tacos for himself, and veggie for you. Along with chips and guac and two cowboy margaritas. He only slipped his hand out of your grip to pay, and grabbed the bag of food and the two styrofoam cups that contained the margaritas. Once everything was situated, he was reaching for your hand once more.

“What the hell is Cowboy Margarita?” You asked as you took a small sip from the straw.

Joel looked over at you with mocked disappointment written across his face. “Oh my dear, only the best fuckin’ margarita you can get your pretty lil hands on.”

“Oh wow. This is fucking delicious! Holy shit. Where have these been all my life?”

Where have you been all my life? He thought to himself.

“Told ya. Best margarita Austin Texas has to offer.”

You took another sip as you made yourself comfortable in the passenger seat. “So, where are you actually taking me cowboy?”

“Well, darlin.’ That would go and ruin the surprise and I ain’t about to do that.”

“Damn. You can’t even give me a little hint?”

“Afraid not hun.”

“Bastard.” you muttered under your breath with a light giggle.

Joel let out a chuckle as he drove a few miles down the road. It was a beautiful evening. There was a cool breeze that drifted in through the open windows of Joel’s truck. The breeze kissed your cheeks tenderly. He had pulled off into a field, where there were about 30 other cars parked in front of a projector screen. Joel felt his heart flutter out of his chest when you looked at him with the biggest grin. “No fucking way. You brought me to a drive-in? I’ve always wanted to go to one!”

He parked a few spots down from another truck with the bed of his truck facing the screen before he cut the ignition. “Course I did. I had a feeling that you’d really enjoy somethin’ like this. That ain’t even the best part. C’mon.” He hopped out of the driver's seat and you followed after him.

To your surprise, Joel had decked out the entire bed of his truck with pillows and blankets. You could tell he thoroughly thought this entire thing through and paid attention to all the little details. “You are unbelievable, you know that?”

“I know. I just wanted to make sure you were nice and comfy s’all.” He grabbed the two margaritas, and the bag of food and set it alongside the bed of the truck before he came alongside you, gently grabbing your waist as he hoisted you up.

His warm touch along your skin was enough to have your head spinning as you watched him effortlessly pull himself into the bed of the truck. “Take a picture darlin.’ it’ll last longer.” He shot you a wink as he grabbed the bag of food and handed you your drink before he scooted himself back against the pillows and patted the spot next to him.

You wasted no time scooting yourself over to him as he handed you your wrapped tacos with a few napkins. “What movie is on tonight?”

“The Parent Trap. You’ve seen it before?”

“Only about a hundred times. Easily one of the best Disney movies out there.”

“It’s one of Sarah’s favorites as well. I was hopin’ they were gonna show a horse film or somethin’ but this was the next best option.”

Once the movie started, you and Joel were comfortably eating your food. Your shoulders were brushing against one another along with your knees. You both were aware of the close proximity and yet, the butterflies had stilled in your stomach. The nerves had dissipated finally. Joel was a complete gentleman as he gathered up your trash and placed it in the bag and off to the side.

“Would it be alright if I–”

“Yes.” You didn’t even let him finish asking the question. You knew exactly what it was that he was about to ask.

“Damn, woman. Don’t go and gettin’ too excited now darlin.’ I’m just puttin’ my arm around ya is all.” He chuckled.

“Shh. This is one of my favorite parts.” You whispered.

Joel fought the urge to playfully roll his eyes at your remark before he brought his arm around you, gently pulling you into his chest while he stretched his legs out. What he wasn’t expecting you to do was ever so casually hike your thigh up over his waist as you made yourself comfortable. “Is this okay?” You whispered.

“Yeah. I’m good darlin.’ You comfy?”

“Absolutely cowboy.”

No funny business took place during the entirety of the film. Joel could hardly focus on the screen because of the searing heat he felt from your warm thigh stretched out over him. You were entirely clouding his senses. You were an absolute doll on helping him clean up and throw out the trash from your food.

The drive back to your apartment was filled with “Long Long Time” by Linda Ronstadt. The windows were down all the way and you and Joel were belting the lyrics together. He couldn’t sing to save his life but did he care? Absolutely not. He was just more than happy to be involved. This was by far the most fun he had ever had on a date. No, he wasn’t just saying that to sweeten you up. He meant it. He felt like he was a teenager all over again. (not that 34 is old in the slightest). You were just the breath of fresh air that he couldn’t get enough of.

He walked you up to your apartment door of course. The poor man couldn’t pick up on your signals as you leaned back against your closed door facing him. You wanted this man to kiss you so fucking bad and he had no clue. “I had a really great time tonight Joel. I don’t know why you were so nervous in the first place, cause you seriously knocked this one out of the park and I mean that sincerely.”

Do I kiss her? Tommy said I should keep that in mind but what if–

“I’m beyond happy to hear that darlin.’ This was the most fun I've ever had on a date. I’m serious about that too. I really had a great time with you. Is it safe to say that a second date is in our future?”

“Second, Third, Fourth. Indefinitely. You know how to treat a lady right, that’s for damn sure.” You were looking up at him expectantly. You were waiting for the moment that he would lean down and finally kiss you. Oh please, just fucking grab my waist and kiss me. Please. Please. Please. I have been wanting to kiss you all goddamn night Joel.

Joel was a complete deer in headlights. It was as if his mind had completely frozen over and he forgot how to function. “I’ll uh–see you soon darlin’?” He leaned down and finally—kissed you on the cheek.

Motherfucker.

Joel was already turning on his heel and down the metal steps when you had called out to him.

“Hey, cowboy? Will you fucking kiss me already?”

Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.

Joel had never moved so fast in his life. He nearly gave himself whiplash with how fast he had turned on his heel. His footsteps were moving faster than his brain process as he returned to you. Before you could get another word in, he grasped your face in his warm palms and finally kissed you. You could tell he was hesitant, and a little rusty, but you happily were there to guide him along as you let your arms drape around his neck. You finally got to feel just how soft this man’s hair was as you threaded your fingers through the back of his head. The tendrils of curls were silky soft. You felt your back press firmly against your apartment door as his lips moved against yours. His hands had dropped from your face and found purchase around your waist. “Is this–is this okay?” He mumbled into your lips.

“Yes, Joel. You’re fine. I promise.” You gripped his hair a little tighter as he breathed hot air into your mouth. You could taste a hint of tequila on his tongue as you breathed in his cologne. As soon as his tongue swiped across your lower lip, your lips parted open for him as he explored your mouth. His kisses grew desperate as the familiar feelings flooded back to him. Joel’s kisses tasted warm, sweet, and they were absolutely addicting. He melted on your tongue like fucking putty.

You let your free hand drop down to the door, you were already moving to push it open when he had stopped you. Your wrist was pinned up against the side of the door. Encaged in his warm grip. “No. Not tonight darlin.’” He rasped. “I want to. You’ve got no fuckin’ clue how badly I want to but you’re worth more than that. I wanna properly date you. I don’t want it to just be a one time thing. You deserve so much fuckin’ better than that.” His lips had detached from yours as his forehead gently rested against yours. His breathing was staggered and his heart was racing out of his chest, clamoring against his ribcage.

Your lips were swollen with his kisses as your lashes slowly fluttered open. The only visible light was from the shitty one above your apartment door. Your breath hitched in your throat when his freehand, that wasn’t engaging your wrist, came up to your face. His thumb brushed across your plush lower lip, tugging it down slightly. “Joel..”

“I know, sweet girl. I know. I promise that it will happen. I’ll take care of you. Every fuckin’ inch of you, okay? I’ll fuckin’ worship you darlin.’”

“Joel.” You whispered through the thick tension between the two of you. “Please kiss me.”

The gap was closed once more. This kiss was less desperate than the last. This was a sweeter kiss. A kiss enveloped in promise that was etched upon your lips. A promise that you meant more to him than just a quick fuck. A promise that he didn’t want this to be a one time thing. Joel wanted to date you. He wanted to properly date you so fucking bad.

A few more tender kisses were shared before he reluctantly pulled away. He hugged you to his chest firmly, lifting you off your feet momentarily as you brought your arms around his broad shoulders. “I’ll call you when I get home, okay? Get some sleep sugar.”

“You too Joel.” You felt his arms slowly loosen around you as he set you back down onto the ground. His lips brushed against your forehead in a soft kiss before you could no longer feel his warmth and when your eyes opened, he was already heading down the stairs.

You let out a deep sigh as you pushed open the door of your apartment and locked it behind you. You broke out into little lovesick giggles as you sank down against the closed door. You replayed the entire date out in your mind. Your Texas tall glass of water was something else entirely.

As soon as Joel arrived at home, he called you. You were waiting for him of course. Despite the fact that your eyes were struggling to stay open, you both wished each other sweet dreams once more.

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Hey!! Could you do Bloody Queen doing bondage to AFAB!GN!Reader if that's okay? I'm seeing so much male idv characters x reader and I need some wlw love...

A/n: annon I love you 😣 The girls of idv don’t get nearly as much love as they deserve. I’m so tired of ppl ignoring how pretty Mary is..

Pairing: Mary x AFAB!Reader

Summary: simple bondage with Mary

Warnings: being tied up/bondage duh, fingering, cunnilingus, French(“you look beautiful like this, dear”) this one is nasty guys

Mary always had considered herself a reserved and well respected woman, yet here she was face buried in between your legs; the sounds of her tongue lapping up against your soaked cunt filled the room.

The ropes confining your hands to her extravagant bed frame scraped against your wrist harshly. But bloody hell, you could not care less. Pitiful whimpers accompanied by whines escaped your mouth sinfully. Your back arched as well as it could with your restraints.

Your thighs trembled, hands itching to grab the back of her hair to somehow guide her head. It was probably for the best however, since she may have complained about it afterwards. But never in the moment; in the moment, the only thing Mary thinks about is watching your face unravel from in between your legs.

“Mmm, poor thing. Do you enjoy struggling like this, dear?” she sang, venom filled lust rang out in your head. You knew Mary had a power trip when it came to this but damn. She slowly lapped up the juices that seeped out of your puffy hole, wiping her mouth sophisticatedly; she’s a lady, after all.

She pulled away from your hot core, a string of saliva intermingled with your silk connecting the two. A whine danced off your tongue again, missing the feeling of her ravishing you like a woman starved. You didn’t want to take it for granted however, you did still appreciate her eating you out despite her hesitancy towards a big mess.

Feeling a cold hand come up to cup your breast sent a chill down your back. But any wiggles were stuffed by the feeling of her free hand gripping your ankles, snaking the red rope around them, tying the knot tightly. It may have seemed counterintuitive, but hey, your brain was already mush from the pleasure, so what did you know.

“Turn around for me, sweetheart.” she smiled sinisterly, feigning innocence. Panting like a dog, you agreed, flipping to sit up on your knees, using the high elevation from which your hands are tied to keep your body up whilst you bent over, giving her a perfect view of your drenched cunt. Your back arched from the position, having your arms tied above your head and your ankles stuck together you were helpless to resist her.

She took her middle and ring finger into her mouth, soaking them. Afterwards, a hand came up to cup your cheek, forcing you to look at her as she slipped her wetted fingers into you, finally giving you the pleasure that was stripped away from you. You cried out at the entry of her long boney fingers, taking her mouth into your own, tasting a bit of yourself from earlier.

You moaned and mewled into the kiss, eyes rolling back whenever she hit the spot she was oh so familiar with. And you could do nothing but take it, only being able to wiggle, as moving any of your limbs wasn’t an option. Despite how cruel your lover could be in bed, she did make it feel delicious in the process.

“tu es belle comme ça, chérie” she spoke lowly in your ear, watching you struggle and cry as you quickly approached your high.

Now, just how will you repay your queen?

Woah confession time guys but this is my first time writing actual smut 😣 sorry if it’s dookie I’m still learning trust! Also shout out to u if u caught my bloody hell pun. Yes ikik I’m so funny

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Slight NSFW, its all just METNIONS nothing to much. IF you are uncomfortable with that then scroll away but this is your warning

Will also be using the other names for the newsies for this one, sometimes their newsie name will be their nickname

Steven=Snitch

Zacharias=Dutchy

Dominic=Bumlets

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David turned the corner and glared at the popular boy. He sighed angrily and walked to him; pushing him against his locker. “What the hell were you doing Jack. I was trying to answer the teacher.”

Jack rolled his eyes. “Oh is Mr.perfect mad that I interrupted him.” 

“I could care less about that.” He gripped tighter on him. David could hear a few kids gather around them. “Why do you always mess with me? Can’t you go after someone else.”

Jack looked behind him, seeing the kids leave. Then he moved his eyes to his feet,"You're just- your life's so perfect, why are you so- so-" Jack just grumbles and looks away, again trying to get out of his grip.

"Well it's not so different from your life Mr. Popular. " David rolls his eyes.

Jack's eyes widened, "I'm not- you're- god you're so annoying. Always run ya mouth."

David then glares at him, "Excuse me for wanting to talk I guess." 

"Oh sure. Just talk” Jack scoffs, “Not like ya wanna subtly brag about how perfect you are with your brain and ya family and ya face-"

David debates it but decides to lean forward and kiss Jack. He cupped both his cheeks and softly yet forcefully let his lips collide with Jacks. 

For a moment he thinks now he's messed up completely, since Jack is just standing there, unmoving, but before he can pull back Jack sighs into the kiss and kisses back just as desperately, clinging onto David with all he has.

David pulled away and took in a deep breath, he looked to Jack who had swollen lips and wide questing eyes.

 "David..." 

"Shut up Jack, use your brain for once." David then leaned forward to kiss him again.

And Jack seemed to do so, as he stopped trying to question things and just kissed him back, one arm around David's waist and leaning down. David could finally clamp his hand in his stupid soft brown hair, could run his hands over his arm and back.

Then the bell went off for their next class. David pulled away, "Fuck!" He grabbed his bag but quickly turned around and kissed Jack, "Meet me after class at my locker okay." 

Jack blinked and paused for a few seconds, "O-ok." He stuttered out.

It wasn't like Jack was a bad student on purpose. Most of the time he really tried to pay attention, but today? After Dave fucking Jacobs smooched his brains to mush? Jack wasn't even sure what class he had, only remembering how the preppy boy had kissed him and pressed him against the wall. Not to mention that he'd actually cursed after.

David made sure his lie was convincing to his teacher and tried to stop blushing. Although when he sat down his friends gave him questioning looks that he just shook off. If he didn't concentrate during the lesson then who's to know. He'll just steal his friend's notes. But his head couldn't shake the image of him pinning Jack up against the locker. He just hoped this class period would end soon.

Jack only got out of his wonderful dreamland the second the bell rang. Then he almost ran to the damned blue eyed nerd's locker to lean coolly against it, as if he hadn't spent the last hour daydreaming about another makeout session. 

"Jack, are you busy after school?" David asked while he pulled a book from his locker. 

"No, why?" Jack asked quickly, he may have daydreamed about this but- 

"Wanna come to my place...we could ya know-" 

“Yes!" Jack then panicked at his outburst, "Yes sorry I can, I-"

 David kissed his lips, "Cool...meet me here after your last class cowboy." David smiled and began to walk to his next class hoping the school day would get over sooner.

Jack could somehow concentrate even less after that. David Jacobs, smartest guy in school, pain in the ass extraordinaire had actually asked him on a... date? Meet? Well whatever it was he had asked and it hopefully included more kissing as they had done before.

David couldn't help but let his mind wonder as he tried to work on his sheet of homework. He didn't know Jack Kelly could have nice lips. Soft ones at that, maybe a bit chapped but who didn't have chap lips. "David?" David snapped back into reality, "Oh sorry Dominic, what did you need." 

Bumlets shrugged, "Just wanted to know what you got for an answer on number twelve…but what's going on inside your head." 

"Nothing, just thinking about homework." 

Bumlets' eyebrow raised and he looked in disbelief at David over the edge of his glasses. "No, that looks different. Just tell me." He then turned in his desk looking at him. 

Shuffling his feet, David felt his face flush as he thought once more about the only thing that was on his mind today. "I...had another argument with cowboy"

Bumlets scoffed, "He sure likes to pick fights with you. What was it over this time?" 

David sighed,  what was it over? Between the kisses he didn't remember, "Just cowboy being himself." He shrugged. Bumlets raised an eyebrow again; he didn't know if he should press the issue or not.

As David almost seemed to slip into his thoughts again, Bumlets rushed out his question, not wanting to think about it further: "There's more, isn't there? Did it get into a fight or-" His eyes widened at the unlikely option. "Was it...something else?"

David his cheeks heat up, "N-no it was nothing." 

"Your stuttering David." Bumlets said unamused. 

"I-well it just escalated a bit..."

Bumlets leaned forward on his arms, "David, if you and Jack-" 

"Nothing happened, okay?", David snapped and then immediately felt bad as he saw his friend flinch back a bit. He took a few calming breaths. Bumlets wouldn't care... probably

"Look...I-" he looked around to see other kids working on their homework and the teacher seemed to be typing away at the computer. He sighed and wrote on top of the page for Bumlets to read 'we kissed'

He saw Bumlets' eyes widen. He blinked a few times and then wrote: 'who started?' David hesitated before pointing at himself. 

Bumlets just grinned and wrote 'how was it?' Under it.”

David blushed again, 'very nice' he paused then wrote again 'he's a really good kisser' 

'And you're going to do it again?' 

'I invited him over tonight' His cheeks began to flush. 

Bumlets snickered and shook his head. "Can't believe you'd kiss the Cowboy. And how did he react?"

 David smiled at the memory and the blush deepend. "Puddy in my hands."

"David! Dominic! Stop disrupting the class and get to work." The teacher yelled at them. 

"Yes sir." David put his face into the palm of his hand. 

"Text me about it later K?"

David just gave him a nod and went back to his work trying not to think of the stupid boy who made his stomach do a flip. 

Later at lunch Bumlets watched as David sat down. "Now you can tell me all about how it felt to kiss Mr. Popular himself."

Snitch and Dutchy shared a look then both said, "You did what now?!"

"Dominic, that wasn't public knowledge!" David glared 

"Well you're the one who decided to kiss him." Bumlets shot back, leaning backwards into his seat.

"Because he was infuriating!” David huffed, “He just-it was-I had to!" 

Snitch pushed his food on his tray, "Ya know, kinda saw it coming, you two did fight a lot."

David gasped, "Steven! No-what-”

Dutchy nodded. "Rivals to lovers. Not the first time the tension brings people together. Is he your Mr. Darcy then?"

David rolled his eyes. "No, Zach. I don't know yet. We'll be talking later."

"Oh you're taking him to your house then?" Bumlets smirked. 

 "Well-yeah, I guess so but just so we can talk!" David pinched the bridge of his nose. 

Dutchy stabbed his food with his fork,"You guys can also talk during sex." He said it so nonchalantly.

"Zacharias, I didn't invite him over so we could have- No!" 

Dutchy shrugged. "Your loss." 

"What, you got experience in the field?", asked Snitch not really knowing that he could have been in one. 

The blond just smiled mysteriously. "Maybe a project at my place escalated once or twice.”

Snitch placed his face on his hands and peered over at Dutchy,"Oh? Wanna tell us more?” 

Dutchy rolled his eyes, "This isn't show and tell Snitch." 

"I say it's fair since I had to tell mine." David leaned forward with a glare. Now thankful to not be the subject of the conversation. 

"I don't kiss and tell." Dutchy shoved some of his mashed potatoes.

 "Doesn't sound like it was only kissing." Remarked Bumlets while tapping his fork on his tray. 

 "No." Dutchy grinned and looked over to where the goths sat, one of the boys there quickly turning away from him again. 

"You fucked Victor," Hissed David, still almost forgetting about his own affair. “Maybe possibly a few times."

Dutchys eyes snapped to his, "Why don't you say it a little louder, he might hear you." 

"Zach if you're being true about this...How did you do that? Because...."Snitch trialed off 

"What just because we have different sets of friends we can't talk to each other." Dutchy said angrily. 

"No! No..." Snitch held up his hands in surrender. "I was just... you don't hang out in school, that's all." 

"We meet after school, even after that project was done. It's not just sex either. And if you have something against that-" 

"Hey, Zach, calm down." Bumlets held down one of the blond's hands that was slightly shaking. "We're just surprised. As long as you're happy with him there's no problem here."

"You sure? It seems like you were ready to kick me out a minute ago." Dutchy glared at his tray..

"Zach, we would never do that. And you know how we feel about these clicks, they're not doing us any good either." David paused and now realized he kissed one of the popular people, "Be who you wanna be with okay it shouldn't matter."

"No it doesn't.", murmured Dutchy before looking to the other clique again, Specs this time not looking at him. "Sorry, I didn't mean to kill the mood. It was only supposed to be a little comment."

"It's fine Zach, we don't have to talk about it anymore." Bumlets patted his hand.

"He's right let's just change the topic, did you see the substitute for geometry?" Snitch began.

Dutchy put his thoughts into it as well, soon forgetting what had happened. 

David looked at his own food, slightly untouched. Taking a bite he looked at the clock on the wall then to the popular table, Jack caught his eye and quickly looked away but David smiled because he could see a hint of blush on the boy.

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will post the other rest tomorrow, for the timeline decs is next

this is part 1!

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Scenario:

You're pathetic aren't you? How else could you not be? You have a huge belly in the way that makes hard to even reach yourself to the parts of you that are begging to be touched. Constantly throbbing and aching, you don't know how long it's been since you've gotten off. The person who put you in this position won't even touch you now, much rather enjoying seeing you struggle to get any contact in any way you can. Blankets? Pillows? Hardly firm enough. Bed post? Too tall for a pregnant person, and too much effort to be standing up that long without proper support for someone your size. The showerhead was your next best option but even that wasn't enough since you wanted something deep inside you to push back up the pressure deep inside. Still no matter how much you pleaded to the point of tears, the parent of your baby would laugh and shake their head.

They'd cup your face and say, "You look so good all needy and desparate."

How cruel of them. However it made you all the more horny when they watched you. Which was often lying on your back now, moaning feebly having given up on any sort of relief.

Until the pressure suddenly amplified one day and you were on your hands and knees, body straining to push with each contraction. But now you were more desperate than ever, wanting any stimulation besides what was slip- no taking its damned time to come out of you! You cried and called for them, aching in a way that wasn't just from your labor. They strode in on you, your face pressed into the bed, sobbing and body trembling. They must have felt enough pity for you to open their jeans and pull your long shirt from up over your ass.

Your body quivered in anticipation as their bulge nearly brushed your swollen lips.

"You're doing such a bad job sweetheart. It's really jammed in there." You felt their palm touch your ass, caressing it as it was burning feverishly red.

"I'll help. You deserve it this once. Your orgasm should help unwedge it." You nearly lost all strength from that. Finally. Finally. You wept gratefully and pushed your hips back against them. Your sensitive spots brushing the zipper of their pants and you gasped, rocking your hips more but they held your waist, keeping you in place. "Let's not get carried away yet." They warned.

"S-sorry."

They positioned themself, pushing inside. Your body eagerly took them in as if it had been starving for months. They grunted, gritting their teeth. They took a moment to adjust to you.

Then. Oh.

Oh God.

They rammed their hips into you, making you yelp and moan all at once, shocked and overwhelmed from it all. Involuntarily you started to sob again and buried your face into your elbow as they rammed into you again and again, dominating your body - it felt like it was some sort of reminder on how to behave or punishment. Nonetheless, your body took every stroke and it wasn't long before you climaxed and your brain became mush.

They tsk'd at you, seeing your state before unleashing more of their load into you.

They fell over your back and lazily kissed your shoulder and neck.

"It's coming." They said with a tired laugh.

This is the fucking DREAM, being a constantly horny pathetic mess that can't come. My cunt always wet and my body always ready for anything. I'd definitely be grinding against any surface I thought would work just desperately trying to cum.

Then when I'm laboring, being allowed to cum would make me feel like I was in heaven, 9 months of what is basically edging and I'm cumming hard enough to squirt. I'd be nothing but a dumb clock sleeve for them after too, excited for a repeat.