#wlw sadist

[porntsar]

i really want to be a cute girl’s plaything. i’d be so good at being a dumb little toy that she keeps by her side in case she needs me. after all, my tits are there to be her stress balls, my mouth exists to be her vibrator. my place is to be naked, on my knees and at her feet. and all i think about is what i can do to be a good girl for her 💖💘

[lesbianhighgrace]

Parents be like “my daughter turned out great”

Ma’am your daughter’s eyes glow when she’s inflicting pain on someone during sex.

MEN AND MINORS DNI

[nomnombun]

Appreciation post for sadistic women with deceiving pretty little smiles

[writing-by-lunalight]

A/N: So for months I've been reading lots and lots of Yuri manga, probably more than I've ever read before in my life too…So I decided to try my hand at writing my own. Though it’s more of a novel, since I don’t draw, and I’ve attempted to be as faithful to the media as I can. LoveHarmful is my own take on the Yuri genre while playing to a specific kink, you’ll have to read on to find out which one though hehe. At the time of posting this I’m working on chapter 8 and my goal is get this to 20 chapters without dropping it or losing interest…so STAY TUNED!!

Chapter: (1)/2/Coming Soon!

!!Trigger Warnings!!

Consensual: Smoking, Burning(w/ cigarette)

Non-Consensual: None

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[I understand this is a lot to ask of you but, I’m hoping you can work your magic here. ]

[Work my…magic? ]

[Don’t be so modest, not only are you class president, but you’ve managed to turn around all the troublemakers in your class. If anyone can get through to Shigure-San I’m certain it’s you, I want to be able to resolve this amicably, I’m worried about her. At any rate, you shouldn’t believe the rumors, she’s far more bark than bite.]

I agreed to this despite my reservations, but what was I thinking? Work my magic? All I did was talk to my classmates and help them vent their troubles from home, support their studying, then they improved on their own. But this?

Seiko Shigure is beyond being a troubled student…they say she’s insane! Always wearing this dark makeup, skipping class, showing up late, and that's not even half of it! I even heard she wears costume horns everywhere, does she think she’s a fantasy creature? UGH! Hard to believe she’s a 3rd year…I wish I could REALLY teach her a lesson. But talking it out and a slap on the wrist is what everyone wants me to do - what they expect, so I have to.

Still, just once, I’d love to really let loose on somebody.

From a young age, I always tore my toys apart, I wanted to see what was inside them and whats more I enjoyed it so so much. Yet my parents would get upset with me, and eventually convinced me to stop breaking things, it’s not normal they’d tell me. Though it pained me to stop, I didn’t want to hurt or upset anyone, not that much anyways. When I gained access to a computer of my own, I learned there was a name for people like me, a sadist. It made me feel relieved I wasn’t the only one who felt that way, but what hope could I have for an outlet? I have to be nice, I have to be good, I have to keep. It. In.

I said to myself, though at the same time I became aware of my nails digging into the back of my notebook I clutched in my arms. I sighed and released my grip, the small access stairwell looking back at me, I took my first step upwards. In the silence of the third floor hallway, each step echoed down the empty halls until I reached the roof door. With a sigh, I opened the door, only to be hit with an unfamiliar smell as the wind drifted past me into the building. Quickly I discovered the source, smoke coming from the tip of Shigure-Senpai’s cigarette, she failed to notice my entrance onto the roof. 

I approached quietly, not wanting to startle her for fear of reprisal. Shigure-Senpai sat with her back against the fence, one leg outstretched and her other tucked in with her knee up, supporting her arm and hand which held the cigarette burning away. On her wrists spiked bracelets hung loosely, made of shiny leather or perhaps plastic. As I neared I spoke up, clearing my throat first to call attention to myself.

[You’re Shigure-Senpai, correct?]

I tilted my head when she did not answer, only to notice the faint sound of snoring coming from her slumped down head. Really? As though it wasn’t bad enough to wear things besides the uniform, skip class, AND smoke on school grounds??

My face twisted into a pout, and I looked at her fake horns in anger, such a whimsical accessory for such a joke of a girl. Still, as I crouched down to see her face, I could see she was rather pretty. Her eyes had dark rings below them which I guess people mistook for makeup alone, but it’s clear up close she’s only tried to make it look that way. Her brow furled in frustration, perhaps due to a bad dream or some such, a frown falling across her pursed lips.

I held my cheeks in my hands and allowed myself to ponder how Shigure-Senpai’s face would look under real life duress instead of a nightmare. How would her screams sound? Would she lower herself to begging if it got to be too much? Or would she tough it out, and put on a brave face till she REALLY broke? I felt my face blush and my smile crawl across it as I thought about it in excruciating detail.

Just then, the ash fell off Shigure-Senpai’s cigarette and onto her thigh just below the hem of her skirt, causing her to jolt awake with a shrill cry and. . .a moan?? Her heavy breathing afterwards confirmed my suspicions, Shigure-Senpai collected herself and rubbed her eyes before looking up to see me in shock. Her brilliant sapphire eyes, shimmering against the sunlight and contrasting the blushed skin of her face looked up at me with embarrassment, yet her gaze quickly shifted to one of confusion. 

[Odd way to react to a burn.] 

I chided her, my desire to poke fun at her overwhelming my sense of reason.

[Odd way to stare at someone who’s sleeping.]

I looked away suddenly in a panic realizing I was still blushing, I-i hadn’t still been smiling at her though had I?

[Hey wait, you’re Meisa Enya-Sama aren’t you? What are you doing up here?]

[Sama? I’m only a 2nd year you know and student like you, San is more appropriate.]]

[Well still-]

Shigure-Senpai lit a new cigarette and got to her feet, taking a quick drag of it before exhaling away from me, which I found surprising given her reputation. She turned back to me and smiled, though I was still viewing her from a side glance as I calmed down.

[You’re a real go-getter from what I hear, the most impressive girl in school they say, and you certainly have better grades than I do. So Sama seems just fine given your status, don’t you think?]

Just as I’d managed to relax, I felt my cheeks blushing again,  even though it’s all true why was she praising me so much anyways?

[So, Enya-Sama, whats a girl like you doing up here, skipping class?]

[I…just wanted to talk.]

[To talk?]

[Mhm.]

[So, which of my senseis put you up to this?]

I didn’t reply, I instead flicked my gaze in the opposite direction, trying to think of where to steer the conversation. Maybe become more familiar first? Just try to play off what she asked and change the subject?

[You’re uncomfortable, I get it, even if someone asked you to speak with me it could still do a number on your reputation to see us together. But hey, let me ask you something else instead?]

[...alright?]

[It must be insufferable right? Dealing with that kind of pressure from everyone, having to be so perfect all the time, it must really suck huh?]

What is this? I’m supposed to be the one helping her, not the other way around, and how can she be so relaxed - friendly even? She takes another drag of her cigarette, then exhaled with a frown before taking a step closer, I turned to face her.

[You don’t have to tell me, I’ve dealt with it before, but much happier now though.]

[It…can be a bit much sometimes.]

Shigure-Senpai smiled again, yet all it did was annoy me. She’s a failure, a ridiculous joke of a student, how dare she pity me.

[I bet you don’t even get a chance to let loose, do you? Are your parents at least good to you?]

[They are, they’re not the ones who force me to try so hard, if that’s what you’re implying.]

[Oh? I’m glad then.]

[And you?]

[What about me? Tell ya anything you want to know, Enya-Sama.]

[Don’t you hate the way everyone looks down on you? And what do your parents think?]

She closed her eyes and chuckled to herself, it felt like she wasn’t taking me seriously at all, I felt my foot begin to tap involuntarily.

[I ran away from home a few years ago, couldn’t take their oppressive attitude anymore, so I live alone. As for being looked down on, well, it’s not always a bad thing to be looked down on huh? Especially not when being looked down upon by one’s gorgeous classmate.]

[You’re looking down on me?]

[Only in the literal sense - I was actually referring to you though, I liked feeling you look down on me Enya-Sama.]

[What is that supposed to mean?]

[Forgive me for saying so, but I think you know exactly what I mean.]

I blushed and she took another drag of her cigarette, reddening a bit herself. She couldn’t…possibly be referring to the look I gave her after she got burned, could she? Even if I was blushing and smiling, that doesn’t mean anything, she couldn’t have guessed I was a sadist from just that. Furthermore what was with that compliment, was…she saying she was into me? Into girls??

I turned around and shook my head, slapping my cheeks a few times for good measure, I had to get a hold of myself. I came here as a request from Sensei, I can’t let myself get distracted, besides even if she likes me it’s irrelevant. I’d never be caught dead with someone like her, it’d ruin everything I’ve spent my whole life to achieve.

[SO, why the class skipping, being late, and sleeping during school?]

Shigure-Senpai froze and looked at me in bewilderment, and it was no wonder why, I just blurted out everything I was going to talk to her about. She’d shaken me up so much, and I hated her for it, my foot began tapping again.

[Well alright, I did say anything I guess…let’s see. It’s all a little bit related, I mentioned that I live alone, well I pay for it by working part time at a cafe kind of late into the night. Then I sometimes end up oversleeping, thus the being late, annnnd taking naps during the day thus the skipping class and sleeping. But I mean it’s fine, I test well and never miss the more important classes, so I won’t fail or anything. I’m not planning on attending university, so the bare minimum is fine.]

[I see. And the horns?]

[Oh! I think they’re cute, don’t you?]

She beamed a bright smile at me, then took another drag, her cigarette starting to reach it’s end. They were cute, ridiculous as they made her seem, and everything else seemed to add up too. Could it really be just a string of coincidences that made her out to be a delinquent? One the things I hear most often is she’s intimidating and scary, I guess she’s tall but, I don’t feel any animosity from her.

[I like you, Enya-Sama, I can see why everyone does too.]

[You’re…you’re not as bad as everyone says either.]

[Oh? Well you can just call me Seiko-San then, if you want to.]

[Isn’t that too familiar? Especially when you keep calling me Sama?]

[I don’t mind, like I said I like you, and huh you don’t like being called Sama, Enya-Sama?]

[Ugh you’re a pain, fine - Seiko-San. It’s not that I mind it, but it feels like you have an alternative reason for calling me that.]

[Well…you prefer to be on top, don’t you Enya-Sama?]

[W-what did you say?]

[To be in control? To cause pain? Isn’t that what you like?]

I’d had it, she doesn’t know me, she doesn’t know anything - how dare she try to throw that in my face. Even if it’s true, even if she’s right, what gives her the right to say that so casually? 

I reached up and took her cigarette from her mouth, she looked at me in confusion, she had no idea what I was about to do. No, what she made me do. Turning the cigarette around in my fingers, I pressed it into her exposed arm, causing her to recoil and moan before falling to one knee. I barely saw her face twisted with pain as she slumped her head back down, and I laughed, unable to contain myself anymore. Then I slapped my hands over my mouth as the reality of what I’d just done set in, I hurt someone, like I told myself I never would, no matter how much I’d wanted to. I couldn’t even find the words to speak, and so I ran, leaving Seiko-San alone on the roof with a severe burn I had caused.

[Damn, Enya-Sama, I really like you.♥]

[dirge-drone]

i want Her to forcefully take what is Rightfully Hers.

[muertesita]

Goddess when my madness runs wild I lose all sense of kindness in the way I fuck. A madness fills my touch as I grip and bruise her. Grab her ankles and drag her to the edge of the bed. Choking her as I kiss her. It's a madness that makes me watch her eyes bulge as I stradle her chest my ringed hands around her throat.

A madness that watches her eyes water as she starts to thrash around. Her legs kicking behind me, her hands slapping my hands, my arms my chest and only when I see her eyes close and her hits slow. Do I let go. Watching her gasp and fill her lungs with air.

I lose myself as I get off and flip her on her stomach. Pale ass in the air, I spank her. Over and over. Her whimpers fill the air as slowly her ass becomes red, a beautiful blush to her cheeks. A redness so nice that I can't help but lean down and hold her down as I bite her hard.

I watch as she squirms. Her fists holding onto the sheets. Her back is so smooth and pale that the only thing that I can do is to leave her only to come back with wax candles. Red to match the way I want her skin to turn. Red to match the way I'll leave her when I'm done with her.

Grabbing her waist, I pull her back and smirk when she gasps, feeling my butch bulge. I even laugh when she rubs her ass against it moaning like my good slut she is. And that's what drives me even more wild. Knowing that every single thing I do only turns her on even more.

Like grabbing her hair and pulling her head back, her hole body until she falls down the bed to the floor. Pulling her to kneel by her hair, I rub her lips over my pants, against my bulge. Her lipstick smearing, her mouth open and wide. Her eyes staring up at me. Leaning down, I spit in her mouth before slapping her, watching her fall back and cupping her cheeks. Eyes wide and staring, a smirk playing at the edge of her lips.

My psycho pet.

*gotta stop before I loose my shit at work*

[diodykus]

i want to grab someone by their legs and pull them onto my strap… continue until i’m settled no matter the amount of times they cum—no matter if they are overstimulated. i want to continue until they are in tears, till they look up at me with a little bit of fear in their eyes as they realize they’re in for a long night

[writing-by-lunalight]

A/N: I'll concede that I really rushed to get to the best parts here, but I think it's what would happen given the scenario. Sadists and Masochists don't grow on trees after all! I keep ending up doubling up chapters to post cause I have a habit of ending on fitting cliff hangers or scene transitions... So this may not end up as long as I hoped, yet I still have plans to continue work on this as I can. Thank you for your patience with my inconsistent uploading as well, as you may have seen on my main blog, things have been tough.

Chapter: 1/2/(3)/Coming Soon!

!!Trigger Warnings!!

Consensual: Nail Scratching, Blood, Bloodplay/tasting, Kissing

Non-Consensual: None

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[O-oh! Hey, I almost forgot, you left this here yesterday.]

Picking it up from the other side of her, she held out my notebook to me, still covered in my scratch marks from the day prior.

[Oh I forgot as well, thank you!]

[I was envious, you know.]

[Huh? Of what?]

[Your notebook…has such nice scratches, part of me wished it was my skin haha.]

[Haven’t I hurt you enough already?]

[Haha you have no idea about the limits of my depravity, Mei-San, er I mean...]

She stopped speaking and looked away again, a wonder she could even blush as hard as she was, her hand a bit sweaty to my touch. Yet despite her arousal or embarrassment, whatever it may be, I too longed to see her pale skin marred. I checked my watch, noting that lunch period was almost over, but we still had some time.

[The same could be said of mine, Seiko-San…]

I could feel the warmth snaking up my face as well as I struggled to find the words, tightening my grip on her hand.

[…w-would you let me scratch you?]

[Mei-San I- you don’t have to do that, I still feel a little bad for pushing you so far yesterday.]

Releasing her hand, I pushed down her knee, straddling and sitting onto her lap.

[I asked, may I scratch you, Sei-Chan?]

[Sei…Chan?]

She seemed to be bubbling over with excitement, Sei-Chan was a fitting nickname with the adorable way she couldn’t hide her emotions - a nickname for just us that is.

[Come on, you’re a delinquent, but can’t you use your words for me?]

I couldn’t tell where my confidence and actions were coming from, surely out of things I’d seen online, things I never thought I'd be able to say aloud.

[P-please, scratch my skin, Mei-San…]

She loosened her tie, undid the top few buttons of her shirt, and though I didn’t understand I watched with finely focused interest. I’d never thought of this as being related to intimacy for me, yet as I sat here gazing at this girl feverishly prepare for me to hurt her - I felt the closest to my true self I ever have.

[H-here is good, so no one has to see it…]

[Smart…you’re such a good girl, Sei-Chan.]

She had pulled aside part of her shirt, exposing her shoulder and top hem of her sporty bra. Her whole body seemed to tremble with anticipation, her eyes forced shut, either of fear or embarrassment. I placed one hand on the side of her face, and readied my long nails against the pale skin of her shoulder, leaning in close enough for the sides of our faces to touch as I spoke directly into her ear.

[You’re positive - that you want this Seiko-San? I can always stop.]

[Thank you, but I do want this, please Mei-San…ahAH-mmph.]

Her confirmation was all I needed, and I dragged my nails forcefully down her skin. Carving into her, a bit of blood bubbled to the surface in my wake, she moaned softly then nearly screamed before I managed to get my hand over her mouth. I grinned madly as she whimpered helplessly into my hand, her own hands gripping my skirt and side for comfort. It was a mere instant, yet it felt like eternity - to both of us, lost in a symphony of pain and pleasure flowing as one.

I slowly removed my hand from her mouth, her whimpering moans much softer now.

[Are you alright? Was that okay?]

Her breathing was heavy as she slowly started to come down from the adrenaline, then she nodded hurriedly before letting her head fall back to rest against the fence.

Looking at the small amount of blood pooling at the four slashes into her skin, I felt something begin to come over me. It was a heat that crawled up from my core, and I looked back at her sweaty exasperated face, unable to keep from admiring how beautiful she looked. Gripping the small of her waist and side of her face again for comfort, she once more relaxed into my touch as I leaned down. 

Blood. It had always been a complicated thing to see, on one hand it caused panic because someone had to hurt to produce it. Yet here, where it emerged from such pleasure, I was enraptured by it and my body seemed to act on its own. Seiko-San gasped as she felt my tongue lap the blood from her cuts, the taste was warm and metallic, reminding me that her blood was just the same as anyone else's regardless of her genes. I pulled away and must’ve looked terrifying, smiling serenely at Seiko-San with her blood trickling from the side of my mouth, yet she just - smiled back warmly. 

Did she really feel so safe with me despite what I did to her? Just how accepting can you get exactly? I’m hurting her, yet she looks at me like I’m the only thing on her mind when she does, I can’t take it. I hope she can forgive me again, cause I need to do this. 

Taking her face in both my hands, I kissed her, causing her to gasp once more then moan softly against my lips. 

She pulled me in closer and I gripped her face tighter still. Seiko-San’s lips were dry and cracked, likely from anxious lip licking, but I quickly remedied it with licking of my own. I had spread her blood between our mouths, and she opened hers to invite my tongue, as it tentatively sought out her own. They swirled together before I pulled away, kissing her lips again and again, our tongues often meeting in between. 

Between kisses we’d smile into them occasionally, even giggling at times, and it felt like heaven on earth. To think that I’d found someone who not only understands me, but someone I’d share my first kiss with as well, what else would come from being by Seiko-San’s side?

Suddenly, we heard the door to the roof slam shut and froze, someone…had seen us.

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[Don’t panic.]

Seiko-San had read the terror on my face, and I turned back to her from looking at the shut door, clearly still distraught as she frowned. Suddenly, she pulled me close into a hug, curling her fingers through my hair.

[I know how important your secret is to you, I’ll find out who saw and talk to them, I promise.]

[...But-]

[But nothing, I will protect you from getting found out, Mei-San.]

It felt so hopeless, like people could be telling my whole class as we speak, I could be getting reported and they could be preparing to expel me from school for assaulting a student. Consensual or not, there's no way they’d believe Seiko-San wanted that, no matter what she said. Yet nonetheless, I felt a simple calm flow over me while in her arms, I believed she would do it.

[Alright…I trust you, we’ll figure this out. What are you going to do?]

[Good, it’s important to stay calm, I think I have an idea of who it was anyways. I caught a glimpse, but I don’t want to say anything till I know for sure…]

[What should I do? I want to help.]

She released her grip on me and my body reluctantly left the embrace, though her hands moved to my shoulders, dusting me off.

[Lunch period is about over, so you should get back to class, I’m going to go talk to Kimura-Sensei.]

[How come?]

[I’m usually all alone up here everyday, I don’t think students even know they can come up here, so I think whoever it was found out where we were from her.]

[Oh that makes sense, you’re amazing Seiko-San!]

[Well, you can give me all the praise you like when I actually find out who it is. For your sake, it’s probably better if we don’t talk again today, unless you want to add each other on Line.]

[Oh! Yeah we should do that!]

[I’m glad to hear I haven’t scared you off yet Mei-San.]

She smiled warmly and I got up off her to pull out my phone from my pocket, exchanging our info in seconds. Seiko-San then got to her feat, buttoning her shirt once more, the cuts already faint on the skin as she closed it. 

[What did you mean by scare me off, I said I liked you too didn’t I? You’re the one who should be scared of me!]

[Oh, I’m terrified of you, I just like being made scared.]

[Huh??]

[In the best of ways, it’s complicated. I still like you so much Mei-San, don’t worry.]

She winked with a smile and then escorted me to the door while fixing her hair.

That’s what she said but…

[dirge-drone]

Please bless me with Your violence 💜

[marvelnatr]

Training

Warnings: Daddy!Nat, Sub!reader, humiliation, brat!tamer Nat, impact play, mocking, strap on, cock warming, breeding kink, cum filled strap, pussy spanking, spanking, bratting, oral fixation, office setting.

Summary: you continue to fail to complete your mission reports correctly. Fury has tried multiple times to get the teammates to teach you how to complete them and you cannot follow simple orders, he’s told that during your teachings you have a cocky attitude. So he places you in an office with Nat till you can get your act together.

Feel free to join my marvel discord geared to this kind of writing! Its in my pinned master list. If the link doesn’t work let me know darlings. I don’t bite <3

Your POV:

Walking into the office Natasha looked up at me, her eyebrow cocking as she stayed leaned over her desk “excuse you?” I watched her slightly confused “what? I’m supposed to be here at nine am and its nine ten” Natasha nodded “yes you’re late. But also have some manners and knock on my office door before you come in” I nodded a bit with an eye roll and started to cross the threshold, Natashas voice stopped me in my tracks “so turn around and try again”. Looking up at her I nodded and turned around, closing the door and knocking again. Natasha gently opened the door “come in”. Nodding I walked in the door and looked at Natasha, she pointed to the chair near her desk “sit” rolling my eyes again I sat down. I’m not a fucking dog. I felt Nats eyes on me, the door clicked shut and the sound of her heels getting closer to my chair till I felt her brush by me as she sat down “so you’ve been having some problems with your mission reports?” I shook my head “they’re fine. Fury is just being picky” Natasha looked up at me “his name to you is Director, I know for a fucking fact you and him are not on first name basis. Do I make myself clear?” Swallowing a little I nodded as Nat watched me “no, you’re going to give me a verbal confirmation” watching her I sat forward and spoke, allowing my attitude to lace my voice “okay”, Natasha’s eyes found mine, the second we made eye contact I had realized I may have sounded a little too bold. Natasha calmly spoke “okay what?” I watched her, backing down a little “o-okay yes ma’am”. I received a simple nod from her and sat there in silence while she finished up her work.

After fifteen minutes I looked at her “okay what the fuck am I doing here? Cause if I’m just gonna sit here I’m leaving” Natasha looked at me “you will be patient Y/N” pouting I sat back and watched her work. This went on for around another thirty minutes before she looked at me “okay, what was the last mission you did” I looked at her and sat up “fucking finally” shooting a glare at me she growled a little “watch your fucking mouth, I am here to help you, so drop the fucking attitude” ignoring her statement I pulled out my computer and pulled up the mission report. I felt her lean over my shoulder as she looked at my report and scoffed “no wonder fury wont take this, its messy” I looked at her “excuse you?” Natasha cocked her eyebrow at me “I didn’t stutter did I?” Shutting up a little I rolled my eyes and thought of a quick snarky comeback “so what’s wrong with it then if you’re so fucking smart” I guess that was it. That’s what snapped her. Within seconds I was turned and facing her, her green eyes piercing into mine

Natasha’s POV:

Wrapping my hand around her throat Y/N left out a little gasp, her eyes widening as her legs squeezed together. I laughed a little and mocked “oh, I see, you just needed to be choked out a little didn’t you?” Y/N’s knuckles turned white as she squirmed “n-no” I laughed at her, tutting “oh detka, poor little thing. How I’d love to fuck you but you need an attitude adjustment” I let go of her neck with a little push and looked at her “rewrite it. Again. Stop beating around the bush and write it” Y/N pouted “b-but I don’t know how” I grabbed her jaw and made her look at me “you’re a smart little girl, you’ll figure it out” a pout formed on her lips as she looked at her computer and started typing. Nodding I sat back down at my desk. Y/N’s legs were squeezed shut as she typed. She would look up at me on occasion, her eyes begged me to fuck her as her pupils were blown with lust. Smirking at her I shook my head “focus on your work darling”

Y/N continued with her work. I decided it was time to fuck around with her a little, my fingers made their way to my button up shirt, slowly undoing the first three buttons to reveal my cleavage. Y/N’s eyes had been trained on my chest for a solid two minutes now. I laughed a little “what’s got you distracted darling?” Y/N swallowed hard and shook her head “nothing”. I slowly got up and leaned over the desk, my chest close to her face “try again detka” Y/N looked up at me, her eyes filled with anticipation as I leaned over her. The younger woman shakily inhaled and swallowed thick, as he spoke weakly “n-nothing miss” nodding I turned her computer to me “lets see how much progress you’ve made shall we love”. Looking over her work I tutted, she really hasn’t changed a thing. She’s made advances but hasn’t done much. I looked at her “this really isn’t any better dorogoy, are you really that dumb that you can’t put together a simple report? I know you’re so much smarter then this” a whine fell from her lips “I don’t get it, this is such bullshit!” Cocking my eyebrow at her I warned her “watch your mouth” Y/N looked at me with that same bratty look “fucking make me” laughing I leaned in closer “I will”. Her eyes widened as I sat down in my chair and patted my lap “come bring your computer and sit” Y/N rolled her eyes “no, I’m not a fucking child” I chuckled “you sure are acting like one” she quickly shot me a look and stupidly defended herself “I am not!” I scoffed at her “you are, just like a spoiled fucking brat if you ask me” huffing Y/N sat back in her chair, folding her arms and turning away from me just as a pouting child would. I laughed and mumbled “my point proven”

After about fifteen minutes she grumbled “I would like to leave now” I nodded while typing “you can after you finish your report” Y/N groaned “but I don’t fucking know what to do to fix it!” Looking over at her I spoke calmly, probably pissing her off even more “I offered to help you darling, and you wouldn’t take it. But the offer is still there. When you can drop your ego and come and sit in my lap like a good girl I can help you” she shook her head and spat “in your fucking dreams” I laughed and nodded “your choice then darling”

After a few more minutes she realized I wasn’t giving in. I heard her movements to grab her computer and find her way over to me. Looking over at her I saw her eyes watching my lap. Leaning back I gave her room to sit down, Y/N shuffled over to me pouting as I took her computer from her and allowed her to sit in my lap. Tucking some hair behind her ear I whispered “this isn’t so bad is it?” Shifting to get comfy she grumbled, her eyebrows furrowed in frustration “this sucks” I laughed a little and held her waist “don’t hurt my feelings now darling. Stop pretending you don’t like it”. A red tint fell over her cheeks as she cuddled into me and I smiled “that’s a good girl. Now, look at your screen”. I adjusted Y/N so she could see her screen and her eyes widened at me, I knew it was only time before she felt my strap in my pants, I laughed a little and mocked in her ear “so distracted darling, are you okay?”. A blush tinted her cheeks red as she nodded “y-yes da- ma’am”, I smirked “oh no baby say what you were gonna say”. Y/N squirmed in my lap as she mumbled, I held her hips and stilled her movements “speak up detka”. She pushed her head into my chest “y-yes d-daddy”. I groaned a little and held her hips down “such a good girl, there we go, finally learning your place”, the girl shot a glare at me and I smacked her thigh “nuh uh little girl, knock it off”, her eyes rolled as she spat “fucking make me”.

My hand quickly wrapped around her throat as I stood her up, quickly laying her flat over my desk then landing a harsh smack to her ass “that’s it, enough of the attitude”, Y/N gasped and moaned a little. Chuckling I tutted “such a fucking slut, is this what you want? You want me to spank you?” I spanked her again and stuck my fingers in her mouth “you just want to get punished thats all, want me to make you my little bitch”. I continued to land harsh spanks to her ass, the crimson red color was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. You could see the slight outlines of my rings from the impact on her sore ass. Y/N was whimpering and crying a little, drooling all over my desk. I laughed “awww my poor little girl, you can give but you cant take? But you look so pretty for me. You ass all red while you make a mess all over my desk. Those pretty little tears don’t mean shit to me princess”

I watched as she squirmed, an unmistakable wet patch forming on her panties. Kicking her legs apart I gently pushed my palm on her cunt “mmmm so wet for me babygirl” Y/N moaned and whined, her legs closing around my hands. I smacked her cunt and looked up at her “you do not close your legs when I touch you, do you understand little girl?” She nodded and moaned “y-yes daddy” pushing my hand against her cunt I spoke again “I said do you understand?”, moaning a bit louder she fixed her sentence “y-yes daddy I understand” smirking I whispered in her ear “panties off and lay on the couch”. Y/N scrambled to the couch taking off her panties. I locked the office door and headed over to her. I rubbed her thighs gently “open your legs detka”, her legs quickly fell open and I groaned “you’re fucking soaked babygirl“ a red tint formed on her cheeks as I trailed my finger along her cunt “so you can follow orders, shocking”. Y/N snapped her legs shut “oh fuck off”. I cocked my eyebrow at her lowering my voice to a growl “what did you just say to me Y/N?”, her eyes went wide as her face turned white. Fear and anticipation flooded her eyes as I tutted “what am I going to do with you huh little girl?” I watched as she swallowed thick, standing up I leaned over her and grabbed her neck “lets see…I could edge you…or I could spank your poor little cunt….and I could just completely leave you without touching you” Y/N quickly protested to my last suggestion, a pleading whine falling from her lips “no daddy please! Please don’t leave me like this!”. I laughed at her “and what makes you think you’re in any position to tell me what to do with you darling? Where on earth did you get that thought?”

Dead silence fell over the room. Y/N’s pupils blown with lust and fear as she squirmed. I chuckled at her squeezing her neck tighter and pulling her closer to my face “come on slut speak up”, the younger woman gasped and rambled out “I-I dont! y-you’re in charge daddy”. Smiling I nodded “that’s right detka, daddy is is charge. Here’s what’s gonna happen” I trailed my hand down to her cunt as I spoke, allowing my accent to lace my voice a little more “you’re going to lay here and hold yourself open while daddy spanks this pretty little cunt five times for your misconduct. Do I make myself clear?” Y/N moaned and nodded “y-yes daddy you made yourself clear”

Y/N spread herself open, I smirked at her “so wet”, leaning down I hovered my face just above her cunt, my breath falling over her cunt making her twitch as I smiled “oh this is gonna be so much fucking fun” pushing my palm onto her heated core I kissed her gently then landed a semi harsh smack. Y/N yelped and moaned as I gently rubbed “you know what to do darling”. The girl swallowed thick, her chest rising and falling as she attempted to catch her breath “o-one thank you daddy”. Smiling I nodded and spanked her pussy again. I received the same reaction as the last. Y/N jolting slightly at the impact on her already swollen cunt from being so needy. I looked in her eyes as she counted again “two t-thank you daddy”. Nodding I finished the next three. Rubbing her pussy gently I groaned “so red and puffy now darling, you look so pretty like this” a blush fell over her cheeks and I chuckled “so shy, why did I punish you baby?” Y/N whispered gently “b-because I closed my legs while you were touching me” I nodded and rubbed “and is that polite?”, blushing further she shook her head “no daddy”. I smiled and kissed her knee “good girl. Now, you need to finish your report”. Immediately she whined “I don’t wanna!” I folded my arms “tell you what, you do the report and you get to cockwarm daddy as you work” Y/N bit her lip eagerly nodding “deal!”

Laughing I walked over to the desk and sat down. Y/N watched me as she rubbed her legs together, I patted my lap “come on darling, you’re so soaked you’ll be just fine”. She turned beet red as she straddled me and sunk gently down on my strap. Her cunt swallowing every inch of the thick toy as her mouth fell open in a silent moan. It was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen and I couldn’t wait to breed her. To claim her and make her mine. I rested my hands on her hips and whispered praises “come on babygirl, just a little more. You can take it. I know you can” her eyes watched mine as she whimpered “you’re so big daddy, it wont fit” I laughed a little and rubbed her waist “oh darling. It’ll fit, daddy will help you”. She nodded as I lightly fucked up into her. My entire length buried into her cervix as she moaned “f-fucking hell” rubbing her hips gently I praised “thats it, such a good girl, you’ve done so well for me baby” she smiled and I patted her cheek “now get to work”

Y/N worked on her report as I looked over a file. Every so often I would check on her to see her progress. I could feel her arousal coating my thighs. The heat radiating off her core. Sometimes she would shift and moan from the sensation of the strap moving inside her. After thirty minutes she had finally finished. I put my file down and leaned forward, moving in her again. Y/N moaned as I rubbed her thigh to calm her and read over her report. I smiled and gripped her thigh a little “thats more like it baby, you do know what to do you just wanted to cookie cut it” Y/N pouted and bratted a little “did not!”. Quickly I smacked her thigh “no ma’am, no more of that” the girl whimpered “s-sorry daddy”. My hips involuntary bucked up, causing me to fuck into her. It was a pure reaction to the honorific falling from her lips. I received a moan from her in return, groaning I whispered in her ear “I could listen to those pretty little sounds all day” Y/N whimpered “please fuck me daddy, I-I can’t wait anymore”

Quickly picking her up I brought her over to the couch, my strap staying buried in her the entire time. I rested her down on the couch, her back hitting the leather cushions. I moan fell from her lips as my cock moved inside of her “oh baby be a good girl and let daddy fuck you hm? I know you’ve been craving this from the second you looked at me”. Y/N whimpered and nodded as I started fucking into her “that’s it, good girl detka”. Quickly grabbing a hold of the leather she moaned “f-fucking hell daddy you’re so big” I laughed a little and kept fucking her “I know darling”. Y/N’s head threw back as her eyes closed, I slapped her tit “ah ah, no little girl, you look daddy in the eyes while she’s fucking you. I want to memorize exactly what you look like when you’re falling apart under me”

Y/N’s eyes shot open again as she watched me, I nodded and slipped my fingers into her mouth, lightly making her gag which in turn made her clench around my strap. She quickly got the understanding to suck and begun swirling her tongue around my fingers. My digits muffling her moans as her teary eyes watched me. I smiled and mocked her “look at you, drooling all over yourself as I fuck your tight little pussy. You look fucking pathetic darling. I’m glad you’re found a better use for that pretty mouth of yours rather than bratting”. At this point she was too busy to complain, to dumb fucked out to argue. Fucking into her harder I groaned “fuck pup you look so pretty like this”. She moaned loud and bucked her hips, I cocked my eyebrow at her “you like that one huh? You want daddy to breed this sweet little pussy? To claim you?”. A babbled yes fell from her mouth around my fingers. I smirked and fucked into her harder “fuck thats my good girl”

Y/N’s legs started to shake, I took my fingers out of her mouth “you ask for permission to cum detka” her moans grew louder “p-please daddy please can I cum?” I groaned and nodded “fuck babygirl cum for me, gonna fill you up, make my cum drip from that pretty little cunt”. I gripped her legs and spread them wider as she came. Fully bottoming out inside her I came with her. Filling her cunt as she screamed a little “h-holy fucking shit daddy!” I laughed as I kissed her cheek “such a good girl for me, now everyone in the office knows who’s screwing you”, Y/N’s face tinted red as I stroked her cheek “it’s okay darling, you’re mine now”

As her breathing slowed I gently pulled out, some of the cum dripping from her cunt as it spilled on the couch. Chuckling I rubbed her thighs “such a messy girl”. I went into my private bathroom and wet a washcloth, coming back I kissed her inner thigh “may I dove?”. Y/N nodded all floaty, I melted at her relaxed face and fucked out body. While I cleaned her up I spoke “no more of the bratty attitude okay baby?” Y/N nodded and whispered “okay daddy”. I smiled softly at her and gently put her panties back on and grabbed one of my blankets from my storage ottoman, wrapping her up in it as I picked her up and held her in my arms “that’s my good girl, you can rest now darling”

Y/N cuddled into my neck and closed her eyes. While she dozed off I rubbed some cream on her ass, admiring the indentation of my rings on her red flesh for a few seconds. Kissing her head I sat down and continued to do some of my work, doing my best not to wake the sleeping angel in my lap.

[glitterpinkfemme]

I’m gonna go fucking feral if I don’t eat her pussy soon. Not giving head for this long is homophobic and should be treated as a hate crime.

[muertesita]

Maybe maybe maybe

So maybe I have a thing about knives. Maybe I enjoy seeing silver on skin. Feeling her clench around my fingers as the blade runs easily down her throat. Her gasp filling my soul. And maybe I lose myself to it. To see that line of red, to see a droplet slide down her chest. And maybe just maybe I fuck her harder as I trace my lips down and lick oh so gently swirling my tongue over her nipples and curling my fingers in her hole. Rubbing against that one spot and have her shaking beneath me. Have her stare at me, nails digging into my arm. Reaching to pull me closer, my knife pressing deeper.

And maybe I gasp when she pries the knife away, and maybe I laugh when the blade is at my neck. Or maybe just maybe I do all that and gasp, moaning when she cuts deep into my skin. And as she leaves her mark on me, maybe I use her harder and have her whimpering. Loosing control beneath me, her hands shaking digging deeper as I fuck her harder and faster. Stretching her and have her feel inch by inch, fingers curling, the blade digging, her juices drenching my hand, her body arching, coming undone, pulling me, marking me and I fall deep into her touch both lost to the sensations. Both aching, craving, wanting more and coming undone by each other's hands.

[running-with-kn1ves]

Need you to write more WLW 😫😫😫😫

It’s the only thing keeping me sane!!!!!

A/N: I wrote this based on a random ass scene I saw in The Boys and now...here lies this creation. (Female fitness trainer is nearing completion)

CW: blackmail, manipulation, toxic relationship type beat, controlling behavior, threats, cigarettes

Synopsis: you attempt to break up with your girlfriend-- she's too much. But she was going to keep you, one way or another.

You knew the rough crowd around town was... intense. But this chick was on another level. Kali liked to scare you; with how little you knew about her friends, leering on their motorcycles as she watched from behind a cigarette, your mind swam with scenarios of being abandoned on bloody asphalt behind a dumpster.

The music she blares in her shitty, one-eyed car and the smoke trail she left in bathrooms-- she liked being revered as nothing but trouble. You were doing your best to stay away from any kind of danger, focused on fixing the pieces of your tarnished education as your grades had not been kind to you. But Kali got to you first, ripping away any thoughts of work and reparations to your tuition debt.

So, despite the foggy kisses, lipstick stains on your jaw, and unexpected clinginess she showed to the idea of moving you in with her, you're making an attempt to break up with her.

"You... want to ditch me?"

"What? No! I'm just, I'm extremely worried about this next semester." You put a hand on her square-cut, polished fingers. "If I fail even one class again, my scholarships will drop me. I'm already on probation with the university."

You hope she can see how worried you are in your eyes, squeezing her hand to ease the news. She was going rigid, stiff as a tree with the strength of a waiting titan.

"School, huh."

Kali watched you beneath wispy bangs, looking straight through you. As if you weren't there, heart-pounding and palm-sweating in front of her.

You were glad she balled her hands in fists before you grabbed them, having one too many instances of your fingers crushed in her grip.

"B-but... we can still see each other.. maybe, sometimes on the weekends. I just can't afford any distractions, I've already spent a fortune getting to where I am."

"Is this because I want you to move in with me?" She blurted, straight faced and tight lipped.

Dark, midnight eyes bore into you for the truth.

Her ears perked at the sound of your jaggy sigh, knowing this would come up. "... No, but I have to say that it is still pretty early in, well, "us", to be considering... that."

"Really?" She asked earnestly, cold fingers finding their way around your forearm. "Because I still feel pretty confident about the idea, baby."

You hated how she could call you "baby" so easily, how every "sweetheart" was patronizing or forceful, or could be the most saccharine thing you heard when you first woke up.

her boot tips pressed against the side of your shoes, trapping you in like a snake wrapped around a rat. One hand held yours in a death grip, the other raking shivery nails against your knee from under the coffee table.

"I've got a perfect place for your stuff, work's only ten minutes away; why would there be any little reason to stay at your dusty old apartment?"

"I, I don't think you're hearing me--"

"No, no baby, I think you forgot who's choice this was to make." Your skin was a deep color under her fingers, her strength far outmatched as your clammy, fragile hand was brought to her cheek. She tutted under her breath, tsk'ing in condescention. "What would you do without me? How are you going to survive alone, no car to get to your classes, or the grocery store, unprotected around your peers... I can't imagine it, especially since your landlord never got his money to re-lease your apartment next month..."

From under the table her swift fingers brought a bulging envelope to the table, previously stuffed in your landlord's mailbox.

It wasn't even opened, the cash and tenant forms sealed without a mark.

Your jaw went slack, coffee cup cold in your hands.

"How did you--"

"Try it again, and I'll find it. You'll keep losing money, keep draining chances to come to me lovingly."

Kali sweetly tiptoed her black nails up to your shirt collar, sending shivers down your neck with each gentle, uncharacteristically slow touch.

Without warning, the woman snatched your shirt in her fist and jerked you forward, pulling you tightly against the coffee table. The seething anger she bore hardly made a sound, leaving the fellow cafe attendants nearby unbothered.

Your wince left her apathetic, bear-like eyes relishing in how unnerved and frantic you were becoming.

"I so rarely give out second chances. You, my love, are very lucky to be the exception. Don't make me regret it," your girlfriend was only inches apart, painted lips plump and teasing only breaths away. "I don't like to play dirty, but I will if you run from me. Is that clear, baby?"

You swallowed thickly, letting your gaze run away from hers as she bore into you with intense malice.

"Say yes," She whispered, on edge of twisting your wrist. "So I don't have to show everyone in here who you belong to."

Your cheeks lit up, terrified of the baristas and groups of students who'd look your way if she carried out that threat. Kali was unpredictable, something you found so endearing when you first met. She was always moving, doing something you couldn't expect. Now, it was scaring you.

You nod your head, regretting the idea of trying to break up with her in public. She wasn't afraid to make a scene, unlike you.

"Of course, Kals. There won't... be any need for that."

You hoped the sweetly familiar nickname with a hint of an anxious smile would make you sound casual, as if you weren't sweating behind your jacket and avoiding her blinkless stare like the plague.

"That's right." She whispered, letting go of your collar to pull at your jaw, this time only with the intent of dragging you closer. She was always so rough with her grip, capable or causing pain with its force, or merely leaving you breathless.

The punk's hand from beneath the table took mercy on your thigh with its painful rakes, moving instead to your cheek. Cold rings nicked your skin, her knuckles brushing against your face in a gentle, longing caress. You were hunched over the table now, uncomfortably risen as she sat like a queen in her cushioned chair, your face in her hands and your breath stolen by her.

Her pierced tongue came to graze the inside of your mouth, all-consuming and grinning through her teeth.

She tasted of stale cigarettes and mint gum, her current oral fixation besides the longterm smoking vice she's had since middle school.

You reluctantly kissed back, feeling wrongness in your gut. This isn't how it was supposed to go, you weren't supposed to be sharing hot breaths or hearing her satisfactory groans for capturing you once again. You were supposed to be leaving teary eyed and frightened of what she'd do now that you were no longer on her good side. But this, was far worse. You were walking on ice that was already breaking, the freezing water below beginning to flood the only surface of land you had left.

Kali pulled away, not without a few last kisses to the corner of your mouth and cheek, leaving wet lipstick stains. Your lips were probably about as red as hers were now. Dark lashes heightened by her thick mascara clouded your view, your girlfriend looking up at you through them with a gentle hardness.

She wasn't so scary when you were falling to her whims, like putty in her fingers and teeth.

"Kal..." you mumble, upsettingly conflicted between your failure to carry out what you came for, and your fear of what her threats would do. Her history of breaking into your bedroom window and making herself at home wherever she tracked you left you without a doubt of her potential. It made you all the more anxious of what she would be like if you didn't follow through with what she wanted.

"My friend is out of town for the weekend, said I could use his condo by the beach... a getaway, just for us baby." Her cold thumb smoothed over your bruised lips, an inkling of a smile coming to curl her mouth upward. "You'll be there, tonight. Dressed in that cute little number you wore on our first date. Is that right?"

It wasn't a question, it was a challenge. 'Are you going to let go of this once in a lifetime second chance I'm giving you? ' is what she was asking.

You didn't want to say yes. You didn't want to show up, to spend another agonizing second with her knowing that your failing at everything you hold dear. But her hold on your face brings you to fall back into your comfort zone.

"Yeah, Kals. I'll... I'll be there. But--"

She laid a firm hand on your shoulder,  leaning against your ear with wrathful delight.

"Promise you won't bail on me, sweetheart. I don't wanna come looking for you," She let go of your sweet lips to play with a strand of your hair, curling it around her finger. "I really don't enjoy forcing you to obey.."

That was such a lie. She loved it, relished in your mild disobedience at times. But this was a different level of rebellion, one she detested.

You swallowed your protest, frustration bubbling in your stomach in distress and fear.

"I promise, Kal."

[writing-by-lunalight]

A/N: Chapter 2 is here! Not much to talk about here, so uhhh enjoy!!

Chapter: 1/(2)/Coming Soon!

!!Trigger Warnings!!

Consensual: Smoking, Burning(w/ cigarette)

Non-Consensual: None

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What do I do, what do I do? Not only did I assault Seiko-San yesterday, I dropped my notebook, meaning I have to see her again.

Nobody has said anything to me yet today, so I guess maybe Seiko-San didn’t tell anyone? But why wouldn’t she, she’d easily have been able to get me suspended or even expelled for doing such a thing. Either way it’s lunch break now, so I should probably go talk to Kimura-Sensei and apologize for not helping with Seiko-San.

I quickly reached her classroom, and when I opened the door she got to her feet with a smile.

[There you are Enya-San, I was just about to come find you!]

Saying this, she took my hands in hers, clearly excited.

[W-whats up?]

[You talked to Shigure-San, didn’t you? She’s been in all her classes today (although she’s been falling asleep a lot) so thank you so much for your help!]

What? I barely said anything to her, why would she suddenly start coming to class more?

[Uhm do you know where Seiko-San is?] 

[Oh, she said she was going to the roof for a nap during lunch, but that she’d be sure she was back to class after. You two really got close that quick huh? I told you she wasn’t so bad, didn’t I?]

[Yeah, we got pretty close…I’m gonna go see her, excuse me Sensei.]

Why? Isn’t she mad at me for burning her? She didn’t tell anyone what I did and she even started coming back to class? What’s wrong with this girl?? I’ll just have to find out when I get back up there, I guess.

Gripping the roof door handle once more, I let out a deep sigh and replayed through my mind yesterday's events there. Slowly I opened the door, to see Seiko-San sitting there in the same spot from yesterday. This time she noticed me and perked up with a smile like a dog I’d just come home to.

[Hey! I was hoping you’d stop by Enya-Sama!]

I sighed once more, this time with relief, at least she’s alright.

[Don’t call me that anymore okay? If you want to call me something else so bad, then Mei-San is fine…it’s what my friends call me.]

[If you insist-]

[And I do insist]

[Mei-San it is then! Hey I’m guessing you haven’t eaten yet right?]

[…I haven’t.]

She seemed to smile even more at this and held out a small bento to me, I reached out and accepted it.

[What’s this?]

[Oh I didn’t make it for you or anything, it’s just some food from the cafe I work at, thought you might like.]

[Why?]

[Why…what?]

[Why are you being so nice to me! I burned you with your own cigarette yesterday, you were hurt, and I just laughed then ran away! You should be thinking I’m awful, you should’ve told everyone what I did but instead you’re being so friendly and even brought me food! What’s wrong with you?!?]

I stood there trying to catch my breath from yelling, a tear running down the side of my face, and Seiko-San simply stared at me with confusion.

[Do you…want me to be mad?]

[What do you mean?]

Seiko-San laughed and I rolled my eyes, trying to wipe away my tears. I’d given up on trying to understand her thoughts, and sat down beside her, opening the bento to eat.

[I was very obviously asking for it, yknow? I wanted you to do something like that, I was hoping for it.] 

[But…why would you do that?]

[Well, you’re a Sadist, right Mei-San?]

I stopped chewing and froze in place, did she really just ask me that? Like it was no big deal? I’ve always been so ashamed of myself for being this way, yet she’s asking me so casually? Is it a trick, can I really trust her? I mean, she kept yesterday a secret right?

[Y-yeah. Please keep it to yourself though…]

[I knew it! Don’t worry your secret's safe with me, Mei-San. Besides, I couldn’t really expose you for causing pain without exposing myself for enjoying it.]

[Enjoying it?]

[Mhm, haven’t you ever heard of a Masochist?]

[Oh I think I read that somewhere, when I found out what a Sadist was.]

[Well a Masochist is someone who gets aroused from receiving pain, and in contrast, a Sadist is someone who gets aroused from inflicting pain.]

[Oh…I hadn’t realized such a thing existed…]

I finished up the food, and passed back the box with a quick thank you, Seiko-San pulled out and lit a cigarette, giving it a quick drag before exhaling up into the air.

[So you see, I’m a Masochist, meaning I actually really enjoyed you burning me yesterday. Also, even if I didn’t, I’m a really fast healer.]

Saying this she pressed her cigarette into her own arm, stifling an adorable moan as she did so, i looked on in horror even though I felt my face redden. Pulling it away, she took another quick drag and exhaled with a sigh, pointing to the burn with her finger. To my amazement it started to heal within minutes, Seiko-San chuckling with satisfaction at my wonder.

[No way, how do you do that?]

[Dunno, maybe it’s the horns?]

[Oh come on.]

[No I’m serious! Do you want to get a closer look at them? Take them off?]

[I think they look plenty cute right where they are, actually.]

[Humor me, Mei-San.]

I wasn’t sure what she hoped to accomplish by doing this, but she lowered her head in my direction without waiting for a reply. As I looked upon them once more nestled in her hair, I felt compelled by my own curiosity, and tentatively reached out a hand to touch them. They felt surprisingly lifelike, almost like when I’d pet a ram as a child, yet they were much smoother to the touch. Seiko-San seemed to squirm a bit, but I hardly noticed, suddenly getting an oddly eerie feeling. As I dug gently between her tousled hair, I realized there was no headband or anything keeping them in place. Hair clips? Prop glue maybe? I finally felt where the bottom of them reached her scalp, but there were no clips, so it must be glue I thought. Without thinking, I gripped the horn I held firmly, and with newfound determination to satisfy my curiosity.

[Uh…Mei-San?]

I barely heard her whimper as my mind drifted back to when I was a child, trying so hard to determine how things were held together, it didn’t cross my mind this was no toy - but someone who trusted me. With great effort I yanked the horn downward, in an attempt to forcefully remove it, not realizing Seiko-San’s head would follow. My jerking motion caught her off guard, and her face was slammed into the rooftop floor.

[...Ow.]

[Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me! Are you alright Seiko-San?!?]

I’d lost control again and hurt her, how could I do that to someone who trusted me?? I clearly never should’ve let these emotions and desires spill out, I couldn’t even stand to face her. I got to my feet with an muttered apology, a half-hearted attempt to make myself feel better, then tried to make yet another swift exit.

[Mei-San! Wait!]

Seiko-San caught and held my hand, despite her urgency, her grip was enviously gentle. Why couldn’t I have been given hands that coddled instead of destroyed, why did I have to ruin things with the one person who’s ever understood me?

[It’s-it’s alright. You just startled me, thats all, really I’m okay.]

She looked up at me with a giggle and smile, such a kind expression despite the wound on her chin trickling blood. The start of tears had welled up in her eyes, I must’ve really scared her, it’s ironic given her imposing nature. I felt another tear roll down my cheek and wiped it away with my hand, before returning her grip, and sitting back down beside her. She watched curiously as I fetched a handkerchief from my bra, licking the end of it, then cupped her cheek in my hand.

[You’re such a liar Seiko-San, hold still…]

[O-oh…okay.]

Though her wound was already trying to close, I did my best to wipe away the dirt and blood from it, meanwhile she seemed to relax comfortably into my other hand.

[You know, that was pretty dumb though, Mei-San.]

[Eh? Are you trying to make me hurt you again? You’re so cruel…]

[I wouldn’t mind, but no, I’m just saying I thought you would’ve figured it out before it came to that…]

[You’re such a glutton for punishment, even though I feel so awful for hurting you. Figured what out, exactly?]

[They’re real, my horns.]

I froze, and turned my gaze upward, in all that happened I forgot what I’d been doing. The horns didn’t come off, could they actually be real? That’s ridiculous, there's no way that could - 

[Mei-San, now you get to know a secret of mine too.]

Seiko-San suddenly took my hand, giving me a serious expression.

[My father…is a demon.]

[Huh?]

[Uh…please don’t kill me.]

[Hey Mei-San, words can hurt too ya know…Ugh my dad is a demon, but I’m only half…and I don’t want to hurt anyone, you believe me don’t you?.]

[I, uhm…sorry Seiko-San, I do believe you.]

I had responded without giving it much thought, but it’s true, I have nothing to fear when I’m with her. Seiko-San may look like a delinquent and seem intimidating at first glance but she's been so warm and friendly with me, it’s hard to imagine her even hurting a fly. It’s funny how I was just supposed to come talk to her yesterday, yet Seiko-San knows more about me than anyone. I finished cleaning her wound and gave her a small pat on the cheek, she smiled, then seemed to remember her cigarette and took a drag of it.

[You really shouldn’t smoke, yknow?]

[Huh? Why?]

[It can cause a lot of health issues, and besides it smells...]

[Do you want me to stop, Mei-San?]

[I think it would be best, but…]

Seiko-San held up her hand to me, then reached into her jacket’s pocket, using her other hand to take a long drag off her cigarette. Then she put it out on the ground as she found what she was searching for, her pack of cigarettes. She gave me a mischievous smile, then looked up, throwing the pack up and over the fence where it tumbled down to the ground below. What was that supposed to mean?

[You seem confused.]

Seiko-San said with a satisfied giggle, holding her head with one of her hands for support.

[…You really shouldn’t litter Seiko-San…]

[Haha, you really are a perfect student Mei-San.]

[Yep, so are you really going to quit? Just like that?]

[Oh? Don’t worry, there's plenty of other things you could burn me with if you want hehe.]

[It’s not that, won’t it be hard to just quit all at once like that?]

[Nah, it - wasn’t something I enjoyed much anyways, just a habit at this point. Besides, if Mei-San doesn’t like it, I don’t want to do it.]

[Why does that matter? I don’t get it…]

As I asked this with a puzzled expression, she reached out to poke my forehead.

[Really? I thought it was obvious, I said I like you. So if you don’t like smoking, I’m not going to continue to do it around you. And I want to spend more time with you, getting to know you, is that okay Mei-San? Can I selfishly ask…you to hang out with an outcast like me?]

Seiko-San averted her eyes, her familiar blushed color filling her face, did getting to know me really mean that much to her? After all, she said it herself, everyone already seems to know who I am. But no one seems to know the real Seiko-San, and that's what I was drawn to, the mysterious nature of the kind strange girl before me. Half-demon or no, it didn’t matter, she still felt emotions so strongly and isn’t that what it means to be human?

Besides, even if I’ve gone too far lately, Seiko-San seems interested in that other side of me. Even though I’ve hurt her, she wants to see more of it, and after pushing down these feelings so long - I want to as well. I feel comfortable letting down my walls around her, so maybe she’ll let down hers more around me? I want to know…what lies beyond those walls in her heart, and I want to repay her kindness.

[I like you too, Seiko-San…of course I want to hang out with you.]

I finally returned her countless smiles, taking her hand in my own, her face becoming impossibly more crimson than before.

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Sadist Wanda with a knife kink x masochist reader!

She likes the fear in your eyes when she brings it out. Something about a nice gleaming, sharp piece of metal always gets her aroused beyond belief. Seeing the way your eyes widen and your pupils dilate while you back away from her only makes her practically feral with need as she advances.

Wanda likes to press the blade against your soft skin, the thought of breaking it and watching red blood run down your throat and chest makes her arousal pool, her clit throbbing with need.

She likes to suck dark hickeys into your skin while you writhe and hiss slightly in pain beneath her. The best part is when her fingers are deep inside you and she feels you clench around her tightly when she marks you.

One time, she digs her knife into your chest just a little too hard, and you nearly cum on the spot. Her fingers hurt from how tightly your needy pussy squeezes them, and she fucks you hard and fast while licking up the blood that runs down your chest and over your perfect breasts and nipples.

Wanda carves her initials into your inner hip, and permanent reminder of who you belong to. Sometimes you beg her to cut over the white scar again, just so you can see her initials raised and red against your skin.