#all I remember is you tie up a sub to a table

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Hot Off The Press

DESCRIPTION: Their reaction when you end up in the newspaper unexpectedly

WARNINGS:  none, implications of crushes

CHARACTERS: Law, Smoker

WORDS: 1,730

A/N: Just a silly idea that came to mind that I wanted to explore with a couple of the One Piece guys. I had fun doing this and may do more at some stage with other characters in this scenario. Hope you all enjoy what I came up with

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DIRECTORY | PROMPT LIST

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LAW

Unlike some of the other pirates around, Law kept up with the news and goings on in the world regardless of if there was an inkling his or the crews bounties would go up or not. He needed to be aware of everything going on at all times in order to plan the best course of action and leave very little room for surprises should the next island he came to be already in the middle of some drama that could be either avoided or exploited. One morning he walked into the dining room of the Polar Tang to join the rest of the crew for breakfast. Grabbing his morning coffee he took his usual seat and flicked open the paper, beginning to leisurely read through it while enjoying idle conversation with the rest of the crew. 

“Hey Captain can I-” Penguin’s question was cut off immediately when Law was already pulling out the so-called ‘entertainment' section of the paper and passed it across the table. That was the one section he felt was an entire waste of paper and ink and only glanced at just incase something of note had slipped through. Most of the time though? Even the barest glance felt like a handful of seconds he’d never get back due to the pointless garbage written on the pages. “Thank Cap!” Law gave a non-committal grunt in acknowledgement to his subordinate’s thanks and trained his attention instead into a story about political unrest affecting two neighbouring islands. 

Unfortunately his focus was interrupted when Penguin suddenly let out a gasp just as he was taking a bite of his breakfast causing him to choke. Law set his paper down and rose sharply, making his way directly to his friend. It was a relief that in that time Law approached, Penguin had managed to dislodge the food and caught his breath. “Oi, why didn’t you chew? Nearly gave us a heart attack!” Law lectured, using his relief to fuel his panicked lecture. Penguin nervously shifted in his seat and with another clearing of his throat he shakily turned over the entertainment section to show Law and the others what had caused his mishap. Law’s eyes dropped to the print and they widened, sharply snatching it from the table just as you walked in with a long yawn breaking from your lips. “Mornin’ guys…”

When no-one answered you blinked and frowned at the group in confusion. Stepping closer you looked over Law’s shoulder to see what had gotten his and everyone else’s attention. Similar to Law, your eyes bugged and you pulled his arm towards you so you could get a better look, as iff the extra inch of space would make the page change from what you couldn’t believe you were seeing. First was the eye-popping headline “HOT PIRATE OF THE WEEK: HEART PIRATES’ HEARTBREAKER!” Filling the page were images of you standing on the dock of the Polar Tang on one of the occasions the sub had surfaced and you were performing maintenance on the vessel. 

Slowly you remembered that day. It had been so hot that you had to undo the top of your boiler suit and tie the sleeves around your waist to reveal the tank top you'd been wearing underneath. Your skin was lightly sheened with sweat and cheek smeared with a small streak of oil. Nervously you rubbed the back of your neck as you looked over the images, you were just doing your job but somehow the photographer had managed to take countless photos, all of them very flattering. It did unnerve you slightly to think that everyone would see you like this along with cheesy one-liners of ‘they can perform maintenance on me any day,’ ‘tune me up,’ ‘let’s let off some steam,’ and your favourite ‘Captain Law, can we join your crew?’

Nervously you chewed your lip and looked away to finally see your Captain’s reaction, fearing he would lecture you. Instead it surprised you to see the back of his neck and his cheeks were tinged a very noticeable pink as his eyes were glued to your pictures. Unable to help yourself you couldn’t help but smile slightly, pleased and a little giddy that he was looking appreciatively. Still you needed to break the silent tension. “I’m surprised they got my good side.”

“You stupid? Every side is your good side.” Law asked suddenly, his mouth acting while his brain was still distracted. Your eyes widened and lit in shock at Law’s words, your smile growing when realisation hit your usually serious Captain that he’d said it aloud. Flustered and unable to recover, Law swiftly turned and left the room to the safety of his office and you grinned wider to notice he’d kept a firm hold on the paper as he left.

SMOKER

Something strange was happening at G5 and it was pissing Smoker off to no end. Every few minutes calls and missives came through, the influx a lot more than normal. The usual missions and reports were overwhelmed with transfer requests coming from all sections of the world’s seas. Part of him thought it was a well co-ordinated prank being pulled on him from the different divisions by very bored and motivated Marines that he must have angered in some way. This had to have been a prank or revenge it had to. There was no way all these requests to come to G5 was genuine. 

It hadn’t even reached mid-morning yet and what little patience he had was gone when the next transfer request came through. Angrily Smoker slammed his hand down on his desk and rose from his desk, having had more than enough nonsense to last him a lifetime. If he stayed in his office for much longer, he’d be driven to making his own transfer request to get away from it all. Needing a distraction to clear his head, Smoker began to walk aimlessly in search of what seemed like the quietest section of the base. In his mind he thought if it was quiet then that meant there would be no-one around to pester him. 

“Smoker!” Smoker came to an abrupt halt and turned his head sharply to see you approach him, your pace quickened and expression just as frustrated and annoyed as he was. Your own sour mood was probably why you weren’t trying to stay out of his way. Now finding his distraction, Smoker faced you properly. You huffed out a sharp breath, relieved that the commander had finally snapped out of whatever he was thinking about and stopped long enough for you to catch up and stop in front of him. “Didn’t you hear me calling you?”

“Wasn’t paying attention to anything really.” Smoker explained, only now noticing his cigars had burned to nothing. Grabbing two more from his jacket he lit them and placed them into his mouth, taking a fresh inhale of the nicotine helping to make him more grounded. Releasing the breath of smoke, he used his ability to direct it away from your face as he focussed his attention on you. “So what did you need?”

“Just a general inquiry.” You began while trying to control your anger while it was still fresh. In a base full of short fuses you at least tried to stay levelheaded around your commander. You took a slow breath and looked to him, still unable to keep the scowl from your face. “How much trouble would I get in for beating up a newspaper employee?”

“Not like you to get so hotheaded about journalists…” You let out a bitter scoff at the word ‘journalist’ and your hand holding the rolled up paper tightened to the point the paper crinkled loud enough to make Smoker’s gaze drop from your face. “What’s been reported?”

“You haven’t seen it?” You asked, momentarily confused. You thought everyone else had. Or was he acting dumb on purpose so you would have to relive your embarrassment in realtime in front of him. Deep down you knew that wasn't Smoker’s nature, and his mirrored look of confusion confirmed that. With a sigh you lifted your hand, offering the rolled up paper to him. 

Smoker lightly tugged the paper out of your reluctant grip and let it unfurl. Knowing this had to be personal for you he flicked through the pages in search of the cause for your wish to cause harm to a civilian. Finally he found it, or rather it practically jumped out at him when he turned the page. Your image filled the page, the photo capturing you mid-battle. One foot had connected with the blurred shape of a pirate while your body was arched, your weapon in hand and aimed at another enemy. Smoker took in your form, eyebrows raised at how poised and strong you were. What got him the most was the fearsome, intense edge lighting your eyes, your focus entirely on stopping the pirates that had tried to ransack a village. All in all it was an extremely flattering story about your heroism and undeniable strength. Yes, there were some comments about your attractiveness but Smoker couldn’t exactly argue, not when the facts were so clearly staring him in the face-both on paper and in person. 

Finally Smoker’s eyes zeroed in on how the story piece stated you were a part of the G5 base and he let out a huff of frustration and amusement. So this was the reason for his morning-long headache. “You just have to live with it. There’ll be a different story by tomorrow.” Smoker shrugged calmly and handed the paper back to you. “Don’t let something like this bother you. Okay?”

“It’s embarrassing.” You grumbled. “Why did they have to fill a page with my picture? Why even use my picture at all?”

“Why not? It looks good.” Your head snapped up at Smoker’s murmured comment, eyes widened and heat prickling the back of your neck. He looked completely composed and stoic, acting as if he hadn’t said anything at all but you knew what you heard. Instead he lightly tapped your shoulder and started to head back towards his office, idly calling after you as he went. “If you’ll excuse me I have transfer requests to formally reject. Just keep up the good work.”

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DILF Mafia! Elf BF x Nanny! Chubby Reader Part 3

Part 1 -Part 2- Other Stories in This Universe

Synopsis: Ronan teaches you how to shoot.

Tags: 18+, modern fantasy, mafia au, sub reader, dom love interest, fem chubby reader in mind, parenting au, eventual violence and drug references, smut, smut with plot, slow burn

WC: 3k

When you awoke the next morning, you still felt uneasy about your late night activities. 

‘It’s natural. He’s attractive, it’s just…intrusive thoughts. You’ll forget about them in an hour.’ 

You went through the same boring morning routine you always had; you showered, got dressed, ate breakfast, and started your work. Even as the hour passed, you found memories of last night still flashing through your mind as you walked up the stairs, passing Ronan’s bedroom door. ‘Just focus on work,’ you told yourself. 

The twins being homeschooled meant you didn’t need to wake them up until 8:00; a welcome change from the 6:00 AM rush to get children to school you were used to. Despite other ‘circumstances’, this was the most laid back job you had had yet. 

You lightly knocked on Adriel’s bedroom door, expecting him to still be asleep. He opened the door, wide awake, already dressed, and staring right at you. “Hi.” 

“Oh, good morning, Adriel,” you smiled. He had made your to-do list just a little shorter. 

“I did my shoes all by myself! Look,” he pointed down at his feet. Both shoes had been tied perfectly; they were just on the wrong feet. 

“Oh, well you tied them beautifully.”

“Yay!”

“But I’m afraid they’re backwards, buddy.”

“Aww,” he said, disappointed. 

“That’s okay,” you gently patted his head, “last week you couldn’t tie them at all, remember?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” he still sounded defeated. 

“You’re very smart. I’m going to go wake up your sister, but why don’t you try to figure out how to fix them? Think you can do it?”

He looked back down at his feet. “Hmm…I think so.”

“Perfect. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He nodded, shutting his bedroom door as you walked over to Amara’s room. You lightly knocked on the door, “Amara?”

No response. You turned the door knob, quietly walking inside. There she was, still sleeping in her over-the-top princess bed, sounding like a jet engine as she snored away peacefully. 

You walked to her bedside, gently tapping her on the arm. “Amara? It’s time to wake up.” She let out a loud groan, one that almost sounded like she was in pain. “Are you okay?”

“No,” she mumbled, half awake. 

“What’s going on?”

“I don’t want to get up.” 

“Is that…all?”

“Yeah. I sleep,” before you could get another word in, she rolled over, the sound of her snoring filling the room once more. You let out a sigh; she was always slow to wake up, but you had figured out a few tricks. 

“Well,” you sighed dramatically, your voice a bit louder. “I guess if she’s still asleep, I’ll need to pick out her outfit for her.”

She got up. 

You brought them downstairs to eat breakfast, sitting with them at the table as you awkwardly avoided eye contact with their private chef. She was an older woman, another elf like most of the staff at the house. You hadn’t once heard her speak the common tongue; only Elvish. If she were a human, she’d look to be in her seventies or eighties. For an elf, she had to be several centuries old. 

You were also fairly certain she didn’t like you. The children loved her, treating her like some sort of grandmother figure, but she had made her thoughts about you clear on your very first day. 

The woman said something in Elvish. You had no idea what she said, memories of your required high school classes on the subject long forgotten, but her tone was one of annoyance. Adriel quickly sensed your confusion, “she said it’s been a long time since daddy’s hired a human.” She kept talking, Adriel listening carefully to translate for you. “She said daddy’s stupid for trusting outsiders.” 

You feigned a smile, nodding your head. “Thanks Adriel. Appreciate it.” 

At the very least, she had come to tolerate you. She could tell the twins liked you, and she respected that. To your surprise, she turned to you, speaking directly at you. This time, Amara translated for you. “She’s asking if you want anything.” 

You were caught off guard, she hadn’t ever asked anything like that before. You had already eaten breakfast, but didn’t want to be rude by declining. Perhaps it was a gesture of goodwill. “Oh, thank you, uh…” you looked over to Adriel and Amara’s plates. You knew Elvish food in general was quite spicy, their breakfasts even moreso. They were eating a dish you couldn’t remember the name of; crispy fried potato cutlets filled with apples and cinnamon, topped with some sort of spiced honey jam. It smelt really good, a tantalizing blend of sweet and spicy; perfect for Elvish children. “Could I try one of those?” 

She nodded, preparing one for you the same way she had for the children. She handed you a plate, and you awkwardly fumbled out the Elvish word for thank you; something you hadn’t done since fulfilling your high school language requirement.

She let out a laugh, mumbling something back to you before turning around and cleaning up. 

Adriel looked up at you, “she said ‘nice try’.”  

You sighed, “thanks, bud.” 

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You finished getting them ready, and they were off with their tutor for the next three hours. You weren’t sure where Ronan was, you hadn’t seen him all day. You knew he worked strange hours, often late into the night, so you decided to wait by his bedroom door. 

Your instincts were correct, and a few minutes later he walked out. He was dressed much more casually than usual, trading the suit and tie for clothing much more suitable for the outdoors. “Ah, I see someone’s eager,” he smiled. Just when you thought you had pushed those thoughts aside, they came right back. You couldn’t help but picture yourself on your knees in front of him, him uttering the same phrase. 

You barely managed to stay focused. “Oh, I just wasn’t sure where to meet you.” 

“In hindsight, I probably should’ve said something about that, sorry. Just follow me.” He walked forward, and you looked him up and down. You realized now he didn’t actually carry a gun on him; you thought back to old crime movies, the images of tables covered in whiskey, guns, and drugs. Yet for a crime boss with two children, obviously that couldn’t be the case. He led you downstairs to a basement, the room still as decadent as any other; just lacking windows. 

“I try to be as careful as I can with these types of things,” you watched him walk towards a large gun safe at the back of the room. It didn’t look particularly special, larger than the average safe but nothing remarkable. He punched in a code, and opened up the door. Behind the door weren't guns, but an entire hallway. He walked inside, “make sure to shut the door behind you.” 

You nodded, pulling the door closed with an echoing thud as you followed him. The hallway went down longer than you expected, passing several rooms with closed doors; some seemed to be typical storage rooms, one appeared to be a large meeting room. You walked by too quick to know for sure, but one looked almost like a makeshift surgery room. The hallway had a suspiciously clean scent to it; not sterile like a hospital, but almost as if you were stepping into a hotel or a new car. Finally, you came to the end of the hallway. “I try not to do more work down here than I need to. It can get tiring, being underground for so long.” He grabbed a key from his pocket, opening the final door. You walked inside, and all sorts of weapons covered the walls, hanging on racks. Many of them were firearms, with a healthy amount of magical weapons mixed in. Several had name tags next to the hooks holding them up, while a few even had tiny pictures painted onto them, the same way a high school girl might doodle on a pencil case. 

He looked around, thinking. He walked to one of the side walls, eyeing various handguns; it was clear anything remotely automatic was out of the question. “Let’s see…” he mumbled. 

On one hand, it was a good sign his guns were safely secured. On the other, if something did happen, would he be able to get to them quickly? Perhaps it was a good sign they were so hard to access. 

The one he picked was unceremonious; a simple black handgun with no attachments. “Alright, first things first. Treat every gun like it’s loaded. Even if you know it isn’t, act like it is. Second…” he trailed off, looking you up and down. “Are you a mage?” 

You shook your head, “nope.”

“Great, me neither.” He set the gun down on a table against the wall, looking inside a cabinet underneath. “Here it is.” He pulled out a cardboard box, and inside were several small bags of powder with a recognizable brand name printed onto them. They were spell packets; single use spells for non-mages, these ones activated by water. Typically, they were fairly expensive; having an entire box of them lying around was unheard of. You looked closer, and all of them had the same label. An even rarer occurrence. 

Sound and Sight Shield: Water Activated

“As you pointed out yesterday, guns can be pretty loud. This will make it a bit more bearable, and keep anything from getting in your eyes. We’ll wait for you to take it until we’re outside, it can take some time to get used to. I’ll just need to be kinda close for you to hear me, I hope that’s alright.”

You couldn’t help but be frustrated. ‘Are you fucking kidding me? ‘I need to be close,’ fuck off.’ At this point, it felt like the universe was taunting you. “That’s fine,” you said with little emotion, trying to distract yourself from your own thoughts. 

He took the gun, a single clip, and a bottle of water to activate the spell before heading outside. You knew the complex was from your nature walks with the twins, but you hadn’t ever gone this far out, walking into the forest behind the house. You quickly realized you didn’t own clothing suitable for hiking, the makeshift trail still uneven as leaves crunched beneath your feet, your cardigan occasionally snagging on a branch. 

“Sorry, I can clear this out for next time.”

“That’s okay, I should probably get clothes more suitable outside, to be honest.”

“Just let me know what you want and I’ll get it for you. I know how they like to play outside, I’d feel awful if you ruined something you cared about.” 

“Oh-” never before had your employers offered to buy you clothes. ‘Well, the twins play in the sand and dirt a lot. I suppose it's a fair expense with a house like this.’ “Thanks. I appreciate that.” 

“Of course,” you made your way out to a clearing, and it was obvious he wasn’t the only one who came here for target practice; torn and weathered paper targets were pinned to the trees; some even had names on them. “Before you take the spell, we’ll go over just some basic stuff,” he said as he pulled the gun back out from his belt. He walked you through how to stand, how to hold it, and where to look. “Ready to give it a try?”

You nodded, “I think so.” 

He handed you the bottle of water, and you opened up the spell packet, pouring it inside and shaking the bottle. You had used instant spells for other tasks; dying your hair, getting rid of a headache, all sorts of mundane tasks. You hadn’t used one that dulled your senses though. The bottle started to glow, a pale green light ensnaring from it. You opened the bottle back up, taking a drink from it. It tasted strongly of lime; bitter, but it could’ve been worse. 

A haze came over your eyes; you could still see decently well, but it was as if you were looking through a sheet of glass. You started to notice the sounds of the wilderness slowly fading away. Gone were the sounds of birds chirping and grass rustling, an uneasy silence surrounding you. “Let’s give this one a try,” he said, pointing to a target around twenty yards away, the target less weathered than the others. You saw his mouth moving, but his words were much quieter, the same volume as a whisper. 

“Alright,” he walked closer, his face by your neck. “Move your weight forward, bring it up in front of your eyes.” You could feel his warm breath on your ear, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine. You held the gun up, steadying your breath. “Good, just a little higher,” he gently touched your arm, pushing it upward. You could feel his chest lightly against your back, a hand on your shoulder.

“Breathe, you’re tense. Don’t let it scare you, you control it.” You slowly nodded your head, inhaling. “Breathe out slow, fire, and follow-through.” Even with the spell, his voice was low, each word sweeter than the last. You exhaled, keeping a proper stance, and pulled the trigger. 

It was loud. Even with the spell, it was as if you could feel the sound moving through your body. Yet you stayed still, keeping your stance. You finally lowered the gun, watching as Ronan walked over to the target.

“Well, you hit it! That’s a better start than most,” he smiled. You walked behind him, looking at the target. You were off from the certain by a fairly significant amount, veering towards the left; but you did hit it. “We’ll get through the rest of the clip, or until the spell wears off. Whichever comes first,” he shrugged. “It’ll get easier each time, trust me. 

With each shot, you got a little bit closer to the center of the target. You were halfway through the clip when the next shot caught you off guard, the sound of the shot much louder than the rest. Normally spells like this one faded gradually, but this one was going quick.

You flinched at the unexpected loud noise, instinctively pulling backwards into his arms while keeping your arms straight. You still hit the target, your shot far above the center.

He caught you with his arms around your waist, keeping you standing upright. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, just…I think the spell’s starting to fade, that one was loud. How in the hells do you do that with…nothing?”

“You get used to it. All things considered, I think you did great for your first time.”

You let out a sigh, readjusting to your changing sight and hearing. “Thanks. I guess I just worry about if I actually needed to use it. How I’d handle it then.” 

“Thankfully, I’m quite confident that won’t happen. There’s a reason almost everything is all the way down there. We don’t need anything like that at a moment’s notice. I keep a few simple things locked up in my room for emergencies, but I’ve never had to open it so long as I’ve been here.”

“How long have you been here?” 

“Seventy years.” 

You looked him over; with elves his age, there was no telling if he was thirty or three-hundred. Still, that was an impressive amount of time for someone in his field to stay in one place undetected. “Is that how long you’ve been doing…this?”

He let out a sigh, “that’s…a bit of a loaded question. A story for another time, maybe.” You only just realized he was still holding you. “I…sorry,” he said as he pulled away. “I just zoned out.”

You turned to face him. “No, no it’s okay.” It was much more than okay. You looked up at him, unsure of what to say next. “It’s…it’s fine, really.” 

He pulled you close and kissed you, his lips on yours before you could react. You weren’t sure if you should be outraged or overjoyed, but you returned the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. It was feverish, as if you were the oasis he was searching for, rejuvenating him after a desolate loneliness. 

He pulled away, looking at you with a horrified look on his face, a hand hovering in front of his face. “I…I’m so sorry, I don’t-I don’t know what came over me, that was…definitely not appropriate.” 

Any remaining sense of normalcy or professionalism was gone. You didn’t have the patience to play games of what was or wasn’t ethical, not after how he kissed you. ‘No going back now,’ you thought. 

You cocked your head to the side, “that’s what makes it fun though, isn’t it?”

He let out a nervous laugh, but the look on his face said it all; you were serious. You leaned closer, and he kissed you once more. You felt his hands start to wander, running down your sides, as if wanting to feel every inch of you. You let your own hands wander, trailing down his chest as you felt the outline of his hard cock under his pants. 

He broke away from the kiss, only to move to your neck, trailing kisses as you started to undo his belt. He was clearly receptive, his hands caressing your ass, sliding under your pants to feel you even closer. You started to pull down his zipper when he broke away once more, placing his hands over yours.”

“Wait. I…” both of you were left breathless by the kiss. “I want to do this, I do, just…not here.” 

‘I really was about to just get railed in the woods, fuck, am I really that horny?’ You nodded your head, “here probably…isn’t the best idea, you mumbled. 

“Just…come see me tonight, in my room, once the kids are asleep. Besides,’ he looked at his watch, ‘they’ll be done in just a few minutes, we should probably be heading back anyways.” 

You nodded, flashing him a playful smile. “You’re right. Well…I suppose I’ll see you tonight?”

He grinned, running a hand down your arm. “I suppose you will.” 

It was going to be a long day. Part 4

jesus CHRIST i love him . i love him so much. hrrr . raaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAH. sorry for edging u all. but i promise itll be worth. pinky promise.

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hiii bunny ! could i ask for a pastry braid and a sponge toffee with frozen latter and a vodka shot served by franco colapinto?

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want to submit to the bakery? then hit up the menu! i'd love to hear from you. there are all kinds of things up on there to choose from! as for the lovely anon who sent this, thank you! i have yet to really get anything for franco! (and yes this does still mean that i'm writing for logan sargeant too!) thank you for the submission and enjoy!! <3

pastry braid ("your job is to make me cum. now get to work.") + sponge toffee ("aw, is someone mad that they can only cum because of me?") + frozen latte (dumbification) + vodka shot (rough sex) served by franco colapinto (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, established relationship, dirty talk/ degrading language, dom/sub, dom!reader, collars/bondage, messy oral sex (reader receives), cumming untouched

franco was riding a feeling higher than a kite. he was on top of the world, it was his second race and he earned points! that was awesome, it wasn't a trophy, but it was a start. he was given a chance and he was finally coming to fruition. he would be on that podium in no time!

but, even if gained nothing in baku. he could still come back to you, he could always come back to you. and play the sweet games you always played. franco loved when his long-time girlfriend was in charge in the bedroom. it excited him in ways that he couldn't describe. so after baku in the williams hotel room. he was met with his two favourite things.

a collar and dark blue rope. paired with it was a note.

"collar on, frankie. i'll be back soon. - your love."

franco felt a shudder through his body as he started to get undressed. he took a deep breath before he picked up the collar and placed it around his throat. this was all part of your little game, for the cameras you were childhood sweethearts with him finally rising to the top of the racing world.

and you were the sweet girlfriend who went to school and kept him tethered to reality. if only the press saw what you two got up to in the evenings, behind closed doors with the blinds closed. this was only something that came about when you both became adults, and franco savoured every last moment of it like honey on his fingers.

he sat on the couch in nothing but his briefs as he waited for you to come back to the hotel room. when the door opened he perked up and saw you come in. with purse in tow and a small paper bag.

you noticed him and smiled, "oh, frankie." then quickly got your sneakers off before you went over to him. your bag was placed to the side and you sat beside him on the couch. you kissed at his face lovingly and he melted into your kiss.

these kisses were different from the ones that you gave him on the track. those were sweet kisses for the camera, the kisses you gave him in the hotel room were heated.

"you look so good." you said softly, "you left the rope?"

he nodded, "of course." then kissed you gently in return. he felt a shudder run through him. he loved this. he knew from the moment it got introduced into his life, he loved it. to put all his trust into you and you'd care for him.

"good boy. i guess a good boy deserves a little treat then." you pulled away and took the paper bag, "but first, you'll need to be tied up. do you remember our safe word?"

"pilar."

"and our gesture?"

"four taps. then three nods." he replied.

you took him by the face again and pulled him into another heated kiss. which he melted into. when you pulled away soon after, he tried to get another taste of your lips, only to whine when he couldn't. you went to the table where the rope was, only to bring it back. then slowly tie up your boyfriend.

you had been lucky enough to know him for so long. you've seen him achieve greatness and now he was only going to go higher. and you would love him every day until the sun exploded.

"excellent." you said with a smile as you ran your hand across his jaw when you got close enough. then you started to tie his arms behind his beck, framing his chest nicely with the dark blue rope.

he squirmed a little and you 'shushed' him with kisses. which he was eager to accept. you finished tying him up. you heard him whimper a little and you chuckled. he sounded like a dream, he was handsome even when bound so pretty.

you started to undress, both of you were soon naked. franco eyed your body as you helped him onto his knees in front of the couch. his cock twitched, painfully hard from the immense feelings plus the rush of today's race. you combed your fingers through his hair and smiled, "your job is to make me cum. now get to work."

and franco looked at you with those big beautiful eyes and got to work. his tongue up against your cunt and you held onto tightly. you shuddered. franco was perfect.

he squirmed a little against the ropes while he ate you out. he looked perfect in his collar and binds. the perfect lover for you, the perfect man for you. he was a rising star and you were there are every turn. you adored him, loved him, he was the beating heart in your chest.

so who were you to deny him on his knees with his tongue against your slick cunt. you held onto him tightly and tried to guide his head against your sex.

you moaned heavily and could see that his cock was painfully hard. you knew the adrenaline from the day plus the activities now were only driving him crazy. you felt flustered while naked on the couch.

"my pretty boy." you said, you watched him try to figure out how to get friction across his cock as he shifted on his knees. you yanked his hair a little tighter as you added, "aw, is someone mad that they can only cum because of me?"

he whined and only gorged himself deeper into you cunt. his movements got quicker and with less of a pace as he found himself deeper in a hot lust. the pleasure was coursing through his body despite not even having any friction to get himself off with. you held onto him and felt his tongue against your pussy. you panted heavily between heavy moans as you felt the pleasure course through you on the couch.

"such a pretty boy. so good for me. you know exactly how to make me cum. you've always been the best for me. i love you."

he looked up at you, that look in his eye said it all. he loved you too. he adored you more than anything. even bound and collared, he loved you. he adored you, you were everything.

you whimpered a little bit and held onto his hair a little tighter. the pleasure was feeling overwhelming.

"shit. frankie." you whimpered.

he came without anyone or anything touching his cock. and his eyes rolled back a little at the feeling. he shuddered but continued to eat you out with a fever in his soul. even with his cum all over his cock and thighs.

"oh, honey." you exhaled and he shuddered. he continued to eat you out and made you hot all over. you could feel yourself closer to orgasm. the heat washed through you.

you came on his tongue and he felt a thrum of heat run through him. you tensed up then relaxed, then relaxed your grip on him and relaxed against the couch.

franco rubbed his cheek up against your thigh and smiled a little. it felt very good in his head as he rested his chin on your thigh and looked up at you.

you smiled, "pretty boy." and touched his face. his chin gleamed with wetness. he looked like he had a good time.

he was not only pretty, he was perfect.

when you took the ropes off, you grabbed a tissue from the coffee table and wiped his lips and face between you kissed him. he melted into your touch with his cock slick with his own cum.

you said, "such a good boy, usually i make you ask to cum, but tonight i'll let it slide." you then softly cleaned the cum off of him and watched him squirm a little.

he nodded dumbly, "yes, thank you! thank you!" and only got settled against you when you dragged the him against you on the couch with the throw blanket over the both his brain was in another place so you gently held him. then you grabbed the paper bag off the table with some effort.

"i got something sweet for you." you said.

he replied with a goofy smile, "is it more kisses?"

you kissed his forehead, "no. they're called shirin-gogal i think. it had nuts and sugar in them."

he shifted a little as you softly fed him. you smiled a little, the collar still was around his throat. he was your future champion, the love of your life. and on top of that your sweet submissive. <3

[madamejadex]

Hey! New domme here. Learning to domme and being able to use skills has been so so exciting. Question for you. How might you handle a bratty little thing? Reeling her back from defiance to behaving like a good girl is so fun but I am looking for some new ways to get to her. Thanks!

Hello there, oh and how I love to receive questions from fellow Dommes. Thank you for reaching out. 🤍

Now, I must admit, I may not be the perfect Domme to ask when it comes to brat-taming expertise, as my personal involvement with brats has been fairly limited. In most of my past BDSM dynamics, I met my partners through clubs or local events, which allowed me to connect with submissives who aligned more naturally with the structure and energy I desired.

That said, even the most obedient submissive can have their bratty moments... trust me I know. And while it wasn’t the core of any of my dynamics, I’ve certainly had to respond when those cheeky bursts of defiance happened. So let me walk you through a few techniques I’ve used.

Boring Tasks as Punishment Simple, mundane tasks can be surprisingly effective. One time, I had a particularly cheeky sub organize our entire wardrobe, something I knew she dreaded. It gave her time to reflect… and we had a freshly sorted closet in the end.

Ruined or Denied Orgasms Not edging, true denial. Just enough build-up to leave them panting and aching, but no release. It's not about cruelty; it's about reclaiming control in a way that makes them remember who holds the power.

Mirroring Behavior If a sub tried to tease or provoke me like for example, by touching herself in front of me when she knows I'm on a call for example, I would respond in kind. For instance, I’d tie her up, unable to move, and pleasure myself in front of her… giving her the same show she gave me, while she watched helplessly.

Targeted Spanking Not just for fun, used as a firm tool. I tailor the technique to fall just outside the range of enjoyment, but still within their limits. Not harmful, but not their favorite. It becomes a lesson in control and accountability.

Tickling as Control Play Not always thought of as discipline, but in the right hands, it becomes a form of teasing restraint. Gentle torment. It removes their ability to stay in control of their body, much like a spanking, but playfully layered.

Rule Imposition For every act of brattiness, a new rule appears. Public or private. Sometimes even writing lines, wearing a plug, or sending regular check-ins. They learn quickly that every action has an elegant consequence.

Reward Reversal Turn something they want into something they must earn back. Whether it’s being allowed to sleep in our bed, wear certain lingerie, or receive the opportunity to touch you. If it was taken for granted, temporarily remove it.

Service Correction Assigning service-based tasks that bring humility and focus. It might be a full-body massage for you without allowing any touch in return, or preparing a meal, setting a table, kneeling silently while you eat.

Of course, everything must remain rooted in consent, communication, and care. What works for one sub may mean little to another, so knowing their desires, kinks, limits, and triggers will always guide your hand better than any one-size-fits-all method.

In the end, taming a brat isn’t always about punishment, it’s about guiding them. Letting them feel that even in their playful defiance, you won’t be moved. That you’re still in control. Still steady. And still deeply invested in their surrender.

And that? That’s the kind of dominance they ache for.

I hope this helped you some, and feel free to reach out again.

xo Jade 💋

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Ah, you want lucifer sub? I have another idea for you then! Feel free to ignore if you had enough nsfw drabbles tho lol Theres a card in NB where lucifer tries to force mc a truth apple or whatchamacallit to see who mc really is, but Beel ended up eating it instead. Anyway in p4 he tries to earn mc's forgiveness by going to the castle for barb's cooking. What if then, at the table, mc remembers that in the og timeline, lucifer and mc constantly played with shibari on each other? Hmm... So then, that's his punishment. Early Avatar of Pride, getting tied up in his own room. Blindfolded Anyway, hope you like the idea. 🍄 Love you CC

Augh, 🍄 anon, shibari is like one of my favorite things ever. It just looks so pretty!?!? And Lucifer is also very pretty????

Yes, I thoroughly enjoyed writing this. I do have that card and remembered this particular Devilgram. It had an excellent line from Barb that I took the time to screenshot and then forgot about until much later. Something about having cake, I don't remember exactly. It's in my posts somewhere lol.

Anyway! Sub!Lucifer is everything to me, so here he is. I like the idea of NB Lucifer specifically not understanding why he trusts MC. He even says in the Devilgram something about how there was a connection between them the moment MC showed up. But this is a minor detail, I just find it interesting.

GN!MC x Lucifer

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: sub!Lucifer, dom!MC, shibari, blindfold, praise, hand job

Lucifer held himself incredibly still. He would not squirm. He would not give you the satisfaction.

It was difficult. He wanted to give in already.

You had spent quite some time carefully tying the black and red ropes around his body. Securing knots, ensuring they were tight but not too tight. Perhaps he should have been anxious as you brought his hands behind his back and tied them in place. Perhaps he should have been concerned when you tied the blindfold over his eyes. Perhaps he should have been worried about how vulnerable he was allowing himself to be with you.

And perhaps he was all of those things. But the fire it ignited in his belly was too powerful to ignore. The thrill of your touch, the way his skin tingled any time you brushed your fingers against it. Knowing that you were seeing him completely exposed, that he was entirely at your mercy, that you were in control of him in a way no one else has ever been.

The ropes rubbed against him, an uncomfortably pleasing sensation. The blindfold was his own tie, which you had utilized for this purpose and its soft silkiness was an exciting contrast to the harsher feeling of the ropes.

When you were finished, you moved away and left him there.

Lucifer was kneeling on his own bed, tied up and blindfolded, waiting for you to touch him again.

He couldn't see himself, but he could imagine the sight. You seemed to already know the intricacies of shibari. The pattern was elegant and complex - turning him into a sensual work of art.

Lucifer waited. He could be patient. He refused to let you see just how affected he was. He couldn't do anything about his obvious erection, which was straining. But he would keep the rest of himself as composed as possible.

"So," you said and your voice was close. "Are you sorry for trying to get me to eat that apple?"

Lucifer hesitated. "I've let you tie me up and blindfold me, haven't I? Is that not proof enough?"

"I won't make you say it," you said. "I could see it in your eyes as I was tying you up. You trust me, don't you? Despite being suspicious of who I am and what my motives might be, you still trust me."

Lucifer frowned. "I don't-"

You pressed a finger to his lips. "You don't need to lie about it. You can trust me, Lucifer. I promise."

Lucifer was about to disagree with you, but whatever he might have said left his mind immediately as you took his cock in your hand. He sucked in a breath. Your hand felt soft, slightly damp with your sweat, which soon mingled with his precum.

Lucifer's resolve not to squirm crumbled. He couldn't hold perfectly still now, his hips moving involuntarily to thrust into your hand. He bit his lip, determined at least not to moan.

"Don't do that," you said, putting your thumb on his lower lip and pulling it gently out of his teeth. "Let me hear you."

Lucifer felt his skin grow hot as the moan he'd been trying to hold back escaped him. As soon as it did, it was as though a dam had broken and he couldn't stop making noise.

"Ah," he cried. "MC, please, ah!"

"Good boy," you said sweetly. "Now come for me."

Lucifer immediately came all over your hand, a strangled cry ripping itself from his throat as he did. Lucifer was panting, his body's muscles relaxing, but he was still tied up so stiffly, he couldn't go anywhere. You allowed him to lean on you long enough to catch his breath.

Lucifer quickly learned that he was far from done with his apology and it was much later into the night before you were willing to forgive him.

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[deadqueerboys]

Mlm incelbur smut please <3

Dinner - Wilbur Soot x Male! Reader

It's a bit confusing, but here it is!!

Guys, I beg you, when you do a request please but informations like: Sub or dom reader, male, gn or female reader and etc.. it's important!!

Anyway, here it is!!!

A sigh. That's the first thing that can be heard from the front door. After this, loud noises from what can only be Wilbur running up and down on the stairs. Wilbur isn't exactly the perfect.. "roommate", he's always simping around, talking about girls and guys in a possessive way and always making sure nobody else was around yo the way he does. But, sometimes, he can be slightly useful, like today..

"WAIT A MINUTE!" He screams from the room, going downstairs and meeting you in the front door. "Hello my handsome!" Will is not the type who gives you time to think, he just do what he wants, not different from it, he kisses your cheek and puts his tie around your head, covering your eyes.

"Ugh! Wilbur, let me go!" Even being useless, you try to fight, but his grip on your shoulders gets even tighter as guides you to the kitchen. He keeps walking, his creepy giggle can be clearly heard in your ears as close as he is.

Suddenly, you both stop. You wonder what kind of weird thing he might have done now. You pray for it to be just one more awkward dinner together.

"Here it is~" Wilbur takes the tie off, putting it around his own neck again, smiling widely at you. It's just the dinner table.. covered with flowers, candles, and a bunch of other romantic stuff. Plus, the amount of money he kept in the month, he knows that's a way of getting your attention for his intoxicating flirt.

You roll your eyes, trying to smile at him in the same harmony, which is impossible. Instead of fighting, you just sit in the chair, letting he act like a dumb gentleman as he puts the food in the table and gives you a huge glass of wine.

The dinner goes, he talks shit about some of your friends and partners but that's just the usual Wilbur, when he becomes more flirtious and pervert is where it can be noticed his nature and the reason why people call him an incel. It gets you tired. The alcohol and the dizzy feeling of talking with him finally hit you like a slap, so without consulting him, you get up and try to walk away.

"Hey, our talk didn't end up yet.." Wilbur smirks, his voice sharp and devilish, an obvious menace for your attempt of getting away from him. He's quick, placing his another hand on your hips and bringing you close. "Didn't you enjoy it? Come on, I made what you like, I gave you money, flowers and those special candles with vanilla smell. Pleasee!" He begs like a child, pouting at you when he comes closer.. closer enough for you to feel his bulge touching your thigh.

"Just a little bit?" Without denying or giving him assure, you ask. It's visible the happiness in his eyes as he nods desperately. Ignoring his aggressive demands, you hold his hand and interlock your fingers with his, walking to the living room and undoing your belt before his hand reach to stop you with a slap. "Hey! What the-"

"That's my function! You know that." He frowns and get on his knees, his cock getting even more hard with the thought of making you feel good. Wilbur has always been like that. He's pathetic. He wants you to feel good, to be a good whore for you just so he can hear you say to all of your friends that you fucked the stupid and silly boy that accepted living with you and pay your bills for free.

The freaking incel undoes your belt slowly, trying everything to see you getting hard under his hands. It's almost insane how much he wants it. You pet his hair and grab it too, remembering everything Wilbur said he likes while you guys fuck or even just make out. You put his face close to the growing length on your boxers, watching he lick it without hesitation.

"Huh, that's.." You stop for a moment, you could degrade him.. you could call him your slut and make him feel even better or just.. maybe just.. "That's it. Good boy." Your grip release and he looks at you more upset and angry than never.

"Are you serious?" He gets up, looking you dead in the eyes. God, he's big. Is always nice to remember that, the imagine of his cock being big even while soft sends a shiver of pleasure through your body. Was it what you wanted this whole time..? Besides degradating him, he could.. he could fuck you. He throws you on the couch, slapping your face. "It's so easy. How can't you do one simple thing?! That's unbelievable.." He keeps complaining, which is.. well, cute.

You spread your legs apart, intertwining them around his waist.

"Will." You giggle. It must be the first time in a long while he doesn't hear it because his reaction was just widen his eyes and pay attention to your voice like a lost dog. "Couldn't we change the roles?" You smile, obviously drunk.

He doesn't even think his next moves. They are fast and sloppy. He takes off his pants and picks you up, griding his length against yours. Wilbur knows he can't give you the doubt benefit, so he has to be quick and make you enjoy it, or else it will never happen again.

"Mhm, fuck we.. fuck you.." Will smirks, moaning when his hands reach to your boxers and he starts to stroke your cock. You lay your head back, panting with pleasure. As much as Wilbur know you, he knows how to be fast and make you cum even faster. His hands work like magic, he slap his hips on yours when your arms are tightly around his neck, bringing him even closer if that is possible. He keeps stroking you, knowing all your damn preferences.

When you show signs of cumming, he puts your boxers down and also his. He lays you down on the couch again, being gentle at this time. He puts himself in the middle of your thighs, making your hole his little prize. A tight prize he has been reaching for a long time, it's disgusting how he gets inside you without lube or protection, burning your body inside as he forces his dick inside you.

Complaining, you slap his face, which only makes him go faster, causing the pain to grow even more. He doesn't want you to keep complaining that much like a little bitch, so he makes sure to pleasure you too, moving his hips together with his hand and coming closer to give you a passionate kiss. Or was it just lust..? It doesn't matter, it felt good.

He feels overwhelmed, leaking his pre-cum inside you. It feels weirdly warm, but at least now he can move properly. Wilbur looks insane at this point, a big mess over you like a predator, and he doesn't even seem to want to get out.

"Babe, do you mind if i-" He gulps, swallowing his saliva with his pathetic moans. "If I cum inside?"

The pleasure reaches you enough, shaking your head in an extensive 'no' so he can keep going. "Please, do anything.. but do not stop.."

Wilbur goes even deeper inside you, with your permission, he cums, surprisingly, it doesn't even seem like it. You just feel a wet and warm thing inside you, but he keeps going like if nothing happened. He moans one more time, now feeling control and power over your dumb fucked figured. He takes his hand out of your cock and grab your neck, choking you with those thick long fingers. Your air goes away, making it hard to breathe as he mischievously giggles.

"What a good slut.." Wilbur moans when he comes closer to your hear, putting a lot of his weight on your body. He slaps your face with his other hand, and with the mix of sensations, you cum. Your cock feels dry and painful, contradicting your tight hole that now is wet and filled with a pleasure that isn't yours. He smirks with the sight of your cum on your own stomach, getting out of you only to look superior and dominant. "Make sure to clean this mess." He throws a towel at you, putting his boxers back on.

[lemoncrushh]

Slave 4 U 2

Summary: Harry is ready to take you home for a little role play.

Warnings: light role play (soft dom!harry, handcuffs, collar), oral, smut. 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1901

A/N: This was a sequel from 2016 to a blurb I'd written in 2015 (which got deleted), but part 1 is not needed for part 2. It was an early attempt of mine at a dom/sub fic. Obviously, the title comes from the Britney Spears song.

You slid into the back seat next to Harry, prepared to head to this club for someone's birthday party. Whose was it again? You'd already forgotten. But it didn't matter anyway. Harry had already assured you that you wouldn't be staying that long. These things were usually just for show, some other celebrity's shindig to make an appearance at, shake hands, have a couple drinks and leave.

"Just an hour or two, babe, alright?" Harry patted your knee as the car pulled up in front of the club.

You gave him a soft smile and a nod before climbing out after him, taking his offered hand. You held on to it as you both walked through the entrance, heading straight toward the back of the club where the party was being held. Your eyes scanning the crowd, you recognized a handful of people, immediately jogging your memory as to whose birthday it was. After greeting the birthday girl, a cocktail waitress took your drink orders and you and Harry found a plush green sofa and sat down.

The party seemed to be a hit, and before you knew it, you were feeling tipsy, not to mention a bit horny. The room boomed with a mixture of current club tracks and vintage 80s tunes, the vibration hitting you even through the cushion beneath you. Uncrossing your legs, you leaned forward to place your empty glass on the small table in front of you. Leaning back, you could feel Harry's eyes on you.

"What?" you smirked, acknowledging the look on his face.

Harry licked his lips, scooting closer to you, his arm on the back of the sofa.

"I forgot to tell you how beautiful you look tonight," he grinned.

"No you didn't," you batted your lashes. "You told me twice. But thanks again."

A low chuckle sounding from his chest, he leaned in to whisper in your ear.

"You know what I was thinking about?"

You raised a brow in question.

"That night I got to tie you up and fuck you," he groaned, his mouth on your earlobe, sending shivers throughout your body. "Do you remember?"

How could you forget? Although it wasn't the last time you'd had sex, it was the last and only time you'd been submissive, asking him to experiment in a little role play. It had been nearly four months ago, but the memory was still burned in your brain. It wasn't that you hadn't wanted to do it again. It just hadn't been brought up. And lately, if you were being honest, by the time you got to the bedroom, you were already so turned on and ready to have him inside you, that you didn't want to drag props and a story into it.

"Of course I do," you whispered back.

"I wanna do it again," claimed Harry, his lips dragging down your jaw and his hand finding the hem of your skirt against your thigh.

"Really? When?" you asked.

"Tonight. Right now."

You giggled nervously. "Now? Are you saying you're ready to go?"

"In a min-"

Harry was interrupted then by a loud cheer from a handful of friends that had gathered around the birthday girl. You watched as they sang Happy Birthday to her, followed by tequila shots taken by all. You were about to clap along until you felt Harry's fingers brush the inside of your thigh, just under your skirt. Turning your head to look at him, you saw the desire in his eyes, even in the dimly lit room. His usual easy-going grin was gone, replaced by almost a frown.

Your eyelids began to flutter as his hand roamed up and down your thigh, until it was nearly to your panty line. His gaze did not falter, however, as he stayed focused on your face, apparently trying to see how far he could go, and how much you could stand before breaking.

"Harry," you finally said, grabbing his wrist.

You could have sworn you saw his jaw clench as he removed his hand and stood.

"Let's go," he commanded.

"Um...okay," you blinked and rose from the sofa. "But shouldn't we say good-"

"No, let's go," Harry insisted, grabbing your arm and guiding you to the exit.

The car ride home was almost uncomfortable, the sexual tension between you thick. Harry returned his hand to your thigh, just below the hem of your skirt, though he never tried to move it. Your leg almost twitched with anticipation, wanting him to touch you desperately. You looked up at him, trying to read his expression, but the same hard look remained. Finally, you broke the silence, unable to take it any longer.

"I'm so fucking turned on right now," you breathed.

The familiar low chuckle rumbled in Harry's chest as his lips cocked a smirk, the signature dimple dipping in his cheek.

"Good," was all he said.

You followed Harry into the house, watching him as he pressed the security code in the keypad and then turned to you.

"C'mon," he grabbed your hand again, leading you upstairs.

You grinned when you saw him immediately reach for the top drawer of the night stand where you'd kept the scarves, handcuffs and collar.

"Put that on," he instructed, tossing the collar on the bed. "And only that."

"Hm, okay," you tried not to laugh.

Harry turned to glare at you, one eyebrow raised. "Leave your shoes on."

Biting your lip, you obliged, slowly taking off your top and skirt. The way Harry was staring at you, told you that he enjoyed it, and hand no intentions of getting undressed himself until you'd done so. Standing in your bra and panties, you waited for him to make a move, but the only thing he did was cross his arms.

"All of it, I said."

Sucking in your lips, your reached behind you and unhooked your bra, letting it fall on the floor. Then you stepped out of your panties, careful not to tangle them in your heels. Reaching for the collar, you felt yourself get wet, already eager for Harry's touch. Once it was fastened, he surprised you by stepping closer, his hand on the back of the collar and pulling you towards him in a deep kiss. His tongue swept against yours before he captured your bottom lip, sucking hard. You felt his other hand snake around your waist and grab your bum, giving it a squeeze. Then it slid between you, his fingers quickly finding your clit. Just before a moan escaped your throat, however, he backed away, leaving you wanting more.

"Not yet, love," Harry teased. "You have to earn it. But I love how wet you are for me."

You opened your mouth to protest when he lifted a finger to his lips.

"Shhh. Undress me."

Your eyes widened. "What?"

"You heard me. Take off my clothes."

You couldn't help but grin, delighted that Harry was eagerly partaking in the role play. Besides, you had no qualms about undressing him. You did it with pleasure.

Unbuttoning his shirt, you spread your palms across his tattooed chest and down his torso. Harry's eyelids fluttered as your fingernails ghosted his skin before tossing his shirt aside. When you unbuckled his belt and fumbled with the button of his jeans, you popped them open, quickly pushing them down over his hips. Once they were down, you lowered yourself onto your knees, shaking your head at yourself that you still had to take off his boots.

Harry remained silent through it all, watching every move you made. His pants and shoes finally off, you reached up for the waistband of his boxers. As soon as you pulled them down and his erection sprang free, you felt his hand on the back of your head.

"Put it in your mouth," he demanded.

Gazing up at him, you didn't question him. Licking your lips, you grabbed the base of his shaft. Then opening your mouth, you guided him inside, wetting the head with your tongue. You heard Harry sigh as you enveloped his cock with your lips, gently sucking at first, then speeding up and adding more pressure.

"Ah shit, that feels good," Harry groaned.

You hummed against him as his breaths quickened.

"You're so fucking good at that," he cried.

You moved faster, taking him deeper into your mouth, as far as you could. Harry's moans got louder as he bucked against you, until suddenly he told you to stop.

"Get up," he said.

Rising to your feet, you waited for your next instructions. You watched as Harry took the handcuffs and pointed to the bed.

"Lie down."

You did as you were told, Harry cuffing you to the headboard. Your chest rose and fell with anticipation as he hovered over you, his breath on your face.

"You're gonna do as I say, right?"

You nodded in response, recalling the last time when he didn't want you to speak.

"Good girl," he smirked. "Now open your legs wide for me."

His hand on your thigh to help guide you where he wanted you, you lifted your knees and opened wide. Harry slid his hand between your breasts, down your stomach to your awaiting wetness. He grinned when two fingers easily entered you. You let out a cross between a gasp and a moan and he began to pump hard, his eyes burning into yours. A third finger joined the other two and you lifted your hips.

"Why are you so fucking wet?" Harry growled, his brows furrowed.

You couldn't form any words, only moans as his hand continued to fuck you.

"Is that for me?" he asked.

You swallowed as you nodded, unable to audibly reply to his question.

"Fuck yeah, it is."

Harry slid his fingers out, situating himself between your legs. Your thighs trembled as he aimed his cock at your entrance. Grabbing your left thigh, he thrust into you hard. You both groaned loudly, your head thrown back against the pillow. As he pumped faster, you quickly began to feel the burn in your core, your muscles involuntarily contracting. Harry noticed it too as he cursed.

"Jesus Christ, you feel so fucking good!"

"Ha-harry!" you cried. You wanted so badly to touch him, to rake your fingers down his back, but the restraints made it impossible.

"Yeah, baby, you love my cock, don't you?"

"Yes!" you exclaimed.

"You love it when I fill you up, when I go deep."

"Yes!"

Just as you let out your last moan of pleasure, Harry thrust deeper than ever, hitting your sweet spot.

"Fuck me, Harry!" you cried as you came, your knees lifted up as far as possible.

Harry pumped a few more times before letting out a guttural moan, his body trembling over yours. Collapsing on top of you, he buried his head in your neck, nibbling on your shoulder.

"Shit..." he groaned as he lifted up, reaching to unlock the handcuffs.

You chuckled lightly, rubbing your wrists once they were free.

"Sorry, did I hurt you?" Harry inquired.

"Not at all," you grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Not even a little?" he pouted.

You giggled louder. "Okay, maybe a little. But I liked it."

A sexy smile spread across his face as he rolled onto his side to face you.

"Me too," he said before planting another kiss on your lips.

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[kissedbyjonsnow]

✨ TITLE: “A Better Pillow”

🕰️ RATING: M (Mature)

📍 PAIRING: Sir Henry Muck x Fem Reader

🩶 WARNINGS: suggestive content, light dom/sub dynamics, possessiveness, explicit language, kinks, loads of breast fondling foreplay, a bit of age gap dynamics, Henry being Henry.

📖 SUMMARY: After a rough day of a board meeting, Henry doesn’t want to talk. He just needs her delicate breasts to bury his whole face on.

(this is my first fanfic on Tumblr so please don't judge me 😭)

The door slammed with a violent thud, echoing down the hallway like a warning shot. Henry staggered in, cheeks flushed a deep rouge from whatever obscenely expensive poison he’d been necking all night. His tie was askew, curls damp with sweat, pupils blown wide beneath the dim overhead light. “I’m absolutely fucking blotto,” he slurred, voice syrupy with posh bravado. “Swear to God, I was halfway through a client dinner fantasising about your tits in my mouth like a man possessed. It's humiliating.” He kicked off his brogues with a snarl, eyes never leaving yours. “My entire day’s been a car crash of repressed urges and half-chubs under the goddamn boardroom table. And now look at me—needy as a bloody teenager even though I'm a decade older than you.”

He paused, breath hitching, tone dropping low—dangerously soft.

“C’mere, sweetheart. Let me ruin you just a bit. For medicinal purposes.”

"You alright babe?"

You were sitting on the corner of his bed..

"Do I look alright? Christ I'm failing too badly... Spent the entire fucking evening listening to some absolute twat from Barclays drone on about portfolio risk like he invented the bloody concept,” he spat, pacing. “Sat there nodding like a good little boy while he flexed his bonus and breathed through his mouth. I swear, I nearly put my fork through his eye.”

You gently cupped his bearded cheeks

"I can feel you Henry.. you had a crappy day.. but I'm here.. with you.. tell me.. tell me how to make you feel better?.. I'd do anything for you"

Henry smirked at you..

“And all the while, you know what I was thinking? I was thinking about your bloody body. About how soft you are. About your tits. Couldn’t concentrate worth a damn. You want to make me feel better? Then bare your breasts for me yeah?"

You obeyed your boss and took your bra off..

"Gods those damn perfect tits are going to be the death of me.. I can't stop thinking of kissing them over and over and over again"..

As he sat on the bed you stood in front of him.. you could feel his warm breathe between the valley of your breasts..

"Go on Henry.. let me be your pillow then.. take all of me.. Watching you fall apart is the last thing I want.. I Love you so much.. why don't you get it?"

Henry looked up at you with those needy brown puppy eyes..

"I need you, now. No small talk. No questions. Just let me forget all those wankers and do something I won’t regret in the morning but probably should. Will you let me suckle on your nipples? That's exactly what I need right now"

He latched his mouth around your left nipple before you could even say anything.. his warmth and wetness of his mouth was driving you insane.. you let out a soft moan first embracing his head against your breasts holding the back of his head.. then you kept chanting his name like that's the only thing you remember.

"oh god Henry.. mmmm keep going.. god you're so good at this.. ahhh fuck"

He swirled that skillful tongue around your hard sensitive nipples.. he kept doing it alternately on both sides of your breasts but he loved the left one better because he could feel your little heart's pounding.. probably chanting his name..

He was suckling on one side and grabbing the other breast with his soft warm hands as if they were his stress balls.. he gently squeezed them whenever he felt stressed.

"Henry..baby why don't you lie down on me? You look.."

"Absolutely knackered?.. yeah I know"

"well..this bearded baby needs some rest too.."

"Your bearded baby huh? Suckling on your tits never makes me tired.. mind you.."

He gently grazed his teeth all over your breasts and kissed every damn inch of them.

"well.. therapy never felt like this.. promise me no matter how badly I mess things up you'd always embrace my head between your tits like this and let me bury my whole face on them?"

You ran your fingers through his dense, dark, a little overgrown curly hair...

"I love how your bearded cheeks tickle my bare skin"

"I just got the motivation to never go for a clean shaven look.. don't worry love I will keep rubbing my cheeks on your bare skin.. that's what you want innit?"

You gently nodded yes and let Henry bury his whole face on your breasts once again until he fell asleep on you, open mouthed, drooling all over your chest.. you didn't wipe them off.. you loved how it felt on your skin.. you let it absorb in your bare skin.. he slept well.. you couldn't.

[urm0o0m]

Synopsis: You come back home from work to find a note on your front door. The note contains some disturbing things that no one would know unless they were following you.

Content Warning: Yandere(?), fucking in the forest, boot humping, fear play, blackmail (?), chasing, Mdom!, brain rot, AFAB sub!, rough mdom receiving oral, biting, breath play and creampie. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ

y/n is getting ready to enter her house on a Friday evening when she sees a note on the door. “Get dressed in that pretty skin tight dress that you have and when the sun sets, meet me in the woods behind the house.” y/n looks at the note, puzzled and notices words on the back. “The one you wore to the club a week ago - Secret Admirer” y/n’s eyes widened. A week ago she was in Austria. 

y/n knew no one down there but she went for a little vacation. She hadn’t told anyone where she was going either. y/n unlocks her front door and walks inside. She drops her bag and loosens her work tie. y/n removes her shoes and puts on her house slippers before texting her best friend, asking what to do about the admirer when she notices something peculiar. y/n sees something she recognizes.

 Not something that belongs to her. But to a male that she had hooked up with while in Austria. It was a stained glass vase sitting on her coffee table.  When y/n had gone back to her hook-ups place she had commented on a beautiful stained glass vase. He said “One of a kind” but this one had blood on it. There was an envelope propped up on it. y/n grabbed the envelope. 

Inside it held a polaroid picture of her best friend tied up and being held captive. The caption to the polaroid said “I’ll see you at sunset” with a poorly drawn heart. y/n’s heart sank to her stomach and saw that the sun was close to getting ready to set. She quickly rushed up the steps, desperate to save her best friend. y/n gets to her room and there is another note.

 “Make sure you get yourself prettied up properly for me and not like how to did it for that man. He was weak. I’m better for you Doll <3” With shaky hands y/n applies some make-up, curling her hair and putting on some clear lip gloss. y/n walks down the steps, black with red bottom heels in hand before slipping them on and walking out your back door and into the woods. 

As y/n walks it sounds as if there are speakers in the woods and the song “Eat Your Young” by Hozier is playing around her. A twig behind her snaps. Her head whips around only to be met with the sun in her face. “It’s golden hour” y/n says softly as she continues to walk when another twig snaps, this time to the right of her. y/n looks that way when suddenly a bright light flashes at her. 

“Somethings not right,” She mutters to herself. Someone exhales on her right ear. “Run” y/n shudders and begins running north. Every time she slows down it's as if she hears someone breathing heavily right behind her, causing her to pick up her pace. With her lungs and calves burning, she makes it to a clearing which reveals a cliff behind her house and she turns her back to the water and looks at the way she came from. 

y/n collapses onto the ground breathing heavily and observing her battered state. Heels lost in the forest whilst running from her pursuer. Hair a mess. She realizes her make-up is probably messed up too. After convincing herself she's just driven herself wild and that no one was there. She turns to look at the sunset and someone grabs her by the waist.

“Got you~” The white haired male says. y/n attempts to break free from his grasp while yelling “Who are you?!” His smile falters. “You don’t remember me?” His grip loosens and she releases herself and just stares at him. He removes his blindfold and says “I-It’s me!” The man says, beautiful eyes staring into her soul. y/n takes a step back, fear plastered all over her face.

 “I-I’m sorry I don’t know you” He shakes his head. “No no that’s not possible. You have to remember me. It’s me Satoru” Gojo says, desperately trying to get y/n to remember him. The name sets y/n off. “Satoru? As in Satoru Gojo?” Satoru’s smile re-appears. “So you do remember me!” y/n blushes. “I couldn’t forget you if I tried. We went to high school together. I h-had a crush on you” His head turns to the side. “Had?” Gojo asks. 

Things begin piecing together for y/n and she says “Wait where is b/n?!” He scoffs. “Why are you worried about them right now?” y/n’s brows furrow together. “Did you kill that guy from Austria?!” Satoru groans, rubbing his temples in frustration. “They don’t matter right now Doll” Satoru steps closer to y/n and she steps back, closer to the edge. Satoru grabs y/n’s hand and pulls her closer to him, their bodies touching.

 Gojo leans down and whispers in her ear. “I can feel the heat radiating off of your dirty cunt. You enjoyed being chased, didn't you?” y/n’s head turns to the side, ashamed of her body betraying her true feelings. I bet you’d like it if I took you right here. Wouldn’t Doll?” y/n nods slowly and he chuckles. “My my. I’m sorry Doll. I didn’t even get a chance to compliment you. You look so beautiful right now” 

She scoffs. “I look like a mess,” Gojo nods. “But the look on your face, the way your dress is torn, revealing your f/c thong. You wanted this to happen didn’t you? Putting on such slutty panties for a stranger” He pulls y/n by her hair, forcing her head to the side and he bites her neck and she lets out a soft moan. Gojo’s hands make quick work of her dress, ripping it at the seams and slipping it off of her. 

y/n gasps, not expecting him to do that. Satoru lays the dress out on the ground and has her sit on it. Gojo then unzips his pants, takes his cock out of his boxers and says “Open” y/n obediently opens her mouth and he slips himself into her mouth. “Fuck your mouth…It’s better than I imagined” He slides deeper inside of her entering her throat and her eyes water as he brings her head to the base, her nose touching his crotch. 

Satoru groans, trying to find his footing and his shoe brushes against y/n’s clothed clit. y/n moans around his cock and he chuckles. “So desperate for some pleasure” Gojo says, pushing his foot up into her cunt as he beacons her to grind against his boot and she follows his lead. Satoru begins picking up his pace and watching y/n grind against his boot, occasionally applying pressure. 

Gojo slips his cock out of her throat and y/n coughs, trying to regain her breath only for him to shove himself back inside of her mouth. y/n whimpers, feeling her breath caught in her throat as Gojo continues his assault on her mouth. He pulls out once more and flips y/n onto her stomach, alining himself up with her cunt. y/n wiggles her ass in the air and he chuckles before slapping her ass.

 “So eager to be filled with my cock aren't you?” y/n shudders. “Please Satoru,”  Gojo laughs. “As you wish Darling” Satoru slammed himself into her, pulling her body up to have her back pressed against his chest. She moans loudly and he bites her ear before reaching around with his free hand, rubbing her clit.

 y/n’s head clouds with lust as she completely forgets about her best friend, the blood stained vase in her living room and her supposed crush from high school fucking her in the forest in her backyard. He stops rubbing her clit and Satoru’s hand makes its way up to her throat, fingers wrapping around her throat and squeezing harshly, cutting off her air. y/n’s legs begin to shake as her orgasm builds up. 

“S-satoru! G-gonna make me c-c-cum~” Gojo laughs. “Don’t you fucking dare cum. I want you to cum with me Darling” He says, grip tightening around her neck as his pace grows faster and she gasps for air, trying to regain some slack on her neck to breathe. She fails to do so and she whimpers as Satoru continues to fuck into her cunt. Gojo smiles, biting her ear and his dick twitching inside of her.

“Do you wanna cum with me Darling?” y/n tries to nod but Storu’s hand holds her neck in place. He bites her neck, leaving dark marks in the place of his mouth. “Go ahead. Cum for me Doll~” When Satoru says those words he releases y/n’s throat allowing her to take a deep breath in and screams out in pleasure. y/n’s screams tips Gojo over the edge of ecstasy and he releases inside of her before letting go of her body, allowing it to fall the rough ground beneath him. y/n whimpers, cunt tightening around nothing as the sun had already set. 

“I love you y/n. No one can get in the way of our love for each other <3"

Word Count: 1,562

[gwiyeounsonyeon]

out of all the people you write for in cod watchdogs and strangerthings who is most to least kinky

COD i dont think a lot of these men would be diabolically kinky, like they see enough shit on a daily basis, i think they just want to be loved.

BUT-

Konig and Ghost are at the top of the list, they're into some weird shit konig moreso they're both into size difference stuff, like,

ghost cant get over how small you feel in his hands, it turns him on so fast. he covers up for it by teasing you or playfully being mean, bullying your cock if its smaller than his, poking fun at how wet your cunt is when he hasn't even touched you yet, stuff like that...

i also think he might be into bullying or degradation, not to him of course, if you try to bully him he gets all fussy but as soon as the tables are turned hes relentless.

konig LOVES your size difference, i wholeheartedly believe this man is a sub-leaning, he can still dom he just needs to be in the mood for it first but thats pretty rare. so if you're tiny and you can still dom someone the size of him hes head over heals swooning for you. if you top him AND dom him hes actually in love.

hes got some other nasty kinks as well, i can feel it

third place is a close tie between soap and price,

price is super into taboo stuff, it just takes a minute to unlock that side of him. he likes being called daddy and sir and LOVES roleplay

soap is an exhibitionist, you can't argue with me on this one. he pulling you to every little nook and cranny he knows of and having at it. there was one point in his life where he couldn't have sex in normal places like he just couldn't get hard at all unless there was a chance you could get caught.

Stranger Things

first place is Johnathan, youu know that saying i think its like the quiet people are always the freakiest.

hes nasty, i can feel it in my bones.

he LOVES taking photos of you and himself, he gets off on knowing you're probably jerking off to one of his pictures.

slight exhibitionist, he likes going to develop his photos in public dark rooms, the thought of someone seeing one gets him all hot and bothered.

hes kind of into cnc, as far as his photos, nothing more than taking pictures of you without you knowing you've already consented before

next in line HAS got to be eddie, theres someone i cant remember the name of who hc's him as a virgin and i whole heartedly believe it, hes had so much time to just sit and think, hes got so many filthy little fantasies and hes so pent up

he likes being edged, hes only thought about it, every time hes tried he ends up getting too desperate and making himself cum anyway, if its by accident or not.

he gets off on being called a pervert, maybe a freak but only if its in an explicitly playful way, theres a fine line and honestly its better to steer clear of degradation unless he states he wants it outright.

he likes being made to say what he wants, he likes to act confident and stuff but as soon as it comes to actually having sex hes so nervous.

i also think he really latches onto nonsexual domination, not like anything aggressive just if you nonchalantly do something that strikes as dominant in your every day life he starts getting hot and bothered like, telling him to do something "answer the phone, I'm busy" or "move i need to get over there" he likes a man who can assert himself without being overly aggressive.

steve and controversially billy have to be the most vanilla,

as much as i want to say steve is a kinky degenerate, hes not. hes a rich white boy with no parents, he probably just wants to be comforted during sex.

but that doesnt mean he wont try things you want to try, hes open to suggestions you have. the kinkiest thing hes ever initiated would probably be heavy making out along with some frottage in a public bathroom.

billy is heavily traumatized and very like self-repressive and oppressive, he hates himself for being gay and he probably won't let you touch him like that for the longest time.

WATCH DOGS!!!!!!!!!!!! i was so excited to get this one, i never get watch dogs asks but i love my babies sm

first on the list is wrench, duh. the guys a fucking degenerate, he wants to try any and everything, no matter what it is.

i think his personal favorites are choking, cameras/filming, wearing women's underwear, and exhibitionism less so in legion

he doesnt like being called or calling you daddy unironically, it gives him the ick if its done seriously.

second is probably jordi. the more i think about it the more i think he might be kinkier than wrench but jori knows what he likes whereas wrench will do anything.

jordis into objectifying, hes not really the kind of guy to turn to a sex worker, i see him as a fuck buddies guy purely because he thinks hes too old/his job is too much to have a real relationship with you but he still acts like your boyfriend and he gets possessive in the way where he stalks you and your socials for more info about that new guy you're hanging out with. he wants to be the only guy you fuck and what he wants he gets.

jordi also favorites rough sex and choking and he likes cumming inside you whether you like it or not.

hes also super into spending money on you but only when it benefits him, he'll whine and complain if you ask him to buy you a charger or something but hes all over buying you like expensive ass lingerie or something

in last place is marcus, im sorry but he doesn't give me kinky vibes, the kiniest hes ever gotten was playing the weekend and turned the leds red while you fucked

[exodusmc]

Darling

Genre: Vampire au, smut, 1800s au, moulin rouge inspired

Words: 5313

Paring: Taehyung x Y/n ( female prounouns) X Jungkook

Warning!: hinting at murder, hinting to prostitution, alcohol, oral ( f and m receving), pet names, light dirty talk, penetrating sex without condom, fingering, thigh riding, technically sex in public, biting and blood drinking, more of a dom Tae and sub jk.

a/n: So this idea came from no where and I have based some details on the history of moulin rouge. I was writing smut for Hoongjong from ateez but it didnt really go anywhere so you get this instead. in other news, I'm not really sure what is happening with Baekhyun and exo but i will support them no matter what! ps will post insider soon...

Gif is not mine 

The light around then was dim and a reddish tone. Velvet surrounded most walls and furniture, gold and tassels trying to up the class of the place. Taehyung watched with heavy eyes as Jungkook flirted with some daughter of a rich man. Sweet smoke filled the room and Taehyung popped the first couple of his buttons in his white shirt. He sure was scandalous with only a black vest and rolled up sleeves but it was the whole idea of the club. He could smell a faint touch of sex in the air and any more flirting by Jungkook would sure make it more prominent.  Taehyung's younger friend had lost his tie a long time ago as well and his collarbones sparkled with glitter. 

He stood from his seat and strolled over to the two of them, smirking down to the blushing girl. She was breathless, glossy eyes and under their fingertips. On her chest laid an expensive necklace and he knew they had hit the jackpot. 

“Why don't you come with us, pretty dove…” he grabbed her shoulders, whispering deep in her ear. 

The hunger in Jungkook’s eyes made him look almost insane but that was what Taehyung liked about him, the switch between pleasure and pain. Besides, he too felt the grip slip with the scent of her sweet sweet blood. 

- 

Paris sure was different from London, more cigarettes and pastries, definitely more sun. Jungkook squinted at the gleaming orb, coffee in hand and a frown etched between his dark eyebrows. 

“Sometimes I miss the rain….” he grumbled and Taehyung smiled lightly as he flipped the paper, eyes following the headline. The death of the rich Adaline, the vampires have come to Paris! Jungkook groaned as he too read the title. “ I knew we should have left her somewhere else…”

“You don't need to worry…they don't have a clue of who we are…” Taehyung glanced around at all the people around them.” Where we leave the bodies means nothing as long as we hunt carefully..”

“Sure..” Jungkook huffed out angrily.” But pawning their stuff sure as hell becomes harder when everyone is on the lookout.”

Jungkook dropped the necklace Adaline had worn on the table, leaning back on the chair, chest muscles pushing against his brown vest and white button shirt. 

“Don't be a brat…We don't need money now so we don't need to pawn it in this second…” Taehyung hissed, placing the paper on the table and putting the jewelry in his pocket.” But maybe don't show off it in the meantime…”

“Whatever…” Jungkook started to drink his coffee again, sip after sip which did nothing but make them look more normal. “Where are we going tonight? I still feel hungry.”

Taehyung tsked at the younger boy and his constant hunger. He couldn't remember it being so bad when two years had passed since he turned. 

“I don't know…go look yourself, you’re old enough.” a smile spread over Taehyung’s face at the scowl on Jungkook.

Taehyung wasn't an old vampire himself, only having been immortal for ten years, but he still was Jungkook’s maker and it made him feel better knowing the boy still looked for his guidance.

“I think you can hunt alone now, nothing has gone wrong in a while..” one reason they had moved from London was the growing worry of vampires from the humans and the fact that Jungkooks recklessness caught up to them. He had gone on a spree when he was a mere day and Taehyung was still on that high that had made him turn Jungkook in the first place so he couldn't stop his creation before it was too late. Jungkook had cried so much, still remembering how it was to be human, but it didn't seem to bother him anymore. 

“Well, I don't want to leave right when we got here…” Jungkook didn't trust himself, their feedings still almost always ended in Taehyung needing to pull him off whoever he had seduced that night. 

“No worries Jungkook…just do what you always do and it will be fine..” Taehyung shrugged his shoulders, black hair falling in locks over his forehead while his smile sent chills down Jungkook’s spine. 

-

You were putting the last touches on your costume, fingers playing with the red lipstick and feathers on your head, even patting on your hair. This wasn't your first performance but it was the first time your outfit was like it was. The skirt was red with black details and in the same length it had always been, just like the black thigh highs, but the top…It was a net of pearls and red threads which clung to your breasts and back. One wrong move and it would drop. 

“I don't know about this…” Juliette, a girl who had been here a little longer than you stopped darkening her eyelashes. 

“What?” she wore the same clothing as you but her breast was even bigger. “ It will be fine, besides Charles wants to make it different..”

She stood behind you and started to powder you with the sparkling substance, putting it on your shoulders and  collarbones. 

“Show time girls!” Lynette’s voice jumped between the mirrors in the dancers lounge and you took one last breath before standing up. 

Big lights hung over the middle of the floor and the sides were as full as they usually are, but you couldn't really make out anyone due to the dimer lighting on the sides. The music started and you followed the rhythm with your friends around you, sweat forming as you moved around. Legs lifted and you would never get used to the breeze trailing up your thighs. Turing and doing the splits, up again to lift your leg as high as you could, grateful for the stability of Juliette to your side. Your pulse hammered and you wore that ever lasting smile that was mandatory. The pearls felt like touches over your skin and you missed the more structured top from last week's performance. 

The crowd broke out in cheers, the clapping of their hands buzzing in your ears, as your group to the final pose. Your chest heaved up and down, all the smoke making it harder to breathe. Juliette shifted to your side as the lights dimmed over your head. You always felt this rush to get back to the lounge, take off the smeared makeup and needles holding your hair accessories in place. 

“Good work.” Good, not great…

Lynette watched everyone of her show girls, a frown on her bright lips. Something had gone wrong or she would have been happier now. Maybe a high class patron had shown displeasure or Charls were on her again about making the number…more. 

“Y/n, Chloè, Desiree and Elaine…”lines formed over Lynette’s forehead as she looked through her little black book. You were sure she had her life in that book. “You work the floor..”

Working the floor ment serving drinks to the highest payers and strutting around to make the patrons pay more for special services. Juliette gave you a petty look, her night coming to an end now. 

“I’ll see you later then?” she asked lowly as you started to better your makeup, instead of taking it off. 

“Yes, good night…”the two of you lived wall to wall where most of the dancers had their homes. Small rooms with small kitchens, small everything really. But it was all you could afford, having escaped the threat of working in the industries. 

“Do..do we wear these tops?” Elaine asked ever so carefully, watching Lynette with those wide wide black eyes. She was cute and had this innocence to her but you knew that wasn't the case.

“Yes, now go!” all the girls rushed out and you sighed at the long night this would be.

   You spent most time with a man who owned some sort of mine in another country, a man who was very willing to spend money on drinks and food. He tried to get you to eat and drink but that was against the rules, never take from the guests unless it’s in the form of cash. It didn't mean you had sneaked one or two cigarettes and a little wine in your days there. 

“Now now mister! Please drink up..”your smile was sickle sweet as you got him to drink more, hoping he would become too inebriated to ask for more. There were rooms all over the club, private rooms. You knew that some girls like that aspect of the job but you wondered if their explanations were the truth. 

Most of your customers were in his league of class but on the odd would someone with less money seek you out. Those were usually the fun nights, the nights you could feel like a girl again.

One more hour went by with you on his lap, feeding him and letting him feel the very flesh that built you, until his friends had to help him home. It made you relax, seeing him disappear and the fact that most patrons had their hands on someone already. You had not noticed the shadow in the corner watching you the whole night, not until he slipped behind you. 

Chills went down your spine as cold hands fell upon your bare shoulders, a smile so neat it looked fake. He had dark eyes and equally dark hair. A black suit jacket which followed his toned body until his waist, where it opened to rest by his hips, buttons on his shirt unbuttoned. 

“Are you finally free now, love?” he was english and gleaming under the lights.”Care to join me this time?”

He slipped down on the velvet chair, where the other man had kept you most of the night. But this man held you gently, circling your waist when had been dragged down over his lap. He didn't really smell like anything and was so cold even if you felt like you were burning. 

“Yes of course…”your hand rested on his chest and even the clothes couldn't hide the harness of his muscle. Your smile was back as well but a little more unsure. “ How can I serve you tonight?”

He groaned lowly, pulling you close until he could rest his forehead on your neck. Your pulse started to beat faster as his breath fanned over your skin. You wetted your lips, trying to remember what you were supposed to ask. 

“W-would you like a drink?” he tensed at your words. You had unknowingly asked the worst and best question.”Mr…?”

“Jungkook…my name is Jungkook” he sounded breathless and his hold had turned hard against your skin. You could feel the ghost of his lips on your collarbone and it made your blood sing, rushing to the very place he moved. 

“O-okay Mr Jungkook…” you leaned from him, watching his hazed eyes.”Can I get you anything to drink?”

“Hmm…”he looked at you through black locks, fingers not pressing into your flesh anymore.” Red wine…”

You were on your feet in seconds. He made you feel weird, all gooey and warm. Juliette was superstitious and she had warned you of vampires ever since London had a break out of blood draining deaths. You didn't believe her or the stories but maybe you were wrong. 

Jungkook stared you down when you came back, thighs spread over the seat while he sat comfortably back. You gave him the glass and stood still for a second. Should you run? No, Lynette would skin you alive. The man simply sipped on his drink and watched you with amused eyes. 

“Will you sit back down?” he placed the glass on a dark brown table, patting his right thigh.”Love, please don't leave me cool..”

So you sat down over his thigh, facing his front. Jungkook looked up at you with a soft smile, stroking his thumbs over your waist. People did most things just in the open in the club but full on sex was something people were only allowed to do in the private rooms. Still, this felt way more intimate than anything you had ever done before. 

“Do I scare you, love?” Jungkooks whole face was a trap of concern, everything but his eyes which shone with something brutal, bone breaking.”I don't want you to be…”

“N-no, you don't scare me Mr Jungkook…” you tried to smile but it was stiff. 

Jungkook brought the wine to his lips, drink one gulp before reaching the glass to your lips. You shouldn't drink and you tried to stop yourself from opening your mouth to the pleasant red liquid. 

“Such a good girl.” he smiled, making you drink the last sip before dropping the glass right on the floor. You tensed but no one batted an eye your way. 

His hands found your waist again and started to roll you over his thigh. Air caught in your throat at the action, fingers gripping his suit. Jungkook kept a steady pace, gaze locked on your reddening face. You wondered if he could feel your growing need against his pants or the shuddering of your body. 

“M-mr Jungkook…”you were breathless, shaking slightly when he made it so you landed against his chest. It gave the perfect angle from him to grind your clit on his thigh and have his nose at your neck.

“You smell divine, love..” he groaned close to your ear, moving you in a painfully slow pace.”What’s your name?”

“Y/n…It’s Y/n” you bit your lower lip, trying to stop moans from escaping. Jungkook wasn't in a rush, he took care of you like most men didn't when they were with you. 

“Beautiful…just like the rest of you..” he groaned once again near your ear, nipping slightly at the skin. 

Reality started to slip from your grasp the more he worked you, kisses trailing down to your neck and hands keeping you moving. You were close to crying over the stimulation. One rule was that the clients couldn't leave marks where they could be seen but you didn't have the heart to stop his bites and kisses, not when he made you feel so good. 

Fingers creeped under your skirt until they found your acing pussy. He was gentle as he slipped them inside you but the bite on your shoulder wasn't. You came, sitting back a little on his fingers. Jungkook captured your lips and kissed you until you came down from your high, feeling all empty when he left your insides. You were panting and his eyes were cold. Reality came back as you realised that you were still in the main room. 

Jungkook pulled you back for a harder kiss, so fast you crashed against his chest. It was hungry and teethy, breathtaking. 

“I’ll come back for you, love…”he groaned against your lips, let you sit down and feel how hard he was. “I’ll come and take you home…”

The haze you sat in made you not care for his words, more than that he would come back. 

Jungkook rose from his seat and placed you on it instead, kissing you once more. He held your gaze for a while, fighting with himself for leaving you here but he couldn't stay, not if he didn't want to ruin it all. 

“I’ll come back….”

-

Taehyung woke to the sun filtering through white curtains, the bed wide and empty. Jungkook didn't come home last night apparently but he couldn't hear screams so it most likely went well. However, the calmness was broken when the front door flew up and the aforementioned man came in with distraught hair and bloodshot eyes. 

Taehyung sat with the white bedding over his lap, hair hanging loosely over his forehead and with the sun worshiping his body. He didn't move a muscle when Jungkook threw the door to their apartment shut. 

“Good morning to you too…” he rose from the bed and put on a blue silk robe while his creation started rummaging through their emergency blood. Jungkook drank at least one liter in such a hurry some dropped down the corners of his mouth. Taehyung cleaned him with his thumb before putting the digit in his own mouth.” So tell me, what have you done?”

Jungkook looked at him with wide brown eyes, seemingly coming back to earth. 

“I-I…I found a girl…” Jungkook started and Taehyung couldn't understand why it was such a problem.” She danced at this really popular club and I spent some time with her…”

“Okay and?” Taehyung went to the fancy green chairs which stood by the tall window. Life bustled down on the street under them, the people not disturbed by vampires. 

“I didn't feed on her…” Taehyung raised an eyebrow, a little surprised and confused why Jungkook was in such a frenzy over that.”She..I don't know how to describe it but she smelled so nice and I felt like I would go insane from just tasting her skin. Can you imagine what her blood would be like?”

Taehyung watched him with dark eyes. Jungkook may be a little crazy for blood but not feeding because the idea of the blood felt too good was even crazier. 

“What are you talking about?” the sun lit Taehyung’s eyes to a burning shade, stroking over his tanned skin. 

“That’s the thing! I don't really know more than that she was the best scent I have ever encountered. She was even prettier than the other girls before I caught her scent.” Jungkook fell down on the chair before Taehyung, undoing his vest.” I couldn't stay after I made her cum because I didn't want to destroy the place or her…”

Taehyung raised an eyebrow. 

“I left and went to the forest to cool down…”a disgusted look creeped over Jungkook’s face. “I even  drank from some animal…”

“So…If I understand correctly you found a girl that seemingly has the best blood you have ever smelled and you left her, after making her cum, to eat from an animal?” Jungkook looked sheepishly at Taehyung. “Hmmm, I guess you’ll just have to bring me to her.”

-

You couldn't stop thinking about Jungkook or the whole situation. He had left so fast, left you with aching thighs. You hadn't told Juliette or anyone anything but you felt insane. 

“Come on girls! Faster” Lynette urged everyone to hurry getting ready.

You fixed your rogue one last time and glanced down on your shoulder. Jungkook had bitten you but it didn't look too bad and he hadn't left any other marks which meant you were safe from Lynette. 

The music turned up and you performed the same fast dance again with the same wide smile. Turn and lift a leg, lift the leg higher. It was a sweaty routine but the adrenaline made everything feel great. 

The crowd roared their approval once again and you slipped away with the rest of the girls, catching your breath. Juliette smiled at you, grabbing your hand with a little laugh. 

“Much better this time!” Lynette had something aching to a smile on her face.”Y/n, Chloe, Gabrielle and Gicelle on the floor.”

Again? You would have killed to get home early but the smack of the little black book closing told you that it wouldn't happen. Juliette gave you the same look as last night and you got ready to go out again. However, anticipation followed with this time. Jungkook had told you he would be back, so you swallowed and held your head high. 

People laughed and buzzed around you but it didn't take long before your wrist was captured by a cold hand. Jungkook’s hair was wilder this time around as he dragged you to a dark corner where the red velvet  curtains fell over a booth, creating an almost private room. 

Another man already sat there, sipping on red wine when the two of you walked in. Jungkook didn't waste a second to close the curtains, leaving candles to light the round table. You swallowed hard when the man made eye contact, smirking widely. 

“Hello darling…my friend has told me a lot about you.” his voice was raspy and deep, dragging like a cat’s tongue up your spine. Jungkook stood ridgid to your right.”Come sit..”

The mystery man patted to his left and you slipped down, goosebumps raising on our skin as the soft material touched you. Jungkook sat down on your other side and you felt like a trapped animal. 

“My name is Taehyung and yours is?” the mystery man asked, taking another sip of his wine.

“Y/n…it’s nice to meet you Mr Taehyung..” you swallowed again, feeling your mouth dry. You should tell them that this service would cost but you couldn't get another word out. They were both really beautiful. 

“Only Taehyung…and Jungkook is fine..” he smiled down at you, fingers capturing your chin so he could move your head to the side. “What are you going to offer us?”

Your mind blanked, eyes finding Jungkook’s intense stare. It didn't feel like he was talking about food, drinks or even sex, but you didn't know what else at the same time. 

“A-anything you can afford Mr- I mean Taehyung…” he pulled your head so you could look him in the eyes, lowly laughing at your answer. 

“Well that is great…Jungkook make our darling ready…”Taehyung let you go with a dismissive voice but you didn't have time to think more about him when Jungkook disappeared down under the table. 

You could feel his hands make their way up your legs until they reached your clothed core. He ripped the fabric off you and started assaulting your pussy with his lips, sucking and licking at everything. You barely managed to keep the scream down, leaning into the cushions behind your back. Taehyung made you lean against him instead, watching you with an amused shine in his honey eyes.  He put an arm around you while he poured more wine in his glass. Jungkook worked you closer and closer under the table, forcing your quivering thighs to stay spread. 

“He´s good with his mouth isn't he?” Taehyung smirked at your hazy eyes, drank some wine before he put his lips on yours, parting them so the red liquid could slip down your throat. You clenched your skirt, swallowing every drop until Taehyung left your lips. You came panting, back arching into Taehyung's side.”Shh shh, let it go darling…”

He whispered in your hair, taking deep breaths of you and your rushing blood. Taehyung drank more wine, looking at you with hooded eyes. 

“You should give Jungkook a reward..he has made you cum, twice..” Taehyung nodded down to where the younger one still hid, kissing your groin and stroking your thigh.” Don't you think he deserves it?”

You nodded breathlessly, watching as Taehyung leaned into you with a sinister smile.

“Tell him then, darling. Tell him he can take a sip.” you didn't understand what he meant by that but you whispered that Jungkook could and the man didn't waste a second to bite down on the inside of your thigh. 

Jungkook drank greedily from your body and you should scream or run but a rush of adrenaline turned the sligh pain to pleasure. You threw your head back crying out into your hand. It felt like you were getting off again and Taehyung’s lips on your collarbones didn't make things easier. 

“Now now…We need to be careful with our darling…” Taehyung pushed Jungkook until he detached from your thigh. “Don't forget to kiss the wound…”

Jungkook came up from under your skirt again, mouth covered in your cum and a small string of blood. His irises shone bright red and his plush lips were pushed down by sharp canines. 

“Is our darling slut ready? Hmm?” Taehyung laughed at the sight of his creation but was a little jealous that he got to taste you first deep down.

“Yes and she tastes divine…”Jungkook could suck you dry right then and there but he was happy Taehyung didn't let him. 

“In which way?” the man to your side laughed lightly as he spoke, kissing the top of your head.”Are you ready for the main event darling?”

You gasped as he pushed the wine off the table, placing you right on it. Both men stood looming over you, Jungkook by your head and Taehyung between your thighs. He ripped your skirt in half, left your lower half cool to the air. Long, slender fingers slid down fabric as Taehyung undressed from his shirt, leaving you to stare at his skin. He dropped his slacks and underwear, cock hard and eager for your wetness. His hand found your hips and you could feel the tip of his cock as he moved it up and down. 

“Do you want me in you, slut?” you quivered, eyes squeezing shut as you nodded.”Say it!”

“Yes! Yes I want you inside me, please~~” Taehyung pushed inside your pussy, taking care to let you adjust but it was hard not moving directly in your heat. He groaned over you and rolled his hips carefully. 

Jungkook was painfully hard over your head, muscles on display since he had lost his shirts somewhere along the line. You could see his cock strain against the fabric of his pants.

“Uh Uh…focus on me, slut..” Taehyung left your pussy, just to push completely inside you again.”He has had his fun, it's my turn now.”

He angled his hips in a way which hit a spot which sent stars to your gaze. You moaned loudly, hands coming to grasp his soft hair. Taehyung leaned over you, moved so deep and fast you felt like it was hard to breathe. He kissed between the junction of your neck and shoulder, small small kisses until he bit and pierced your skin. Blood moved from your to him as he fucked you hard on the table. He drank and drank, groaning against your skin. 

Jungkook moaned over your head. He couldn't touch you yet but he couldn't stop himself from stroking his cock at the sight of Taehyung fucking you hard, of him drinking your delicate blood. 

“Fuck…” Taehyung left your neck and smiled at his creations' breathy whisper.”She looks so good”

Taehyung licked his red stained lips, his irises also red now. 

“You were right…” he straightened from your body, groaning as he pushed into you. “She is delicious…our little slut..”

Jungkook gave the older one a hopeful eye and Taehyung felt like being nice today, besides being so hard must hurt. He pushed you closer to the other edge of the table, keeping a steady hold and pace. You could feel him in the deepest parts of yourself. 

“Go ahead Jungkook, use her little mouth..” your eyes widened as Jungkook pushed slowly past your lips, shuddering as you desperately tried to swallow around him.

“So good…” Jungkook petted your cheek with affection in his red eyes. “Such a good girl.”

He pushed until you couldn't take more, gurgling around his cock. Taehyung had been still until he thought you were okay, then he moved with an eagerness that hadn't been there before. He lifted one of your legs so it could rest on his shoulder and it pushed you deeper on Jungkook’s cock. The boy threw his head back but all you saw was hard abs. Teras and spit ran all over your face, your body in their complete control. You felt a sharp pain shoot from just above your knee when Taehyung bit you again, sucking the warm blood from your veins. Jungkook leaned over the table, completely filling your throat and mouth, and kissed Taehyung to get a taste of your blood. His fingers threaded through Taehyung’s hair as he moved in and out of your pussy. 

“Greedy brat…” Taehyung laughed but ended the sound with a groan as you clamped down on him, struggling to breathe slightly.”You need to let our slut breathe Jungkook…”

He left your mouth with a wet pop, cock dripping in your spit as you caught slightly while air rushed down to your lungs. Taehyung kept moving in and out of you, hand pressing down on your lower stomach. You whined out, eyes managing to catch Jungkook’s before he moved back into your mouth. You were pushed between the two of them, listening to the wet sounds echo in your ears. 

Jungkook removed your thread shirt and flicked at your nipples, groaning when you swallowed around his cock. Taehyung loved the sight of your flushed flesh and stuffed pussy, your heat made him almost burst right then and there. Jungkook played some more with your breasts before he leaned down and bit the side of your stomach. They boy couldn't get enough of your blood and he cummed down your throat with one last hard suck from you. The mixture of cumming and tasting your blood made him lightheaded. He tasted saltier than other men but it wasn't unpleasant, not when Taehyung pushed at your spot. 

He grabbed your waist and sat down on the cushioned seat. A dazzling smile filled your vision as he met your falling body. 

“Such a good slut…You did great…” he stroked over your hair, stroked the inside of your pussy. 

You panted over him, head falling back as he sunk his teeth into the top of your left breast. One hand held you up right while the other trailed down to your clit. Taehyung knew he was close so he wanted you to cum for him. It didn't take long for him to get you there, back arching into his mouth while your pussy clenched on him, milking him for all his worth. You almost screamed as you came a second time that night, collapsing into his hard body. 

Taehyung laughed a little breathy over your shoulder, maneuvering the two of you until he could slip out of you. He kissed every place someone had bit you so the wounds would close up. He was very gentle, so gentle that you had a hard time keeping your eyes open or maybe it was the blood loss. 

“It’s okay darling, rest…” he whispered into your ear, getting Jungkook to drape his coat over your cooling body. 

Most of your clothes had been destroyed so the two of them would have to go shopping for you and you would need food, preferably something high on iron. Taehyung smiled down at your sleeping form, cleaning your face a little from smeared makeup and saliva.

“Come on Jungkook, we need to get her back…”

-

You sat up fast, eyes scanning a light blue walled big room. You were aching and only covered by a white silk cover. The sun shone into the room through thin curtains, moving slightly with a soft breeze from the opened window. Memories of last night, or at least you thought it was from last night, flickered in your mind. The crushing feeling of cumming and sharp teeth. You looked at your thigh and could see two faint marks on it but if you didn't know to look there, they would be almost undetectable. 

The door was suddenly pushed opened and in came the two men in your memories. Jungkook smiled wide and Taehyung came to kiss the top of your head. 

“Morning darling, slept well?” he let go of his bags, fabrics poking out of them. 

Jungkook dropped his outerwear and vest, crawling up the bed until he could pull you close to him, face resting in the crook of your neck. Taehyung did the same and took your other side, stroking his fingers over your covered stomach. Red eyes flashed in your mind and you realised Juliette had been right.

[scary-movies-on-netflix]

HOST (2020)

It’s the beginning of lockdown in 2020, and a couple of friends decide to hang out on Zoom!  For fun!  One of them has hired a medium so they can perform a virtual séance!  For fun!

The medium seems nice enough, but the dude member of the group (Ted) has to drop out when his girlfriend cuts off his feed.  Nothing much happens.  They hear a bump.  One girl feels a hand on her shoulder, but then another girl feels a hand around her throat!  She senses someone named “Jack,” a friend from school who has recently hanged himself!  The medium’s internet goes out, and after a minute the last girl, Jemma, admits that she made it all up.  Her friend, Haley, who organized the séance is pissed.  The girls start arguing, but Haley’s chair is suddenly dragged away by an unseen force!

Spooks start to occur, mostly involving seeing images of hanged people.  They call the medium, who is disappointed that Jemma fabricated her experience and darkly hints that they might have summoned “demonic” forces.  The call is dropped, but Haley leads the girls through an ending ceremony, and the girls calm down because they sense that the spooks have ended!  But, we know that they have not ended! 

Radina: Her boyfriend disappears, but then he drops down from the ceiling!  Radina tries to run out of the apartment, but she is dragged back inside and then her camera never moves again.  I assume she is killed.

Caroline:  She earlier went up into her attic.  Her friends saw dangling feet, but she saw nothing.  At first, she seems fine because she has a fake, repeating background of her walking through her room, but then we see her face being bashed multiple times against the keyboard.  I assume she is killed

Haley: She started the call, remember?  Something drags her by the legs into the hallway and the door slams shut.  I assume she is killed.

Ted: He who logged off earlier.  He comes back, but then he is chased around by spirits.  His girlfriend is lifted into the air, her neck is broken, and then her body is dumped into the pool.  Ted is spooked by his dead grandmother’s music box, and then he is knocked out and burned alive.

Emma: She has an involved spooking.  First, she sees a digitized face floating in her house.  She spreads around flour and sees footsteps heading in her direction!  She very sensibly hides under her blankets.  She hears a noise and stares at her darkened doorway.  Emma tosses a blanket into the air, and it lands on an invisible figure!  She runs outside, but she is lifted up into the air and dropped on a table.

Jemma: She who faked the first spook and prompted this entire debacle.  She breaks quarantine and runs over to Haley’s house.  Her friends one by one log out of the Zoom call.  A bottle of wine flies through the air and bonks her on the head.  Jemma gets up and finds Haley hiding in the rear bedroom.  (They bump elbows instead of hugging.)  They slowly walk to the front of the apartment.  Haley repeatedly fires off the flash of her instant camera, and they finally see a ghoul lunging at them.

The Zoom calls because they’ve reached the time limit for their free accounts.  The end.

This was good, a solid entry into the “found footage” sub-genre, but there are some differences from the usual format, as we can see all of the actors’ faces nearly all of the time.  Otherwise, we’ve seen this same conceit before, such as in “Unfriended” (2014) and “Unfriended: Dark Web” (2018).  This movie works well within the context of its time (i.e. quarantine and Zoom calls) and sounds like something a bunch of bored friends might do.  The characters aren’t much more than outlines, but the filmmakers did provide them with some personality in the short running time (less than an hour).  The frights aren’t novel, but they’re well-executed and all tie together thematically.  A short, fun film overall.

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[devnmon]

the round room, 1:45 a.m.

Warnings: NSFW, sub!emily, semi-public sex, oral (emily!receiving), posessive!reader, reader covering em's mouth with a tie, degradation kink lowkey, 3 different positions bc im a whore, pussy slapping, reader is also wearing a shirt and tie

Summary: You find Emily among the last of the individuals in the BAU building at night. What happens afterwards is a venture in itself.

wc: 2.3k

a/n: heyy welcome to my first Emily Prentiss fic! I've been wanting to write for her but forgot for a while. So here is a rare sub!emily fic; she's usually written as a dom, but this is based off my own hcs of her. i <3 this fic and i hope u all do too. more to come soon xx

A long day's work had finally come to a head.

Currently, it was late at night, after hours in the BAU office. You continuously read through many case files that were due on Hotch's desk first thing in the morning. It wasn't until the whole bullpen had cleared out, that you concluded the final report.

For the first time in a while, you glanced at the now darkened area around you.

The clock on the wall read 1:45 a.m., which wasn't the usual overtime hours for you at the BAU. Usually your profiler team was out in the field, working on a case for about a week. Unfortunately, it happened to be a night of paperwork and long hours in the office.

The only belongings you saw at the surrounding desks were Reid's bag and sweater. Any other light source still on besides your lamp were the one on Reid's desk, and the few slivers of light that beamed through the slightly open blinds from the round table room.

From the bullpen, you could tell there was someone inside.

You pondered who the movement behind the blinds belonged to. A moment later, you heard a stack of folders drop to the floor. That was enough to raise you from your seat, making your way towards the sound.

A low voice muttered behind the ajar door, which hung open a little less than halfway. Your hand pressed against it, revealing Emily hunched over on the floor, reaching for each of the files she'd dropped. You saw the back side of her black hair, trying to clean up the plethora of tan folders, not having noticed you yet.

"Need help with those?" You asked lowly, trying not to startle the woman from outside the door. Upon speaking, Emily jumped a bit before she turned around, then immediately relaxed once she saw you.

"Hey... yeah. Thanks." She breathed, a little startled that someone else was at the office as late as her. The two of you gathered each of the files, making sure they all contained the correlating pieces of paper they needed. When the folders were placed neatly back in a pile, Emily placed it on the table, sighing in content. Still shorter than her with the both of you in heeled boots, you looked up at her with a smile.

"You alright? Must be tired, it's almost two. Shit, we've been here so long that even Hotch beat us home."

She chuckled at the rarity of that ever happening.

Somehow there was no doubt that you both (and probably Reid) were the only ones left here for the night.

"I'm exhausted. Been working on this caseload all damn week.. but now that I'm finally done, I can go home and relax." The dark haired woman replied with a flirtatious smirk. Right away, you knew what she meant.

"Mhm... but I can't wait to get home. I want you now..." Your breathy voice made Emily clench around nothing, remembering all the times you'd hit the spots that drove her crazy.

She bit her lip, immediately pulling you in by the tie for a kiss, the few soft pecks becoming deeper with each one she left on your mouth.

“Been thinking about you all day..” Emily muttered, your lips began to travel down her neck, breathing becoming heavier. She felt a gush of heat in her core, one that was drawing her in to you.

“Mmm.. yeah?” You asked, loving how she looked in her white button down shirt.

Emily, dark haired, heart-shaped lips, quick-witted Prentiss, was the type of woman who fluttered in your presence. She tried her best to hide it, but even Hotch picked up her strange behavior around you. During the days, at the office, it was best to keep your noses buried in work. You couldn't imagine what would happen if you and her were found indecent somewhere in the building.

“Yes…” she breathed, “Could barely get any work done all day today cause I was thinking about you..”

Your teeth nipped at her skin, picking up the hitch in Emily's breath as your lips followed a trail down to her chest. Pulling away only made her want more, jutting her bottom lip out. Those dark brown eyes of hers locked onto yours.

"I saw Reid's bag... he's still here. Can't have him finding us with my head between your legs..." Upon hearing your words, Emily's dark eyebrows furrowed, stepping away from you for a moment.

She reached around to close the rest of the round room's blinds, while you shut the door and turned off the overhead lights. The only glow that remained was the monitors mounted on the wall.

Once she turned back to you, you connected your mouth to hers again. Emily hadn't put on lipstick today, which you realized upon first taste. Your hands wrapped around Emily's waist, pulling her close while you sat her back on the table. Her hands raked through your hair, pulling slightly at moments.

Your hands traveled to her off-center belt buckle, an aspect of her style you found unique, and that looked good on her as well. Her pants undone, you pulled them down past her thighs before stopping to whisper in her ear.

"Don't make a sound... or someone will hear you, baby." She nodded vigorously in response, her desperate state slapping a smirk across your face.

While unbuttoning the buttons, your lips traveled down between the valley of her breasts and stomach, shrugging her shirt the rest of the way off. This area of her body was always as sensitive as others, not knowing how many countless filthy sounds you've pulled from her just by playing with her breasts.

Goosebumps covered Emily's skin while you softly rubbed her torso, crouching down to spread her legs. The pair of panties she wore had a visible wet stain soaking through the front.

"Fuck, you're soaked already... " You praised, hearing Emily groan at the sound of your voice. One of your hands cupped her heat,

"Please babe... it's so late now," Emily breathed between breathy sounds, wanting to be pleasured by you, but also wanting to get home.

But you just couldn't help yourself.

Another whimper escaped her lips, an inaudible please, watching as her head fell back. Chuckling to yourself, you pulled your hand from between her thighs and stood up. Her eyes immediately shot back to you, confused and upset at the loss between her thighs.

"Get off the table." you demanded, watching her hop down from her seat, a confused but innocent look on her face. Pulling her pants the rest of the way off, she walked over to you, only to be met with you bending her over the table forcefully.

A hand of yours rested on her behind, the other unclipping her bra. The minute you moved off her, you grasped her ass, hooking one of your fingers around the band of lace lying between her cheeks. Letting it snap back against her skin, she jolted at the feeling.

You left desperate kisses down her back, while her now unclipped bra flung apart and onto the floor. Two of your fingers hooked under the band of her lacy panties, pulling them down slowly. Her pussy was on display, wet and needy to be touched.

"Like what you see?" She asked, smirking. Too tired to punish her for her smart remark, you decided to tuck that moment away for later.

"Yes, baby. Very much." Panties fell down her legs the rest of the way, revealing her cunt before your eyes. It wasn't often you were in the mood to even think about doing something like this, especially at your place of work.

Maybe it was the late hours that pushed you too far to give in. Your filthy daydreams of playing with her pressed over this very table were always something of a fantasy. Once you saw the opportunity to make them a reality, you took it and ran.

The slick from her folds shone in what little light there was, feeling drawn to her in a much bolder way than usual.

"Spread your legs for me, come on. Don't be shy now, honey." You spoke in a sultry voice, the very one Emily had a weakness for. It made her knees buckle, and you could barely lower your tone around her without it ruining her focus for the rest of the day. You swore, every time it happened, she texted you the most filthy things her brain thought up. It was quite distracting.

Emily's feet stepped apart, revealing her in full to you. The sight wasn't enough, you needed to taste her. Your lips pressed to her pussy immediately, moving slowly through her already messy folds.

Your sudden contact sent a jolt through her body, slipping a moan through her lips.

"Fuck.." you heard her whisper, knowing she couldn't control herself sometimes.

"What did I say, pretty girl? Don't make a sound." You spoke, going back to making out with her cunt. Your tongue circled and swirled around her clit, teasing her hole with one of your fingers.

"'M sorry- oh.. f-fuck, I'll be quiet, baby. I'll be quiet..." She swallowed another sound at the end of her desperate attempt at an apology. It ran a shiver up your spine, hearing the tone of her voice in complete submission to you.

"If you can't handle it, I can just make you stay quiet." You began, knowing Emily liked the thought. You pushed a finger inside her slowly, curling ever so gently.

"Ah-" Emily's voice rang out again, lower than before, but still audible. You hummed against her, hips jolting above you. After a few minutes of just one finger inside her, you added another, and that's when she really slipped up.

"F-Fuck!" She called out, loud enough for someone on the floor to hear. For a second, you took your mouth off her, waiting a moment to see if anyone was still around.

"Mmmh..." Emily whined above you, to which you slapped her cunt to quiet her.

"Fucking brat," you muttered, "You don't know how to shut up, do you?"

It was a rhetorical question, but Emily still began, "No- I do, baby.. I do."

"Apparently not good enough." you began removing the tie from around your neck, reaching to wrap it around Emily's mouth. Her whimpering and whining never completely ceased, but it definitely quieted what she couldn't hold back.

Your tongue moved fast and smooth against her folds now, your fingers still pumping inside her. They curled quickly to coax Emily's orgasm from her. The amount of her arousal dripping made it easy to fuck her with your fingers at a quicker pace.

“Love seeing you like this, all a mess for me. You fall apart so easily.. How desperate you are, how fast I turn you on…”  You murmured in her ear.

It was then you removed your fingers from her, pulling her up from the table to press yourself against her back. You removed the tie from around her mouth, letting it hang around her neck.

"You getting close, baby?" You muttered against her ear, feeling her body tremble against yours.

"Mhm.. yes, oh god, 'mclose." Emily whispered, one of your hands grasping at her chest while the other rubbed her clit from the front.

"Yeah, gonna come for me?" You asked, fingers swirling at the pleasure between her legs.

"God yes..." Emily's orgasm neared quicker than ever, the enamor she held for you overwhelming every part of her. You turned her towards you, hands roaming her body, before stopping on her breasts to twist her nipples between your fingers.

Emily tried her best to be quiet, but it resulted in her hand clasped over her mouth in another poor attempt to silence her.

Without warning, you reached down, pulling her by the thighs to connect your mouth to her wet cunt. Immediately she called out your name, moaning and rocking her hips from your tongue. You hum under her, the vibration shaking Emily to her core.

She inched closer with every second your tongue swirled through her wetness, heavy breathing coming from the woman above you. One of her hands raked through your hair, pressing you impossibly closer.

"I’m gonna-“ She whimpered, “Gonna come, baby..”

Her hips began to stutter against your mouth, a flutter of gasping breaths slipping past her parted lips.

Emily was caught in the high of her orgasm as it washed through her body, calling out your name wantonly. Your fingers pumped in and out while she came down from her orgasm. Gazing at her, you watched her chest heave in satisfaction.

"Aw, sweetheart. So pretty when you come for me.." you murmured, standing up to kiss her flushed cheeks. Emily's breath continued to steady, arms wrapping around you.

"We should get out of here..." you heard her whisper, though her hands remained on the belt of your pants, "But... What about you?"

A smirk crept onto your face, "It's really late, babe. Let’s get home first."

Emily nodded, knowing it was exactly what you needed to end the night. She leaned in to place feather light kisses on your jaw. You began picking up her clothes from the floor, helping her get redressed.

Both of you acted as natural as possible while exiting the round room, gathering your belongings to accompany each other to the parking garage.

The only way you’d keep your relationship with Emily a secret was to prevent people from seeing you leave and arrive together. Though, you were part of a team of profilers, who could always tell when something was different.

It was only a matter of time before one of your co-workers figured it out. For now, you and Emily were enjoying being a secret.

As you drove off into the night, you imagined what the rest of the night would bring the both of you.

A/n: Thanks for reading <3 Please support by reblogging!

[maetaurus]

Okay hear me out. I need help finding a post for a fic. It’s about using a sub as a board game. Anyone know this post?

[mysicklove]

i can imagine izuku still being a virgin and getting so pussydrunk because it's his first time

𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐘

Pairings: Virgin! Sub! Top! Pro-Hero! Izuku x Experienced! Dom! Bottom! AFAB! Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Alcohol use, heavy overstimulation, vaginal penetration, biting, hickeys, creampie, crying, begging, nicknames,, multiple rounds

A/N: Guys Im going to be honest. This is lowkey mostly plot heavy and not too much smut. Im sorry anon I should have made it short and smutty, but I just had this idea and one thing lead to another... I will make short smut stuff!!!!!

Izuku was desperate to have sex. He may be doing fantastic career-wise, but his life in the sheets was dry. So unbelievably dry. He was so pent up, so frustrated, he needed it so badly. Every night he has to get himself off, and by god, he wanted more.

He met you a couple of weeks ago, and you have clouded his mind ever since. He doesn't even know your name. All he knows is you were wearing a red dress, and you kissed him so hard he couldn't breathe. Pressed your knee on his clothed cock, and just like nothing happened, disappeared.

He was drunk. The both of you were. He remembers the smell of alcohol on your breath, how flushed you look. He was probably no better, the fact that this happened at all means he had to be wasted. He barely has the confidence to talk to girls.

It happened at some sort of party that only celebrities or the rich attend, but with all the Google searches in the world, he couldn't find you. His search history was embarrassing.

But even so, he fantasized about you. The purr of your voice, the soft hands that ran over his muscular body, the way you said, “Such a pretty boy in front of me, you must have all the ladies in the palm of your hand, hmm?” while pressing your lips, coating with red lipstick, onto his neck.

He couldn't get you out of his head. He attended every single party, but alas he could never find you. He would end up at home, alone, touching himself.

Until he found you again, two months later. At another party.

He spills the champagne in his hands, when he sees you, eyes wide, before stumbling up and over to you. You are at a table by yourself, sipping on some sort of cocktail. You were in a dark blue tight dress today, and instead of that red lipstick that stained his neck, you were wearing clear lip gloss.

He awkwardly, and hesitantly taps your shoulder, and flushes when you turn around. The thoughts of that night come flooding back to him, and he has to look away so he doesn't get a hard-on.

“Oh! Deku, I didn't know you were here.” You say with a bright smile and he blinks at you. He just cannot stop thinking about the fact that this is the face he gets off to daily. The way you look now is so different than last time. You look so innocent, grinning so widely, it's nothing like the flushed, domineering persona you had that night.

Either way, it's still you and he gulps. “Hey! Yeah…I was invited.”

You smile into your glass cup. “I would hope so.”

He blushes. Such a stupid thing to say. Of course, he was invited and you were too, what was he even talking about? “So..What's your name?”

You hold out a hand and grin. “Y/N.”

He takes it and gently shakes it, trying to hold back his nervous shaking. “It's nice to me you, Im–”

“Deku?” You prompt with a tilt of your head.

He falters, “Uh yeah! But I was going to say, Izuku” He trails off and you laugh.

“Sorry. Got ahead of myself! It's nice to meet you Izuku.” And suddenly your facial features flip. That smirk is back. He loves it. “Your tie is all messed up, mind if I fix it?” He blushes but nods. You grin and grab onto the green tie, and he goes needle straight. “Yknow. You look awfully familiar, Izuku.” You say in a lone tone, that makes the blood flow straight to his cock.

He splutters, “You, you think so?” You drop the tie and hum. Your mouth opens, beginning another probably teasing remark when a call of your name cuts you off. A female voice, he takes specific note of.

You turn to him and smile. “Well, that's my cue. I'll see you around, pretty boy.”

He stands there staring at the space you just preoccupied with a blank face. And then it hits him. Pretty boy. That’s what you called him that night. You remember. You had to. He turns around quickly and says, “Wait!” but you are already gone. Hidden by the crowd of dancing and drinking rich idiots.

He eyes the cocktail you left, sighs, and finishes it off. He has gotta get some liquid courage in him if he wanted to be bold enough to deal with you.

He searched the party all night, but alas he couldn't find you. He almost began to give up hope, when suddenly he saw you. Alone, once again, and on the balcony. He sets his drink down and uses the silver reflection of his plate as a mirror to quickly brush through his hair. He sighs and then as calmly as he could so nobody would say anything, walks to the balcony.

When you hear the footsteps, you turn around, and when you see who exactly it is, you grin. He laughs nervously. “Woah, funny seeing you here, Y/N.”

You raise your eyebrow and turn to lean your back on the balcony ledge. “Oh don't give me that, I saw you looking for me all night like a lost puppy.” You throw your head back in a laugh and his ever-returning blush is back.

“Y-You knew? But, why didn't you…” He trails off when you step closer to him. Now you were less than a foot away, grinning up at him, he could almost feel your breasts press against him. He gulps and looks away, hoping to fight his arousal. He could smell the traces of alcohol.

You grab his face to make him look at you, and you lean forward like you are going to kiss him, and then pause, centimeters away. “Izuku, what do you want from me?”

“Everything.” He whispers eyes half-lidded as he stares at your lips.

You smile. “Good answer.” And then press his lips to his. He groans, low and softly, but leans into the kiss. He grabs your waist and presses you against him, and you pull away when you feel his hard cock. “Where should we go?” You prompt, basically inviting him to ask you to his place.

But, much to your dismay, he doesn't get it. “Bathroom,” He says, thinking back to that one night, and then leans forward for another kiss.

You pull away, eyebrows furrowed in disgust. His eyes widen when he feels your warmth disappear. “Bathroom, really? You–You are just like all the others. I thought after the whole romantic balcony scene you would at least have the decency to ask me to your place.” You turn around to head back inside.

He stumbles forward, and grabs your wrist, eyes pleading. “Wait! I'm sorry! I'm nervous, please come over! I've never done this before, I promise I'm not like the others,” He basically begs and this time your eyes widen.

“Oh my. Don't tell me, the number one pro hero, is a virgin?” He looks away and goes silent. You throw your head back in laugh at the confirmation, and he pouts. Then, you grab onto the green tie and pull him forward, he stumbles in front of you, the blush returning. “I'm going to have so much fun with you, pretty boy.”

Tonight was the best night ever, Izuku decides when his head is thrown back, mouth open, as you sink onto his cock. How could he be missing this all of his years? It was so much better than the fantasy. So much better.

“Oh god,” He groans, hands coming to your hips instinctually. You begin to steady your movements, sitting on your knees in his lap.

“How does it feel? After all this time, you finally lost your virginity,” You say with a grin, hand running down to trace his chest. He nods, a drunken smile pulling at his face.

He gazes down at your sexes and moans. “Feels good. Warm, mhmm so warm.” His voice cracks, “and tight. So much b-better than my hand.”

You laugh, but it comes out in broken pants, so you lean forward to kiss him. He pulls away quickly, eyes wide and panicked. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I'm going to cum. No, no, it's too earlier. I can't” He shakes his head and clutches at the sheets beneath him, trying desperately to hold it back, as you continue to ride him.

You shake your head with an adoring gaze. “’s alright. We will just have to go again. And again and again, until you are all fucked out, hmm?”

He stares at you with hearts in his eyes, nodding rapidly. “Yes. Yes, please, please. Fuck. Cumming. I’m cuming!” And just like he said, he released his load in you and rolls his eyes back. Small gasps and a silent moan tumble down from his lips, and his hand shakes as he grips onto your hips.

You coax him through it with a smile, running your fingers through his unruly hair. When he comes down from his high he stares at you with a lazy grin, and the next thing you know you are being flipped over.

Your eyes widen as you feel Izuku start to move in and out again. It was surprising, he had just come down from his orgasm. Wasn't he being overstimulated? His pathetic whine answered your question. “Iz-Izuku, do you want to take a break?” You sigh when he begins to pick up the ruthless pace again.

He leans his head into your neck and shakes his head rapidly. His voice comes out in a pitchy whine, “But you said!” He grips the pillow next to your head and whimpers into your neck, feeling the pain of his spent cock being overworked.

“We can go again after you recover.” You gasp and clutch onto his back, sending nail marks down it. He groans. “So it won't hurt you.”

He shakes his head again and you can feel the drip of the tears falling onto your neck. He was trembling. “No. Please don't make me stop. ‘m good. So good. Feels so so good.”

You grin, maybe a little sadistically as you watch him begin to crumble. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer. He moans, high pitched, and loud. He presses his lips to your neck, sucking and marking any area he can lay his mouth on. You crane your neck to allow his urges. “I love it. I love it.” He half murmurs half whines in between kisses.

“Hmm?” You respond, not trusting yourself to speak while he begins to pick up the pace. One hand grips onto his hair and the other continues to scratch his back.

“Your pussy. S-So warm and tight. ’s like it was made for me.” He gasps and you laugh, to the best of your ability.

You pull him back by the mop on his head and he whines, eyes shut, as his head tilts backward. “What happened to my bashful virgin? You're so lewd now.” His hips pick up the pace.

He tries to the best of his ability to shake his head but ultimately fails under your grip. “But I love it! I do!” You laugh at the ridiculous response and let go of his hair. He collapses back and immediately buries his face into your neck again. “Im going to cum again. Can I cum? Please, please.”

“So quick. Still have a virgin body. Alright. For me, yeah?”

He nods a little embarrassed, and he feels his muscles begin to contract. He bites down on your shoulder and you hiss, but he ignores it, riding his second orgasm through. It's stronger and harder than the first and he screams into your skin, tears falling copiously down his round, flushed cheeks.

He peers down and widens his eyes when he sees his cum begin to leak out of your pussy. He gulps, feeling himself get hard once again, and flips you over immediately. “More. More. Please, just one more. One more time.” He lays completely on top of you and interjoins his fingers with yours.

He uses his arm to lift your hips up so that it was easier to fuck. It makes you raise your eyebrows. He must have watched a lot of porn to know that trick.

“What if I say no?” You tease and he releases an unsteady whine. His eyes are blurry from the tears.

“Please don't say no. Please, I love it. I love it so much. Please, Y/N!” He begs, dropping his head on the pillow next to your face.

“So needy.”

“P-Please.” He whimpers, in a voice so low you could barely hear and you grin.

“Alright. Go ahead.” You could barely finish your statement when all of a sudden he is pounding into you again, mumbling stuff like “Thank you. Thank you.” and “Good. So good.”

You know it hurts him. It has too, overstimulation is no joke. But the way he continues, eyes watery and hips frantic shows just how desperate he is. How obsessed he is with it. The pain didn't even matter to him, the thought of driving his cock into you spurred him on.

He wanted more. You opened his eyes, and once uncovering the truth, he could never get enough of it.

Fucking Izuku may not have been a good idea. In an instant, you turned this poor, cute virgin, into a pussy-starved man. But alas, he seems to only seek it from one particular person, so it may not be all that bad.

He came five times that night and you twice. He asked to go again, but you had to stop him when you took a peak at his fuming red cock, tear-stained cheeks, and trembling body. He doesn't seem to know when to stop.

You left early that morning, legs wobbly and body completely spent. He slept in, his body seeming to be more exhausted than yours.

When he woke up, his body sticky from sweat, his hair messy and body was sore, the first thing he took notice was the sticky note stuck onto his forehead.

Messy, cursive handwriting spelled out, I’ll be waiting for my lost puppy to come crawling back to me again. Xoxo, Y/N

He fell back onto the pillow with a groan. Not even a phone number. You were so cruel.

So, he does what any good puppy does. He attends every party for the next three weeks until he finds you again.

[silversainz]

I really enjoy your writing! Could you possibly write 21 “your body is mine, not his, not anybody else’s, and I’ll fuck you till you remember that” with Lando where you tell everyone you’re just friends but your obviously so much more and he gets jealous one night

# warnings — mean!lando, choking, crying, begging, being tied up, degradation, passive aggressive lando, dirty talk, sub!reader, oral (f!male receiving), p n v, unprotected sex (don’t do that).

It was a joke really, a light and innocent joke. But lando clearly took it serious as he completely shut down, jaw clenching and hand roughly grabbing onto the table mat as your friend continued to tease you about the oh-so innocent joke he’d made.

“Come on, you’ve both been friends for what..” your friend started counting with his fingers, until a dramatic gasp left his lips “five years and you still are not together, wow, losers” everybody at the table laughed including you, not having the heart to ruin the joke and tell everyone that you and lando were actually together.

So you went along with the joke, which made lando even more pissed off.

“Yeah, yeah, just friends” you patted lando’s shoulder. Which he brushed off, eyes dark as he looked over at you. Which made your stomach twist in knots, knowing that look very well.

“Yeah friends in loveee” your friend dragged out the word, again, making laughter erupt from all around the table.

“Nope just friends” lando’s hand dropped from gripping onto the table mat, to disappear underneath the table hand grabbing onto your thigh hardly, so hard you had to bite onto your lip to suppress the whine that wanted to leave.

“So” you looked over to where your friends friend was at, leaning back in his chair a cheeky smirk on his face as he crossed his arms, “you’re single is what you’re saying” now that wasn’t something innocent in lando’s eyes, making him sit up straight, to look at the man clearly.

“She’s not single”

That was the final word from lando as you both walked through the door to your home. The slamming of the door behind you made you jump, skin crawling with nervousness and fear.

You placed your coat and purse on the edge of the couch, turning around to look at the man who stood by the door hands undoing the tie around his neck, stern eyes looking at you.

“A joke-“ you started.

“Don’t even” he sternly said cutting you off. He walked over to you cupping your cheeks tightly in his hand, shutting all the words that wanted to come out. “wasn’t an innocent joke, love” he brushed your hair away from your shoulders, before wrapping his hand tightly around your neck tugging your head forward, lips brushing against each other.

“Made him think he could have you, when” he hoisted you up, legs wrapped around his waist as he brought you over to the kitchen table, where he laid you down at. Hands spreading your legs open to settle himself in-between them. “he can’t have you, right” he wasted no time in getting rid of your panties, tugging them down your legs while pushing your dress up to rest on your torso.

“Such a pretty girl” your back arched feeling him land a slap to your throbbing cunt. ‘But you’re fucking mine” without warning he pushed two fingers into your wet cunt, making cries leave your lips at the harsh thrusting of his fingers.

“Fuck lando” you hands grabbed onto the edge of the table for support.

He got down on his knees pulling your body close to his face as he buried his face in-between your legs, wet mouth licking every inch of your cunt. Your back arched off the table, hand roughly threading through his hair. As loud Moans left your mouth, echoing off the walls.

“This is mine” he spoke, landing another slap to your cunt. “Not his” your stomach clenched up legs beginning to shake around his head, but he showed no signs of stopping his abuse to your cunt, as his tongue slipped in and out of your hole, while landing more slaps to your dripping cunt.

“Fuck lando, please, please” tears pricked out the corner of your tears pleasure becoming too much for you to handle as he hold onto your hips so you couldn’t move away from his tongue.

“I’m gonna cum, please”

“Your body is mine, not his, not anybody else’s, and I’ll fuck you till you remember that” your eyes rolled back, loud moans and cries fell from your mouth as your entire body shook as you reached your climax. “Pretty fucking, baby. Only i could make you feel like this” he got from his knees, hovering over you, his hand softly creasing your cheek before landing a soft slap to it.

You whimper, legs hurting, cunt clenching around nothing. “Only you” you softly said, hearing him hum as he undid his belt.

He took his belt off with ease, immediately tiring your hands together with the black leather belt, pinning them above your head. He pushed his pants down just enough for his cock to spruce free, the sight had your mouth watering and a shiver being sent down your spine.

“I’m gonna show you just how much we aren’t friends, and” he teased you, his tip sliding up and down your wet folds. “Just how much you belong to me, and only me”