#all that work on a lace blindfold and its getting muffled

[tothesolarium]

googling, how to make someone look wet without making it look....ya know

[comfortwriting]

Closer - F.W

Fred Weasley x Fem Reader, inspired by the song ‘Closer’ by Nine Inch Nails

About: Fred and the reader decide to spice things up in the bedroom after he surprises her with a box full of fun.

Theme: dom!Fred sub!Reader, smut, smut and more smut.

Warnings: Heavy, filthy smut, BDSM, slapping, degrading, sex toys, fisting, rimming, and swearing.

You laid on the bed flicking through pictures of you and Fred from a Christmas party last year, putting them away on the bedside table, you noticed a white box poking out from the inside the wardrobe.

Walking over to it you picked up the box and brought it back on the bed, you sat down and pulled the red ribbon loose that kept the lid on. The label in the middle of the bow staring at you.

‘To my dearest Y/N. Love, Fred’

You told yourself to put the ribbon back on and put it back where you found it, but you were too intrigued. The curiosity spreading through your thoughts got the better of you.

Taking the lid off you blushed at the red tissue paper, hiding whatever lay underneath. Peeling back the paper your heart nearly stopped at the items staring back you.

Your face went hot and red, you felt like screaming out in excitement but you didn’t want Fred to find out what you had done.

Inside the box were an arrangement of BDSM related equipment: a black spanking paddle with red hearts dotted around the handle, vibrators, red hand cuffs that matched with a ankle spreader bar, a satin blindfold and a ball gag.

The items just kept coming and coming, each time you pulled one out another appeared, you could boil a kettle with the heat coming off your cheeks.

Hearing footsteps come up the stairs, you panicked and tried to put the items back into the box but Fred caught you red handed.

“Darling, I...” he spotted the box and his face flushed too “you already opened it”

You put the lid on and hurried trying to make a bow with the ribbon “I’m sorry it’s just, it was staring at me and I couldn’t stop myself from opening it!”

Fred tutted at you and pulled the box away. He took the lid off again and pulled out the items you had already had a good look at.

You noticed Fred getting erect, his cock poking through his trousers. He put the box back into the wardrobe and sat next to you on the bed.

You could feel your heart beat both in your chest and crotch, you would need to remove your clothes if you continued to heat up.

“You’ve been a very bad girl, opening that box.” His voice sounding gruff.

You swallowed hard “I said I was sorry”

Fred looked taken aback, a playful smile forming on his face. “Are you back chatting me now?”

“No, I—“

Fred unfastened his trousers and pulled his boxers down, his hard cock slapping against his stomach. He grabbed you by the hair and pulled your head down, forcing you to take him into your mouth.

You gagged as he tightened his grip on your hair, controlling you, bobbing your head up and down.

“Dirty fucking slut” he moaned out whilst face fucking you, getting harder just from watching you struggle taking in his full length.

You kept choking and Fred pulled you off him, and threw you face down onto the bed. He kicked off his trousers and boxers, and then his shirt. Fred stripped off your clothes with a simple swish and grabbed the hand cuffs, your hands behind your back he placed the cuffs around your wrists.

You let me violate you

You let me desecrate you

You let me penetrate you

You let me complicate you

Fred shoved three of his long fingers inside of you, finger fucking you. You moaned out in pleasure.

“That feels so fucking good” you whined out.

Fred slapped your wet pussy in response, and turned you around. He put the same three fingers into your mouth, throat fucking you. Your juices spreading across your lips and mouth.

“Go on, taste yourself” Fred groaned out.

Your gagging causing more saliva to form in your mouth. Fred pulled his hand away and slapped you again, forcing you back down to swallow his cock.

He held your head down and refused to move, you couldn’t breathe and Fred took pleasure in that. Your hands still behind your back in the cuffs.

Pulling you away, you gasped out for air desperately as he went over to bed to get more items.

I broke apart my insides

(Help me) I've got no soul to sell

(Help me) the only thing that works for me

Help me get away from myself

Fred grabbed the ball gag and placed it into your mouth, fastening it tightly at the back of your head so you couldn’t break free.

Fred also took a hold of the ankle spreader, your legs now open wide for him.

Laces of salvia streamed from your mouth, the cold air making you shiver. Fred grabbed you once more by the hair, turning you to face him he spat in your face and slapped you. “You’re worthless”

Dragging you over to his desk, bending you over it. Your tits feeling crushed against the hard wood. “So fucking helpless” Fred taunted you.

Fred grabbed the paddle and slapped your bare arse four times, he tossed it back on the bed and got onto his knees, he grabbed the vibrator turning it on and he pressed it against your clit.

You tried to moan out but found it hard due to the gag, your struggled muffles excited Fred. Taking away the vibrator he slapped your pussy making you jolt. “You’ll cum when I tell you to.”

I wanna fuck you like an animal

I wanna feel you from the inside

I wanna fuck you like an animal

My whole existence is flawed

You get me closer to God

Fred spat in his hand and rubbed his spit against your entrance, without warning he slammed his dick inside of you, your mouth in agony from the force of the gag.

Fred grabbed the desk for support with one hand and held your head down with the other, your face on its side.

Fucking you senselessly, tears streamed down your face and your legs shook violently, wanting to close them but you couldn’t.

Your walls tightened around Fred, edging closer to your climax “hold back you bitch!” Fred moaned “don’t cum yet!”

Your messy and knotted hair stuck to your face, your tears acting like glue.

Fred continued to pound you senselessly, your eyes rolling back into your head, your muffled moans filling the room.

You can have my isolation

You can have the hate that it brings

You can have my absence of faith

You can have my everything

Fred could feel himself wanting to burst at any moment, he pulled out quickly “sorry about the stretch” he warned, getting on his knees he put four fingers inside of you and then his thumb.

Your moans got louder, adjusting to his fist inside of you. While fisting you, Fred’s tongue circled around your arsehole, the new sensation driving you off the edge.

you tear down my reason

(Help me) it's your sex I can smell

(Help me) you make me perfect

(Help me) become somebody else

Despite the degradation, the roughness and restraints, you and Fred felt so secure and safe, you were sharing your vulnerabilities with one another.

You were giving yourselves to one another in a whole new way, something you had never done before, something new for the both of you.

Your intimacy with Fred brought out a new confidence in him and you, within yourselves and one another.

I wanna fuck you like an animal

I wanna feel you from the inside

I wanna fuck you like an animal

My whole existence is flawed

You get me closer to God

Fred slowly pulled out his fist and stopped rimming you, the saliva pooling from the ball gag made a puddle by your chin.

Fred removed the ankle spreader, your handcuffs and finally the ball gag. Your legs shaking and wanting to collapse as you were finally free from the spreader. Before you could stand up, Fred rubbed your face in the pool of saliva.

You whimpered from the pain caused by the gag, but feeling Fred push himself inside once again you took your mind off it very quickly.

“Fucking hell, Fred” you cried, with each slam.

“This is all you’re worth, you fucking whore” he groaned, picking up his pace.

You squeezed yourself around his cock on purpose, in response his rock hard cock throbbed inside of you.

“Fucking cum with me” Fred ordered.

Fred slammed into you, the two of you becoming exhausted and exasperated with the continuous edging.

Through every forest

Above the trees

Within my stomach

Scraped off my knees

I drink the honey

Inside your hive

You are the reason

I stay alive

Feeling the pit getting heavier in your stomach you let go, Fred releasing inside of you. As your legs gave out, Fred pulled out and stumbled back and you fell backwards onto the floor.

You laid on your back staring at the spinning ceiling catching your breath.

Sitting in front of Fred in the bath you felt light kisses peck upon your shoulders and lower neck, his fingers stroking your back.

“That was.. new... incredible” you croaked, your throat feeling sore from the finger and cock fucking.

You felt Fred smile against your skin “You’re incredible. You’re so fucking beautiful, love”

You laid back into his arms, the water splashing with you.

“You’re not a whore and you aren’t worthless.” Fred reassured you “I didn’t hurt you did I?”

You couldn’t help but giggle “I know Fred, and no you didn’t hurt me. It was just a bit let down that you didn’t use the blindfold.” You joked.

“We can make arrangements” Fred replied.

You smiled and wrapped his arm around you. “What a day”

[tenseoyong]

bratty sub jeno is a concept and we need more of it!!! but also have you seen that dude??! can you really blame me for being jorny? he looks like a carefully carved marble statue or sumn. or like a greek god. and i would just like to suck his dick and maybe call him a good boy (and also make him cry, I would like to see his subby ass cry). is that too much to ask for? 😭😭 – torny anon

warnings: use of ‘mommy’ + bondage + overstimulation

bratty-sub jeno is such a concept we need to discuss. it’s almost a funny sight, seeing the pretty boy with abs crafted by god himself decked out in the most delicate white lingerie, wrists bound and attached to the headboard, blindfolded and withering against the bed thanks to the vibrator strategically placed against his dick. pre-cum already leaking and seeping through the white lace of his panties, turning the fabric nearly see-through and exposing his aching erection to your eyes.   you didn’t even try to stifle your giggles; such a powerful, charming, confident man being taken down to a whimpering and begging little sub is hilarious. and the way jeno flinches behind his blindfold with his face flushed out, you weren’t sure if it was from the vibrations on his cock or being embarrassed from hearing you laughing at him, but it only made you laugh harder. “tsk, if you would just learn how to behave,” you cooed, kneeling at the end of the bed, running a hand up his smooth thigh and grasping the vibrator, firmly pressing it against his cock one more time before removing the toy from him. breathless and overstimulated to hell and back, jeno visibly relaxed, back un-arching and settling onto the bed. he couldn’t see you, but you shook your head at the sight. holding the toy in one hand, your other hand carefully worked his soaked panties down far enough to free his aching cock. jeno hissed and jerked in your hold, your fist closing around him suddenly way too much to handle, so he claimed his bottom lip between his teeth and bit down, muffling the groan of painful pleasure. “if you would just behave, we could play so nicely, don’t you think? mommy wouldn’t have to tie your bratty ass up, would she? but, your snarky mouth gets the best of you, doesn’t it?” “i’m sorry, mommy,” jeno croaked out, veins in his neck straining as you slowly pump his cock, carefully watching the flush inching its way down his throat and spanning across his chest. he was close, you knew, question was would you let him finish this time. did he deserve it after how he behaved earlier? “i’m sorry, i know you said you wanted to spend the afternoon with me. i’m sorry i ran off with the boys. i’m sorry for being bad, i’m sorry, i’m sorry!” “i don’t know if you're really sorry, though, baby boy,” you tsked, and pressed the vibrator against the head of his cock while quickening your hand. jeno’s breath immediately hitched, back bowed and all but howled in pleasure, thrashing around as much as his restraints allowed--which wasn’t much. “i spent all morning planning some fun things for us, i even made lunch for your ungrateful ass, and what do i get in return? oh, right, my little boy runs off to play with his little friends, instead of doing what mommy asked, right?” jeno couldn’t respond anymore, not with the harsh vibrations shooting through his body coupled with your tight hold around his cock, only able to pant and whine and moan wildly while desperately chasing his high--if you’d allow him to finally have it. his cheeks were getting wet, you’d noticed, definitely not just from the sweat covering his entire gorgeous body. leaning towards him, you snatched his blindfold off with your teeth, not ceasing your hands’ jobs for even a moment; jeno’s eyes snapped open, flinching from the sudden light. leaking fat tears of pleasure and filled with desperation and begging, his eyebrows stitched together and wordlessly begged you to let him cum. “i’m not sure you’ve learned your lesson, baby,” you hummed, watching you little sub silently crying from overstimulation. “again, tell mommy you’re sorry.”

[crybabytoy59]

Resignation of fate .

Pt2.

I was taken back by Mistress Mummy asking me to Open Wide that I was going to be gagged? As I already was gagged with her soiled pants...?

As I looked at Nanny Bee she was holding a small bowl with something pink in it?

But I could not see what it was due to my new pink clouded lenses !

Mistress Mummy lifted a bit from the bowl pushing two fingers from her right hand she pushed in what felt like warm wax ? With her other free hand, pushing very firmly more & more into the space making my cheek bulge outward...the other side got the same treatment, then she lifted more pushing it between my teeth teasing it just over my teeth on the inside causing a ridge around them,this she did to the other side Also!

Nanny Bee handed her a long steel spike with a hollow end that was turned over to make a steel ring ? This she pushed Deeply into the wax TIL only the steel ring was projecting from the pink wax just at the corner of my mouth..

Next she pushed in a second pin to my left cheek wax....It seemed to be heating up ?...

As Mistress Mummy stood smiling at me she rubbed my cheek....

“Clever girlie Crybaby that’s good your almost there....Well done Baby Girlie !!....Say Ga’Ga for us Crybaby (Mistress Mummy was pulling out her soiled pants....

They both giggled....”Loudly as you can Baby Ga’Ga !!”.... Mistress Mummy patted my baby Dolly face, the wax had gone solid in my mouth, wedging it Open perfectly !! ..“Good baby nice quiet Crybaby that’s lovely ! let’s continue our preparations over at your bench”

All that had assed from my new oral tunnel was a Deep low sounding Ga’Ga....like some sort of creature in distress....

As I was turned waddling at the size of the Bulk between my legs ! Through the pink haze I could see a black bondage H-frame at the ready, all manner of straps hanging from it ! Also I could see a table with lots of items I just couldn’t make out !

But from my previous visits to Jessica I knew theses to be punishment items as she would always lay them out for me to see telling me how many I would receive from what items, she had brought to use on me that day !...This would often scare Me given I knew Jessica loved to truly use sadistic punishment as a Training method !

As they bent me over working around me I could smell them both pant less! The sex smell in the air unmissable....I was in for a long session as when Mistress Jess had gotten in this aroused a state once before ? That was what had led to my confessions during my submission outburst while I sobbed blurting out my inner feelings openly without a moment of hesitation.....

Mistress Mummy was tingling All over yes indeed she was going to take Crybaby back to that place at her WKD hand...but this evening she would do it with her best friend Bee.

Jessica & Bee had been friends since university a true friendship that had grown over the years....But only recently had Jessica told her of the bdsm lifestyle she led...A female led relationship with men for her financial gain...

Bee was quite taken back but not surprised given her friends Dominant personally.....So many nights chatting & Bee watching Jessica at work (Jess would blindfold her slaves & let Bee sit quietly to watch as she did her “Thing to the Slave”.....

When Jessica had mentioned she was going to take on something very special in her life Jessica was stunned by how very keen Bee was to have a part in the use of this submissive man...to remodel him completely...not a few kinky hours then return to the big world....No Jessica wanted to actually have an Adult baby, but also asexual pain Toy for her gratification....Bee had six climaxes at home that evening after Jessica asking for her help with “Crybaby”

Sweat poured from her every pour her legs shaking as she walked to the shower with her juices running down her thighs !

The hot shower was such a relief...she put her head on the glass smiled warmly, then spoke to her self gently...

“Yes Crybaby am going to help you be a Very Special Girlie....Fuck yes you little Pain Toy ...Jessica & I Are going to break you to a three year old ...As you sissy will not have a say in the matter !!l

Dressing for the drive to Jessica’s house Bee couldn’t stop smiling.....

As they bound me tightly to the frame on all fours they pulled my legs far apart behind me, I then heard clicking as my ankles were pulled hard by a pulley system both wider & more taught, my arms were pit to the belt over the small of my back into ball mittens then elbow cuffs added to pull my arms level at my sides"..

Mistress Mummy was unzipping my dress at the back followed by my petticoat, I could now feel the cool air on my back as I did Mistress Mummy started massaging my shoulders it was Devine her soft hands & softer voice enveloped me..

“Clever girlie Crybaby that’s a good Baby Relax....Now lift your headie for us ...that’s it but further back Cutie....Clever girlie just a bit further....Good Baby Hold still !!”

Nanny Bee was fitting some kind of posture collar on me that was holding my head Fully back in this position...I started whimsical pleading noises from my mouth but only gargling muffled sounds came from my new oral tunnel, the pink wax now glistening covered in my saliva as my tongue had probed the new invasion of my oral cavity I had started a chain of running saliva that now was pooling at the front of my mouth slowly spilling over my lower lip down my chin it hung like some obscene thread to my Now reddish face....

Mistress Mummy was massaging more firmly now, “Clever girlie all ready....Let’s get started on your “Transition” let mummy explain...You have it in that silly head of yours that your Big, well am sorry but your not....You are mummy’s Baby Girlie a three year old baby still in her nappies 24/7 who can only converse with the big world through two words Goo’goo & Ga’Ga....All other things will be in Baby signs for everyone to see, this will take time to “Transition” But Nanny Bee & I Are going to simply work on our girlie 24/7 until we have what we want of you ....An Obediently behaved 3year old toddler who will act as such at All times with who ever we choose to Put you with !”

This last part Mistress Mummy had said quite sadistic drawing her words out slowly, she was scary in her delivery of the statement !

The massaging of my shoulders now became painful (A few times in my life after heavy gym sessions I would go for a sports massage they hurt but were great to relive tensions....This ? This was different more painful as Mistress Mummy would pick up a muscle then pushing a knuckle up that muscle as if trying to detach it from its tendon, I shrieked out a painful yelp, but she ignored me doing a different muscle !

Nanny pulled up a stool at my face lifted a long black rubber lace she spoke to me..

“Now Baby As Mistress Mummy gives you your nice massaging I want you to look at me ! No closing those cute eyes !...Clever girlie Crybaby “

She pushed the rubber up my nose ! “Swallow Babyslave...Do it Swallow for Nanny !”

As I did she put long pliers into my oral tunnel withdrawing the rubber lace ! I could feel it sliding down my nasal passage!But she was not through yet..lifting the other end she put it up my left nostril...Again she barked at me !

“Swallow Babyslave !....My my what a Clever girlie you are !”

I suddenly pulled at my bonds to no avail as Mistress Mummy put a knuckle Deep into the tissues in my lower back pushing up the side for my spine the pain was incredible !...with her free hand she smacked my thigh with such force it lift a red hand print under my tight ! “Look at Nanny ! Don’t you Dare close your eyes Baby will only close her eyes when told to ! pardon Crybaby!”

Ga’Ga...Staring right at Nanny I knew better than to disobey Jessica !

“Clever girlie Crybaby that’s much better Don’t have mummy tell you Again !...Ok Nanny feeding time I think then Baby can show us how good she can be under pressure”

They both giggled at this ?

Mistress Mummy had a dummy with a black lower jaw mask that buckled around the head, but that was not what made me start welling up !

It was the 3” round 5” long cock teat ! With the open pee slit clearly visible...

This mummy pushed all the way in making me gag slightly as it went to the back of my mouth touching my throat !.....

Mistress Mummy knelt down at my face...

“Ok Princess Swallow slow & in time ok ? (Ga’Ga) Clever Baby We love manners, just do What You are Told..When you are Told & Everything will be fine don’t fight us Crybaby!!”

Suddenly something started oozing from the cock teat !! To the back of my throat but I couldn’t swallow with my mouth held open & so full...Mummy kissed my forehead..

“Just relax listen to Mummy....just open your throat & it will happen...Aawww Look Nanny Baby is shedding her Very first tears for us !...Relax Baby let it happen...Clever girlie Crybaby that’s the way !!”

As my throat had filled I thought they were going to choke me but my throat simply relaxed & the fluid slid down my throat...slowly a rhythm stared as again mummy kissed my forehead..

“Clever girlie you keep swallowing that down for us as we get a few things ready,   As you have been such a good Baby so far Mummy is going to let you smell how pleased she is with you !”

At that Jessica lifted her short skirt revealing she indeed had No underwear, she popped her skirt over my bonnet putting her sex inches from my nose...The smell was Devine as I now made suckling noises drinking the formula....

I heard Nanny giggle....”My my Mistress Mummy I think Baby like the smell of sexiness....That’s a Clever girlie Crybaby make cute baby sounds for us but Loudly Baby So we can hear properly sweetheart !!!”

They both laughed as I made more of an effort to sound like a nursing Baby !!!!!!

I could now feel my tummy swelling up due to the amount of formula I had consumed, at that mummy lent over me taking my nipples gently “Clever girlie Crybaby that’s it louder though Baby ! (Ugg...Ugg...Ugg...) Clever girlie Crybaby each time we have you Swallow Baby will make these noises as loud as she can, so everyone can hear our girlie swallowing !! Just a bit more your almost there princess ! Clever girlie baby!! All done !”

Mistress Mummy stepped off my face...her disappearing smell brought genuine baby whimpers...”Aawww Cutie That was just a wee treat...Now Crybaby has to be very clever for us ...Ok Baby?

(Ga’Ga....) Now Crybaby If your a brave girlie for us mummy will give you one of her special “Cuddles” would my baby like that? ( Ga’Ga) Ok Now Crybaby you know they are only for when you truly Breakdown for mummy, if she sees that baby is trying to fake her Breakdown ? baby Will be left alone after her Breakdown is that clear ? (Ga’Ga)...Clever girlie Let’s get on then !”

Mistress Mummy lifted a flogger running it over my back she raised it high then with one stroke flogged right over my back !

As she flogged me Nanny had a strange looking clear plastic ball large like a beach ball but as she got closer it seemed to have an oval hole ?

As I gasped from mummy’s flogging she pushed it onto my face over my bonnet, pulling a zip down the rear held it in place...she then spoke..

“Now Crybaby I want you to be ever so good & Take a nice Deep Breath for us Baby Girlie!”.....Mistress Mummy had stopped flogging me ?...

“Keep looking at me Baby...Now you will not bring up your feed...No matter what Mistress Mummy meters out....That formula stays down do you understand?

..(Ga’Ga)  Thwack !!!!....

I screamed as mummy belted me in my lower back !

She then barked at me as the pain subsided...”Deep Breath Crybaby Pain Toy !”

Thwack !!.....As I jerked in the bondage frame, I suddenly felt slightly nauseous....O’god No I was struggling to hold down my formula !!...just six strokes on my back later a white hot jet hit the ball out of the tunnel over & over ...I burst out crying as I knew what lay ahead....Jessica would be genuinely angry I had disobeyed a direct command from Nanny.......

I was Not wrong !......”Crybaby what were you told ? To keep your formula down ...So our baby girlie is going to show us disobedience ? Let’s show Crybaby what happens when she disobey’s us Nanny !”....

They each lifted a wooden paddle patting the back of my thigh!

Deep Fucking Breath Pain Toy !!!!!.....

Thwack..Thwack..Thwack Thwack. !!!!!!!!!!!

As they both paddled me a Maid entered the room dressed in my old pink uniform! She was quite Tell & very cute, as I jerked with each blow for some reason I couldn’t take my eyes off this girl wishing she would come closer as the pink haze would not let me see her fully...

My spanking suddenly picked up pace & ferocity !

I hollowed wildly from the tunnel Gagging tears now streaming from me...

Mistress Mummy rubbed my cheek Clever girlie Crybaby that’s the way let it All Out there is No shame here we all know you want to cry so very badly !

Is mummy wrong ? (Go’go) Clever Baby...Ok Maid Stefi Come here please & comfort Crybaby”

The pink maid stepped up bent down to kiss my cheek then started French kissing my mouth ..probing with her tongue on mine !

Sobbing now she stood up in front of me lifting her dress..

Maid Stefi was a transsexual her member fully erect was now passing into my mouth !

Mistress Mummy barked at me “Right Crybaby use your baby tongue on Maid Stefi  ! Mummy wants you to moan like a sissy baby in heat for cock !”

They all giggled as I moaned gagging for air as Maid Stefi started a slow skull fuck of my baby face ! Holding my ballon ball head pumping it in time forcefully with her hip thrusts !

“Clever girlie Crybaby suck hard here it comes ! Swallow cock sucker ! Yes Crybaby Swallow All my gift !....AAhhhhhhh Yes ....AAAhhhhhh fuck yes Crybaby!”

I passed out ...there voices fading into the distance......

[dabis-girl]

Absolute Greed | Dabi x Reader | Smut 18+

A/N: So Tumblr was just like fuck my little post and mysteriously ate the whole damn thing. So hopefully this does what I want it to. Also, this one kinda got away from me.  

Warnings: punishment, rough sex, overstimulation, degradation, spanking, toys( spoiler alert: that didn’t work out too well), the mans is upset.

Word count: 1.9k

It was late and you couldn’t sleep, the throbbing coming from between your legs was growing by the second.  The downside of dating a notorious villain is that when he was away on ‘business’ for weeks at a time. Your hand snuck down between you legs, in an effort to soothe the aching.  He would be upset if he caught you like this, using your greedy little fingers to pleasure yourself without permission.  But, your need was so strong that before you could even think your fingers quickly found your bud and rubbing furiously. It wasn’t long before you sunk two fingers inside of your sopping hole. Obscenities began falling from your mouth as you were swept up in your arousal and all you could think about was your man, it had been three weeks since you’d last seen your villainous lover and there was nothing you needed more than to feel his skin on yours. 

  “ Fuck Dabi, please.” You moaned as your orgasm quickly approached. Your lewd noises filled the room and just as you were about to send yourself over the edge you heard the door shut.

“Tsk tsk tsk.” The sound of his voice startled you even more than the sound of the door. You were in trouble.  Your hand seized between you and your legs clamped shut around it. “Don’t be shy now princess.“ You were too embarrassed to look but you could hear it in his voice, the cocky tone, he was probably smirking down at you right now. “ I hope you enjoyed yourself here because you know what comes next.” He said stripping off his coat and throwing it on the bed.

You had taken the risk knowing that he could come back at any moment, maybe you wanted to get caught. You withdrew your hand from between your legs and moved to the edge of the bed next to your lover. He sat on the bed, with his elbows resting on his knees. This was your chance to save yourself.

“Well Dabi what was I supposed to do?” You whined. “ You’ve been gone for weeks.” Your whining continued. At this point, you were clinging on to Dabis arm, in urgent need of his touch. 

“Princess you know that pretty little pout isn’t going to work on me.” He said reaching out to run his thumb over your bottom lip as it protruded due to your facial expression. Dabi shifted his weight back, his elbows leaving knees so that his lap was exposed. He patted his lap and you knew what that meant, and you laid over his lap in the proper position. Dabi sighed, “This isn’t how I wanted to spend my first night back with you pretty girl.” 

His rough calloused hand massaged the bare skin of your ass. You could feel yourself grow even wetter at his touch as if it were even possible. Your stomach knotted nervously at the anticipation and your hips instinctively pressed back into is touch. Annoyance was painted across his face, you knew better and he taught you better. 

“Keep still.” His disdain for your actions showed in his tone as his hand took a firm grip on your throat. “It looks like you’ve forgotten your home training. You touch yourself without permission, you don’t want to be still, that means I’ve been away too long huh princess?” The hand that once caressed your ass was now cupping your drooling sex as his thumb applied circular pressure to your clit through your already soaked panties. He stopped abruptly causing you to whimper. “Count.” Half a second later he landed a hard slap on his your ass and the sound filled the room.

“One.” You whimpered.  He landed another loud blow, it took more control than you knew that you had to not jump. “Two.” You said, sniffling.

He continued his assault on your ass until he reached fifteen. By the end of it tears had run down your face, he didn’t hold back at all. It didn’t occur to you how angry he actually was before now. Then, he commanded you to lie on your back. Following his instructions, you move on to your back with your head resting on the pillows. Dabi crawled between your legs, snaking his hands towards the back of knees and pressed them into your chest and lowered his face to your waiting slick. One of his hands traveled down to pinch and tweak your clit between his textured fingers. The look on his face as he glared between your legs was nerve-wracking. You breathed heavily as he continued his examination.

“Is this the first time you’ve touched yourself without permission.” His gaze met yours. 

If you answered his question truthfully and admitted that you may have indulged yourself a few times while he was away, who knows how he would react. Could you get away with lying? Or would that make things worse? Maybe he would take it easy on you for telling the truth. Your mind desperately searched for the right answer to the question. Before you could decide how to answer a Dabi landed a painful slap that left your sensitive bud tingling.

“You have been touching yourself while I was away huh, little slut?” He gritted his teeth and slid out of the bed. “ I got you a gift.” He said reaching over to get something out of his bag. “Actually I have a few things for you, and I guess now is the perfect time to beak them in.” A devilish smirk crept across his face as he pulled out a sleek pink vibrator, a ball gag, and a black leather crop. “You’re going to love your new toys.” 

He stalked over to you and harshly stuffed the gag into your mouth, buckling it behind your head. Without a moment's notice he ripped off the white cotton cami that covered and your matching soiled white panties, leaving you completely naked. Using the tattered material he bound your hands together after instructing you to flip over. He relished at the sight you gagged and hands tied awaiting your punishment. 

“Now comes the fun part.” He said flipping you on your back again. “ For me at least. Now, you’ve really pissed me off tonight, you don’t come without permission and you don’t touch your self without permission. Do I make myself clear?”  You nodded quietly as he was positioning you so that your legs were spread and you were fully exposed to him. “But I guess since you needed your release so bad then I’ll give it to you. There is one more thing though.” The very last thing he pulled out of his bag was a blindfold, it was pink and had the word princess embroidered across. 

Blind and bound you laid on the bed, at first it was silent. Then, the faint buzz of the vibrator, grew louder until the buzzing was the only thing you could hear. The sound came closer before you felt the smooth plastic on your throbbing clit, it was so sudden that you jumped instinctively. The vibrator was on its highest setting it was only seconds before you orgasm came crashing one you, but it didn’t stop. He held this vibrator on you as you thrashed violently, bucking your hips with no control. 

“Uh Uh princess this is what you wanted, isn’t it? My greedy little girl, why are you running?” The sadism oozed off his tongue as he watched you squirm pushing yourself up the bed to get away from him. Another violent orgasm tore through you and your insides clamped down hard around the emptiness. The muffled moans chocked you as you sputtered around the gag and your eyes welled up with tears that soaked through your blindfold. “Aww look you’ve soiled your new gift.” Dabi chucked.  

At last he pulled the vibrator away, giving you a chance to catch your breath before he replaced the vibrator on your clit, this time he plunged your fingers into you. His actions caused your back to arch prompting you to let out the most animalistic howl he’d ever heard. The sound surprised both of you. You whimpered as he pulled his fingers out of you, the buzzing stopped and the room was eerily quiet. You felt him shift off the bed then the loud shatter of the mirror. Without any warning Dabi grasped your ankles, pulling you so that that your lower half was off the bed, then he plunged into you not giving you any time to get used to him. He needed you, he needed you to make that sound. The one you made with the vibrator.      

  Dabi thrust into you powerfully, his fingers gripped your hips so tightly that you could fell your skin bruising beneath his touch. He undid the ball gag and it fell from your mouth. The obscenities coming out over your mouth were just sinful. 

“ That’s all you’ve got?” He spoke through gritted teeth. “First you play with yourself, then you cry like a slut when I use a vibrator on you. What? Am I not enough for you?” His voice was desperate. He laced his fingers through your hair and pulled it bearishly causing you to yelp. “That’s it.” He continued to pull. “I am the only one that gets to make you feel like this. Got it?” 

Pulling you back into him by your hair he wrapped his forearm around your throat as he continued rutting into you. Like instinct your hips pushed back against him, angling yourself so that with every thrust he hit that spongy spot in your core. 

“ Ah! Ah!” Your exasperated moans and the gripping of your cunt were telltale signs that your yet another orgasm was quickly approaching. Being blindfolded made it so that your senses tuned into the feeling of his stretching you and his lewd moans filling your ears.

“Don’t you dare.” He grunted into your ear. “Don’t you fucking dare. Haven’t you had enough you selfish little whore?” His raspy voice caused an eruption of goosebumps to break out over your skin. “Keep squeezing me, just like that princess. Milk me with your impatient little cunt then you can have yours.” 

As his release approached his thrusts became even more vicious making it nearly impossible for you to hold back your impending orgasm. Dabi threw all of his weight into his next thrust, releasing his grip on your neck and sending you both flying forward. He lied flat on top of you still bucking his hips into you as you howled like a bitch in heat. He stilled at last as his own wave of pleasure washed over him as he painted your inner walls white, allowing for your final release. You clamped down on him hard as your eyes rolled back into your head and your body went limp. 

When you came to you were in the bathtub, no blindfold unbound with Dabi sitting over you, pouring the warm soapy water over your naked body. He used a towel to wash you. When he noticed that you were awake the corners of his mouth pulled into a soft smile and he leaned down to place a pillow-soft kiss on your forehead. 

“Look who’s awake.” His eyes still had that bashful glimmer in them. “You did so well tonight princess.” He ran his fingers threw your hair a few times before he finished cleaning you up. When you stepped out of the tub he wrapped you up in a towel and carried you to the bedroom carefully stepping around the shards of glass that littered the floor. He dressed you in one of his t-shirts. You lied down in the bed and Dabi sat next to you massaging your wrists until you fell asleep before him.  He swept up remains of the shattered mirror before going to clean himself up and crawling into bed next to you. 

[writingwhatneedswriting]

A Very Important Person- Jotaro Kujo x Reader

[Disclaimer, I don’t own any of the JJBA characters, they all belong to Hirohiko Araki] Her eyes always seemed to be drawn to him. Perhaps it was his dark eyes or his foreboding presence that magnetically attracted her gaze, but no matter what it was, it was getting stronger every passing day. She'd sit in class, nervously kicking her legs as she gazed at him, a mixture of awe and confusion laced in her expression as she watched him. Why was she so interested in this boy? Then, one day, he was gone. Rumours went around that he’d killed the school nurse and the new student, Noriaki Kakyoin. She couldn’t believe them, but something in her gut told her that that was the reason she couldn’t stop watching him. It was instinct. She thought, pondering. Her body must have known to keep an eye on him, to defend herself. After all, she was not particularly tall, and not that intimidating. If he was a fox, she was a rabbit, tied up and already covered in seasoning.   But every day that he was gone, her stomach turned, churning and twisting in on itself. Something was horribly wrong, and she had no idea what. Everywhere she walked, she looked back, over her shoulders, even in broad daylight. Something was watching her. It had to be.  After a month of paranoia, she couldn’t take it anymore, and stopped checking herself, just walking as though everything was fine. Despite her fear, she couldn’t let the terror rule her life. she couldn’t let the panic stop her living. But it did.  She'd only stayed late by an hour. She'd asked her teacher many questions, hoping to do well in the exam and after an hour, she had no more questions. Satisfied, she walked out of school, noting the early sunset painting the sky a beautiful red. In her distracted state, She'd bumped into a man. Swiftly, she stepped back, bowing in apology to him, before peering to look at him. He had fairly dark skin, with a tall hat, and at his side was a young boy, of the same skin-tone and large dark hair.   “Is this the one, Mondatta?” The tall one asked, eyes narrowing down at her.   “That’s what Thoth says, yes. Look, right here.” the young boy held a manga book in his hands, holding it open and pointing to a page. “After Master Dio was defeated, Jotaro and Joseph both made their way back to Japan, but Oingo and his little brother were already there, ready to get revenge, by taking someone every important!” The boy read out, before pointing to a full-page picture.  As she stood up, confused, she realised the image was meant to be her. Her soft hair, her delicate skin, her unmistakable eyes. It was in an odd, childish style, but it was her, with the same shocked expression she was wearing. she turned on her heels, about to cut and run, to scream for help, but it was already too late, as she taller one had wrapped an arm around her waist and covered her mouth with his hand. “We need to have her for a few days for this to work, but we can do that! Yes! Look, Thoth is showing us where we can hide!” They’d had her for a day by the time anyone realised. They got her a change of clothes for her to wear, so she wasn’t stuck in her uniform, and some food. They followed the book to the letter, which was lucky for her. It got them to pick out the clothes, the food, and to decide not to tie her up. They’d kept her in some kind of abandoned warehouse, likely for a housewares store, so there was a bed for each of us to sleep on, and chairs so they could keep their eye on her. Zenyatta, the older of the two, was the more outgoing of the two, and maintained a conversation with her, keeping her from going totally crazy, and Mondatta kept to himself, only piping up to speak to his brother.  “There’s a new page, brother!” he called out, hurrying over, to show his brother the book. she craned her neck and peered over. “After holding the important person for two days, Jotaro began searching for her. After walking in, he fell for the clever brothers’ bait and ended up trapped! Clever trap, Oingo! And so, with Jotaro trapped, the two brothers dropped him to the floor, and he died!” The images were disturbing. They had the style of a child’s manga, but it showed Jotaro like a monster, ending up trapped by a leg snare, dangling from the roof, before being dropped to the floor, surrounded by his own blood. she didn’t have the time to question it before Zenyatta used the manga to tie her to the chair, her arms behind her back, her legs fastened to one of the chair legs, and her body attached to the back of the chair. “Please, don’t do this, Zenyatta! Please!” she begged, but despite his reluctance, he shoved the gag in her mouth and stopped her from talking, before tying a blindfold tightly around her eyes.   Afterwards, she heard him begin to work on the snare, readying it for Jotaro.   “This says he’ll be here tomorrow when that clock strikes 12! We’ll have him, yes!” Mondatta cheered, and there she was left, forced to gaze idly at the darkness, waiting for the clock to reach its mark.   Hours passed like minutes, with her eyes lost in darkness. Soon the time would come, and soon, Jotaro would be nothing but a puddle of crimson. He wasn’t as bad as she'd thought. With the time given to her, silent and only able to think, she found herself thinking about her few interactions with him. He’d picked her book up for her once, only to then scold her for being so stupid as to drop it. He’d even caught her watching him a few times, but he never said a word, only holding her gaze for a while before turning back to his work. How could she ever think he’d do something so cruel as to kill someone? Beyond that, why did she even think he would be watching her? There was silence. The two brothers seemed to have hidden away and had stopped talking. The time was close. She felt the sunlight on her skin. The sun was high in the sky, shining through the window on her, clearly showing her in the relative darkness of the warehouse.   The seconds seemed to drag now until there was a sudden creaking sound. Jotaro! She wriggled slightly in the chair, shaking her head and screaming for him to leave, begging him not to come any closer. “What the hell?” Came the low, gruff voice of her classmate, as steps slowly edged closer. “Hey! Hey, what’s going on?” he asked.   “Don’t! Don’t come any closer! They’re going to kill you!” She cried, but it was too muffled to be understandable. “Shut up! Stop yelling!” Zenyatta yelled before he sucked in a sharp breath. The footsteps stopped. Her heart was beating in her ears, and she was shaking, writhing on the chair, the ropes digging into her skin, harshly.   “Oh. It’s you two... didn’t you hear? I beat the shit out of your boss... what do you think this gets you?” There was the sound of a wince, and some murmuring between the brothers, before a sigh came from Jotaro. “Good grief...” he murmured before the steps got closer and closer.   The light was blinding as it hit her eyes, and after a moment of blinking, she looked up at Jotaro, who was holding the blindfold. The tears that brimmed in her eyes soon fell and struck down her cheeks. “I’m going to put this back on you, alright? Once I’m done, I’ll let you go.” His dark eyes narrowed down at her before he put the blindfold back on her. After a few minutes of yelling and screaming, Jotaro returned, releasing her legs and arms, as well as taking off the gag and the blindfold. There were Zenyatta and Mondatta, hanging from the same snare they'd set up for Jotaro. "Are you alright?" She turned to Jotaro. His eyes were focused on her, so sharp and so dark she thought she'd get lost in them. "I... I'm okay," she whispered, as he took her hand, gently pulling her up to stand, only to have her fall against him, too weak on her unused legs. "I'm sorry-!" "Shut up." He grunted, before adjusting and sweeping her off of her feet, cradling her in his arms, keeping his eyes on hers. "You have nothing to be sorry for. Those weirdos grabbed you, what about that makes you sorry?" She didn't answer, just looking into his eyes. "They said I'm an important person... what does that mean?" "They wanted to hurt me. So they took you." He sighed. "Dammit... I'd wanted to tell you... once I got home." His brow was furrowed She parted her lips, to ask a question, only to have them stolen by her classmate. She melted against him, one hand cupping his cheek as he held her, tightly. Jotaro pulled back, about to speak, before she smirked. "Shut up. I already know." she whispered, softly. Jotaro's eyebrows lifted, then settled again, before he kissed her again, carrying her from the warehouse, leaving the two brothers dangling from the ceiling, screaming for help. 

[peachfyzzy]

risotto nero x reader: snooping nsfw

the risotto fuckers have spoken for my 333 milestone! this one got unholy, but enjoy!!!

also, i have an a03 now!! heres the link for this fic! https://archiveofourown.org/works/20921339

cw: heavy bdsm, rough sex, wax play, degradation, unholy writing

You awoke in the morning with a dull ache in your back and with the sound of snoring filling your ears. The early morning sun wasn't the thing that woke you up, that was for sure. With a groan, you rolled over onto your side to get a look at the man you settled with last night. An average face. An average body. An average cock.

Ever since you had met your roommate, any other guy had been 'settling'. Risotto was by far one of the most beautiful men you met, and your jaw physically dropped when he answered your ad in the newspaper. You were in search of a roommate, but when you heard it was going to be a man, you rolled your eyes. It was common for men to seek out women like this, and you half expected Risotto to be the same.

Instead, he was one of the gentlest, kindest men you had met in your life. Despite his odd friends, sleep schedule, and work habits, you fell for him all too hard and made your best effort to hide or dismiss the feelings you had for him.

It...It didn't work.

You filled the Risotto sized hole with men who paled in comparison to him, ones who would whimper at the mere sight of your crush. Of course, this brought little to no satisfaction. Neither to them or to you. It was always obvious you were searching for something that wasn't there. His body type. His deep, sensual voice. His peculiar sense of humor. Anything and everything of his you searched for in lesser men.

Your feelings for him got even deeper once you finally learned more about the man. It happened innocently, truly. You had taken Risotto's clothes from the basket in the bathroom and did him a favor by washing them. Not wanting to crowd your own room, you took the basket into his and decided to fold them and sit them in his dresser. In your mind, this was going to be a sweet act, one that could possibly get you to catch his attention a little more.

But instead, something caught your attention. Buried under a few clean Metallica shirts was something hard and metal. You knew it was wrong- more than wrong in fact- to go through your roommates things but...You couldn't help yourself. With a trembling hand, you lifted the shirts and gasped.

Laying there were an assortment of items- all living up to Risotto's signature BDSM gear outfits.

A pair of handcuffs, lubricant, a full body strap, a chrome collar,a matching leash, and a bundle of wound up black rope. You bit your lip, drinking in the pure fantasy of Risotto using these things on you. You could see it so vividly.

Pressed down face first by the giant man and being tugged on by the pretty metal leash and collar. He would thrust within you mercilessly, ignoring your cries and messy moanings of his name. Slowly your hand began to creep its way down your belly and around the growing wetness of your pussy. Risotto would-

The honking of a nearby car snapped you out of your wet daydream and made you fumble the shirt back into its place. You gasped, holding your hand on your heart and thanking the higher powers that Risotto wasn't the one to interrupt your little moment. You took a sticky note from his desk and quickly scribbled 'Did your laundry! Didn't wanna put it back, sorry (:!' and zoomed off to your room with the lingering blush and fantasy stuff in your head.

Once you were gone, Risotto made himself visible again. When he heard you creep into his room, he automatically assumed you were going to be some sort of enemy, but instead, it was just you.

To his surprise, you were holding his laundry. He held his invisibility for a moment out of pure curiosity. This curiosity only peaked when he saw you would go above and beyond to put his things away.

Risotto wasn't ashamed of his...unique taste. But he would be lying if he said his eyes didn't flutter at your mutual interest in the more dirty things in the bedroom. Just as he was about to make himself known, you ran out and left him in the dust. Once you left, he called back Metallica and tutted, flipping his paper with a diabolical thought in his head.

Sighing, you put on your pants and shirt, thankfully sneaking out before the man you slept with the previous night didn't wake up. That type of awkwardness was more than tiring. But topped on with the disappointment of your unrequited love? Abysmal. With familiarity, you zipped out of the apartment and made your way towards the one you shared.

By the time you got back to the apartment, it was just turning six am. Once again, you thanked your luck and Risotto's fucked up sleep patterns. By now, he would be slumped over his desk asleep and deep in dreamland. You thought about what blanket you would use to drape over him this morning as you fit the key into your lock and opened it, expecting an empty living room and a peaceful house.

Instead, you caught sight of Risotto, left leg over his right and his eyes focused on an old book. "Oh...uh...You're awake." You blushed a bit, knowing that you didn't look the best from your one night stand. Your hair sat messily on your shoulders and your shirt hung loosely on your body.

"I slept last night."

"Oh. I see. Well I'm gonna-"

"Where were you last night?" He looked up from his book, his eyes locking with yours. "You normally sneak back in a little earlier than this." Your blush intensified. Had he really heard you sneak back in all those nights? Contrasting to your obviously shy reaction, you played it 'cool'.

"What are you? Jealous?" Risotto tutted once again, folding the book and standing finally.

"You think fucking some mediocre guy would make me jealous? If you can still walk after, there's nothing to be jealous about." You shook your head feverishly. He read you like a book. You didn't know what you were shaking your head too, but you felt the lust pooling deep inside you. "Does he even know what you like?"

"I...We...We only met last night."

"I thought so." His tone of voice was stern and domineering, the one he used often when directing his team mates. "I bet he wouldn't even know how to properly put on a pair of handcuffs."

"What makes you think I like-"

"I saw you that day, you know. You didn't notice me so I didn't interrupt you." He took a step closer to you, the sound of something hard and metal clinking around in his pockets. "This time, I don't think I'm able to resist."

~~

After your little conversation, you two wasted no time heading to the bedroom.

You had to admit- you were eager after years of getting mediocre dick, but none of your exictment was turned down by Risotto. It only motivated him to break you down even more. With his hand in yours, you both had a long talk about safe words and signals, and shortly after...your body was given the treatment it needed.

Your wrists were tightly chained together by the heavy handcuffs you had seen earlier and your legs were forcibly spread by the rope you had witnessed as well. Your eyes weren't blindfolded, but your ass was raised and your head laid to the side on the pillow crowning the bed. The sound of the cherry red BDSM whip being slapped against the bed frame made you wiggle with anticipation. "How long have you wanted this, troia? Tell me."

"Since I saw you, Sir." You bit your lip again, the lewd words only serving to rile you up more. The shocking yet pleasurable jolt of pain from his whip shot through your body and made your ass red.

"Speak louder. I want to hear how badly you wanted to be under me."

"Since I-I saw you!" With a content hum, Risotto rubbed the aching mound of your ass.

"Better." Your partner walked towards your side,finally visible to you. "I'd ask you if you were sorry for rooting through my stuff." He leaned forward, whispering into your ear. "But I know you aren't. And neither am I."

His words made you struggle against your restraints. Risotto could only chuckle. The goth man trailed the leather whip along the crack of your back, pausing to study the chill that visibly ran up your spine. You responded in spades. "Risotto, please..." You muffled your words by shoving your face into your pillow. "I need it. Please...Just..." To your surprise, you heard the sound of clothes dropping and the masochistic tool behind dropped. You squeezed your eyes shut, spreading your legs just a little more to accommodate his big size...

"Open up."

"Huh-"

Risotto stopped you mid sentence, grasping your chin and keeping it open from the beginning of your words. This was your first time ever seeing Risotto's full cock. Of course, you had caught his bulges every so often but...this was wholly different. He boasted something around ten inches- something you had never taken before. "You aren't ready to take me there yet." He was right, but you didn't want to agree. He raised his eyebrow, taking on the challenge and pinching your nose shut. Your mouth opened a bit more and his cock fully lined up with your lips. "You know what to do if things get intense."

With a nod, his cock was filling your mouth. He didn't dare prod at your throat- no, not yet. But he made sure to fill up your mouth with his taste and girth. You laughed in your head at your presumptuous statement earlier. Risotto grabbed your head, urging it forward and grunting into the ceiling. "Dio mio..." Despite the fact he was using your mouth like you had no gag reflex, he was definitely saving you from the pain of a premature fucking. Your eyes filled with the product of his rough face fucking, and just when you thought it would be too much, he pulled away and released his hold on your nose. You gasped and sputtered, regaining your breath and coating your chin with saliva. The look of you so messy- teary eyed and covered in your own effort turned Risotto on like nothing else. "Just as you should look, puttana." His insults sounded like loved laced poetry in your state. You had already begun drifting off deep into sub-space, and his unrelenting energy made you keel with want.

By now, you knew you were wet enough to take him in his entirety, but he wasn't done with you quite yet.

Risotto looked down at you once again, rubbing the tip of his cock against the softness of your lips while he grasped for something in the nightstand next to you. You were too preoccupied by trying to get the slightest pleasure from his cock to hear the flicking of his lighter and the clicking of a candle being lit. When he pulled away, you looked up teary eyed and wanting. "Sir...At least give me something. Please!"

"Be patient. You'll get something. I never would've pegged you to be such a masochist." The wax quickly heated and you waited with baited breath. Finally, he tipped the deep white candle holder over the mound of your ass. Without you willing them to, guttural moans escaped from the deepest parts of your throat. Your eyes flew to the back of your head and your body could hardly hold its content with the kind of play in. Risotto brought a hand down to your dribbling pussy and wasted no time rubbing his fingers in harsh circles around the most sensitive parts of you- still continuing to drip the hot liquid along your back slowly. Your body froze and started again at the clashing of pleasure and pain. It was all too much!

"I'm gonna cum! S-Sir!" Just before the taut string in you threatened to snap, he stopped all at once.

"I wanna see how you feel before I overstimulate you." He spoke bluntly, finally lining himself up with your cunt and sending a wave of relief rushing over you. In the moment, that's all you wanted. To feel him fill you and stretch out your walls with his girth.

With a pleasure struck smile plastered over your face, you took the entirety of his cock, only asking him to pause to strike you again or play with your clit. Even the most painful parts melded into pleasurable ones under the influence of Risotto- something you never thought could happen.

Once Risotto was finally balls deep, you begged him to let you savor the feeling of the warmth radiating from your lower half. He, of course, pulled out and slammed back in as a response. With your head being pulled back via your hair, Risotto fucked you at a brutal pace. He let out jumbled insults and strings of dirty talk that made your mind twist even further than it was, and further occupied your consciousness with the presence of Risotto.

"H-Harder sir!" Your words were barely telligeble because of the quick thrusting motions, but Risotto was used to hearing you like this.

You could be quite loud when masturbating.

"Harder?" Risotto felt his body surge with want at your wanting for more. He looped one of his fingers through your collar and brought you to his chest, fucking you mercilessly with his lips suckling on the sweetest part of your neck. Of course, you didn't last long. Your body struggled to keep up with the pure magnitude of Risotto. Soon, you were screaming out your partners name and dropped onto the pillow underneath you. Risotto fucked your almost limp but accepting body until he filled you for the first time of the night. You both sat panting for a moment, only drinking in the silence and non-stimulation among each other. "Didn't I promise to overstimulate you, puttana? Get on your back."

You happily complied. 

[reprobateubeg4]

“Some days I can't get out of my head

That's just the dark side of me”

https://open.spotify.com/track/14EgW52HVqnLHd30bgbPxg?si=QrBXedGOTbOFAc2Y67xAhA

[The room was dimly lit, candlelight flickered in its dark glow. Groans sounded out from Detective Dick as I tightened the wrist straps restraining him. “Kenzi…” his voice was a low plead as I raised the blindfold and reached to tie it over his eyes.]

You sure this is what you want? Cause if I get arrested for this shit Imma be pissed as fuck at you.

[“I told you, I’d sign a contract saying this is what I want.” I nodded. Seemed odd I didn’t have one handy but I brushed it off, impatience maybe? I rolled my shoulders and moved to the side of my bed and kneeled down to pull the antique box from beneath it. I opened it carefully with a key from my neck, revealing a silk and soft padded lining sections with carefully placed knives. Intricate in their various styles of my collection. All my favorites. Sharpened, shined, and hidden from sight for safety and kept secrets. I picked up the heirloom blade from my ancestors, red and black stones, the sharpest of all the blades in the box. I climbed over Detective Dick and straddled his hips. I brush the blade smoothly over his cheek, jaw, tracing his neck as he swallows. A dark smirk stretches over my features at the sense of fear he presents. I turned the knife so the edge glides over his flesh, cutting a thin slow slice down his chest. “Fuck… Kenzi..” my name escapes his lips in a painful hiss. I swipe the next cut in a quick slash in diagonal streak over his right pectoral. His hip bucks sending me forward which only gives me leverage to lock my legs beneath him to lock me in a tighter hold over him. I give another cut, deeper than the first and slower than the last swipe. “Kenzi, stop! Please! I can’t.. take it..” His voice was muffled. When did my hand get over his mouth? My hand clamped tighter has he squirmed beneath me. My knife wielding hand kept slicing and slashing away, carving my name and truths of his lies into his chest until the squirming stopped and I was covered in his blood. I leaned forward to peel off the blindfold. I was met with restraint, snap and roll and was pinned. The sound of the knife clinking to the floor with a loud thud and snapping of teeth. When the dim light flashed bright enough, Cricket's features showed with a wide mouth ready and open.~~~~I jumped out and off the bed and slammed into the light switch across the room. I swung the baseball bat from behind the door and moved around the door as if I wasn’t the only one around the room. I clearly was.]

Fuck, I really am losing my shit. This quarantine bullshit is really getting to me.

[I set the baseball bat aside. I moved to the bed and felt around for the antique box.]

Definitely a dream. He’s not here, she’s not here and My knives aren’t even here. Wait… my knives aren’t here… THE FUCK ARE MY KNIVES?!!

[I flipped the covers up and searched under the bed. Nothing. Flipped boxes and clothes from the closet. Nothing. Bathroom. Nothing. Living room and kitchen were empty too. I slipped on clothes quickly and grabbed my knife spring boots to slip them on and lace up and checked them with a stomp check. I grabbed my keys and headed to the car. It didn’t matter that it was 3 am. If Detective Dick took my shit he was in for the worst wake up call. And if he didn’t then It'd be a trip to Roma to find out what she’d done. I reached the door and as soon as I opened it there he was, fucking Detective Dick.]

Are you fucking serious? What are you doing? Are you stalking me?

[“No, Kenzi, I came to tell you…” I pushed past him and didn’t stop as I ran to the car and peeled out of the garage. It didn’t matter what he had to tell me. A sudden sense of going to see Roma hit and I headed out. When I pulled up to the gates, they were busted open. Cop cars surrounded her driveway way and I parked the car before I jumped out and took off into a run.]

AUNT ROMA!!

[I pushed and climbed through a crowd of officers and ducked under the yellow tape and was blocked by a detective I didn’t recognize. “Can I help you?” I tried to get past him but he wasn’t budging and it didn’t help that Dick walked up behind to help him.]

My aunt lives here, is she okay? What happened? What’s going on?

[“That's what I was coming to tell you, this is Detective Ramirez. He’s the homicide detective on this case.” I could hear the shakiness in Dick’s voice as he tried to figure out the best way to break the news to me. Professional? Personal? How do you break that kind of news? My stomach pitted. I gripped my chest and took a deep breath as I fell back against him and fell to my knees.]

Homicide? That means? Oh my god… I can’t… breathe

[When the coroner walked through my eyes filled with water and watched his every move as best I could as he disappeared into her office room. “Your aunt, there’s a lot of occult items in the home, is she into all that magic stuff.” I rolled my eyes.]

Family of Romani gypsies. She’s—was a medium. She—was a Wiccan practitioner and a heavy believer in as you call “magic stuff” so please be respectful with her stuff, you might release a demon or some negative spirit if you bump into the wrong thing or break something.

[“Right. So is she a fortune teller? Like a customer paid psychic type.” I nodded.]

Not like old carny style but yeah she started at the local fair, built a client base and when the big money players wanted in she became a “personal consultant” and left out the psychic part. She keeps a schedule book in that room.. I can’t explain where it’s a feel around kind of thing.. I would need to be in there to get it.

[The detective shook his head. Dick to his opening though. “Might be the only way. If she has the best way to get a lead..” when the coroner came out with the gurney and black bag he pointed “what’s the hesitation?” The detective “Just.. be careful” I slowly moved and caught a glimpse of the cuts and slashes over her chest. Similar to my dream.. I started to freak out until I heard the whisper. I looked over to see her ghost shake her head. I moved to the office and felt around for the prick to my finger and the drawer popped free. I pulled my finger to my mouth. “What’d you do?”]

It’s a blood code. It’s a setup that only opens to family. It’s open. I didn’t touch anything else. Just popped the drawers for you. I need some air.. I’m gonna set outside for a bit..

[I climbed over the desk and moved to where I saw Roma’s ghost and stepped to the back door. “I’m sorry if I worried you, dear” the chilly whisper sent goosebumps over my skin. “I just needed to reach out for your attention, I picked one of your guilty nightmares.” I shook my head, embarrassed that Cricket could be considered that when I’ve worked so hard to convince myself I wasn’t scared of her.]

Who did this? And why? And where are my knives?

[“All those questions have related answers.” I looked over at her. “Find the answer to one you’ll find the answer to the other two.” An eyebrow raised. Aunt Roma’s hand raised and pressed against my cheek as tears rolled down my cheek. “Love you. Embrace who you are and it’ll lead you to the answers you seek.” ]

Wait.. Aunt Roma..

[Before I could say anything she vanished into the moonlight. I wiped my cheek and searched my pockets for cigarettes. I managed to find one and patted everything for a lighter and was met with a flicked flame by Detective Dick. I sucked in the toxic breath and blew out a slow bellow of smoke.]

How long til I can do her funeral? And claim her stuff?

[“Depends. They’re going to take everything from the desk, dust everything down. Probably send another crew in for another dust over. Couple days a week or two?” I nodded and took another few silent hits of the cigarette before dropping and stomping out the cigarette.]

What about her dog?

[“Her what?” Detective Dick looked at me confused as I started out into the woods towards the dark barn house.]

Monster! Vino!

[A Black Great Dane came bounding out through the trees, barely seen, only outlines in the light. I snapped my fingers beside me and shouted.]

Sta! Băiat bun!

[I bent down to kiss his nose and scratch his ears. “What are you saying?” I stood up but kept my hand moving over the top of his head.]

Romanian. She taught him commands in Romanian so if he was close when someone was near she could speak and they wouldn’t know what was being said. Which tells me this attack wasn’t planned. They must’ve had an amulet to black intentions or it was too late to change it? I-I don’t know..

[“Hey, don’t do that to yourself..” when Detective Dick took a step towards me Monster growled and adjusted to an attack stance. “Woah, okay..” when Dick backed Monster relaxed again. “Seems you’ll be protected tonight”]

Yeah, but my place is not big enough for this big boy. Not for long. I’ll have to bring him back here whenever they're done grabbing everything they need.

[I snapped my fingers and walked to the front of the house to get in my car and let Monster climb in ahead of me. I backed out of the driveway with a deep breath and felt a wet tongue over my face.]

Thanks dude… that’s not what I was thinking I needed but I’ll take it.

[chiawrites]

can you do like maybe just maybe nsfw alphabet but with EDDIE BROCK k thnkx bysies!

!! Yes I can and I certainly have so here we go 

Pairing: Eddie Brock x Fem!Reader, generally gender neutral except for B 

Word count: 1691

Warnings: NSFW, DO NOT SCROLL IF YOU’RE IN A PUBLIC PLACE lmao 

Tags: anon and my little venomfuckers 

A- Aftercare

Considering that this man is literally a loveable mess, he’s sweet as FUCK when it comes to aftercare. He’ll make sure to clean you up, reluctantly hand over one of his sweaters, and spoon you till you both fall asleep. He likes being the little spoon, (although he will NEVER tell you that) but when he’s the big spoon he’s very protective. Usually spooning leads to second rounds if you’re the little spoon. Just think of the “how to spoon: dick hard on the butt, tiddy in my hand” video of Anakin Skywalker lmao 

B- Body Part 

Well, see, a bi man will be a bi man, and Eddie, loving women, will definitely love your breasts. He likes peppering kisses across them during and after sex, and leaving little suckle marks. He most certainly has an issue with leaving hickies everywhere boobs are concerned. That and your hands, your nails, and any other part of your body that you use to leave marks on him. He likes it when you drag your nails down his back and leave red streaks from pressing too hard, or when you dig your fingers into his hair while his lips graze your neck. 

C- Cum 

This man is definitely not clean. Depending on if you use birth control or not, he prefers being able to get messy with you than wear a condom. In all honesty, the thing that turns him on the most is probably seeing you dripping from his own seed. 

D- Dirty Secret 

Oh-hoho he would never be able to muster up the courage to tell you but this man loves it when you’re on top. Not just because he has a front row seat to your body on display, but he’s aroused by the idea of you being dominant. It’s always been a kink of his to be tied down, albeit he hasn’t experienced it often. Back when he was with Anne, they experimented drunkenly maybe once, but never after that. 

E- Experience 

He isn’t as experienced as you’d think. Obviously he’s had sex before, he’s not a damn virgin, but he’s not much of a fan of one-night stands; so he hasn’t gotten around enough to know all the tricks of the trade. That said, he enjoys learning what makes you tick, and what pleases you. 

F- Favourite Position 

Cowgirl or doggystyle, hands down. Eddie loves having you on top, obviously. Seeing your breasts bounce every time your bodies thrust together, oh lord it makes him harder. He also loves doggystyle because of how you crumple face first into the pillow and try to muffle your moans for the neighbours. His favourite part about doggystyle is the control he has of your hips, grasping them and leaving crescent dents where his nails dug into your flesh. He loves seeing your ass in the air, just for him. 

G- Goofy 

This man is a goof. That’s it. His best jokes are always told when he’s pounding you from behind, gripping you tight.  

No but on a more professional note- during foreplay, he loves to make you laugh. Seeing you enjoy yourself is the best part of sex, for him. He cannot stand uncomfortable and quiet nights of sex and nothing else. If theres no comical connection, it’s a turn off. 

H- Hair 

He’s not hairless like a siamese cat, but he prefers to trim himself at least once a week. Don’t ask him to shave down there, though, because even for you, he wouldn’t suffer being itchy and uncomfortable. 

I- Intimacy 

This guy is a hopeless romantic. Eddie will definitely tell you sappy stories about how much he loves you and what he would do for you. Sex isn’t purely sex just for pleasure for him, its a bond, and a sensual act that he uses to show how much he cares for you (and who exactly you belong to, but that’s on his top nights.) After sex, if you’re not immediately knocked out, he likes having long conversations with you on existentialism. He also loves the sound of your voice, and when you go on passionate rants about your interests. 

J- Jack Off 

There’s nothing I could write here that would even possibly be safe for work haha nice 

Ever since the two of you got together, he hasn’t had much need, nor opportunity to masturbate. When he does, it’s only because he’s pent-up and you’re gone. 

He prefers to watch you please yourself, if anything. The sight of you, probably thinking about messing around with him, getting off by yourself? God damn 

K- Kinks

It’s been mentioned before but Eddie is a sucker for being tied down, tied up, and just generally bound. Whether its you tying him down, or him tying you down, he’s game for it. The idea of being restrained and forced to watch, but not touch is what makes him tick. 

Another thing is size. He likes his partners smaller than him, so it’s easy to throw them over his shoulder and lift into different positions with ease. Eddie likes the idea of having to bend to reach your lips, or you having to go on your tips of your toes to press kisses to his neck. 

L- Location 

Eddie prefers the bedroom. He likes secluded places and comfortable surfaces to have sex on, namely his bed or yours. That said, he definitely is turned on by the risk of being caught if you two decide to have a quickie in a public place. 

M- Motivation 

The thing that gets him going is the anticipation of what’s to come. He likes teasing and being teased. He especially likes it when you send him pictures of you in lingerie. Not naked, but in undergarments, because it’s similar to the idea of unwrapping a gift. Eddie likes to use his imagination as motivation. Usually he starts thinking of various fantasies or past sexual encounters with you and he’s ready for another round. 

N- No 

Anything that has to do with abuse or non-consent role-play is an instant turn off. He refuses to hit you in any way, and dislikes the idea of gagging and/or blindfolding either of you. He likes to see your eyes and hear your whimpers anyways :-)

O- Oral 

Giving or receiving, he’s good either way. He prefers giving, though. The thought of your thighs wrapped around his head, hands grasping at his hair as your hips move against the movements of his mouth? God yes. 

Although he prefers being generous and considerate, Eddie won’t refuse head. 

P- Pace 

Eddie likes to start off slow, enjoying the way his thrusts feel inside you. But when you both start to get undone, there’s no limit to how much he’ll speed up. He isn’t often rough and quick, but when he is, it makes the climax all that more blissful. 

Q- Quickie 

He will do quickies if he or you are in a hurry, but he prefers the full time allowance. When you’re doing quickies, he prefers to pin you up on the wall of wherever you both are, and push into you from underneath. Your legs around his waist, pulling him in, prompt him to go faster. 

R- Risk 

Risk-taking is thrilling and sometimes exciting, but when it comes to extreme risk, like doing it in a public washroom or something of sorts, count him out. Since sex is an intimate act for him, the idea of other people spying and/or watching you two going at it for their own pleasure is a no-no. 

S- Stamina 

Eddie can last a long time before climaxing. That said, once he does, it’s unlikely he’ll go past two rounds. Sex can be anywhere between five minutes to thirty minutes, if the foreplay is good and lasts long enough. 

T- Toys 

The both of you don’t own many toys. He’s not exactly a fan, because he feels that genuine sex is better than silicon sex, but the few times he’d seen you getting off my yourself with a vibrator made him change his mind a little. Sometimes, when he’s going down on you, he’ll break out the vibrator along with his mouth and watch you go crazy for it. 

W- Wild Card 

He loves seeing you dressed up. Anything that’s tight around your ass, or that shows your cleavage will make it hard for him to keep his hands off you. 

When it comes to being dressed up in lingerie, he prefers black or red. Those colours are undeniably sexy, for some subconscious reason. Eddie adores seeing you in slightly see-through lace, and gets handsy when you start to strip for him. That man will not deny a good striptease. 

X- X-ray 

Let’s see inside his pants, shall we? 

Some would argue he’s the perfect size. 7 inches hard, thick enough to fill you up but not thick enough to hurt. 

If he really wanted to, he could potentially get Venom to give him a size upgrade :-D

Y- Yearning 

When Eddie really wants you, he’ll let you know. A hand on your thigh when you’re both eating out and you aren’t being innocent, a kiss to your jawline when you bring him meals at work and are dressed up and showing off while pretending like you’re in casual clothes, a long, passionate embrace when you leave in the mornings to go to your job- they’re all little signs that it’s going to get extremely heated later. 

Z- Zzz

It doesn’t take the two of you long to fall asleep after sex. Sometimes if he’s still hard and you’re still awake, he’ll pull your back into his chest and lazily fuck you from behind. Usually you both fall asleep spooning, but on some occasions you’ve found your front glued to Eddie thanks to his arms pinning you in place at your waist, your faces only inches apart. Sleeping alongside him is more often than not a tangle of limbs and skin on skin. He prefers sleeping naked, because the skin contact helps comfort him, but otherwise he sleeps in a pair of boxers and a loose tee-shirt. 

[stachestachestache]

Beneath the Surface -- Chris Beck

Anon: Omg could you write about Chris Beck kinda surprising you and being a total dom in the bedroom?

Some unsavory stuff under the cut: P.S. lost a little steam towards the end and didn’t finish the smutty part so might write a part two depending on whether ppl actually want it.

Words you generally associated with one Mr. Chris Beck: soft, goofy, genius, sweet, kind, and loving.

Chris was everything you could have asked for and more. He was the epitome of the perfect gentleman and partner: attentive to your needs and incredibly communicative. Since he had returned from Mars, he was even more sweet with you, almost sickly sweet. He knew he put you through hell by choosing to be up in space for over two years and he wanted to do everything in his power to let you know he loved you and was incredibly thankful that you waited for him.

Sometimes you questioned his sweet veneer; you knew there was something a little darker lurking underneath. He was exceedingly polite and the picture-perfect man for the press; the media loved to point their fancy cameras at the brunette with captivating blue eyes. Add in the fact that he was an astronaut and doctor -- he was basically America’s dream boyfriend and husband.

But you knew him better than that. You saw the hunger in his eyes when he thought you weren’t looking. Like that time you accidentally got caught up in yarn as you tried to knit a hat for your nephew. You and Chris were rough-housing in your living room; he had gotten bored waiting for you to give him attention and decided to throw your ball of yarn at you. By the end of it, your hands had somehow gotten completely tied up, bound in front of you. As you tried to wiggle out, realizing you would need a pair of scissors, you glanced up to find Chris staring at you with dark, hooded eyes, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. 

“Babe?” your voice snaps him out of his trance, a sweet smile taking over his face before jumping up to help you.

There was also the fact that he never allowed you to blow him to completion. He never seemed to allow himself to enjoy your mouth around his cock; he was tense, as if he were holding back, trying to stay in control. You tell him time and again to just let go but he refuses, muscles so tense, he looks as if he’s going to burst capillaries from how rigid he holds himself. Without fail, he always pulls you off his cock, bringing you up to cum inside of you. The one time he almost finished in your mouth, he had grabbed your head aggressively, both hands laced in your hair as he pushed his cock down your throat, causing you to gag. The moment tears began to leak down your cheeks, he backed away so quick, you barely had time to think. Instead of finishing, he pulled his pants back up, terrified, and ran to the bathroom, starting the shower and mumbling apologies.

Sex was nice with Chris -- sweet and easy. He was so gentle and so considerate. He was always planting kisses everywhere that he could, rocking into you, making sure you were taken care of before finding his own pleasure. But one time, in the heat of the moment, you decided to bite down on his shoulder, enough to leave teeth marks but not enough to draw blood. When you lifted your face, Chris’ eyes were practically feral. He immediately attacked your neck. It was the first time he had ever left a mark on you. When you woke the next day, you were shocked by your own reflection. The area from the bottom of your ears and across your tits was covered in red splotches where Chris had wrecked havoc with his mouth. He apologized when he woke up, eyes going wide and reprimanding himself softly for losing control.

Something was up and you were going to get to the bottom of it. 

You had a plan. 

You were going to push Chris to his limits, bring out whatever lurked underneath his superb control. It started with teasing touches. At home as you watched movies, you’d sneak a hand onto his thigh, creeping upwards before palming him through his pants. Chris would look over at you with blown pupils but every time he tried to move things further than heavy petting, you’d pull away, making some bogus excuse. This teasing dance went on for several weeks, the longest time the two of you had ever gone without sex.

By the end of week 2, the both of you were bursting at the seams. Chris had begun taking hour-long cold showers and staring at you hungrily every time you both sat down for a meal or spent any time in close proximity. He laid in bed awake for hours at a time, trying to resist the temptation of you lying inches away from him.

At the end of week 3, you put the second phase of your plan into action. You texted Chris that you had a surprise for him and to come home early. Once that text was sent, you jumped into the shower to get ready.

Chris rushed home immediately after work at the NASA lab. He expected to see you on the couch with a pizza and a movie ready to go but instead he found rose petals leading from the front door to your bedroom. He keeps calling out your name but hear no response, even though he saw the glow of your bedroom lamp peeking out from the closed door.

He doesn’t know why but he knocks on the door before going in, even though that’s something he never does at home. All he hears is a muffled moan. The sight that greets him has him watering at the mouth.

Chris wonders what gods has blessed him with the delectable meal that sits in front of him. He stalks your body on the bed like a predator that has cornered its prey. You’re all tied up on the bed, face down, loosely tied gag around your mouth, blindfold on your eyes, hands and legs cuffed to the bedposts and a vibrator taped to your dripping pussy. You had watched a couple youtube videos and somehow learned how to tie yourself up safely.

He rips off the blindfold to make sure you know the trap you have lead yourself into but he can barely think straight after three weeks of celibacy.

The words that begin tumbling out of his mouth nearly shocks you.

“Look at you -- a pretty little thing, all tied up like a whore begging to be destroyed. You want me to destroy that pussy? That what you want? Is that why you tied yourself up like this? When did you learn to do such naughty things?”

Chris undresses himself in record time, clamoring onto the bed.

Unbeknownst to you, you’ve unleashed a beast.

And so the night begins...

Tags: @cchellacat @eurynome827 @buckmesideways22 @ifantasizeromance @book-dragon-13 @anastassimuse 

[starstruck-thirst]

Pariston Hill: Something Old, Something New

Written in reference to @agent-cupcake‘s Pariston Hill: Ingénue series.

Prologue to ‘She Wants Revenge’. First part: ‘These Things’

Warning: Reference to abuse, mental manipulation, emotional manipulation, and sexual descriptions.

“I’m glad you came out with me to this gallery opening. I hate going into social situations like this.”

You barely registered the voice of your best friend at your side as she spoke to you. “Yeah. I hate going to these things too,” you told her with a small laugh in your voice.

 “You used to come to stuff like this all the time, didn’t you? When you worked for the hunters’ association?”

 Your throat tightened, and you struggled to swallow it down to respond. “Yeah. But it’s been half a year since then.”

 A tingling sensation started in your fingers and you clenched them into a fist to keep your hands from shaking. It was already hard enough to keep breathing past the growing tightening of your throat. Slowly you steadied your breathing; in five seconds, hold, out five seconds. You were determined to not have a panic attack in this gallery.

 The show wasn’t even particularly large. The somewhat large space had only four partitions set up to divide the space and provide more art space. The artist was up and coming so the dress code had been business casual and up, but nothing like what you used to attend when you did work at the hunters’ association. Which hopefully meant that a very specific person wouldn’t come.

 “I’m going to go to the other side of the gallery for a moment. I’ll meet you back over here in a bit, okay?” you told your friend. “I just need a minute to think then I’ll be much better.”

 She nodded, and even though she looked a bit sad she let you go.

 You felt fortunate that she understood. You hadn’t gone out a lot in the last six months and had become a shut in since your… health termination from the association. Being in public made you shake uncontrollably for a while, then it became an issue only if you were in high class areas or near the association headquarters, and now it had gotten to if you were directly triggered. No one asked you blatantly what was wrong with you, and you kept blanketing it with the excuse of still recovering from your mental break of too much work.

 But it wasn’t that simple.

 At the opposite end of the gallery the crowd was much thinner and you felt like you could breathe a bit better.

 ‘I just have to distract myself,’ you thought looking up and into the painting that you randomly had selected to distract you from your growing sense of panic.

 The painting was an abstract of a spring day. The sky was blue and calming, and the dew on the flowers sparked hope. You did another round of cycle breathing as you stared at the slightly blurred landscape to ground you again.

 “Pariston, these ones are especially lovely!”

 The simple mentioning of his name made your blood turn into sludge in your veins. Your vision lost all color and the blue sky of the painting was suddenly dark and cloudy in front of you. Surely there was more than one human on this planet with that name. Surely.

 “Hm? Oh, the landscape pieces? They do seem to be especially well done.”

 You couldn’t breathe.

 Your heart constricted in your chest as if a large hand was gripped tightly around it.

 Suddenly it was just like back then: you couldn’t see, hear, or speak. You could feel the gag in your mouth, the straps too tight against your face and pinching the soft skin. Vision was blacked out by the blindfold secured over your eyes and the only thing that you could hear was your own heart beat pounding in the white noise. Suddenly one of the ear pieces was lifted, and a voice that was too close too suddenly spoke, “How are you feeling?”

 A muffled reply was all you could muster. The gag completely rendered your words useless as you tried to beg, plead, pray.

 His low chuckle tickled your ear as a hand touched your waist and you jumped at the unexpected touch. “I told you that if you let any other man touch you again that I’d break you.” His voice was warm like the sun. And in the darkness it drew you into him even though you knew you were just a moth and he intended to light you on fire.

 But as you leaned back into his chest he was suddenly gone. The ear piece slapped back into place and his hand was taken from your waist. Once again you were left in the darkness. The only thing you could feel was a tear slide down your cheek as you searched for his presence again by swaying as much as you could with your hands tied above you.

 Expectedly, you came up empty. Unable to find him in your sensory deprived hell.

 If you could hear the riding crop whistling through the air towards your thighs you could have prepared. But as it slapped hard into your sensitive flesh you jerked back in shock. You screamed around the gag as it came across your back.

 Your shoulder.

 A hand was on your shoulder and someone was saying your name.

 Your eyes snapped back into reality, sight and color returning- although very dulled. “Sorry?” you heard your voice say, though you didn’t even feel your lips move to say it.

 “Ah, it is you!” the sweet warm voice filled your ears and you had to fight the urge to lean into it all over again. “What a surprise seeing you here.”

 Somehow managing to keep your body from trembling into literal pieces on the ground you turned to face Pariston. His hair was even more beautiful than you remembered, and the flame in his eyes that once flickered intensely for you was still there in the warm brown. But not as bright as it had been before.

 “Y-yeah. A surprise to see you too,” you managed as you took him in with hungry eyes.

 “Do you know her Pariston?”

 The sweet voice pulled your eyes away from Pariston’s face with a snap. A woman stood next to him in a nice dress, it was the perfect level of sophistication without trying too hard. Surely he had picked it out for her. It went too well with his suit for it to have been chosen any other way.

 One look at her and you knew her voice wasn’t a ruse. This young woman was sugar. Pure, innocent, and unexpecting.

 Vaguely you heard Pariston’s voice introduce the two of you, but your mind couldn’t grasp her name. Even if you focused on it, it slipped away from you like water. His eyes were on her now, that hungry flame somehow reeled back in as he looked down at her, “We used to work together at the association.”

 She looked at you with wide eyes of excitement. “Oh, I work there currently! I’m surprised we never met.”

 “She left about six months ago. That was before you moved up into your position.” He was speaking for you, and like you weren’t even there. In some ways it was like nothing changed.

 “I got sick,” you said suddenly which alarmed her just a bit.

 “I’m sorry to hear that,” she said in a voice that made you feel like she genuinely meant it.

 Pariston slipped a hand onto her waist and pressed his lips to her forehead in a chaste kiss. “I’m going to get us some drinks. Red or white wine?”

 “Whatever you’re having!” she chirped back to him with a smile.

 He grinned at her response and released her. “I’ll be right back. You two talk.”

 She nodded with a tinge of pink on her cheeks and he went to walk away, but before he turned around one of the display walls he stopped and looked directly into your eyes. A slow, calculated, grin spread onto his lips. Your legs quivered feeling his hand slide down your body and to your thighs as he grinned down at you.

 “Did you work with Pariston long?”

 Again your eyes snapped to the woman, and when you looked back up Pariston was gone as was the illusion of his touch.

 Why did he leave the two of you alone? Surely he knew that you would try to warn her. That you’d grab her and run with her. Make sure she never saw Pariston again.

 “Are you okay?”

 “I’m fine,” you said in an automatic response. “Sorry I… was just so surprised to see Pariston here. He doesn’t usually attend galleries this… low class.”

 “I asked him to come. I was surprised he said yes.” She shifted a little with a sense of embarrassment. Part of you wanted to strangle her for bringing him into the same room as you.

 Part of you wanted to strangle her for being his.

 “I worked with Pariston directly for a few months. I moved into a position near him about a year ago so we spent a lot of time together.” It was true, you had only really worked with Pariston for such a short time, but he had worked his spell over you with a quick effective ease that made you sick to think about. “How long have you two been… working together?”

 “Oh. I don’t work directly with him really… But we’ve been seeing each other casually for a few weeks now.” A finger found its way into her hair and twirled the strand. You felt sick.

 ‘Run,’ you said in your head. ‘Run now. Quit your job. Run away!’ “It seems to be going well,” you responded with a smile. But that wasn’t what you had tried to say.

 She nodded with a fresh pink to her cheeks. “He’s very… understanding.”

 In your head you could see Pariston gripping your thighs.

 “But a bit assertive.”

 He forces your legs to spread apart.

 “It’s kind of exciting.”

 A long finger enters into you with a thrust that is too fast and you gasp.

 “Are you okay?”

 “I’m just a bit tired,” you heard your voice respond and you felt like you needed to throw up. It was just like before. You couldn’t control your words or your thoughts. It was as if six months of your life hadn’t just passed with an agonizing slowness and you were back where you started.

 “(Y/N), are you still recovering? That’s too bad. I had hoped you’d be back to your old self by now,” Pariston’s voice said with a heavy lace of concern as he appeared next to you with a drink offered out to you.

 ‘Don’t take it!’ you screamed at yourself. ‘Throw it into his face and scream at him for what he did to you!’

 The other woman took her drink to hand with a muttered thanks. You took yours robotically. “Oh yeah you got sick. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t ask you so many questions.”

 “I couldn’t handle the work,” you replied with a forced smile. “It just took too much out of me and I had a break down. It’s fine. I did my best.”

 Pariston took his place by his new woman, a step back so even out of the corner of her eye she couldn’t see his face. Couldn’t see that he was eating up your discomfort with a dessert fork.

 “I’m sorry. That sounds so hard,” she said with a sincere voice of sadness. She gripped her cup as if she didn’t know what to do with the sympathy she felt. But it was nothing compared to what you were feeling for her.

 “Thank you. It’s okay. Pariston made sure I was taken care of when I was released from my position.” You screamed internally. A long and ragged scream. Why had you said that? Why had you helped paint him in a positive light? He had taken care of you because he wanted to be sure you never spoke a word against him, even as he tossed you into the garbage like a broken toy.

 You sipped the wine, begging for it to be poisoned. Begging for it to end your life.

 “That’s so sweet!” she looked up at him with big admiring eyes and he smiled down at her. You could see her melt.

 “I always take care of the people around me,” he told her in a voice so gentle that you were amazed she didn’t fall into his arms like in a romance novel.

 He brought a hand to her cheek and caressed her carefully before leaning down and kissing her gently. But as he did so he didn’t close his eyes, instead he looked directly at you. Like a predator that devoured his prey and stared down anything that would try to take it away. You stopped breathing until he finally let her go.

 Her face was blazing red now. “It was nice meeting you!” she said before turning to walk away, trying to hide her embarrassment and growing excitement from a total stranger.

 One more chance. You only had this one last chance to warn her. Even if Pariston heard at least you would have tried. At least you would have done something. “Nice meeting you too!”

 Your heart sank.

 Pariston laughed: rolling, warm, mocking. The fire that you had flown into and burned up in- literally- in full blaze in front of you again. “She’s cute isn’t she? My little ingénue.”

 He didn’t even look behind himself, he just knew that she wouldn’t turn around or question his spending a few extra moments for an ex-colleague. She didn’t have the paranoia that someone would take him from her. Not yet.

 In one step he closed the distance between the two of you and put a hand on the side of your face. Instinctively you leaned into it, as natural as breathing.

 With a gasp you caught yourself and went to move back out of his grasp but his fingers were already in your hair, and holding tight. “You remember our agreement, right?” His voice was a scalding warning. “You promised me you’d be a good girl. And you know what will happen if you break a promise to me.”

 You didn’t want to respond. You didn’t want him to have the pleasure. But his eyes closed in his cat like way of expressing happiness. Your silence had served as answer enough for him. “It really is a shame you aren’t back to your old self. I do hope that one day, you will be.”

 A shiver ran through your body as fast as a strike of electricity and you couldn’t stop the soft sigh that escaped.

 Then his hand was gone. As easily as he had overtaken you with his body, he just as easily took every piece of warmth it had to offer and you suddenly felt very cold. “You should get your hand looked at. You look like you might be bleeding. Please take care of yourself.” The fake concern fell from his lips so easily. And with a wave he was gone.

 You watched him go, unable to look away until he was completely swallowed by the growing crowd of art lovers.

 “There you are! I was getting worried,” your friend called from the crowd, coming at you from the very spot that Pariston had disappeared into. “Are you okay? It’s getting a bit crowded… (Y/N), is that blood? Hey is your hand okay?”

 In a daze you looked at her finally, not quite sure if you were looking at anything before that. Her cold hands took your empty one and lifted to show that your nails were embedded into your palm. You are certain you hadn’t unclenched this hand since you first started having a panic attack. The entire time your nails had been sinking into your own flesh millimeter by millimeter. A slow trickle of blood was flowing down your knuckles and had stained the hem of your dress. Lifting your fingers you finally felt the pain spread over you.

 With a hazy grasp on reality you realized that the only reason you were standing was this pain. These small four focal points that had grounded the shreds of sanity that you still had in the presence of uncontrollable fear. And with the pressure finally released your grounding was lost. With an audible crash your sanity shattered all over again and the world went black.

 You didn’t even feel the pain of your body hitting the ground.

[smrwine]

au (or is it?) where harry comes home unexpectedly and he hears arctic monkeys playing from their bedroom and when he gets closer he can hear louis' whimpers and once he opens the door he realizes louis isn't just fucking himself on a dildo /listening/ to am but he's watching a video playlist on youtube from the laptop on the night stand... harry gets jealous and you know what to do so bye

This drabble request was inspired by this ask. Enjoy!

Surprising Louis was never an easy feat.

Most surprises went unraveled before Harry actually had the opportunity to reveal them. Louis was intuitive and clever, and somehow always found a way to pick up on whatever Harry was up to, spoiling any plans that were structured and carefully thought out. But not now, however. Not this time.

Spontaneously, Harry packed up mid-tour and booked a single flight home, letting no one know where he was off to, and convincing Louis he would enjoy his week off in the states. As he stepped out of the town car and made his way to their front door in the midst of the night, Harry was positive Louis would be tucked away, asleep, and entirely unsuspecting.

Harry entered their home, all curtains drawn and lights out for the night. Perfect.

He left his belongings at the door, heading straight for the master bedroom to pounce on Louis’ resting figure. Interrupting his sleep was a risk, but he was absolutely certain Louis had no idea, and would be thrilled to see his partner after so long.

As Harry made his way up the stairs, he heard rustling and movement, and the unmistakable sound of Louis crooning. It was well into the evening, Harry couldn’t imagine what he was doing up.

Ohh, fuck.

Harry sprang to the hinges of their bedroom door at the sound of Louis’ moan. Adrenalin pumping, Harry pushed through the entrance and froze in his steps as the scene unfolded before him.

Louis was laid out naked on his side, back facing Harry, and his arse stuffed with a pretty glass dildo, pink heart hand blown and gleaming at its base. Louis was trembling, his body so visibly close to its climax with none other than Arctic Monkeys rugged sound guiding him through it. R u mine? The title of the video read on the laptop placed beside Louis. Three minutes and forty four seconds of Alex Turner’s handsome jawline, slicked back hair, and devilishly handsome sneer at the camera as he recited his own lyrics back to it. Harry knew. Louis only forced him to watch it nine and half dozen times.

“Enjoying the view?”

Louis must not have heard Harry barge through their door if his startled figure was anything to go by.

“H-Harry?” he moaned, still not pausing the fluid in and out motion of his dildo. “Harry—babe, what are you doing he—“

“Y’getting yourself off to this twat again?” Harry stood with his hands on his hips, keeping his cool as Louis clearly fucked himself with the glass toy.

“No, fuck,” Louis breathlessly lied over his shoulder and rolled his head back towards the video to finish himself off.

Harry wrapped his hand around Louis’ wrist and halted the desperate slide of his toy. Louis whined in frustration, temples beaded with sweat and determination. He could never quite get himself off on his own without a bit of a work out.

“Ease it out,” Harry instructed with a tight grip. “Now.”

Louis looked up to him with glistening eyes and trusting smile that almost went unnoticed. Carefully, he pulled the glass piece out of his hole, clenching around the pleasure as the dips and ridges slid out of him. Harry grabbed the heart shaped base as soon as it was out of him. Such a pretty thing for his pretty boy.

“Hands and knees,”

“But, Harry, I’m so close—“

“Quiet.” Harry set his jaw and moved to undress behind him. “Do as I say or you won’t be coming at all tonight.”

Louis immediately folded into position on shaking knees, heavy breaths curling in the air. Harry took his time stripping off his clothing, shoe by shoe, button by button. He knew just how impatient Louis could get, and it was important that he put his climax off as long as possible.

“You filthy boy,” Harry chided, undoing his belt and letting his trousers fall to the ground. “I expected you’d be asleep,” Louis wiggled his bum, likely feeling quite empty and desperate. “I wanted to surprise you, maybe gently kiss you awake, and fall back asleep with you until morning...” Harry finally let his blouse slip from his shoulders as he gave his cock a bit of a slap to get it up quicker. Jet lag was a pain. “But look what being generous got me. All I get in return is my naughty, naughty, boy fucking himself to the sight of his boyhood crush.”

Harry reprimanded Louis as he crawled up behind him, hands itching to touch, spank, and squeeze him, until suddenly, his eyes caught on something.

“What’s this?” Harry wondered aloud as he picked up tiny articles of clothing and saw the tips of Louis’ ears go red.

“Harry, please—“

Harry thumbed the soft fabric of black lace panties and picked up knee high socks that matched. Knee socks. Bloody hell. Louis was clearly fond of Alex’s AM era, and the aesthetics that came along with it.

“Oh, baby, you went all out for this.” Harry teased as Louis hid his burning face in the pillows. “You wanted the entire fantasy didn’t you?”

A reluctant yes slipped past Louis’ muffled lips and a pleasured groan from somewhere in his chest. It almost sounded like he was into it, as if the embarrassment kept him hard and needy.

“How did it feel?” Harry whispered against the shell of his ear, Alex’s voice fading out as the song ended. “Did you finally feel like all the other slags he shags and writes songs about? Did you picture him peeling off these socks from your pretty legs, with nothing but his teeth?”

Louis spread his legs further and desperately searched for any type of friction, greedy little thing. Harry stopped him with a sharp crack to the arse and assistance in lifting his hips back up.

“Answer me.”

“No, I didn’t, I-I thought about how it would feel if—“ Louis abruptly bit against his lip.

“Feel if, what, darling?” Harry encouraged with a kiss to the curve of his neck, making Louis feel as comfortable as possible.

“Just how, um…” Louis hesitated, yet pressed back against the warmth of Harry. “just how it would feel if...if he tied me up and gagged me with them. How good it would feel to be his little cream filled tart.”

Harry smirked at the filth of his cunningly innocent metaphor, proud that Louis was willing to be so open with him.

“Mmm, sounds sexy,” Harry backed up, bringing Louis’ arms behind himself, and began lacing one of the knee high socks around his wrists. “Mind if I take a dip in that day dream?”

“Fuck sake, Harry.”

With a pleased laugh, Harry tied the knot around Louis’ wrists and grabbed the other sock to tie around his ankles. If being tied up is what Louis desired, it’s what Harry would give to him.

“What’s your colour, baby?”

“Green.” he sighed.

Harry thoroughly walked him through their safe words and what movements to make if Louis was unable to speak. Both understood their roles and both knew exactly what to do in case something didn’t quite go right.  

Louis’ attention drifted back towards the laptop screen where an auto playlist of their entire Glastonbury set began. Alex’s accent was thick, and the gel that slicked back his unruly black hair was thicker. He looked fit, Harry would give him that. Alex wasn’t quite his type, but he filled out his 50s inspired blazer nicely, and had a whimsical charm about him.

Harry gave Louis’ bum a swat, reeling his attention back onto him.

“Look at you,” Harry chided, grabbing Louis’ hips and dragging him closer to him. “About to get fucked senseless and you can’t even keep your eyes off him. Maybe I should have blindfolded you with—“

“No!” Louis interrupted desperately. “I mean, no, please.”

Harry lifted Louis to his chest, his back warm against him, and his head placed on his shoulder. His bound ankles and wrists so powerless under his control.

“Not another word, my little tart.”

Louis melted at the honeyed tone of Harry’s voice and practically sighed in relief as Harry stuffed his willing mouth with the black lace panties. Harry cuddled him tight from behind, running his hands over his body gently, and dropping tender kisses along the glistening skin of his neck. Even as he physically worshipped Louis, Harry caught him peeking over at the laptop, eyes following Alex’s every move.

With a low growl of frustration, Harry wrapped one hand around Louis’ cock, and the other around his own. Gently, he teased his thumb under the lip of Louis’ foreskin, and simultaneously rubbed his length between his cheeks. It wasn’t enough to get him to look away, but it at least had his lashes fluttering.  

Louis hummed in pleasure as Harry prodded his tip around his slick hole, circling his hips to chase the feeling whilst still keeping his eyes on the screen. He couldn’t beg Harry, and he couldn’t reach out and put it in himself, he could only sit there and be pleasured at Harry’s mercy.

“You’re looking at him even though you have me.” Harry pressed his tip in only to pull it out. “M’here, ready to give it to you every way you like, but your cock only gets hard for a semi-famous greaser. Tell me, baby, is it worth my time fucking you when he’s all you can think about?”

Louis whined, throwing his head back, and pitching a proper fit. He thrust his arse back, catching the teasing head of Harry’s cock and letting it be enveloped in his warmth.

“Oh, shit—“

Harry was thoroughly caught off guard for a moment. Louis’ hole was tight and wet, and just on the right side of greedy.

“Fuck,” Harry groaned as he regretfully pulled out and placed his hands on Louis’ sides. “You selfish, selfish, boy.”

Harry tipped him forward into the mattress and rolled him carefully onto his side. Louis’ chest was flushed a deep red and his lower tummy was smeared with precome.

“You’re getting off on this, aren’t you? You love hearing just how much of a slag you are for rockstar cock.”

Harry ripped the saliva soaked panties from Louis’ mouth and replaced them with his mouth. He needed a taste. Needed the filth of that moment placed directly on his tongue. Louis moaned into it, sucking Harry into his mouth and nibbling harshly on his bottom lip.

Harry gave his arse a slap and rubbed away the scorching sting. Louis was weak, and begging for it in the tone of his whimpers.

“Keep your eyes on him,” Harry instructed. “M’gonna give you everything you want now.”

Louis continued to look up at Harry, eyes a glossy shade of passionate. Harry smiled, turning his chin back towards the screen and fitting himself comfortably behind him. A sigh passed Louis’s lips as Harry wrapped one arm around his chest, and used the other to guide his cock deep into Louis’ hole. The feel of him sent Harry’s adrenaline coursing. His hips began to thrust without another thought.

“Oh, ohh, fuck,”  Louis cried as his eyes fluttered shut.

“Keep your eyes open,” Harry punctuated with a hard thrust “You wanted to get off on him? That’s what you’re going to get.”

Louis went to speak but went breathless as Harry fucked into him hard, skin on skin producing a lustful soundtrack. Harry glanced over at the laptop, Alex led the adoring crowd into a new song. Dancing Shoes. The man looked like sex on legs with his guitar strapped, and his unperturbed aura. Louis’ eyes were welled and unblinking.

Harry thrust his hips to the rhythm of the baseline, oddly enough getting off to the fact that Louis’ attention was fixated on someone else. He didn’t mind fighting for it. If anything, the hint of competition improves his performance.

“Feels good,” Louis moaned. “Harder.”

Harry groaned, frustrated, feeling like he couldn’t satiate Louis how Louis imagined Alex could. Harry dug his hands into Louis’ skin and slammed into him on the verge of harsh. But it felt so good. With Louis’ arms and legs bound he could only wriggle around so much, and his tied ankles kept the slide between his cheeks tight.

“Oh, god. Ohh, god.”

Louis cried out his praise over and over, layering seamlessly with the melody on the screen.

“Say my name.” Harry ordered. “Give your praise to me.”

Harry thrust and thrust and waited for his name to slip easily past Louis’ lips, but it didn’t. Louis was caught in a visible dilemma, watching the screen with pinch brows and letting his gaze flicker back towards Harry.

“Oh, I see,” Harry slowed the pace of his hips, only allowing harsh jabs every so often. “You want to call me by his name, yeah? Alex?”

Louis cried out as he roughly wiggled his bum backwards. His gaze kept over his shoulder. His eyes filled to the very brim with pleasure and need, as they fixated on Harry’s plump lips. Little whimpers of please, please, please, filled the room as he practically rode Harry’s cock from his sideways position.

He was desperate for Harry, and it showed.

“That’s right, I know you won’t.” Harry picked up the pace of his thrusts. “You won’t ever call out his name, because no one can make you feel like this. No one else but me.”

“Harry—ohhh,” Louis’ tone bounced around in his chest as Harry pounded ravenously into him. “Harry, want to—fuck—want to look at you. Want to see you. Please?”

It only took but a second for Harry to indulge him, freeing him of his bound wrists and ankles, and lying him gently on his back. Harry kissed him deeply and felt every limb of Louis’ wrap securely around his frame.

“I’ve got you, baby. M’right here.” Harry guided his cock back into Louis, eye contact held in the process.

A pesky sound came from their right, Alex Turner crooning a new song into his mic. Harry slammed the laptop closed and pushed it onto the ground, successfully silencing him, and receiving every last bit of attention Louis had to offer.

“Come whenever you want, sweetheart.” Harry kisses the forehead of his lover below him. “You’ve been so good for me.”

Louis thread both hands between the curls at Harry’s neck, and kept his eyes locked on his. Harry could feel his orgasm coming on. Warmth and tightness gathered at his groin. Louis kissed him softly, lips bitten and pink from holding off for so long.

“Touch me.”

Harry wrapped his hand firmly around Louis’ cock stroking him and stroking him with the same vigor and relentlessness of the pounding of his hips. It wasn’t long until Louis came all over himself with a cry of Harry’s name, and a rough tug to the curls at his neck. The feel of his arse clenching around him had Harry spilling into him only a minute later. A warm, hot, sticky mess that Harry couldn’t wait to clean up.

“God, baby, you’re perfect. So perfect.” Harry praise with gentle kisses sprinkled upon Louis’ flushed red cheeks. “Are you feeling alright? Was that good for you?”

Louis winced as Harry pulled out and come trickled down from inside of him, but his face softened immediately as Harry pulled him in tight against his chest.

“That was so good, Harry. Really, good.” his voice was light and a bit hoarse. “Can you draw us a bath in a minute? M’gonna need it after that.”

“Of course, darling. Of course.”

Harry was still a bit breathless along with Louis on top of him. He dragged his fingertips carefully across Louis’ glistening skin, calming both of them down with the gentle, constant, movement‍‍. It felt too good to have Louis in his arms again.

“I knew you were coming back home.” Louis softly admitted, breaking Harry out of his post sex daze.

“You, what? How?” Harry stumbled over his words as Louis giggled in his arms.

“You purchased your flight back on our card and I got a notification, you idiot.” Louis laughed, Harry internally kicked himself. “I knew you would want to come home and sleep, and then you’d be in and out of sleep for the next two or so days, and I just couldn’t let you have that. Not before you got me off at least.”

“Mm, that’s fair.” Harry decided, tucking Louis tighter up under his arm. “And what about this whole Alex thing? Should I expect more of him in the bedroom?”

Louis wiggled his brows, smile mischievous. “Possibly.”

[xekstrin]

A Quivering In The Thighs

A/N: For an anonymous patron, who requested Ruby/Weiss/Blake, in @funblade‘s future AU, with trans!ruby, and lots of kink.

Wordcount: 2053 

As a warning, this story starts NSFW and it only escalates from there.

If they really wanted to force her to kneel, they could have lashed her ankle to thigh.

That would remove all the fun of watching Ruby try to sit still, though.

As for a blindfold, Ruby carried hers around with her wherever she went. The custom eyepatch settled over her remaining eye, comfortably blocking out the whole world except for what they allowed her to feel.

She knelt at the foot of the bed, only in her underwear. Every joint, her face, and most of her upper chest flushed like spots of pure crimson, joining the bruising purple marks over her pale stomach and thighs.

Trembling, she gasped raggedly around the bit in her mouth, each breath barely audible over the prominent buzzing sound that filled the air.

"Stay, Puppy." Weiss kept her thumb on the vibrator's remote, toying with the intensity just to watch her squirm. Her other hand stroked gently over Blake's ear, catching the velvet between her fingers to make the faunus purr. Sex coated her face, bright red tongue quickly working Weiss back up to another orgasm. "Be good and maybe we'll let you on the bed."

Ruby grumbled, shifting from knee to knee. So Blake reached up, fumbling to find the remote. Grinning, she ramped it up to the highest setting, until Ruby was doubled over and squeaking, whining through the leather in her mouth.

"And open your legs," Blake added, leaning over the bed to stroke a fond hand through Ruby's hair. "Don't think I don't see you squeezing your thighs together, bad girl."

Whatever Ruby said next was lost, muffled in between pained groans as she rested her forehead against the edge of the mattress, begging for attention, for release, for permission to come. Personally, Weiss thought it was the height of hypocrisy that Ruby dared to complain over this. After all the times she and Blake had ganged up on Weiss, it looked as though Ruby was of the can dish it out but can't take it variety.

What a shame.

And there on the floor, with both of them watching in amusement, with nothing touching her except the vibrator in her ass and the lace of her underwear against her sex, Ruby came.

She spent in a series of stuttered groans, pained and desperate, knowing she shouldn't and doing it anyways. A hundred different emotions fluttered over her face, but all of them were overclouded by helpless ecstasy.

Weiss sighed and flicked the vibrator off. Slipping down onto the floor with her, she knelt down next to Ruby, carving one nail down the center of her spine. It left a single angry red mark behind, like a comet's tail, leading down to the toy buried deep inside Ruby.

Ruby leaned heavily against Weiss, both arms still held behind her back like a good girl. They hadn't even restrained her; just like staying on her knees, Ruby followed her instruction to the letter. Or as best as she could, anyway.

"You made a mess, Ruby..." she said, unable to batter back the adoration in her voice, or resist holding Ruby's head to her chest as the younger girl twitched with aftershocks. "Coming without permission."

She twitched with every idle touch, the fingers at the slick rim of her asshole pulling the toy out, the hand cupping her pulsing sex, sticky with come. Weiss unfastened the gag, expecting Ruby to immediately start complaining, but she was still gasping out little choked sobs.

Concerned now, Weiss pulled the eyepatch as well. Ruby's single eye was unfocused, tears dripping down her cheeks.

"Ruby?" She pushed damp red hair out of her face, gently kissing her over the knot of scars on her blind spot. "Are you okay?"

"N-no."

Her heart dropped like a stone.

Then Ruby shook her head furiously, a short laugh escaping her. "I mean yes. I mean..." She whimpered again, pushing her face against Weiss' bare chest. "I'm st-still coming, Weiss."

From her spot on the bed, Blake barked in laughter, while Weiss curiously touched her again. Sure enough, Ruby was still stiff as when they had started, her sex pounding in sporadic, twitching the way it did when she was on the edge of orgasm.

"Still?" she wondered, giving Ruby an experimental squeeze.

With nothing to silence her, Ruby cried out again, whole body writhing. "No! God, Weiss, please. It's too much."

There was a definite cruel pleasure in pushing her past her limits. With a sharp push, she had Ruby on her back. Straddling her face, she kept a handful of red hair locked in her fist, an order and a promise. "But you don't get to quit until I come. That's your punishment for spilling everywhere without my permission."

She'd been so close with Blake, and watching Ruby scramble to pick up where she'd left off was a thrill on its own. She only needed to be reminded once, when her hands reached up to grab Weiss by the ass and pull her closer, mouth sealing tight over her stiff clit.

Weiss gasped at the sharp bite of cold metal. It warmed quickly to the temperature of her skin, but the prosthetic gripped a little too tight, harsh with need. "No," she reminded her, prying both hands off of her hips and linking their fingers with hers. Pushing them flat against the floor, Weiss ground her hips down to take what she needed, reminding Ruby that this was punishment.

Quiet as ever, Blake was a shadow next to her, palm warm on the small of her back. "It's greedy to hog her mouth all for yourself, Weiss," she said, reaching for her small breasts and rubbing them, pinching Weiss' nipples until they stood at sharp peaks.

"Then fuck her." Weiss turned her head just enough to kiss her, still rocking her hips to grind what pleasure she could from Ruby's busy tongue. "Don't tell me I spent all that lien on something you aren't even going to use?"

Turning her attention back down to Ruby, she smirked and let go of her hands just to grab her head again. "You want that, Ruby?" she asked, crooning with pleasure as the tension between her legs built back up. "You want us both to use you until we come?"

Ruby gasped, nodding as best as she could. Then she groaned, the flat of her tongue lapping up as much of Weiss as she could.

From behind her, she could hear a soft sigh. Weiss closed her eyes, envisioning it. She'd been on the receiving end enough times to know how Blake liked to fuck. Always slow at first, almost torturously so. Then rougher with need, testing her partner to see exactly how much they could take.

Blake's chest rumbled in pleasure, a shocked gasp escaping her as she pushed all the way to the hilt. Ruby's body rocked forward underneath Weiss, jolted with a powerful thrust. "Did you like that toy better than my dick, Ruby?" Blake asked.

Ruby stopped long enough to blink up at Weiss, innocent and wide. "N-no!" she said, as though truly shocked at the accusation. "I--"

"Don't talk," Weiss reminded her, and Ruby clammed up and closed her eye again, devoting herself to the task of making Weiss come.

There was no pretense, no act she had to keep up. She used Ruby the way they'd all been used at one point or another, finding pace with Blake so that it was relentless.

When she came it was almost an afterthought, intense and quiet and over in a second. But she had expected as much; there was only so much her own body could offer after Blake got her off so many times already.

Aching all over, she stayed where she was a while longer, letting Ruby breathe but not moving. She watched her face contort with pleasure, no gag in place to quiet every shout and plea. But nowhere in the litany of swears and whines did she hear a safe word, so Weiss just smiled and enjoyed the show.

"Oh god--" her body rocked with every hard, measured thrust. "Oh god! Blake!"

Glancing behind her, she saw Blake had both of Ruby's legs tucked into one arm, her underwear pulled to the side to give Blake access. Black silicone shone wet with lube, every buck of her hips pounding harder and harder, her gold eyes blown wide and catlike.

Getting off of Ruby finally, Weiss stretched out next to her, stroking one hand down her defined abdomen. Slick with sweat and come, her sex strained against the lace of her underwear, pulsing and ready to go. So Weiss dipped her head down, cleaning Ruby off with her tongue as Blake fucked her.

Ruby stiffened up in shock. "Please--"

Blake's thrusts tapered off at that, slowing down to give Weiss more room to work. She took Ruby's sex into her mouth, sucking gently as Blake picked up a different rhythm, close and tight and deep.

"Please-- oh please--"

No matter which way Ruby squirmed her hips, she was overwhelmed, a solid body and a warm mouth pulling her to the brink of sanity.

"Please-- oh god, please-- please-- please-- Please Weiss, please, please, I've been good, I'm sorry I came without permission, please--" Ruby begged, sounding like she was on the verge of tears once more.

"I wanna feel her come again, Weiss," Blake said in between gasps, grabbing a handful of Ruby's slender hips. "Tell her she can come."

So she did, a wordless little allowance as she gripped Ruby's shaft and stroked along with her bobbing mouth.

Come filled her mouth, Ruby and Blake groaning in unison.

The best thing about being rich, Weiss decided later, was having a tub big enough for all her partners. She lay propped between them, her cheek resting on Blake's chest and Ruby coiled up on top of her.

She pet her fondly, weaving fingers through wild red hair. "Did you like that, Puppy?"

Too spent to speak, Ruby just nodded and cuddled closer. Hot water wafted up in strips of steam, fogging up the mirror so that they were all one blurred mass, bodies and limbs linked together in lethargy and pleasure.

"You're mean when you're in charge." Blake noted without any resentment, grabbing a bar of soap and lathering it up between her palms. Before Weiss could angrily retort, Blake was scrubbing her back, kissing the nape of her neck.

Scooting up higher, Ruby claimed her lips in another kiss, long and deep.

Then she pushed apart her thighs, shifting so that the water splashed. Weiss shifted in surprise as a devilish glint entered Ruby's eyes. Soon she was on Blake's lap, Ruby pushing between her thighs, the head of her sex right at the entrance to her cunt.

"And you're a little slut," Weiss murmured, dark hunger stirring inside her. She circled her clit with two fingers as Ruby thrust slow, making little waves that lapped the edge of the tub's rim. Blake pawed at her breasts, teeth worrying the shell of her ear. "Coming two times isn't enough for you?"

"Not when I'm with you, Weiss." Ruby kissed her again, and then Blake. "You don't know how good you feel."

Ruby hefted her legs up at a better angle, pumping once and pausing there with her pelvis pushed right against Weiss's letting her feel every inch of Ruby pulsing and ready to pop again. "So good." Laughing shortly, she pulled out and then rammed deep inside her, once, twice more, and coming again with her face buried in Weiss's shoulder.

Then it was Blake's turn again, risen to attention at the sight of her partners coupled together. Perched dangerously on the edge of the tub with one hand on Weiss' head, she was gracious enough to wait for Weiss to come first before she did.

Then they were done.

"You couldn't have done that before we got in the tub?" Weiss griped, but it was hard to argue against the feeling of both their bodies clinging tight to her as the dirty water circled down the drain.