#blind fold

[theeroticlover]

Your neck my lips, your moans my touch, your whispers my commands, your desires my cravings !!!

[submissivegirlxoxo]

I'm completely immobilized, please helpppp 😓

[byuniart]

Commission for @PixySuitcase on twitter

[bviralmedia]

Friends try a water balloon challenge

[sawamiyukiss]

4. Reputation Management: PR Goldmine

Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader. Fake dating! Pt 1. 2. 3 5 Teaser

Summary: It’s Day One of the National Sports Relay show, and the PR team wants to see chemistry and just enough tension to make headlines. You and Ushijima? You’re going to deliver. Especially when one of the challenges involves a blindfold and relying on nothing but his voice and touch. Part 4/8

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Filming for the National Sports Relay reality show was more difficult than your company had prepared you for. Three hours of filming in the burning sun with your hair stuck to your forehead, legs aching, hands dirty, and feeling slightly out of breath. All for a scavenger hunt challenge to find the key to your room.

The cabin was big enough to fit three people. You had taken a look around the place and secured a bed right as your other two roommates had arrived.��

You’d barely had time to introduce yourselves to each other before being advised by the filming crew to get ready for the next mission. You rinsed off the dirt and grime from the day and changed into your new favorite set of sweats. 

Ushijima had gifted you a black set to match with him during the filming of the reality show. He had said something about “increasing visuals for media cohesion”. 

You were pretty sure he was just repeating something his management had told him. But when you asked the PR specialists about it, they only took credit for the quote.

But wanting to match with you? That was all Ushijima’s idea. It was a small gesture, but it stayed with you. Because he thought of it.

Your companies wanted to ensure you’d have moments that could spark headlines and edits that trended online. This weekend was more about the PR aspect of your relationship than the actual reality show. 

Being partnered with Ushijima had been a miracle on your reputation. You had been invited to more events, the public was in love with your staged relationship, and there was even talk of a big brand deal in the works for you. Even Ushijima’s reputation was flourishing. 

“Boyfriend of the nation, huh?” You read the headline out loud to your manager during the last prep meeting on the way to set.

She gushed, “Yes! And you’re the girlfriend who tamed him.”

You rolled your eyes. “I didn’t tame anyone. He’s still pretty serious.”

“That’s the charm,” she said, unfazed. “You’re the grounded, lovable party girl who’s secretly dating the country’s not so stoic athlete. It’s opposites attract. PR goldmine.”

You groaned and let your head fall back against the headrest of the car. “God, it’s like a fanfiction.”

She only grinned at you. 

Before dropping you off at the entry of the set, she reminded you again of the need to sell a believable story during the three days of filming.  Every look, every touch, and every interaction had to feel real enough for the public’s enjoyment. No one could know the truth about your relationship with Ushijima.

Actually, you couldn't even call him Ushijima anymore. You had been strongly encouraged to come up with nicknames for each other. 

They even floated the idea of an on-cam kiss. Something subtle but convincing enough for the public. The issue was that with both of your demanding schedules now that your reputation had flourished and the public loved you, it was hard to find any alone time to practice. 

The kiss would have to wait.

As would the nicknames. You both struggled to come up with any believable nicknames for each other. The truth was, you were both a little too shy. It made no sense, really. Being able to easily pull off holding hands and soft pda without much thought, but a nickname felt too intimate.

You didn't have time to dwell on the implication too much. 

A production assistant had come to guide you and the other two girls you'd be rooming with - Marie and Kiko - down to the set. 

It was time for the second game of the day. In front of you was a table set up with different colored cards. The game host explained the rules and asked everyone to randomly pick a colored bandana and they'd be matched with someone of the opposite gender.

Blue. You reached for it, feeling some sort of pull. 

You could not explain the nerves you felt as you walked towards the next room to meet your teammate. It was only a game, but still you hoped your partner would be him.

When you stepped into the room, your eyes scanned the small crowd of contestants before landing on him. He met your gaze the second you walked in. You lifted your own blue bandana slightly in greeting. 

It was subtle, the way his posture eased and his eyes softened. Without hesitation, he stepped forward and pulled you into a hug.

You exhaled, the tension in your shoulders slipping away.

“Did you miss me?” you teased, voice low. “I really think this is fate.”

“Yes,” he said simply. The directness of it caught you off guard. 

You laughed awkwardly, hitting his shoulder to distract from the flutter in your chest. “Help me tie my hair up with this?”

He took the bandana gently from your hand. His fingers brushed the back of your neck as he gathered your hair. His hands were rough with callouses from his years of training, but his touch was gentle.

You shivered. It felt too intimate. 

You knew the other participants were watching. You heard their comments, “Of course they got paired together,” and another voice laughed, “Producers probably rigged it.”

You didn’t look to see who said what. You were too focused on Ushijima. When he finished tying your hair, he silently handed you his own bandana. You looked down at the bandana in your hand and then up at Ushijima.

You stepped closer, wrapping the blue fabric around his upper left arm. The muscle beneath your touch was solid and warm, his bicep flexing slightly under your touch.

The host’s voice cut through tension that had developed between you and Ushijima. “Teams! This last challenge of the day is all about communication and trust. One of you will be the guide and the other team member will follow the instructions. The plot twist? You will have to wear a blindfold as you make your way through. There will be points deducted for any sort of physical contact. This game is all about trust in your partner!”

You didn’t think about the implications when you offered to be the one blindfolded. You only did so because Ushijima was more patient than you, and he was naturally good at leading. 

But when Ushijima stepped forward with the blindfold in his hands, there was a shift between you. The silence was loud, and you were worried he could hear how fast your heart was beating as he bent down slightly to tie the blindfold for you.

His fingers brushed your face as he adjusted the fabric. You could feel his breath near your ear and the heat of his body as he leaned in to tie the knot.

You swallowed hard. 

If the bandana moment had flustered you, this was worse. Much worse. 

The blindfold heightened all your senses. You couldn't see, but you could feel everything. His touch. His presence. The way his fingers had grazed the back of your neck, and the goosebumps that followed from his touch. The moment felt too private for a televised series.

You were grateful Ushijima couldn't see your expression. If he noticed the heat rising to your cheeks, he didn't say. 

“Are you ready?” he asked, voice low, right beside your ear.

You nodded, clearing away any previous thoughts. “Please don’t let me look dumb on television.”

“I won’t.” 

The whistle blew and the challenge began. You couldn’t hear the other teams, too focused on following Ushijima’s directions.

 It shouldn’t have felt like this, enjoying his gentle touch on your elbow or lower back when you stumbled through the challenge. But every time he caught you and steadied you, you wondered if he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

His hand would brush your lower back when you started to veer off course, fingers pressing lightly to guide you back on track. His palm stayed there for a second longer than it needed to.

Every small, quiet contact burned hotter than it should have. The faintest brush of his chest behind your shoulder. Your body betrayed you with how it responded.

 The heat wasn’t just from the burning sun anymore, it was from the way his voice dipped when he murmured, “Careful.” 

You didn’t know if this was still part of the act, or if the two of you were simply indulging.

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[theeroticlover]

Mhmm !!! You and Me...

[submissivegirlxoxo]

Uncontrollable drooling from a panel harness gag & blindfold 💗

[jero-2tek]

There's always that one frat on campus that throws the best parties!

[crescentflics]

MINORS DO NOT ENAGAE. 18+

Random short blurb..

Trigger warnings: stalking, slight cnc? I think? Mask kink, mentions of panty stealing

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Summary: Ghost face Rafe has silently gotten into your house and you, unaware, are sitting in your vanity chair in front of your mirror, blindfolded. He watches you touch yourself while he jerks off with your panties behind you.

WARNING: I intend to post dark smut. This piece is DARK. Be warned that my page will get dark and ALL my work may be uncomfortable for some viewers and it is NOT intended for minors.

Enjoy XoXo

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Rafe had only ever seen her out in public one time before he began watching her. Just one glance and she was his greatest obsession. Anywhere she went, Rafe was somewhere in the distance. He couldn’t help it, she was the prettiest girl he’d ever seen.

But she was so fucking dumb. He’d gotten into her house so easily, he almost wanted to laugh. He made his way quietly up the stairs, hot underneath his mask. Just incase she saw him, he wasn’t ready to give up his identity. He still wanted to play with her.

He couldn’t count the amount of times he’d broken into her home to steal her panties. He made his way upstairs to her bedroom. And to his surprise the door was wide open.

The curly haired brunette was sitting at her large brown vanity, legs hanging over the arms of her vanity chair. The girl had a blindfold over her eyes, she was dressed in lingerie that was a deep shade of red. Lace patterns swirled around her skin leading to an opening at her cunt for easy access.

Rafe watched her fingers press a small vibrator against her clit in circles, her body writhed gently in the chair, her pussy soaking and lips panting. His cock was hard instantly. He palmed himself through his jeans, teasing himself further until he slowly unzipped his pants and pulled his thick cock out.

Rafe locked his eyes on her parted lips, he wanted to walk over and slap his slick tip against her lips. The thought made his cock throb and he wrapped his large hands around his length. He wanted to groan at the pleasure of pumping through his hand.

He squeezed tightly, imagining the feeling of her dripping pussy swallowing him whole. He reached into his back pocket with his free hand and pulled out a pair of her purple lace panties. He wrapped them around his cock and stroked harder.

If the girl opened her eyes, she’d see Rafe standing tall in the door way, masked head thrown back in silent pleasureexposting his Adam’s Apple. His muscles would be clothed in a fitted black T-shirt and would flex with the motions of his slow hard thrusts around his dick, under the mask he his lip between his teeth, trying to keep his groans low as he pictured her.

He straightened his head again and stared at her perfect body in the mirror, her moans we’re growing louder and her pussy was starting to drip onto her seat, she pushed her hips desperately into the toy.

He wanted to punish her for leaving her doors open for anyone to come in and see. He could grab her by her hair and bend her over her vanity. He stroked his cock faster.

Pull her wrists behind her back and hold her down tightly enough to bruise her. He’d pound her pussy so hard. His breathing grew heavier despite his efforts.

He pictured the way she’d sound. The way she’d look taking such a thick dick so deep. He wanted to fill her with his cum, he wanted her to belong to him. He needed her pussy around his dick. The thought of breeding her tight hole pushed him over edge and he couldn’t help but groan quietly when he released thick cum on her pretty panties.

The girl froze in her mirror. He decided with a smirk to drop the panties there and disappear before she could spot him.

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[jero-2tek]

Training new junior executives can be time consuming and hard work but it is ultimately quite rewarding

[zoeytvalentine]

Me and my FluffyFaza she is so ADORABLE, love you sweetie

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[redz0nez9]

oh matt and that red piece 😣😖😫😣😖😫

[mohairmaster]

Mohaireena: Intermezzo