#crawls darkly etc

[lightnersdream]

im just idunno

[boxheadpaint]

[eats food meant to mitigate the pain] [pain arrives unmitigated anyway]

[websitesdotcom]

Linger by the cranberries is literally the only thing keeping me sane right now (gripping

[floatmeintothesun]

How Genshin guys react to you calling them by their full names:

ok I know this isn’t original at all but I seriously loved this sort of concept and found it hilarious! I’m sorry to the person who originally came up with this but thank you for thinking of this wonderful idea!

tw: none

tags: a little suggestive (only implied), some nicknames, fluff, no gender mentioned

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Diluc:

“Diluc Ragnvidr!”

Poor guy. His head instantly snaps to wherever you're standing, whether it be behind him, to the side, a full floor above, or underneath, Diluc will immediately twist in your direction.

(Ouch. I can hear his neck pain from here.)

He’ll be all worried, seeking you out and asking you if he’s done anything wrong, or if you need him for something important. You usually call him sweet little pet names and he’ll reciprocate, calling you his darling, my sweet, my dear, etc, more romantic gooey names, so something must be wrong if you're resorting to his full name, right?

He’ll be so stressed out in those moments when you haven’t cleared anything up. Give him cuddles after you tell him it’s just a prank, he’ll be relieved, but sulky and somewhat pouty. 

As he should be. You nearly gave him a heart attack, and not in your usual lovely way with your wonderful affection…

“Darling? Is everything alright--no, did I do something, not to your liking? Ah…a prank. I see…actually, come visit my office after work…you can say my name all you want there…”

Zhongli:

“Rex Lapis!”

Oh no. He’ll blink slowly, turning to look at you with curiosity and slight apprehension while he tries to figure out why you're using his Archon title. Sure, his name sounds wonderful falling from your lips but he can’t think of a reason why you’d use it now.

Do you require his assistance? Oh, you look displeased, did he do something that warrants your anger? Zhongli will stare at you placidly while you try your best to look angry at him.

He already has an idea that you're playing a prank on him, but just in case you aren’t he’ll just wait for you to break character. After a second your expression melts and he finds faint amusement as you sigh exaggeratedly as if he’s ruined the joke. 

Oops.

“Ah, my apologies, my dear. I had an idea that this wasn't quite as serious as your voice had made it out to be. You can be quite intimidating when you want to be, but let’s keep names like those in the bedroom, hm?”

Kaeya:

“Kaeya Alberich!”

He’s sitting up ramrod straight, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. What happened to the sweet little nicknames you usually call him? Wait—you sound a little angry, did he do something wrong?

“Yes, my dear,” He stresses those last two words, looking at you with unmasked curiosity. All the while he’s probably analyzing every conversation he’s had with you and trying to pick out the bits that could have offended you somehow. Although he may not show it, he’s subtly freaking out while you stare at him.

When you finally tell him that it’s a prank, a slow smirk will crawl up his face, his eye narrowing darkly because how dare you. He was genuinely worried that you were mad at him for whatever reason.

“Hmm…I’d much rather hear you calling me dadd--Hey! Don’t hit me…”

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I’m down bad for these bitches lmao

[theswordmaiden]

The Only one I'd ever Worship

Lucifer Morningstar x Fem!Reader

first time writing for Lucifer, which has been sitting in my docs for 2 months (:

warnings: NSFW fingering, slight degrading/praise?, thigh riding, slight blasphemy?, etc // word count: 2507

The Lightbringer's hand tightened possessively around your waist, leaving the faint outline of a bruise in its wake — one you'd wear proudly for such devotion. A subtle reminder of who you belonged to, of who owned you, and it was a reminder that you welcomed greedily, relishing in the feeling of being theirs. 

As they mindlessly traced patterns down your body, you couldn't help but shiver from the intimacy of their touch, the familiarity it felt to have their warm fingertips against your cool skin — fingertips molding against you like clay, leaving the faint tingling sensation that nipped at your flesh whenever they pulled away.

Allowing their touch to continue to roam, now crawling up your abdomen, nails scratching against the softness of your stomach, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps in their wake that left you shivering. Lucifer's hands now cup your breasts, kneading and molding them to their touch, a low moan escaping from your lips as you pressed yourself closer to them; a silent plea for more.

As their thumbs traced slow, lazy circles over your hardening nipples, your breath caught in your throat. Trying to suppress any further noises, you tilted your head to the side, sinking your teeth into the sensitive flesh of your bottom lip as they continued their torturous teasing. "What's wrong, my lamb?" They'd coo in faux concern against one of your ears, letting their hot breath ghost down the side of your throat, leaving your skin prickled with goosebumps in its wake. The Devil knew exactly where and how to touch you, bringing you to the brink of ecstasy, allowing you to feel Heaven's call to you with open arms, to welcome you back. . . only to hold you there, teasingly, never allowing you inside the gates of release until they deemed you worthy of such a feat. 

Of course, they'd indulge in your pleasures from time to time, which was how you found yourself in your current predicament; Lucifer sat on their throne, the flickering flames that lined the hall giving them a false halo framed above their head, as you — their most prized possession, the sweetest angel so obediently eager to please your Lord — were perched on top of their lap, grinding your needy cunt against one of their thighs.

"Please," came your pleading voice, heavy with an insatiable thirst of desire, as your head fell backwards against their shoulder, fitting perfectly into the crook they so perfectly provided.

"Hm? Please what, my pretty pet?" they asked with a soft hum, amusement twinkling within their eyes as they peered down at you through long blonde lashes that wisped against the soft pinkness of their cheeks. Lucifer pulled you closer, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing your back against their chest. "Tell me what it is you desire, angel." 

"Please, your Majesty," you'd beg once more, desperate for their touch and the release only they could provide you, that only they could give you. ". . need your touch." Your voice, so full of yearning and longing, so pathetic yet perfect to please your Devilish master with.

The Lightbringer chuckled darkly in a twisted mix of pleasure and power, reveling in how easily you fell into submission for them. They lifted a hand to the side of your face and traced the back of their knuckles down your cheek gently, before roughly gripping the sides of your chin and jerking your head back to meet their gaze. A quiet mewl drew from the depths of your throat at the action, leaving your clit throbbing as your hips continued to eagerly move against them, desperate to seek friction to relieve the ache.

"Look at you," Lucifer taunted, their gaze roaming down every inch of your covered form and back up again. As the Devil's arm unraveled their hold, their hand now found its way to your hip, guiding your movements back and forth into their lap at their own desired pace. "Spread apart for the Ruler of Hell," they sneered, "How desperate are you, silly angel? Such a pathetic pet, so willing to please your Lord."

The hand that was gripping your chin relinquished you, once again turning gentle as their fingertips slowly brush through your hair, tucking away any loose strands that were impending their access to your skin. "Does it feel good, you dirty little thing?" they whispered so softly, lips ghosting across the shell of your ear and moving to the newly exposed flesh of your throat. “To be the only one I’d ever worship?”

Lucifer's chest rumbled with a low growl as they scraped their sharp teeth against the pulse point, sinking into the flesh and sucking on it harshly. Marking you—Claiming you as theirs. Their perfect pet, such a desperate thing you were, weren't you? So pathetic that your hips rolled faster against their flexed thigh as you whimpered in response to their bite, a muffled 'God, yes' pulling from your throat in response to their question as you moaned. . .

. . . only to earn an amused huff from the Demon Lord as they pulled away, leaving behind a mark that they soothed with a soft and tender kiss. "God?" they repeated, the word dripping with bitterness as it rolled off their sharp tongue. "Aren't you just a good little angel, still having faith in Him.."

They leaned in close to your ear once more and whispered, "Tell me, my beautiful lamb. . Do you still pray to him while I play with your needy hole? Do you hope that He and your angel brethren watch as I make you cum over and over again on my just fingers alone?"

Your cheeks burned at the Devil's words, a mixture of shame and arousal washing over you while you squirmed in their lap, brows pinched together as you bit your bottom lip. There was certainly some truth to it, there was no denying that — just as there was no denying how depraved you felt at the thought of Him watching, to see just how low you've truly fallen for your lover. How your stomach fluttered at just the thought of riding their fingers, the walls of your cunt greedily pulsating around their lithe digits, wanting to milk the sensation as long as you could. .

..oh, patience is a virtue, little one. . .

But as the Lightbringer continues to tease you, their touch lowering to the bottom of that pristine white toga adorned on your body, grasping at the hem and gently pulling it up to bunch at your waist, all rational thoughts fled from your mind. All you could think of was them. Their touch, taste, smell — oh, it drove you mad with lust and desire. The throbbing heat between your plush thighs grew, and you were sure, no, absolutely positive, that your underwear was entirely ruined. 

Thinking you've had enough of the torture for now... Lucifer's hands slowly trailed back up your body until they reached your chest once more, squeezing your breasts through the thin silk fabrics that covered them. "Such a sensitive little thing," they cooed, pinching and rolling your nipples between their thumb and forefingers for a moment before releasing. Sliding back down your stomach, their hands then move your legs further apart, nails scratching against the material of your panties before sliding beneath it and through the soft curls of your mound until finally reaching your wet slit.

"Oh, my poor pet," Lucifer purred in delight, enjoying the way you trembled against their touch, causing their leather wings to twitch and flutter proudly behind them on their throne, "you're soaked."

Two fingers swipe between your folds, pulling away just before reaching your swollen clit. As you whined in displeasure, earning a tut from the Devil, they brought their hand up to inspect their fingers — your arousal webbed in between, glistening.They turned to face you, bringing their hand closer to your lips.

"Open your mouth." Your mouth instantly falls open before the two digits now pressed against the velvety texture of your tongue, slowly curling downwards. Without needing further instructions, you happily wrapped your lips around the entirety of them and sucked the tangy taste of yourself off of them, tongue swirling around.

And if you were to peer up at your lover, you'd find the Devil watching eagerly with darkened eyes, a slight twitching just beneath the scar of their lip as a rumbling growl escaped from in between them. They slowly pulled back after a moment, a web of your spit connected from their flesh and your lips, more than satisfied with your obedient nature, now wiping the back of their fingers across your face to rid of your saliva before moving to your clothing.

"I want you to watch, sweet one.." their voice husked against your ear, the darkness of their gaze lowering to your chest as careful hands remove the straps of your toga and unfasten the golden belt, allowing it to cascade down your form like water to gather into a pile of silks on the ground. "..the way I touch my beloved pet." Two long fingers hook around the band of your panties and pull them down with ease, exposing your already pulsating cunt to the warmth of the Underworld's air.

Your hips bucked against the palm of their hand as it returned to your heat, the palm pressed deliciously against your clit as their slender digits spread apart your folds, tracing the tips of their fingers around your entrance and a pathetic whine escaping from your throat that left the Lightbringer chuckling. 

"I love to hear how desperate my little lamb gets for my touch," they coo in the sickly sweet voice that leaves your face warm and a hue of pink blooming across the apples of your cheeks. "Look at how wet you are for me, I've hardly touched you." The Devil spoke so softly against your ear, pressing lazy kisses against the shell of it as they dipped the entirety of their fingers into you with ease, growling as they felt your walls fluttering around them. 

"I could spend eternity between these legs, my darling girl.."

Lucifer's other hand reached up to return to playing with your nipples, rolling the taut buds before giving them a sharp pinch. Their name spilled from your lips as they began to move their fingers in and out, curling it into the spongy sweet spot that left you growing wetter — the sopping wet noises from between your thighs only spurred your Devil further, their pace growing a bit faster while their thumb stretched out to rub tight circles to your clit.

The way they toyed with you only made you more desperate to chase the taste of release, and -you ever so obediently- spread your legs as wide as you could for them. Lucifer purred in delight as they whispered soft nothings into your ear, once or twice pulling their fingers out of you entirely to deliver a quick slap! to your cunt before returning their fingers to where they belonged with a newfound vigor.

“Such a beautiful sight.” “You take it so well. . Like you were created just for me.” “Who does this belong to?” “That’s right. Mine.”

The fire in your body grew as Lucifer's fingers thrust in and out of you with ease, dripping desperately down the length of their fingers and your own thighs. Every touch, every whispered word, sent jolts through your body, building the already growing desire to cum for them higher and higher; always pushing you to the edge before pulling away when you spasmed too much, giving you a minute to cool down before returning right back to relentlessly tormenting the aching Heaven between your thighs. They'd chuckle at each of your mumbled words of protests, only to shut you up by returning to rub against your swollen clit.

"Luci-oh! Please. . ple- please," your poor little mind was too lost in your daze to form a coherent thought, eyes clouded over by a fog of pure pleasure as you mindlessly babbled. "Let me cum, please- please, my Lord." Your body - hell, your entire soul - sang with desire for them to the point it was almost overwhelming, tears building up in your eyes as they oh so cruelly denied such a blissful state to flood you. .

Lucifer could only chuckle, feeling their lips curling into a smirk at the sight of you, quivering and clenching around them. The hand that had been playing with your breasts slid up to gently wrap their fingers around your throat, applying just enough pressure to silently bring your attention to them. "Such a needy thing, aren't you?" they spoke gently, leaning in close so their hot breath fanned across the side of your face. Another squeeze, though slightly tighter, as if demanding a response.

"Yes.. my- my Lord," you somehow managed to form out through the tightness in your throat. "Please.. ah- let me cum," you continued to beg, unable to take the edging much longer.

"Cum for me," Lucifer spoke through ragged breath. "Show me just how much you need me." And with those words, their hand loosened from your throat and held your hip instead, leaving an indent to the flesh, as their fingers grew into a relentless pace. Your body writhed against them, arching off from their chest as your mouth fell open, the most unforgiving of obscenities spewing from your tongue as you grind harder against their hand. 

With one final curl to their fingers that hit the most delectable spot, your orgasm crashed over you. Your entire body shook and trembled as you tightened around them, the Devil slowing their pace to allow you to ride your high, as every nerve grew hot with pleasure until you were nothing but a quivering mess in their arms.

Your legs — still twitching and now aching from the prolonged position, covered in a light blanket of perspiration — fell limp against Lucifer, dangling over the length of their legs and you collapsed back into them. Carefully their fingers withdrew from your slick heat once your breathing evened out, licking their fingers clean before wrapping a wing around you to keep you close. Reassuring praise and hums left their lips as they kissed and pecked at your cheek and down to your shoulder.

"Sh, shh, my darling," Lucifer cooed, gazing down at you with a soft smile as they took in your tired expression. "Such a good girl for me, weren't you? Hm?" You could feel their warm lips against your skin, both soothing and comforting, as you gave a quiet hum in response while you basked in the afterglow from your climax.

As your head rested against their chest, feeling the steady beating of their heart beneath your ear, they continued to hold you; slowly running their fingers through your hair, the sensation making your eyes grow heavier until inevitably falling shut. They'd hold you like this until you woke, only to repeat it all over again for the rest of eternity.

. . though who would complain?

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this is sick and i need to be put down. immediately. sorry this is horrible it's been a while. you can tell where i got burnt out at the end lol.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

First of all I wanted to say I love your writing, in particular I'm a fan of your Gwen's characters stories 🫶🏻.

I'd really like to read something about Captain Phasma x reader (something extra smutty maybe 👀) where our dear captain gets jealous because someone is flirting with R (they can be in an established relationship or not).

Maybe with some Dom/Sub kink, a little bit of degradation and bdsm, strap and strap warming and some breeding kink maybe (?)

Things Heated on Christmas Eve ~Dom!Captain Phasma xFem Sub!Reader ~Holiday Bingo

Hehe, hiii anon!! Thank you for your request and your kind words! I appreciate this request, especially because Phasma could always use more content out there. Hope you Enjoy! ♥️

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Prompt- The Fight Before Christmas

Warnings: smut, little angst, dom/sub relations, strap-fucking, strap riding, strap warming, fighting, teasing, taunting, jealousy, degradation, degradation kink, breeding kink, etc.

Enjoy (;

The Captain watched as one of the lieutenants shamelessly flirted with you. It made her skin crawl. It made her want to rip that entitled lieutenant in half. But Phasma kept her composer quite well throughout the mission. While this man flirted away with you. Jealousy coarsed through the Captain’s veins, putting her in a bad moon. And no one messed with Phasma when she was in a bad mood.

You were hers, and Phasma’s alone…

It was Christmas Eve, and the Captain huffed into your shared private quarters after you two had finally made it back from the mission. She was very unhappy.

“Evening…” Phasma grunted towards you, not even making eye contact with you.

“Heyyyy Phas…” you hummed.

You came up behind the woman to help undo her armor, but she moved away from you, huffing away into the closet. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes a little. You knew what this was about. She was jealous.

Phasma came back, out of all her shiny Captain armor, and tried to go straight for the bathroom without a single word. But you stopped in front of the woman.

“Wait. Phas let’s talk about this…” you suggested.

You felt the jealousy and anger radiating off of her.

“What pray tell is there to talk about…?” The Captain seethed, looking down at you, her tone condescending and mocking.

Your eyebrows furrowed and you crossed your arms defensively.

“You are obviously upset about the mission.” You accused your partner.

Phasma placed her hands on her hips and huffed again.

“I am not. I had no issue with the mission.”

Her tone implied something you both knew was the true problem. Her eyes narrowed as she stared you down. You stared right back. When you didn’t respond, Phasma continued.

“My problem is you and that lieutenant…” She jeered, “What’s going on with the two of you…?”

You raised your hands defensively.

“This again?? There’s nothing! Nothing between us!!” You defensively exclaimed.

The Captain rolled her eyes and gritted her teeth.

“Get out of my way.” She gritted out, wanting to get to the bathroom.

“No.” You said, once more defensively crossing your arms.

The Captain chuckled darkly.

“No…?” She breathed out.

You could practically see the fumes coming out of her nostrils. Her eyes were dark, swirling abysses. Her knuckles grew white as her hands gripped her sides.

“You don’t believe me…! Nothing happened, Phasma!” You whined desperately, growing more annoyed and frustrated with the woman.

At your tone of desperation, Phasma’s demeanor changed. She shifted her weight slightly before smirking.

“Make it up to me.” She coyly jeered.

Your eyes fluttered and your jaw nearly dropped.

“I—what…?” You stammered out.

The woman came up flush against your body. Her right hand firmly grabbed your chin.

“Make. It. Up.” She breathed into your ear.

You shivered at her tone.

“O-okay…” you stuttered.

Phasma smirked in dark delight before backing up. Your body yearned to lean forward for her touch. But you knew better. Especially when the Captain got like this…

“Kneel.” She simply ordered.

“Yes Ma’am” you whispered.

You immediately dropped to your knees, then looking back up at the woman for her next command. Phasma tilted her head, her eyes sprinkling with dominance and her lips curled up in a satisfactory smirk.

“Good sub.” She hummed, “Stay.”

You blushed lightly at the praise, before quickly turning your head to watch as Phasma left the room to go into the closet. After a few moments, the woman came back, wearing her pajamas with an obvious bulge in between her legs. You gulped and shifted in your spot.

Phasma stopped at the edge of the bed, sitting down right on the edge with her legs open, and looking at you intently. You looked back, eagerly awaiting her command.

“Crawl.” She said, indicating for you to crawl to in between her legs.

You gulped and nodded.

“Yes Ma’am…” you whimpered.

You got on all fours and began crawling towards the woman. She reveled in every second of you being on all fours on the ground for her. Finally, you made it to the edge of the bed where her legs were.

“Good slut.”

Your cheeks flushed at the degrading term. And the woman noticed. Phasma backed up to make room for you on the bed.

“Cockwarm me, silly slut.” She commanded you.

You immediately got up, stripping off all your clothes, and joining the woman on the bed. You straddled her form and slowly sunk down on her strap. You let out a low whimper as you took her all the way in.

Phasma leaned back on the bed, watching you in amusement and delight.

“Silly little slut…” Phasma taunted, “Couldn’t help but flirt with the lieutenant…”

The woman bucked her hips up, shoving the strap deeper inside you in the process.

“N-no—! Didn’t mean that mmm sorry…!!” You whimpered, desperately leaning forward to grab onto Phasma for some support.

“Oh but you did…” she breathed down your ear and neck, “You knew what you were doing… And all because you want me to fuck you like the stupid slut you are, hmmm…?”

You whimpered, the feeling of Phasma’s strap inside you but not moving making it unbearable.

“I did, I knew!! I’m sorry Ma’am… God Mmm sorry!” You whined, your eyes screwed shut tight.

“Oh little one…” the Captain said in a condescending and degrading manner, “does it burn…? You’re being such good slut cockwarming me…”

You whimpered out something incoherently, too busy trying to rock your hips for some friction. But Phasma was quick to halt you, firmly grabbing your hips and holding you still.

“Answer me, slut…” she growled.

“Mmmmmm hmmmm yes…!” You panted, the strap forced all the way inside you but not moving making it more and more difficult to concentrate.

“Yes you’re a slut or yes it burns…?” Phasma taunted.

You let out a desperate cry and nodded, tears threatening to form in your eyes.

“Yes b-both!!” You cried, “Please Phasma please move—!!”

Phasma merely smirked.

“Oh I would have…” she cooed wickedly, “if you hadn’t been such a bratty slut…”

The words of her tongue made you dizzy and just that much needier. You whimpered loudly and pouted.

“So…” Phasma said slowly, “Why don’t you beg, sweet slut…”

You looked the woman in her dazzling blue, lustful eyes.

“I… I’m sorry” you sputtered, “P-please please Ma’am…!! N-need to move m-move god please!!”

Your hands were shakily on the woman’s shoulders, holding them like a vice.

“Oh come on… You can do better than that, my little slut…” Phasma chuckled darkly.

“Please for the love of god move…!!” You groaned, “Please Ma’am I need you fuck!!”

“Hmmmmm…” the woman tauntingly contemplated, “Who owns you, pretty little whore…?”

“I— you do Ma’am…!!”

Suddenly Phasma thrusted up into you, hard. Your eyes rolled back and you groaned extremely loudly.

The woman then started pounding into you. At a relentless pace. Your tits were bouncing up and down rapidly, as you tried to level yourself to riding the woman’s strap. Your mouth fell open and you let out a string of whimpers and cries.

“This is the way you like it, little slut…? Hard and fast…??” Phasma purred wickedly.

“I… y-yes yes!! Mmm your slut—!” You cried out.

“Yea you are…” Phasma cooed lustfully, grinning like a Cheshire Cat as she rammed into you mercilessly.

“Ma’am mmm close!!” You whimpered desperately, tears brimming up around your eyes.

“Not yet, slut… Want to breed your filthy, little cunt first…”

You groaned desperately and nodded at the woman’s words.

“Please please breed me Ma’am—!!”

Phasma’s lips curled up into her smirk even more so, as she pounded up into you, until the fake cum shot out of the strap and deep into you.

You howled in pleasure, crashing into your orgasm right after her.

~~~

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The hottest day part 2

Chris Evans x reader

Not my picture nor gif! Credits to the makers!!

Part 1

Summary: After The hottest day of summer turned into an even hotter experience, Chris came knocking on your door, unable to sleep.

Warnings: Just pure filth, Possessive Chris, bit of humiliation, rough sex, dumbification, mocking, pet names (princess, pretty girl, baby girl, sweetheart etc,) Daddy kink, Dom/Sub dynamic, fingering, eating you out, blowjob, deepthroat, face sitting, anal fingering, spanking, crying from pain and pleasure, slight bullying but in a loving way? Dark Chris sometimes, overstimulation, begging, forced orgasm, overpowering, creampie, breeding kink, mention of anxiety, mention of panic and panic attack, chocking, very rough sex

Words: 3,8K

A/N pfff I hope ya'll are ready for this one cause....🥵💦 p.s. don't forget to reblog💗🍒

The hottest day of summer part 2

When you got home you quickly took a shower and said goodnight to Chris. You didn’t know how to behave right now towards Chris. Was this just a one thing or did he really like you? Questions filled your head. You put some shorts on and a top before crawling into bed. You knew you had to have some distraction so you picked up a book and laid on your side over the covers with the fan on. You were reading but not taking in any of the words that were written on the page. You got pulled out of your thoughts by a couple of soft knocks on your door…

“Come in.” you told Chris, knowing it was him. He opened the door and looked a little uncomfortable. You saw that he was only wearing boxers, showing his abs and tattoos and you felt the pressure already build up between your legs. “Can I ehh maybe sleep in here tonight? It’s torturously warm in that room.” He asked you with a slight chuckle. You nodded with a soft smile. “Yeah of course.” You told him and he smiled politely at you. You felt a pit in your stomach but this time not the right one. Ever since what happened in the water, things turned a little bit uncomfortable, giving you a bunch of anxiety. He crawled in next to you, also on the top of the covers.

“Can’t sleep either?” he asked you, making you shake your head with a soft smile. “No not really.” You told him, hinting at your book. Your back was towards Chris as you looked over your shoulder. Chris laid on his back with his hand behind his head and the other on his stomach, looking at the ceiling. There was a silence and tension but not from awkwardness, no it turned sexual once again. You cleared your throat and tried to focus on your book, trying to get comfortable on your side but your ass accidentally rubbed against him. You wanted to apologize but decided not to, hoping that he might take the hint.

You felt him shift on the bed towards you. He placed a string of hair behind your ear and scooped just slightly towards you and you tried to act like you were still reading but you were hyper focused on the actions of Chris, awaiting for more but apparently he was waiting for you to take the next step so you scooped back towards him. You were in a spooning position and you couldn’t help to grind your ass slightly against his crotch but acted like you didn’t notice at all. You felt his mouth attaching itself to your sensitive place in your neck, making you slightly whimper.

Chris didn’t say anything except putting his hand on your waist. His fingers softly, teasingly rubbing circles underneath your top. Your pussy was already soaking wet and pulsating as the pressure was building up. His hand slightly going underneath your shirt and you felt his warm big hand on your breast while he played with your nipple and you couldn’t help whimper a bit.

You felt Chris pulling your body closer to his chest and you could feel his rock hard cock against your ass. “I told you that you drive me crazy didn’t I princess?” he whispered darkly in your ear, sending shivers down your spine while the goosebumps. You whimpered and tried to reach for his cock but he took your hand and put it away. “Not yet, be a good girl and wait.” He growled and you felt yourself grow wetter by the second. He placed soft kisses on your bare shoulder and his hand went from your breast, over your stomach and towards your dripping pussy. The heat between your legs almost became unbearable.

“Chris please…” you mewl. You felt a sharp sting on your but followed by the sound. “Try again. You’ve been such a good girl so far. Don’t ruin it now princess.” He whispered and softly bit your earlobe, making you shiver and moan. “Please daddy.” You begged and you could feel him smile while he peppered your shoulder with kisses and found the good spot in your neck.

His hand went down to your dripping pussy slowly and you wiggled your ass against his crotch, earning another spanking. “What. Did. I. Just. Tell. You? Now be a good girl and wait. I know you can do that baby girl.” He told you the first part stern and the last part softly and you felt yourself grow dumber and mushier by the minute, turning into complete submission. You moaned softly “You can do whatever you want daddy.” You told him, wanting to be close and please him.

He hummed in your ear “Will you now?” You whimpered in response. “Tell me what you want me to do then.” He told you, his hand slowly wrapping around your neck, giving it a little squeeze. “Please touch me daddy.” You whimpered and you felt him give you feathery kisses on your shoulder, his hand slowly going down into your panties.

His fingers went over your slit, already feeling how wet you are. “Oh baby… is this all for daddy?” he asked you, almost mockingly but yet lovingly. It felt weird but at the same time it was the most amazing feeling ever. “Maybe daddy should have a taste… would you like that pretty princess?” he asked you and all you could do is nod. “Yes please daddy.” He smirked and turned you onto your back, softly kissing your lips, after your neck, licked your stomach as he went down with a smirk.

He pulled your panties off and took a long lick over your slit, making your legs shake from anticipation. “You taste so good princess.” He told you and felt his tongue entering you. Your hands gripped the covers tightly, digging your nails in them and with your other hand you went through Chris’s fluffy hair.

He moaned while licking your clit in circles. His eyes staring you down darkly, giving goosebumps over your entire body and you hated that it gave you away this fast. His finger slowly went over your slit before entering your body, making you gasp with the pleasurable feeling he was giving you and started pumping his finger into you before adding another one. “You just keep getting wetter and wetter for me baby. Can’t wait to put my dick into you and fill you up.”

You shivered at his sentence, making him grin. “Oh you like that don’t you?” he mocked you and even though you didn’t want to give in, you had no option and nodded slightly embarrassed while biting your lip.

You felt yourself growing close but it felt ten times better than any of your toys you had laying around. You whimpered and mewled, trying to get away from him as the feeling grew too strong. You didn’t want to get away from him but you just couldn’t stop squirming around. “Stay. Put.” He warmed you and held you down completely, overpowering you and making sure you couldn’t move. “You better tell me when you’re gonna cum sweetheart otherwise I won’t let you cum anymore.” He told you, giving you a smack on your thigh as you cried out.

“I’m gonna cum daddy, can I cum?” you tried to wiggle around but he held you tighter and dug his tongue even deeper into your pussy. “Yes cum baby. You’re such a good girl, asking for permission.” He teased you, still mockingly and got back to work but saw you still holding back a little. “Let go for me baby. Let go, it’s okay.” He told you lovingly this time and pressed his hand down on your abdomen and you couldn’t hold it anymore.

Chris kept licking your and pumping his fingers merciless into you as you cried out. Tears streaming over your cheeks from the utter amount of pleasure washing over you. “Look at you. So gorgeous. My dumb little baby.” he mocked you while you moaned loudly.

He stopped and hang above you, grabbing your face between his palm, squeezing your cheeks together as you looked at him in shock. “What do you say princess? Have you lost your manners?” your eyes big, looking back at his dark eyes and tried to shake your head. His face came closer. “Than what do you say?” you tried to swallow from fear yet excitement “Thank you daddy.” He smiled darkly at you, sending even more shivers down your spine. “Good girl. Now sit on daddy’s face.” he commented so casual while you looked surprised as he laid down on his back.

He looked at you with his eyebrow raised. “I don’t have all night sweetheart.” His voice darker than the night. You quickly tried to get on your knees but they were extremely shaky. Chris helped you and even though you were hesitant, he pulled you down on his face and the moment his tongue connected to your pussy, it felt like all the strength you had, left your body. He held you slightly up as his tongue entered you violently and his thumb rubbing circles on your clit.

“Daddy…… I can’t” you told him between gasp. “You’re gonna cum again? This soon?” you laughed at you and you felt slightly humiliated. He smacked you ass hard, making you whimper loudly and tears slipped from your eyes from the stinging sensation. “Aww poor baby…. does daddy make you cry?” he slightly mocked “Answer me!” your legs started to shake around him as he held you up. You quickly nodded. “Can I please cum? Please daddy. You make me feel so good.” At this point you just accepted everything that came your way. “You can pretty baby.” he told you and you let go of the feeling you were holding back. Chris grinned through your orgasm at you and placed you on his chest, away from his face and letting you collapse on his chest, limbs shaking while he held your face between his palms and made eye contact with you as you came undone.

When you finally got out of your orgasm, you let your head rest on his shoulder and Chris held you tightly in a hug. “you okay baby?” he asked you lovingly and normally, really wanting to know if you were in fact okay. You nodded “Yeah. I am.” You told him slightly out of breath. He cupped your cheeks again and kissed you passionately. You felt his tongue dominating yours and you subconsciously rubbed your pussy on his chest, your ass grinding against the tent in his boxers.

His hand gripped your ass and gave it a good squeeze. You slid down a little and got off of him and freed his rock hard cock. Now you could actually see how big he really was and looked a little shocked. Chris smirked a little. “Are you going to do something about it or do I have to?” he mocked you as you made eye contact with you. You took his cock softly in your hand and licked your lips before licking the tip. Chris threw his head in the pillow, letting out a loud moan. You licked his shaft before trying to take him all the way in. “Ah you’re so pretty with my cock in your mouth baby.” he praised you. “trying to take everything in for daddy.”  You hummed a little and the vibrations made Chris moan loudly and just by the sounds he made you felt yourself dripping.

His hand found the back of your head and put pressure on your head and pushed you down even more, making you gag around his cock. “Go up baby. I want to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours” You hang a little above him as he pushed his hips up and fucked your mouth violently while tears started to form in your eyes. You kept gagging but tried to take him all in.

“Come here baby. You did a good job. Climb on daddy’s cock now. I need to feel you princess.” He told you, his thumbs wiping away your tears. You did as he asked while he helped you climb up. You took his cock in your hand and guided him towards your slit which was literally dripping wet by now. Your cum dripping on his dick when you put the tip in. You both moaned in unison while Chris let his head fall in the pillow and his fingers digging into your flesh. “Oh baby you feel so good already.” He moaned out.

You slowly lowered yourself on his cock and once he was fully inside of you, you both needed a minute to get adjusted, moaning out. You slowly started to move and moaned loudly along side Chris. “You feel so good inside me daddy.” You cried out while Chris moaned. He had a face of a pure angel right now while moans escaped his throat. He pulled you down so he could kiss you.

He put his arms around you and pushed his hips up, hitting the deepest part of your pussy in a steady rough rhythm. Your face was hidden in his neck while he gasped in your ear, biting your earlobe before violently attacking your neck again, marking his territory.

He carefully placed you off of him and onto your back. He held your legs up and let them rest against his shoulders before he started pounding roughly into you. “There you go baby girl. I’m never letting go of this pussy. You feel so good around me. You’re all mine now.” His thumb found your clit and started drawing circles again, making you gasp and moan out loud. The feeling started to rise in your under belly again but it felt different from the first two times.

Chris could feel you squeeze your walls around him again while the wet sound of your dripping pussy became louder. “Yes princess, that’s it. Let go. Let go for daddy.” He encouraged you. “You’re such a good girl for daddy. Even a better girl if you cum right now.” he praised you while the pounding got even harder and that was when you couldn’t hold back and started to squirt all over Chris, loudly moaning and panting while he kept pounding you out through your orgasm.

“That’s a good girl. Look at the mess you made on daddy’s cock princess.” He chuckled while you looked at his cock that was covered in your cum, glistening in the light. Chris got out of you, making you whimper at the loss. “On all fours, right now sweetheart.” You got on all fours but apparently not quickly enough, earning another slap from Chris, making you gasp and whimper loud. He held your butt cheeks and entered your pussy again and started pounding even harder, making you cry from pleasure and pain.

He slapped your ass again. “Baby, you’re so perfect.” He told you. His chest was against your back when the pounding suddenly stopped. “Take my fingers in your mouth dirty girl.” You whimpered and took his fingers in, sucking on them. “Good girl” he growled into your ear before taking his fingers back and got into his original spot. “Let’s see how tight that ass of yours is.” He told you and put his finger into your ass while speeding up the pounding.

You cried, whimpered and moaned out. “Oh baby you’re so tight. Next time daddy’s going to stretch you out with my big cock.” He told you while pumping his finger into your ass while keeping the rhythm. “Let’s see if you’re really a good girl and can take two fingers.” He told you teasingly before torturously slow adding another finger in. You cried out. “Are you going to take it and be a good girl or not?” he asked you stern. “Yes daddy, I’m a good girl.” You told him crying. “Then show it and fuck my fingers and cock.” he growled out. You hid your face in the pillow while the tears streamed down your cheeks. You pushed your ass back onto his cock and fingers, fucking him. Chris smiled “Good girl. I think you’d earn a orgasm. What do you think baby girl?” he asked you, making you nod.

“Does my dick feel so good that you’re unable to talk pretty girl?” he mocked you “yes daddy” you tried to speak up but it was soft and shaky. “Make yourself cum on my cock and fingers.” He told you and you pushed your ass back on a higher speed, making Chris smile, knowing you liked the pace. His other hand got onto your clit and you came in no time, squeezing his fingers and cock. You both moaned loudly as you messed up the bed. “That’s my good girl.” He told you.

He placed his arms underneath you and got you up with your back against his chest, his cock still buried deep inside of you. He placed the two fingers in your mouth. “Like them up baby.” he ordered and you did as he told. He held your arms behind your back and got the other out of your mouth and around your throat, squeezing slightly before pounding into you again without a warning, making you scream. “That’s it baby. Let them know how good daddy fucks you.” His hand squeezed a little more around your throat and before you knew it, you felt another orgasm coming. “Daddy I need to cum again.” You whispered out because of the hand on your throat. “Again baby? You can’t stop coming can you?” You shook your head.

“Go, come for daddy pretty girl.” You came very hard and without a warning Chris let go off you in your orgasm, making you fall flat on the bed and he started roughly pounding into you. The pleasure became almost unbearably and you tried to wiggle away but Chris pushed and held you to the mattress. “Where’d you wanna go? I’m not done with you yet.” His voice dark again. His hands pushed you deeper into the mattress on your lower back while he merciless pounded into you. You lost all your strength in your body as you laid there flat.

Chris got out of your again. “Turn on your back baby.” you rolled on your back and he entered you again. Chris made eye contact and softly wiped away the tears as he had a loving look in his eyes. Different than any other moment. Really caring this time. He slowly started moving again in missionary position. His movement became more rapid as he started to bottom you out completely. His hand found your throat and he squeezed it slightly again, placing kisses on the corner of your mouth.

“I’m not going to last any longer princess.” He warned you. “Cum in me daddy. I want to feel you fill me up. Please daddy, I need it.” his eyes became loving and caring again as he removed his hand and went softly over your forehead and hair. “Yeah you want daddy’s cum?” you nodded quickly. You placed your hand on the back of his neck and pulled him down so you could kiss him. It was a loving passionate kiss. “Please daddy. Please cum in me.” you begged him and he started to gasp and moan when you felt something warm shoot inside of you.

Both of your body’s sweaty as you panted out. Chris laid on your chest, trying to catch his breath. He looked at you and worry glazed over his eyes. “Are you okay baby? Was I too rough?” he asked you while cupping your cheek. You saw the anxiety and worry swirling in his eyes. “No, I liked it very much actually.” Chris let out a breath that he was subconsciously holding. He placed his lips on yours in a soft loving kiss.

He let his head rest on your chest again and you went with your hand through his soft, sweaty hair whilst getting deep in your thoughts again. You’d like the feeling of his soft hair going through your fingers, the way he held you right now, the way he made you cared for, loved for, acknowledging your needs, you liked him, a lot actually. So much that anxiety filled your body with just the thought you had to let him go sometime.

“Are you really okay?” Chris softly asked you, looking up. You snapped out of your thoughts while you kept going with your hand through his hair. “No….” You saw instant panic in his eyes while he held himself a little up. You spoke further so he wouldn’t have a full blown panic attack that crossed over his features. “The reason I couldn’t sleep wasn’t that it was too hot… I was too much in my head. I really like you Chris. More than actually just be a fling. The thought of that already hurts too much. I want you, all of you. I’m madly in love with you.”

Chris smiled with a small chuckle from relief. “Sweetheart…. I thought that I had hurt you. But I actually couldn’t sleep either because of the same reason. I didn’t came here because it was cooler. I just couldn’t bare the idea of not being with you. I wanted to be here, I needed to be here. I really like you too Y/N. Let’s try to work this out, I want to try this with you, with us.” He told you and you couldn’t be more relieved and excited at the same time.

You kissed him deeply and needily. You wanted him close and to never let go. Chris mirrored your action, feeling the same. He got out of the kiss and placed a soft simple kiss on your forehead before resting his forehead against yours while you both giggled and chuckled. “Let’s get a shower and clean this up after and go to sleep together.” He proposed and you nodded with a smile.

Chris got out of you, making you whimper slightly from the overstimulation. Chris immediately looked up at you. “I’m sorry baby.” He helped you get up and underneath the shower, he showed his very caring side. Softly washing your hair, holding you while he went with his hand over your hair, head kisses and soft touches.

When you got out of the shower he made you sit down and wait. There was no way he would let you refresh the bed so he did it and helped you in when he was done. He held you the entire night, even if it was just a hand on your stomach or whatever, there needed to be physical touches. But before that he cuddled with you, making sure that you were really okay because he knew he was rough, it even shocked him a little but he blamed it on the weather and well, what you did to him. But he would never really hurt you. He made sure to stay awake until you fell asleep in his arms, safe and sound

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[empyreanwritings]

Not Your Average Birthday

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ only - minors DNI, light smut, mentions of throat fucking/gagging, implied cheating (reader & her bf cheat on each other and they're fine with it), Gojo is a Cocky Asshole, pet names (princess, baby, etc), dirty talk

Word Count: 846

A/N: Shoutout to me for coming back to the writing world just to write something totally self-indulgent and horny. Love yall ❤️

"Happy Birthday, Princess!" Gojo sets a velvet box in your hands, and you can't help but smile.

Until you open it and see a small silver chain with a diamond studded 'S' dangling from it.

"Gojo-"

"Satoru," he corrects you.

You huff. "Satoru, you know I can't wear this. My boyfriend would flip."

Gojo sucks his teeth and gently pulls the necklace from the box. You don't fight him as he pushes your hair over one shoulder to hook the necklace around your neck. Both of you know, despite your protests, you would have worn it anyways.

"Your boyfriend knows I've been fucking you for the last year and doesn't say shit," he mumbles against the crook of your neck. "He cheats on you too, and he can't fucking take me in a fight, so wear it."

You twist the small charm between your fingers, smiling softly to yourself. "You claiming me right in front of him?"

"Baby, I'd fuck you right in front of him," he says and grabs your chin, forcing you to look away from the necklace and into his eyes. "I'd fuck you brainless, make you cry my name over and over again in front of him. Make it known that only I can make you feel that good."

"I'm surprised you even let him have me too," you whisper.

Gojo chuckles darkly. "Oh, princess, he doesn't have you. You go on dates, sure. He fucks you, occasionally. But you aren't his."

You don't know when he started backing you towards the bed, but your knees hit the edge and send you toppling backwards before you can comphrehend it. Gojo crawls on top of you, placing his hands on either of your head and knocking your knees apart so he can slide his against your core.

"You're mine," he reminds you with a cocky smile. "The second I tell you to dump that lame ass boyfriend, you will."

"Oh? You're so sure?"

His stupid smile doesn't falter as he tugs on the necklace. "I'm sure. In fact, I've decided you owe me a present. Dump him right now."

"But it's my birthday! You can't make demands on my birthday."

His knee shifts against you, and you choke back a moan. He doesn't like being told no, but he knows you aren't serious. If you were, why are you reaching for your phone?

"Princess, call him right now and dump him, and I promise I'll make this a birthday you'll never forget."

His fingers dip below your neckline, tracing along the lacy edge of your bra. He's not even touching them, but your nipples are already hard. You love how possessive you've made him just by implying he might share you with your boyfriend. It shouldn't make you wet, but it does.

You press the phone against your ear, and his smile grows. That little feral look in his eye makes your heart race, and it takes you a few seconds to greet your boyfriend when he answers.

"Is everything okay?" He asks when you don't say hello right away.

"Y-yeah," you manage to squeak out just as Gojo cups your breast. "I need to tell you something."

Gojo rolls his eyes. Why the hell were you drawing this out?

He snatches the phone from your hand and places it between his ear and his shoulder. He refuses to let go of your tit, and he needs to use his other hand to stuff two fingers into your mouth to keep you from protesting.

It works, too. The second his fingers hit your tongue, your lips wrap around them and greedily start sucking.

"So, I hate to break it to you, man, but she's gonna have to break up with you," Gojo taunts through the phone. "I don't like to share, and you're not even making her cum so what use are you?"

"What the fuck-"

"I know, I know, it must be hard finding out this way," Gojo stops and hisses when you bite down on his knuckle. "But I'll make you a promise, yeah?"

"The hell kind of promise are you going to make?"

"That I'll fuck her so dumb, she won't even remember who you are or that she was ever in a relationship with you." You moan against his fingers, and he smiles. "You have a good day now, bye bye."

He tosses your phone onto the nightstand amd forces his fingers down your throat until you gag. Tears blot at the corner of your eye, but he doesn't pull back. Only tells you to relax your throat for him.

"See, princess? You don't belong to anybody but me. Don't ever fucking think otherwise."

You nod the best you can. You're his. All his, you want to say.

He pumps his fingers in and out of your mouth sloppily, letting drool dribble down your chin and all over his hand.

"Now let me fuck this pretty throat of yours to show you what a good birthday girl you are, yeah?"

[our-blood-is-our-ink]

make me behave//like an animal

Ship: Agatha Harkness x Reader

Summary: Agatha comes home after a long day, looking for a release.

Word Count: 7.3k

Disclaimer: 18+ ONLY minors dni

Warnings (not in order): smut, a little fluff, degradation, praise, choking, spanking, magical strap-on use, heavy use of pet names (bunny, little one, little love, etc.), heavy use of slut/whore, spitting, collars, vibrating butt plug, unrealistic fisting, mommy kink, mistress kink, pet play, bondage, mouth fucking, oral sex (Agatha receiving)

Agatha comes home in a dark mood, her anger and frustration immediately alerting you that something is wrong.

“Long day?” You ask from the kitchen counter, where you’re preparing a cup of tea.

“You don't even know the half of it.” Agatha mutters darkly.

You pick up the teabag by its string and shake it gently to get off the excess liquid before tossing it into the garbage.

“Is there any way I can help?” You ask, well knowing what you’re offering.

Agatha sweeps her eyes over you, her face still stormy. “Strip.” She commands.

You bite your lip as you slowly set down the mug you had been about to take a sip from, bringing your hands to the hem of your shirt.

“Now, slut.”

You sharply inhale at the name as you pull your shirt off, dropping it to the floor as you quickly unbutton your pants.

Evidently, it isn't fast enough for Agatha, because her hand finds its way around your throat.

“You can't even follow simple instructions, can you?” She demands.

The lack of oxygen is making your head spin in an entirely pleasant way and you can't help the moan that makes its way out of you.

“Look at you, such a dumb little whore. I should have known better than to ask so much of you.” Agatha tsks, her unoccupied hand snaking its way behind your back in order to unclasp your bra.

“Atha.” You whine.

You realize your mistake as soon as Agatha's face darkens.

“What did you just call me?” Her voice is dangerously low and it sends a throb of arousal straight through you.

She clearly wants an answer as she steps back, allowing you to breathe properly.

“I’m sorry.” You whimper. “I'm sorry mommy. I didn't mean to.”

It's not the answer she's looking for.

“I think you did.” She says, tight anger lacing her voice. “And here I thought you wanted to be my good girl.”

“I do! I promise! I'm your good girl, mommy!” You cry out, desperate to avoid whatever punishment she has decided is fitting.

Agatha slowly shakes her head, her eyes focused on you.

“No, no! Please, mommy! I just want to make you feel good, I just want to be your good girl! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I swear!”

“That's all you want? To make your mommy feel good?” She inquires softly, her face unreadable.

You nod eagerly.

“Very well. But not in here.” Agatha decides, and you can't help the sense of relief that floods through you. “We'll do this on the couch.”

You move to follow her when she turns around and raises an eyebrow.

“Is that how good pets are supposed to walk?”

Realizing you've made yet another mistake in your eagerness to please, you violently shake your head and drop to your knees.

There's a moment of stillness before Agatha snaps.

“Well? You don't seem so desperate to apologize as you were just a few seconds ago.”

Your eyes are cast downwards, and you swallow hard.

“I forgot.”

“You forgot to say you're sorry?” Agatha asks, eyebrow raised.

“No. I forgot that good pets crawl.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, and you can feel yourself on the verge of tears. “Sorry isn't enough.”

There's a pause, and then you let out a yell when Agatha's fingers harshly twist into your hair, yanking your head viciously upwards.

“You're right.” She hisses. “Sorry isn't enough.”

Her other hand comes up to your face, the palm of it coming to rest right below your chin as her fingers squeeze your cheeks in a painful manner.

“Stick out your tongue.”

You comply, and you watch with wide eyes and growing arousal as Agatha spits onto it.

You can feel it, an almost burning sensation where it rests on your tongue.

“Keep it there.” Agatha orders as she detangles her fingers from your hair and drops her hold of your face.

She flicks a hand and you shiver at how you're suddenly fully exposed to the cool house air. 

You watch as she walks around you, and you can't help the whimper that finds its way out from you as you hear ceramic and granite clink against each other.

Agatha's drinking the tea you've made, and knowing her, she'll purposely take a good long while.

Which means you'll have to stay here, kneeling on the hard kitchen tiles, entirely naked with your tongue sticking out for who knows how long.

You feel a shot of fear go through you when you realize it's a distinct possibility that by the time Agatha decides she's finished, the spit that's soaking your tongue will have dried out.

You must've let out another whimper, because the next thing you know, Agatha's boots are filling the space of floor you had been staring at.

“Is something wrong?”

Her tone is cold, and you feel a shiver go down your spine as you realize she's setting you up to fail. She wants to punish you.

She doesn't care if you're trying to be her good girl, because it simply won't be enough. Not at this moment. Not when she's looking to take her frustrations out on you in a way you hadn't anticipated when you offered to help her relieve some steam.

You look up to meet her eyes, noting how wide her pupils are blown.

You make a decision.

You swallow her spit.

You can see the way Agatha stills, can sense that you've surprised her with your sudden bratty behavior.

It's very rare that you act up like this.

“I want you to think very carefully.” Though Agatha's tone hasn't shifted, her voice sounds rougher. “You have one chance, one opportunity to apologize, to make this up to me.”

“And if I don't?” You defiantly ask.

“Stand up.” Agatha softly commands, a dangerous edge to her words.

You stand.

“Turn around and bend over the counter.”

You open your mouth to ask if perhaps she'd like to do that for you instead, when you’re suddenly reeling backward, your head ringing from the force of her slap.

“Counter. Bend over. Now.” Agatha bites out.

You comply, shivering as your nipples and chest is pressed against the cool surface of the counter.

“I come home from an awful day.” Her voice fills up the kitchen, anger dripping from every word. “And you offer to make it better.”

You let out a gasp when her hand smacks your ass hard.

“But instead, what do you choose to do?”

Another angry smack.

“You choose to be a fucking brat.”

You let out a cry when she directly slaps your throbbing cunt, your knees buckling slightly from the force of it, pain mixing with pleasure.

“Spread your legs.”

When it takes a second too long for you to understand what Agatha is saying through the fog that is steadily seeping into your mind, she roughly does it for you, harshly digging her nails into the soft skin of your thighs in order to do so.

“Look at how wet you are, getting off on being such a bad girl, being disrespectful, and disobeying mommy.”

A moan catches itself halfway out your mouth as Agatha brutally shoves two fingers into you, pumping them in and out harshly once, twice, three, four times before stilling them while they're buried deep into your dripping hole.

“Squeeze.”

You don't even realize you're obeying her instruction as you do so, your mind growing fuzzier and fuzzier.

You let out a pained gasp when Agatha pulls her fingers out, your pussy still clenched hard around them.

You hear Agatha hum, causing you to whimper, knowing she must be sucking your essence off of her fingers.

“You taste so fucking good. It's a pity you chose to misbehave, I would have loved to bury my tongue in that tight little cunt of yours.” Agatha comments.

You inhale sharply at the thought, starting to regret your bratty antics.

“Yes, you should have thought twice before acting up, but evidently it was too much to expect such a dumb little thing like yourself to know better.” Agatha says, having heard you take in a breath. “Clearly, you can't be trusted to even think for yourself, you're obviously too much of a stupid slut to be.”

A soft whine leaves you as you can feel Agatha's presence invade your headspace, furthering the fuzziness that had started to cloud your thoughts.

“There, isn't that better?” Agatha asks. “Letting mommy do all the thinking for you?”

You nod as you feel your eyes glazing over, struggling to grasp at words that now float on the edge of your consciousness.

“I need to hear you say it, bunny.” Agatha chides, her tone dangerously soft.

Arousal at the sound of her voice throbs through you.

“Y-yes.” Your voice hitches, it's a struggle to get out the single word and you shiver as you feel Agatha's fingers dance across your backside. 

“Yes, what slut?”

You whine. Words are far too difficult to wrangle even within your own head right now, and Agatha knows that, she's the reason for it.

“Yes, what slut?”

She sharply smacks you again, and it leaves you feeling even more lightheaded and dizzy.

“Yes mommy, it's much better when you do the thinking for me.” You somehow manage to gasp out.

“That's what I thought. Dumb whore.”

Agatha's hand returns to your backside, this time to gently rub at the irritated skin.

You press your head further into your arms that are still folded against the countertop.

“Please punish me.” You beg, unable to take the way Agatha is causing your guilt for disobeying to skyrocket. “I just want to be your good girl again.”

Agatha stills her hand against you.

“Say that again.” She orders.

“Please, please mommy.” You feel something wet against your arms and realize you've started crying. “Please punish me. I want to be punished, I need to be punished so I can be your good girl again. I wanna be your good girl, wanna make mommy proud and feel good.” You babble, words that had just been so hard moments ago now freely flowing as you admit to needing correcting, longing for it even. You hate it when your mommy is upset at you. “Just wanna be good.” You sob.

“Oh, bunny.” Agatha sighs. “You are good, but sometimes you do bad things, and then mommy has to punish you so you know better. You have to make things up to me, otherwise, how will I know if you're sorry? That you'll stay good? Mommy doesn't like making her little bunny cry, but sometimes you don't leave her a choice.” Gentle arms tug at you, bringing you up from where you're bent over the counter and turning you around.

You stumble into Agatha's front, hands covering your face as you quietly cry into her.

“I'm sorry, I don't mean to.”

“Usually I'd be inclined to believe that.” Agatha says as she soothes a hand over your back. “But that wasn't the case just now, was it now, little one?”

You shake your head against her.

Agatha sighs as her hand moves up to gently card at your hair.

“I suppose you can't be fully to blame. It was unfair of me to come in and take my anger and frustration out on you, when it's not you who I'm displeased with.”

“Just wanted to make you feel better.” You agree, your tears slowly drying up as Agatha presses a soft kiss against the top of your head.

“How about I make it up to you? Hm? A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for mommy to make you feel good after acting up, what do you say my love?”

Agatha's offer draws your attention back to just how turned on you are, how wetness practically drips from your aching, empty cunt, and a sudden longing to be filled by your mommy floods you.

“Please make me feel good. I'm sorry for disobeying mommy.” You plead, pulling back just enough to be able to meet her eyes.

Agatha's hand is gentle as it comes up to cradle your cheek, her thumb swiping at a stray tear. “I know you are, bunny.”

You turn your head in order to nuzzle Agatha's palm and press a soft kiss into it.

“I'm sorry I couldn't help make you feel better the way you wanted.” You whisper.

Out of the corner of your eye you see the way Agatha's face suddenly turns guilty. “That’s not something to be sorry for little love.” She says. “I never want to feel better about something as a result of treating you poorly.”

You look at her, blinking. “I would have safe worded if I really thought I couldn't take it.”

Agatha stares at you.

“I would've.” You mumble.

“Would you?” Her voice is small, and it's such a drastic change to how she sounded mere moments ago.

You nod. “I… Probably enjoyed the way you were treating me a little too much.” You can feel your cheeks flush. “I guess it's just… Overwhelming. You haven't- I haven't-” You take a deep breath, steadying yourself. Your mind still feels fuzzy around the edges, the lure of subspace strong. “We haven't exactly done something like this before.”

“Oh.” Agatha's eyes are slightly rounded, shocked. “What about it did you like?”

If your cheeks weren't red before, they definitely were now.

“It was the… It's the disregard.” You bury your face back into Agatha's front, this time from embarrassment.

“Disregard?”

“I like being used.” You clarify. “Wanna just be your fuck toy.”

Agatha sucks in a breath, causing her chest to heave against you as she releases it.

“Mommy likes that?” You ask as the sensations of subspace come flooding back, giving in to the desire to be in that floaty headspace, pulling back once more so you can look at your partner.

“Mommy likes that very much.” Agatha rasps, a dark gleam in her eye. 

You shiver.

“Please use me mommy.” You beg. “Just wanna be a good fuck toy for you. Just another plaything to use.”

“That's a big word for my little bunny.” Agatha notes.

You blink at her. “Mommy uses that word all the time.”

And Agatha throws back her head and laughs at that, the last of the tension between the two of you draining away.

“So I do, little one. Come, let's get you all comfortable so mommy can use you.” She gestures for you to move back, but you remember earlier and give her a big smile as you drop to your knees in order to get on all fours, wiggling your ass a little, proud of yourself for remembering how to be a good pet.

“Someone's missing her cute little tail in her cute little hole.” Agatha says with a soft smile.

You can feel yourself clench around air at the statement, can practically feel the exact plug your mommy is describing, how it fills you up so well, how good it feels when she also fills up your other hole with one of her strap-ons.

You gently bump your nose against her leg. “Can I please wear it?”

Agatha looks down at you for a few long moments before nodding. “Yes, I think you can. You also may wear it.”

You're too happy at the prospect of your request being granted to be annoyed about Agatha correcting your grammar.

“Thank you, mommy! You're the best.” You declare.

Something flickers in her eyes, her soft smile briefly disappearing before returning to her face. “Only the best for mommy's good little bunny.”

You beam up at her, and she melts, just a little bit.

“Let's get to our bed, hm? I bet you're just dripping at the thought of mommy using you little one.”

You whine in agreement, following Agatha like the good pet she's come to expect.

“First,” she says once you're sitting on your knees on the bed. “I think you're missing something around that pretty neck of yours.”

You're overcome by a wave of lightheadedness as Agatha dangles your collar from her fingertips.

It's a pretty purple and black thing, a gold front piece that hangs the tag that reads Property of Agatha Harkness on it, where your mommy will sometimes clip a leash to.

You hold still as Agatha puts it on you, tapping at her arm when she attempts to close it one hole too tight.

“Is this better?” Her breath ghosts the shell of your ear, causing you to shiver.

“Yes mommy, much.”

Agatha hooks two fingers under it and tugs experimentally, jerking your head back slightly in the process.

“Alright bunny, be a good little pet for mommy and lay on your tummy so we can get that tail of yours into you.”

You eagerly comply, slightly pushing your ass into the air, as if to tempt Agatha to do more than insert a plug into you.

“Greedy little thing, aren't you.” Agatha comments as you hear the snap of a bottle cap being opened.

“Only for you, mommy.” You reply seriously.

Agatha laughs softly. “Only for me? Are you all mine then?”

Her fingers suddenly are on you, teasing your hole, the liquid on her fingers causing you to flinch a little from how cold it is.

“Mhm.” You hum, struggling once more to find your words. “All mommy's.”

You bite your lip as you feel her fingers retract, holding back the whine that threatened to come out at the loss.

Agatha pushes the plug into you.

Your mouth falls open as you moan loudly while she holds it at the biggest part, stretching you out, a pleasurable burn sweeping through you.

“You look so cute like this bunny, your littlest hole being all stretched out for mommy's amusement. Maybe instead of plugging your greedy hole up, I should fuck it instead, hm?”

You aren't certain what noise you make, just aware that you're suddenly being flipped over with Agatha's blazing eyes meeting yours as you feel the plug sink all the way into you.

You don't think when she presses three of her fingers against your mouth, gladly taking them in, licking and sucking at the blackened digits.

And then she thrusts them, hitting the back of your throat, and it causes you to convulse around them, making you gag hard.

Your hands come up, attempting to wrap around Agatha's wrist and force it back, but she only laughs, a dark sound, as she flicks her unoccupied hand, forcing your own to jump at her accord above your head, bound in purple light.

“Awww… Pretty baby only wants to be used when it's her pretty pussy getting stuffed?” Agatha mocks you patronizingly, fake pouting as you struggle to take in oxygen.

You can feel your eyes tearing as she continues to pull back just enough to give you slight relief before thrusting them in deeper again.

“Too bad little one, you're going to take whatever I give you. Stupid slut didn't think that this would be about her pleasure, did she? When she offered to help her mommy out? Silly bunny. I thought you wanted to be my plaything.”

You somehow manage to whine around the digits that are still gagging you, your eyes rolling into the back of your head and it's like flicking a switch inside of Agatha, she immediately starts thrusting more viciously into your mouth.

You're dizzy from lack of oxygen, and your thoughts have long turned into the same incoherent sounds your mouth is making.

You lose track of the time you lay there on the bed, mouth stretched wide around Agatha's fingers, lost in a haze as degrading praise falls from her lips, utterly focused on the way her digits feel, thrusting in and out, in and out. You begin to get lost in its steady, if fast pace rhythm, head entirely empty as your thoughts are swallowed into the fog of sensations before you could even be aware of trying to think them.

You don't even notice at first when she finally pulls her fingers all the way out of your mouth, aren't even conscious about how loudly you're whining, begging for her to shove them back into you.

“You're so pretty like this.” Agatha says, slipping off the bed. You lazily track her across the room as you pant, only just now realizing that this entire time Agatha was still fully dressed as she unlaces her boots and pulls her shirt off. “So fucked out from mommy only using your mouth, so desperate for anything I'll give you. I'll bet you’re so focused on mommy's fingers you've completely forgotten about that little tail of yours, haven't you?”

Agatha flicks a hand.

The plug buried deep in your ass suddenly starts vibrating, causing your eyes to screw shut as you let out a series of loud moans. You start bucking your hips upwards, attempting to hump the air, chasing friction that you know won't be granted to you.

“Keep that slutty mouth open for me.” Agatha's voice cuts through the intense fog of nothingness that clouds your mind. Not even thinking, you obey, and moan when wet fabric meets your tongue.

“You like tasting how wet you make mommy, I know. You're going to be a good little pet and keep that there until your mistress says otherwise.”

The word mistress echoes around your head. Agatha rarely uses the term, vastly preferring her usual title of mommy, unless making a point, normally one of ownership.

She owns you entirely, a fact you sometimes forget and you feel lucky she takes the effort to remind you.

You force your eyes open, wanting to convey you understood what Agatha was telling you, and are met by the mouthwatering temptation her body is.

“Does my slutty little bunny want to touch her mommy?” Agatha coos, condescending as she sees the way your eyes roam over her.

You whimper, knowing that you won't be allowed, no matter how badly you wish to make your mommy scream your name as she allows you to bring her to ecstasy.

“You know, mommy isn't always mean.” Agatha fake pouts, mocking. “I'll let you touch.”

A thrill of excitement goes through you before it's immediately overtaken by desperation as purple magic glows around your lower body, fading away to reveal a strap-on, thick and dark blue.

“What's the matter, I thought you were my cockwhore?” Agatha teases, purposely misusing the term. “Don't you want to feel it as mommy stretches herself around you, bouncing on your pretty dick?”

You moan around the wet panties that are in your mouth, your hips bucking.

“I'll take that as a yes.” Agatha grins wickedly as she forces your body to stay still, strong hands gripping your thighs as she moves to straddle you. “Maybe if you make me cum, I'll consider taking that gag out of your mouth and riding your face.”

There's a brief moment of silence before you groan in unison with Agatha as she slowly sinks down onto your length, her magic enabling you to feel how warm and tight she is around you.

It isn't very difficult to admit how beautiful your mommy looks with her pussy stretched around you, head thrown back as she attempts to breathe through the initial sensation of being so full, the exposed column of her throat so cruelly tempting.

You feel your eyes roll around in your head, and your hips, having been freed of Agatha's grip, buck upwards into her, causing her to moan loudly as the rest of the synthetic cock is forced into her.

“Be a good girl and stay still, you fucking slut.” Agatha breathlessly orders, a hand coming to wrap its way around your throat, pressing your collar forcefully against your neck in the process.

And you do try so very hard to listen, but the utterly overwhelming pleasure that shoots through you as Agatha steadily starts bouncing up and down on you makes it impossible to not squirm or move in some capacity. You're not thinking, not anymore, not with this entirely pleasurable fog filling your head. You move on instinct, carnal desire and pleasure overtaking everything else, so much so that you don't even think twice about how vigorously Agatha starts to match your rhythm as you thrust upwards into her, lost to the sensations flooding your body. It feels beyond good the way utter pleasure pulses through you, how warm and tight and stimulating Agatha's dripping cunt feels wrapped around you, how it starts to clench as she nears orgasm, and your entire body tries to leave the ground, your back arching almost painfully upwards, thrusting your hips harshly and suddenly as your head remains thrown back in ecstasy, eyes screwed shut. You're right there, right on the verge, can feel how release is just another second away and Agatha moves back up in order to slam back down onto you when–

Your eyes fly open, a loud noise of protest leaving you as you watch Agatha purposefully stills, slowly sinking back down in order to deny you orgasm, her eyes slightly glazed over as her chest heaves so temptingly as she catches her breath.

What takes away yours is the smirk that stretches across her face, somehow managing to look condescending even when Agatha looks entirely blissed out.

“Awww…” She coos a bit breathlessly as she reaches a hand out to remove her panties that she had stuffed into your mouth. “Is my little bunny upset that mommy helped her not to cum without permission? Silly girl, if you had only controlled yourself mommy would have came herself and rewarded you for helping her. Instead she now has to punish you.”

You whine, but it's not out of fear, not when Agatha is looking at you with that fond look in her eyes.

“Thank you, mommy.” Your voice is hoarse, and you swear you can see how Agatha's blue, blue eyes darken as her pupils dilate significantly.

“You're not really a bad girl, are you? Just a sweet thing that's sometimes too dumb not to break a few rules.” Agatha says.

“I'm a good girl.” You agree.

“Well, since you're my good girl, I suppose I can give you a choice of punishment.” Agatha smiles, a sharp thing that tells you there's little choice in the decision she's going to allow you to make, how she's thinking of the pleasure she'll receive from punishing you. “I can edge you until you pass out.” She leans down, so her lips gently brush against your ear. “Or I can turn you over my lap and spank you until you've dripped a puddle onto the floor.”

You shiver at how soft and low her voice is, gently closing your eyes as you try to think, a task more difficult than it should be. 

A few brief moments of silence pass before you give up and impulsively blurt out, “spanking. I want to be spanked please, mommy.”

“That wasn't so hard to pick, now was it, my cute little slut?” Agatha purrs, making your head swirl with how lightheaded her tone makes you feel.

She moves, shifting herself off of you and sitting at the edge of the bed, flicking her hand to release you of the magical bonds that kept your hands above your head.

“Come here and lay across mommy's lap.” She orders.

You carefully shuffle yourself to her, doing as instructed so that your bottom half is draped across her.

Agatha gently tugs on the plug still buried deep in your ass, and in doing so causes you to realize that at some point she had turned it off.

“What do you think, bunny? Should I keep this cute tail of yours in you, or would you rather it come out for your punishment?” Agatha teases, tugging at it with more strength before letting it sink back in.

You whimper. “Keep it in, mommy. Please. Feels good.”

She hums in response. “Ready for mommy to start?”

You nod your head, heart starting to race in anticipation of the first blow.

“Count for me.” Is all the warning you get before Agatha smacks your ass, hard.

“One.” You gasp out, the stinging pain flowing through you. “Thank you, mommy.”

Agatha doesn't bother to soothe over the afflicted area, barely waiting a few seconds between your words and the next blow.

“Two.” Your voice catches. “T-thank you, mommy.” You wonder how long it'll take before you're a moaning, squirming mess, given how hard Agatha is hitting you.

“I wish I didn't have to punish you so often, slut.” Agatha comments between the sounds of your counting and thanking her as she rains the blows down. “As much as mommy likes seeing you a crying, begging mess, she'd much rather have you on your knees serving her like a good little pet.”

You whimper at her words, and she continues to spank you roughly.

It goes on like that for a bit, her smacking you and you thanking her as you count when you suddenly let out a small scream when she spanks you particularly hard unexpectedly.

“Aren't you going to thank me?” Her voice is hard, angry at your silence as you brace yourself for the next hit.

“T-twen-twenty.” You force yourself to say. “Than-thank you.”

“Thank you, who, brat?” Agatha hisses.

“Tha-thank you, mom-mommy.” You start crying, a release of emotion that you hadn't been aware of welling up and overflowing. “Thank-thank you for correcting your st-stupid sl-slutty bunny.”

“I'd call you a good girl if you weren't currently being punished for being so bad.” Agatha says, and you cry some more at that.

“I'm sorry mommy for being bad, I'm sorry for being a bad bratty bunny trying to cum without permission, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.”

You let out a little louder scream than the last when Agatha's hand sharply meets the sensitive flesh of your backside.

“Twe-twenty-one.” You're sobbing now, tears streaming down your cheeks earnestly. “Thank yo-you, mommy.”

Agatha doesn't acknowledge your words this time, simply opting to continue in your punishment.

You lose track of what you're saying at some point around the thirty-fourth spank, pleasure starting to outweigh the pain, causing you to feel utterly alight.

Moans mix with your sobs, and eventually Agatha must have decided she's abused your ass enough because she then smacks your aching cunt directly.

You scream.

It's the exact friction your body has been craving and you cum all over your mommy's lap, can hear how your essence drips down and splashes against the hardwood flooring.

And yet still, you count, uttering thanks to Agatha for taking the time to make sure you know how to be nothing but a good pet for her, and she groans, loudly and full of lust.

“Oh little one, you have no idea how beautiful you are like this.” She says as you rut against thin air, squirming in her lap as the last of the aftershocks pass through you. “Such a good girl for remembering to count like that, to tell mommy how thankful you are.”

You're still seeing stars in your vision, your head entirely floating on cloud nine, full of fluff and air as you ask, “mommy won't punish her toy for cumming without permission?”

You can feel how Agatha shifts a little beneath you at the question, can feel the way the muscles flex as she arches her head back and then forward again. 

“No, little one, not right now. Mommy just wants her pretty toy to eat her out like the good pet she knows you are.” Her voice is slightly strained, and you realize that Agatha is more affected from watching you cum from being spanked than you thought.

You can hear how heavily she's breathing as she waits, giving you a little time to regain control of your limbs as a wave of tired content crashes over you.

“‘M ready now.” You mumble, forcing your eyes open as you slip off of Agatha's lap, wincing as you kneel, your heels digging into your sore backside. The wetness against your knees from the puddle of cum you ignore, looking up at Agatha pleadingly. “Wanna make mistress feel good.” You let slip Agatha's rarely used title, longing to feel owned entirely as you gaze up at her prettily flushed face, her eyes nearly all black from how aroused she is, lips parted slightly as she gazes down at you.

“Mommy owns you, doesn't she? You're just a plaything all for my use.” Her voice is low, and it causes your pussy to throb. “Mistress loves using her cute little toy however she wishes, how lucky I am that I have such a willing one, so easy to break in.”

“Please mistress, let me be a good girl for you.” You beg, gently laying a hand on each thigh. “I want to make you feel good.”

Agatha's lips turn upwards in an indulging smile as she slowly spreads her legs, exposing her soaked center.

“That shouldn't be too hard, little one. Look at how wet you've made your mommy already.”

Your mouth waters at the sight, a breathless moan leaving you as you fixate on Agatha's dripping cunt.

“Go on, bunny. I can see how much you want to.” Agatha encourages, a hand tangling in your hair, guiding you forward.

You don't need further invitation than that, eagerly diving in, pressing your nose flush against her clit as you delve your tongue deep into her, not bothering to be gentle about it.

Agatha jerks forward when you do, a loud whimper leaving her as you eat her out.

“Fuck- right there, right ther- don't stop.”

Your hands prevent her thighs from closing in, you can feel the way they strain against your hold, which only encourages you more, determined to hear Agatha make all of the prettiest sounds you've ever heard.

If you could live the rest of your life like this, situated between Agatha's thighs and drinking in the very taste of her, you would. It's an enticing thought, to imagine bringing her constant pleasure, to make her pull at your hair and buck her hips further into your mouth while breathless noises spill out from within her.

It doesn't take long for Agatha to cum, her legs closing around you, and you happily suffocate as you continue to lick and suck at her now sopping wet pussy, easily pushing her over the edge a second time, not giving her a moment to recover from the first. Her hand remains tangled in your hair, keeping you in place as she uses your face to ride out the aftershocks, moaning as she does so.

“Mommy.” You whisper against her. “I want to make you cum again.”

She doesn't hear it, not with how quietly you expressed your desire, not with how your words are muffled against her, but you can hear the whimper she lets out as the vibration of your voice makes her clit throb.

You take it as permission, gently taking the little bud between your lips and sucking, flicking your tongue every so often against it.

Agatha nearly screams as a third wave crashes over her, you can hear it in her loud inhale, how there's a moment of loud sound before her body shakes and goes rigid, and you can't help but feel pleased with yourself that you've managed to make her cum so hard, even as she violently jerks your head away from her, her grip on your hair becoming painful enough your eyes can't help but water.

“Did I do good?” You ask once you see Agatha's somewhat caught her breath, though her chest still heaves so invitingly.

“You did very good, bunny.” Her voice is rough and slightly breathless, her eyes still closed as she wills for her limbs to stop shaking. “Such a good girl.”

Her hand loosens from its place tangled in your hair which allows you to rest your head on her thigh, getting the wetness that coats the bottom half of your face onto her skin.

“You're making a mess.” Humor colors Agatha's tone, and you smile up at her.

“I can always clean it.”

A hand comes down to tenderly play with your hair, and you sigh contently, closing your eyes and focusing on the sensation.

You stay like that for a while, gently breathing as you focus on matching your breaths with Agatha's, who starts softly humming.

“Mommy?” You ask after some time. “Can you make me cum again?”

The humming stops, and her hand stills against your head. “I really should punish you for earlier…”

You stay quiet, hoping Agatha will decide to be nice.

“How about this, little one. Mommy will start on a bath for us, and you'll have the time while it's filling up to get off on her fingers.”

Your head shoots up at the offer. “Yes, please!”

Agatha smiles indulging at you. “Alright then bunny. Get onto the bed and wait, I'll be right back.”

You go to do as she instructs, when she stops you by putting a hand on your arm, giving you a quick kiss against your forehead before standing up herself.

“One minute.” She promises.

You settle comfortably against the pillows as you hear the thundering sound of the tub being turned on.

You close your eyes and allow your hands to wander while you wait, cupping your tits before teasing your nipples, light whimpers falling from your mouth as you make yourself all sensitive, your pussy starting to throb with an aching need as you rekindle the burning arousal that had cooled to embers.

“Fuck, mommy. I need you.” You pant, spreading your legs wide open as you imagine her filling you up. “Need you inside me so bad.”

“Oh, you need me, huh?”

At the sound of Agatha's voice, you smile and open your eyes.

“I'd hate to not meet your needs, bunny.” She hovers over you, a hand coming up to caress your cheek.

“Please.” You whine. “I'm so empty and wet.���

Her lips find yours, and for a moment you lose yourself in the kiss, slow and sensual, before Agatha pulls back.

“Spread your legs back open. Be a good little whore for me.” 

You obey, arousal continuing to leak from your dripping hole as you watch her trail her fingers down toward your soaking cunt.

“Oh fuck.” You breathlessly gasp when your mommy stuffs three fingers into you without warning, the slick feeling accompanying it telling you that she had covered them in lube.

“Look at this greedy pussy.” Agatha mocks. “So desperate for me it'll take whatever I'll give it.”

You moan in agreement. “Feel so good. So, so good mommy. Wanna feel like this all the time, wanna be a messy slut for you.”

“You want to be a messy slut for me? I think we can arrange for that.” Agatha's voice is pitched low with her own arousal, and her eyes have a dark gleam in them you miss entirely as you lose yourself to the pleasure overtaking you.

“Mommy!” You cry out when she suddenly adds a fourth finger. “Too much!”

“Aw, I'm sure my precious whore can take another finger. Don't you just love the idea of mommy's entire hand being inside of you? So full of her that you can't do anything but take it?”

You snap your legs open when she harshly smacks a thigh for them daring to try to close. 

“Answer me, bunny.”

“Yes! Yes, I'm your whore mommy, just a slutty plaything to use. Want your hand, please, please. Gonna cum from it, gonna cum so good.” You babble as you buck your hips, hands reaching for something to grasp, finding the bed sheets as the closest option.

“Good girl.” Agatha purrs, and your brain stutters to a halt when she does just as promised, maneuvering her fingers so she can slip the final blackened digit inside of you.

“Oh bunny, you look so pretty.” Agatha breathes out.

A strangled sound leaves you as your eyes roll in the back of your head.

“I can feel how close you are. Mommy can tell you just need a little push.”

You don't have time to wonder what Agatha is planning as you convulse the moment the vibrator in your littlest hole turns on, a white-hot wave of ecstasy crashing down on you, causing a ringing in your ears and spots of black to dance in your vision.

Everything goes fuzzy, pure static filling your brain as you buck and writhe, riding out what is one of the most intense orgasms you have ever experienced.

“-UCK! AGATHA!”

It takes you a second to realize that it's your hoarse voice that fills the air, that it's you who's screaming her name.

“Fuck, love.” Agatha's own voice sounds hoarse and utterly awe-struck. “You’re so pretty like this, I was right. God, you look absolutely irresistible coming undone around my hand. Shit, baby.”

You're too out of it to really process what she's saying, but not too out of it to try to protest when she carefully, carefully removes her hand from in you, the tail plug still vibrating.

“I know, bunny. Give mommy three seconds.”

You whimper as you see through your blurry vision Agatha getting up, leaving you panting on the bed.

The sudden quiet causes you to remember the bath that Agatha had left running.

You can see the vague outline of her returning, and a soft kiss presses itself against your sweaty temple.

“I'm going to have to take out your tail now, love.” She softly says. “Can you be a good girl for me and turn onto your tummy?”

“Feel like jello.” You complain.

“Even jello can flop around.”

You groan, but summon up the last scraps of your willpower to listen, rolling over so that your face is now buried into the pillows.

There's a still silence that falls over the room when Agatha turns the vibrator off, and you moan, oversensitive, when she slowly and gently pulls it out of you.

“If I thought you could handle it, I'd be fucking your little greedy hole right now.” Agatha comments.

“Maybe tomorrow.” You mumble into the pillows. “Just wanna cuddle with you now.”

“I think that's a good idea, dear.” She agrees. “Flip over onto your back again.”

You huff, but the absence of the tail plug makes you feel a little less jello-y, and you find it easier to obey.

“There's my pretty girl.” Agatha's face lights up, and you offer a sleepy smile back.

“You gonna carry me now?”

“I am, angel. Just let me-” She slips off the bed, before using her magic to pull you into her arms. “There. Here we go.”

You wrap your arms around her neck and nuzzle the point where it meets her shoulder.

“Did I help with the long day?” You ask, recalling how you ended up here.

“More than. I'm so lucky to have such a wonderful bunny like you.” She answers.

“I'm lucky to have a mommy like you.” You reply. “The best mommy.”

“I suppose it's only right, because you're the best bunny.” Agatha says, the softest smile you have ever seen gracing her features.

“And I'm all yours.” You insist as Agatha lays the both of you down in the tub, eyes fluttering close at the warmth of the water and the heat of her skin.

“And you're all mine.” She softly agrees.

As you drift off to the soothing rhythm of her heartbeat, you hear her whisper against you, “I love you, my darling. I love you more than you could ever know.”

[mortal-mayhem]

♡.¸¸.·Dacryphilia·.¸¸.♡

Smutober - Day 1

Warning: AFAB Reader, smut, crying, some dirty talk, overstimulation, etc.

Notes: A day late, but that's alright! This was written with the idea of you being able to choose who it is; Either Wukong or Macaque. I hope you enjoy it!

Your body ached, yet felt numb at the same time. Your hoarse voice babbled and rambled on as his tongue twirled and teased your clit, his fingers buried deep in your cunt. He had you folded, one leg over his shoulder and the other being gripped at your thigh.

"Can't- I can't, please, I can't-" You whimpered, fingers gripping the hair on his head. Your toes curled in overstimulation, tears pricking your eyes as he chuckled darkly.

"Oh, but you're gonna, baby.." He growled against you, his voice sending vibrations through your pussy. He nipped your clit, making you cry out, "You're gonna cum for me again and again until I've had my fill.."

You shook as you felt yourself getting closer, and he grinned, feeling you tighten around his digits. With a curl of his fingers, you saw stars.

"C-cumming! Cumming, I'm cumming!" You shout, voice pitched high. You felt a tear slide down your cheek.

"That's right, cum for me," he growled, scissoring his fingers inside of you. He breathed heavily, desperately catching your wetness on his tongue. "Cum all over my face! Now. Now!"

With a deep thrust of his digits, your back arched, and you screamed. You babbled as you started to cry, his fingers not stopping as he licked and sucked all of your juices, praise after praise pouring out of his mouth.

"Good, so good, baby," He mumbled, his tongue lapping at the entrance to your cunt. He pulled his fingers out, opting to stick his tongue inside instead. You felt his tongue grow just the slightest in length, so he could make sure not to waste any of your cum, "So good for me, so, so good.. Fuck, you're delicious.."

With the pain of overstimulation mixing in with pleasure, you sobbed, rambling nonsense as he cleaned out your pussy. His thumb began to rub your clit in rough circles, but he stopped as he heard you sniffle.

His tongue shrunk back to its original size inside of you, and he slowly pulled it out. His thumb stopped moving, and he opted for simply letting it rest on your little bundle of nerves.

It was quiet for a moment before he spoke.

"Baby... are you crying..?"

You turned your head away in embarrassment, closing your eyes and trying not to hiccup as the tears left trails on your face. You whimpered, fearful that you may have ruined the mood.

He carefully brought your legs back down, settling them around his hips as he crawled up your body. Your hands fell from his head, back down to his shoulders. When he came face to face with you, he gently cupped your cheek in his hand, turning you back to face him.

His thumb gently wiped your tears away, and, as you peaked your eyes open, he spoke.

"Breathe, baby.." He cooed, pressing his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. After he pulled away, giving your bottom lip a small nip, he nuzzled his nose to yours.

"I need you to tell me your color. Can you do that for me?"

His gentle voice soothed you, and you felt his tail gently wrap around your ankle. You swallowed, a small hiccup escaping your lips.

".. G-green.." You managed to squeak out, your hands playing with the fur near his neck.

His gaze softened, and he spoke gently.

"Are you sure?"

You nodded, and he smiled in response.

"Good."

With a roll of his hips, his cock split you open, bottoming out almost instantly. Your eyes widened and you would've screamed, had he not covered your mouth with his own. He shoved his tongue into your mouth, not giving you any time to adjust to him inside of you. Your slick let him fuck you fast and rough with little to no resistance.

"So pretty," He spoke against your lips, his tail tightening around your ankle for a moment. His arms slid behind your back, wrapping around you and holding you close.

He trailed kisses from your mouth to your neck, where he began sucking and biting, leaving those oh-so-lovely marks of his.

"So pretty when you cry for me, baby," He gave a particularly harsh thrust, causing you to squeal. Your tears started up again, the sting of being played with for so long making your mind blank, "Let it out. Let it all out while I fuck you dumb.."

By the time he was done with you, you wouldn't be able to think.

[star1117-archives]

𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩

➵ Pairing : OT8 x Fem!Y/N

➵ Genre : Fluff + Suggestive

➵ W.C : 1604

➵ Warnings : Mentions of sex, Jealousy/Jealous sex, Insinuated sex, Marking, Mentions of tits/dicks etc.

➵ A/N : Originally ordered differently so I didn’t even realise it goes from suggestive to fluff

© 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝟏𝟏𝟏𝟕-𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬. Do not steal, plagiarise, translate, repost or use my work in any way, shape or form.

𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚

When Seonghwa gets out the shower after a frustrating day, only to hear you fangirling about Shownu to your friend, it’s the last straw for him. He comes out with only a pair of boxers on, walking towards your oblivious figure.

“I mean, come on, can someone give their stylist a raise? They’re feeding us too well with pants like that.”

Seonghwa crawled across the bed, putting his legs either side of you before starting to kiss your neck softly. He leaned into your ear, nibbling and kissing it. When you moaned quietly, he chuckled darkly before taking your phone.

“Hwa what-”

“Yeah, sorry she’s gonna have to call you back later, I have…”

Seonghwa stopped to look at you with a smirk.

“Stuff to do.”

Seonghwa hung up the phone and threw it before holding your waist tightly, playing with the hem of your shorts.

“If it wasn’t clear, you’re stuff.”

𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠

When Hongjoong asks you to bring his spare headphones to the studio, he wasn’t expecting it to be near the start of EXO’s comeback. It was even more infuriating that after saying he wants you to stay, all he can hear is you fangirling. It’s not as if you didn’t tell him you’d go home, but that wasn’t a good enough excuse for him.

“Excuse me Sir do not bite your lip at me Kai. Oh no you cannot grind on the floor like that- wha- the disrespect-”

Not able to take it anymore, Hongjoong grabbed your phone and turned it off, startling you before your anger settled in.

“What’s your problem Joong? I said i’d go watch it at ho-”

Hongjoong grabbed your thighs before placing you on top of the table you were leaning on, pulling your head slightly back so he had full access to your neck and collarbone. He ran his tongue over the defined shape of one of your bones, smirking against your skin when he felt you gulp.

“Don’t ever lust over any other guy again in front of me or behind my back, got it?”

Your brain was too overloaded with so many complex sensations that you couldn’t form words. Hongjoong bit into your sweet flesh, leaving a small bruise and making you gasp.

“Answer me or i swear to god, i’ll fuck you right here and now and put it on a track. Do you think your lovely Kai would like to listen to your moans, Babygirl?”

𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨

Although my guy is usually a gentle giant, it really pissed Yunho off to see you so focused Ten’s exposed chest in the Bad Alive music video. what really got him angry though, was when you visibly tensed at his hip thrusts. The man stares at you the whole time, jealously fixated on your every move. The last straw, however, was when he noticed you tightly grip your thigh with a pained smile. He abruptly stands up from his seat, slightly startling you before walking quickly from the chair he was sitting on to the couch where you lay.

“Y-yunho?”

Yunho was too angry to process words, roughly picking you up and placing you on his shoulder.

“Hey! Put me do-”

Your words were cut short by a hard slap on your ass. Embarrassment making your face burn, you relaxed in Yunho’s grip, letting him carry you to your bedroom without any fuss. Yunho let you drop onto the soft bedding before pinning your hands above your head with one of his large hands, the other busy roaming your figure. You protested a bit, moaning when Yunho tightly gripped your thigh. He silenced you with a hungry kiss before pulling away and smirking.

“It seems like you’ve forgotten who makes you such a mess, Princess.”

𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠

Yeosang wouldn’t be too stressed out by your fangirling over BM from Kard, and would probably just tease you about it. That is, until you started screaming about his tits to your friend on a call after he just finished cooking dinner. He just stands there, patiently waiting for you to finish.

“Boy do not get me started on his tiddies… i know right! They’re so big.. Mhm I lowkey wanna buy the Big Tiddie Gang jumper but Sangie won’t let me-”

When you turned and saw Yeosang crossing his arms while frowning at you, you gulped and stuttered out a goodbye.

“A-alright San, listen i’ll have to call you later.. Mhm, talk to you soon.”

“So.. you really like his… ‘tiddies’ then?”

Your eyes widened, surprised Yeosang had even heard that. You stood up and walked to where he was leaning on the dining table.

“H-how much did you hear?”

“I walked in on.. what was it? ‘Big dick gang suits him better’?”

You gulped as Yeosang trapped you with his arms, leaning in as his expression darkened, eyes clouded with a mix of jealousy and lust.

“B-babe?”

“Why do you always have to be so needy? Ugh that put me right off dinner, you know what i want to eat now?”

You dumbly shook your head, sharply inhaling as Yeosang grabbed your chin, rubbing his thumb over your lip. He leaned in closer, you lips centimetres away from touching. As you closed your eyes expectantly, Yeosang chuckled and pulled away.

“I’m suddenly craving chicken. Can you put the food in the fridge for tomorrow while i go order?”

𝐒𝐚𝐧

When San walked in on you screaming over Taeyong in a crop top it was clear to see my guy was very jealous. He’d probably make a loud ass noise in the hallway so you know he’s home. He’d then walk into the front room and unbutton his shirt a lil before fanning himself, manspreading as he runs a hand through his hair. When he sees how quiet you’ve gotten he’d smirk a lil before pulling you onto his lap and turning the video off.

“Hey! i was watching that!”

You rolled your eyes and tried to squirm off San’s lap. He held your waist down however, gripping tighter when you strained again.

“Why do you need to watch him when i’m right here?”

“That’s not the point, San. Why are you being weird about it?”

Because i just found my girlfriend drooling over another man!”

“I don’t know why i put up with this bullshit!”

You tried to get up again but this time San let you fall to the couch before pinning your arms. He leans in close to your ear, trapping your body underneath his as he whispered in a sultry tone.

“Well, maybe you need reminding why you’re with me instead of him.”

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢

Mingi would probably be pretty calm about you fangirling over Felix, but when you bite your lip when he lifts his shirt, it starts to become something else. He’d at first be annoyed by it, thinking stuff like “what’s so sexy about that? i got my tits out at MAMA 2019.” Then he’d start getting a lil self-conscious and start hugging you tightly.

“What’s this for baby?”

You started giggling as Mingi pouted, burying his face into your neck.

“Can i not cuddle my lovely girlfriend? Or are you too focused on Felix right now?”

You rolled your eyes and sighed, turning to the big baby that was pouting while back-hugging you.

“Are you really getting jealous over some guy on the tv? Come here silly.”

You pulled Mingi in for a slow and sweet kiss before breaking away and smilling at him.

“Besides, your tits are better.”

𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠

Out of everyone, Woo is the least bothered by you fangirling. He knows who you decide to kiss goodnight at the end of everyday and no one else can touch that. He may even fanboy/cheer with you if it’s someone he knows/likes. Which is how you two somehow ended up talking about pink mullet Yeonjun and him in crop tops and him in puma and can’t you see me.

“Yesss, pop off Yeonjun! It’s zumba time!”

You got up and danced to txt’s MMA 2020 performance, knowing the moves off by heart. Wooyoung got up and joined you, following the simple actions.

“Hey Y/N! Watch this!”

Wooyoung tried to show off by doing a handstand but fell onto the couch. You bursted into laughter, Wooyoung joining in after sitting up. He then pulled a still-laughing you onto his lap and cuddled you, kissing every inch of your face.

“I love making you laugh, Babe.”

𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨

Jongho would be the most insecure due to your fangirling, biting his lip and watching silently as you tried to keep your fangirling to a minimum, knowing it upset him. I mean, he’s the one who put on the SHINee performance, surely he can’t get mad at you for staring when Minho ripped his shirt open. When you turned and saw Jongho’s hurt expression, you immediately turned off the video and put on Ateez’s 2020 MAMA performance, oohing and aahing whenever he came on the screen, making him smile and giggle cutely.

“Ahh, Jongho! Why did you have to wink like that?! The butterflies-”

Jongho laughed loudly at your comment, kissing your cheek and laying his head on your lap as you absentmindedly played with his hair, too focused on the screen.

“That high-note has me dead, Baby! How do you always sing like that, dance challenging choreos and still look like a complete snack?!”

“Probably because i know my girl is watching and loves it this much.”

You smiled down warmly at him as he cupped your cheek, pulling you in for another kiss.

“You really are the only thing keeping me together, Y/N.”

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grinding my teeth clawing the walls thrashing around on the ground. crawling darkly twisting darkly shrieking crawling darkly. attack regardless of target etc.

[neumoegen]

resisting the urge to post monomania lyrics to my public tumblr account (crawling darkly attacking regardless of target etc)

[neospacegov]

Yowling crawling darkly etc because I can’t find lyrics for my old ass v-bolero

[ninetailedfoxmanchi]

Mafia! BTS! Yandere: Your First Day with Them

Warnings: yandere, toxic relationship, triggering, violence, abuse, domestic abuse, mentions of sexual assault, implications and mentions of rape, explicit content etc

A/N: I strongly recommend reading this first (Mafia! BTS! Yandere: How You Meet Them for the First Time ), because the story is related.

Jin

You backed into the wall as your kidnapper made his way towards you. You pulled your legs to your chest and wrapped your arms around them, keeping your head low in expectation of an impact. You winced when Jin knelt down in front of you.

"It's okay, princess, I'm not going to hurt you."

Your cheeks were stung with tears as he made you look up at him, but you still kept your eyes on the ground. Your entire body trembled like a leaf. "Shh, it's okay, it's okay," he repeated over and over again, his thumb caressing your chin but you couldn't stop shaking from fear. You heard stories of girls getting taken off the street and getting kidnapped and now you were one of them.

"Come on, princess, look at me," insisted your kidnapper, sending shivers down your spine with his nickname for you. You remembered him from the day you bumped into him and couldn't believe that was what initiated it all.

You mustered your courage and glanced up into his dark eyes for only a second. His lips were parted as you took in his features, but his eyebrows were scrunched into a frown.

"Good girl," he praised you and turned your stomach into knots.

Once he stood up, you took your chance and made it for the door. You sprinted down the hallway, crying and sobbing until you reached what seemed to be the front door. It was locked over and over, a code protecting you from your escape. You slammed your fists against the door and cried, suddenly hearing your kidnapper's footsteps.

You were about to drop to the floor but he trapped your arms above your head and looked you dead in the eye.

"I knew this would happen, princess, so I'm not angry," he said darkly, "But you mustn't try to leave again or I'll have to punish you."

You shivered at the sound of those words and your cheeks stung with tears again.

"Do you understand?" asked Jin, tilting his head aside. You nodded, shutting your eyes close.

"Use your words, princess."

"Y-yes, sir," you whisper-stuttered as you barely kept yourself standing.

"Good girl, see, you're learning so fast, princess," said your kidnapper and let go of your wrists. You breathed out and hung your head down as your skin crawled with heat.

"Go on, have a seat. I'll make you some breakfast."

Namjoon

You were sitting in the corner of the sofa, knees close to your chest as you had your arms wrapped around your legs. You had scanned the apartment for a thousand times over, but it seemed as if there was no way out. The building was a skyscraper and even if you could open one of the large glass windows, no one would hear you scream. The door was locked with a code and fingerprint which was the first thing you noticed as you shot from the bed you woke up in and headed for the door.

Your kidnapper did not run after you because he knew perfectly well you had nowhere to go. Your heart was beating harshly against your chest as tears kept on streaming down your cheeks.

"Can I do something to make you feel better?" asked a deep voice that made you jump. You looked up at Namjoon with big wide eyes wet with tears.

He sat down on the sofa beside you but you scooted away immediately. Namjoon's gaze lingered on your calves and the bruises and cuts up your legs. His chest tensed and his eyes snapped to yours, making you look down.

"Look at me," he demanded and you obeyed in the first try. "Would you rather return to your family, kitten?"

"Yes, please," you nodded quickly as more tears gathered in your eyes.

"You would?" asked Namjoon and traced a gentle finger across the bruises on your legs. You winced at his touch but he did not pull away. You stared at him, finding yourself tremble. How did he know?

You couldn't say anything.

Namjoon sighed and took back his hand. He was being patient with you because it was your first day after all and he knew it wasn't going to be easy.

He tried to get you to eat something yet although the food would seem appetizing in different circumstances, you couldn't get anything down at the moment. The smell of food itself made you nauseous.

"You haven't eaten anything since yesterday, I know you didn't," said your kidnapper as he sat across the table from you. Your stomach gave an even worse squeeze whenever the man spoke. With your eyes on the plate, you could feel small drops of sweat gather on your temples.

"Hey, look at me," said Namjoon and reached his long arms to you. He cupped your cheeks, feeling the fever burning through your skin. It was from nerves and fear.

Your eyes flickered between his, filling with tears.

"P-please, don't... don't h-hurt me," you whispered as your tears hit the top of his thumbs, "I'll... I'll eat..." you tried again, your voice cracking as you shut your eyes close and your chest cracked beneath a heart-breaking sob.

Namjoon could not help but stare at you astounded. Once he woke from his thoughts, he caressed your cheeks with his thumbs and brushed away your tears.

"Shh, it's okay," said your kidnapper softly, "You can eat later, just calm down, kitten," he whispered to you and kissed your forehead. You winced beneath the touch of his lips, not sure what was going to happen. When he took his hands off you, you were so surprised that he did not want to hit you that you broke down in a cry. Your chest trembled with sobs as your head leaned down against the table and just cried.

Later in the day, you managed to eat a little bit yet only when your kidnapper wasn't looking. He still knew tho.

As you laid in your bed, you wondered first how he found you without telling him your name at the bookstore, yet you could not understand for the life of you, why you were here. The man did not make a pass at you, he did not beat you, he even gave you food. You wanted to know why, why you? Your parents were unable to provide any kind of ransom, not that they would bother even if Namjoon asked them for money. It did not seem like he needed it either. The apartment was the greatest extravagance you had ever seen.

"My room is right beside yours if you need anything," said the all too familiar voice. You sat up in bed, heart caught in your throat. It was already dark outside. It's been over 24 hours since you arrived here. Your kidnapper was leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest. You stared at him timidly as he studied you before he made his way to the bed. You backed away into the headboard, wrapping your arms around your knees.

"I find it very strange how you're so obedient and calm," confessed Namjoon as he towered over you. "I thought you'd be kicking and screaming."

You thought so yourself but you had already learned with your family that you always made things worse when you tried to fight back. You did not even want to imagine the things he would do to you if you made one wrong move.

Yoongi

You woke up in a cosy bed with dark grey covers, your head sore from the tranquilizer. For a moment, you thought you were at home, but once you sat up and brushed your hair out of your face, you realized you were far from your own small, little room.

A loud gasp escaped your lips when you saw a man sitting in the armchair beside the bed, his legs crossed elegantly. You remembered everything that had happened last night. Your palms turned cold as his eyes found yours and your stomach twisted into knots. Tears stung your cheeks as you stared at each other in silence.

"Who... W-who are y-you?" you stuttered.

"Min Yoongi," he said composedly but it did not tell you much. Your kidnapper looked at the sun rising on the other side of the massive glass windows of a skyscraper.

"Why am I here?" you whispered as your voice cracked and even more tears streamed down your cheeks. Yoongi's eyes returned to your own. He got up from the leather armchair and made you wince into the headboard as you lowered your gaze. Yet he wasn't headed towards you at all, not at first. The kidnapper grabbed some clothes from one of the dressers and placed them at the foot of the bed. You pulled your legs up to your chest to keep him from touching you.

"Get dressed then come outside," he said and left you on your own. You broke down in sobs, not understanding what was going on or how you even got here. You only remembered getting picked up on the way from work by a group of men dressed in dark clothes, then a needle pinching your neck and knocking you out cold.

You double checked the door before you took off your work t-shirt and your trousers, then pulled on a plain black top that reached to your mid-thighs and a pair of cotton shorts. You folded your clothes and placed them on the edge of the bed before you made your way to the window. You were so far high in the sky that you could not even see the pedestrians in the street below, nor could the windows be opened because they were in fact walls.

"What are you doing?" asked a voice beside your ear. You screamed and winced against the glass window, nearly peeing yourself from fear. Yoongi grabbed your elbow and steadied you, although his touch made you even more afraid. He frowned at the sight of you avoiding his gaze, yet seeing how his clothes fit you made all of his impatience melt away.

Your kidnapper made you follow him through the apartment where you desperately searched for a way out but it was all the same. You weren't even bothered with looking for the front door.

"Sit down," he ordered you once you reached the kitchen. Two bowls of rice sat at the table with many simple side dishes and soup as the main course.

As you sat down the shorts curled upwards, revealing one of the many old bruises on your body. You hadn't noticed tho, too preoccupied with the food in front of you. You had not eaten since before work the day before and as much as you hated to admit, it was making you nauseous. You needed to eat something.

You waited for Yoongi to begin eating first but he was doing the same thing for you. He sipped on his iced americano and chewed on the cubes. Your eyes trailed the energy drink, unable to remember how many times you served him that exact order.

You slowly took the cutlery and just as you managed to get a small spoon of rice in your mouth, your kidnapper's hands reached towards you. You winced backwards and knocked over the rice bowl into your lap as a whimper escaped your lips. Yoongi stared at you with his eyebrows furrowed into a heavy frown. You could see that in his hands were the chopsticks and a dumpling which he mean to place in your bowl.

"I'm... I'm sorry," you stuttered as tears fell down your cheeks like waterfalls.

Yoongi put down his chopsticks and leaned over, grabbing the rice bowl from your lap when suddenly he noticed your bruises. You flinched at his touch but he did not let go of you. His thumb brushed across a big yellow boot print on your thigh as your whole body trembled. Yoongi's glare returned to your eyes and he brushed away some of your tears.

"You're never going to see your family again."

Hoseok

The moment you woke up you shot up to the door. You'd escape no matter what the price, you thought to yourself but the apartment was like a vault.

You were sitting against the front door, hugging your knees as you sobbed when suddenly you heard your kidnapper's footsteps approach you. Your heart dropped to your stomach as you saw him stand in front of you. He knelt to your height and tried to touch your cheek but you winced aside, thinking he was going to hit you. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you kept your eyes shut tight.

"Shh, shh, I'm not going to hurt you," he soothed and caressed your hair to which you flinched again.

"Right," he said to himself once he saw you weren't calming down. He let you be on your own for a bit, explore your new home if you'd feel like it.

Hoseok made breakfast but you didn't eat. You simply sat at the door, peaking from behind the wall once in a while. You contemplated where you found the kidnapper so familiar from but you could not pinpoint it anywhere in your memory. If you had, perhaps the reason why he was doing this might occur to you.

"My family..." you began quietly, "They don't have any m-money," you explained, guessing you were here for some sort of ransom.

"I know that, kitten. Does it look like I need money?" said your kidnapper absent-mindedly as he sat on the sofa.

"W-why then..." you tried to ask for the reason why you were here, but he cut you off.

"You have to take a bath, kitten," spoke Hoseok. "You still smell like your family members and you don't belong to them anymore," said your kidnapper and got up from the sofa. You jumped up as well, backing against the wall. He tilted his head at you, his eyes narrowing.

"You better do as I say," he said more quietly but the tone to it was deadly. You had no other choice but make it for the bathroom. There was no lock on the door and when you were about to strip, your kidnapper barged inside carrying a small pile of clothes.

"Change into these when you're done," he said and froze when he saw you in nothing but your tank top and underwear. You tried to cover yourself but he wasn't interested in the things you thought he wanted to see.

His eyebrows fell deeply onto his eyes when he saw the bruises on your elbows and thighs. He took a step towards you but you backed away and whimpered. You looked down at your feet, hugging yourself closely.

"It's okay, kitten, shh, it's okay," Hoseok spoke gently, suddenly regretting he had been so strict to you earlier. He caressed your cheek and brushed away some of your tears.

"Does it hurt?" he asked you, trying to raise your chin but you kept looking down. "The bruises... Do they hurt?" he asked you again. You shook your head and more tears fell from your eyes as your chin quivered.

"Don't lie to me," he demanded.

"I'm not," you whispered and shook your head again. Hoseok frowned. "I'm... I'm u-used to t-them..." you admitted.

He stared at you motionlessly and nodded before he headed out of the bathroom. "Take a long bath. We'll talk later," he told you and closed the door behind him.

Jimin

Your head was spinning as you woke up in the morning, a feeling of nausea clenching your stomach. You stretched your legs as you tried to regain your consciousness and slowly opened your eyes. Yet upon finding yourself in a strange room, you shot up in bed, as your heart did in your chest. You looked down at yourself. You weren't wearing your clothes anymore and suddenly you recalled being crammed into a big black car by a group of masked men. Your eyes filled with tears as you inspected the man's clothes you were wearing. Something stirred on the bed beside you. You screamed and jumped up, waking up the man who was lying in bed. He looked up immediately, seeing you tremble. You charged for the bedroom door immediately but it was locked and there was no key.

Jimin got up from his bed. He was shirtless and in nothing but trousers.

"Shh, it's okay," he tried to calm you but you were beyond that.

"Leave me alone!" you screamed at him as he took a step towards you but you backed away. "W-what... wh-what did you d-do to me?" you sobbed, barely collecting a full sentence. The kidnapper frowned formidably and stopped in place. He was half naked and you were wearing what could only be his clothes. You didn't remember anything after they drugged you and even that was a blur.

"Kitten, calm down," said Jimin soberly and took another step towards you, but you backed off even further and knocked over a fancy bottle of whiskey that was sitting on the bookshelf. You jumped at that as well, the shards aiming for your bare legs. Before you knew it, Jimin was already at your side and you couldn't bare the thought of him forcing you. You tried to escape him and in the process, you stepped on some of the shards, cutting your feet. You stumbled and fell, leaving a trail of blood drops behind you.

"Stop!" demanded Jimin as he made his way towards you as you backed into the wall with your knees pressed to your chest. He knelt down in front of you. His eyebrows formed a terrible frown and his jaw was clenched.

"What do you think I did to you?" he asked as his nostrils flared. You stared at him with big teary eyes, not even wanting to say it.

"You... Y-you... r-ra..."

"You think I raped you?" asked Jimin furious and abhorred. "Kitten, I don't need to rape you to have sex with you," he said darkly and stood up. He grabbed a shirt from one of the dressers and pulled it on as you sat there paralyzed.

"Do... D-do you p-promise?" you asked, looking down at your bleeding feet.

Jimin turned around and faced you, cooling down his anger. In spite it all, he understood you were afraid. It was your first day with him after all.

"I promise," he said and returned back to you. You pulled your feet to you where he knelt but whimpered in pain. There was a small shard of glass stuck at the bottom of your right foot.

"Come here," he told you and opened his arms for you. You hesitated, but the worst seemed to be over. "That's a two thousand dollar bottle of whiskey in your foot," said Jimin and picked you up into his arms. He carried you to the bathroom as you clutched to his neck. He took your foot in his lap as he pulled out the piece of glass and placed a band aid on top. Yet once he held your leg delicately in his hands he couldn't help but notice that the cut at the bottom of your foot was the least of your injuries. There were bruises on your legs that were too old to be caused by his men just last night and he explicitly ordered them not to hurt you.

"Wh... Why am I here?" you whispered out of nowhere, unable to contain your tears. Jimin looked up from your legs.

"Because you're mine now."

Taehyung

You shot up in bed as you woke up from a terrible nightmare. But as you looked around, you realized it was not a nightmare at all. It was all real. What happened last night, the man following you and the man rescuing you only to kidnap you himself.

Your kidnapper was leaning against the wall, his eyes focused on the view outside the window when suddenly you couldn't stop yourself gasping. His stare shot to you and it frightened you so much that you charged right for the door. You ran but you didn't get far before a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist and lifted you off the floor.

"Where do you think you're going? Did I give you permission?" he asked.

"Please let go, please let go of me," you cried, clawing at his arms.

"You do as I say, kitten, and I'll treat you like a queen, if you don't, then I'll have to punish you," he whispered against your ear and sent shivers down your spine. More tears spilled from your eyes but you stopped moving entirely.

"Can I let you go now? Will you be good?" asked Taehyung but you didn't respond to him or everything that would come out of your mouth would be sobbing. Your kidnapper let you down and released you from his embrace. As you were standing on your own you trembled like a leaf. You looked down, your shoulders tightly raised as you waited for his further reaction.

"Go ahead, take a look around. I won't hurt you," he said to you with a smile when you glanced into his big brown eyes. "Go on," he encouraged and nodded at the hallway. You glanced between him and the living room into which the hallway opened, wondering if this was a trap. But you did not seem to have much of a choice.

You took a small careful step down the hallway, glancing over your shoulder but not meeting Taehyung's eyes. Just as you almost reached the living room, you heard the kidnapper move behind you, making his way down your steps. Your eyes widened as you looked up at him properly for the first time before you backed into the wall again and covered your head with your hands. Tae stopped in front of you and frowned.

"If I say something, I mean it," he said darkly, referring to you not believing his words. "But I understand," his voice softened, "I'll help you out, don't worry, kitty." With that he scooped you up into his arms like a bride. You whimpered and wrapped around arms tightly around his neck and buried your face in his shoulder.

"Oh, it's okay, baby. I just want to show you around," he said as he carried you into the living room and caressed your side. You weren't looking up, so he decided to give up for the moment. You will have plenty of time so explore it on your own.

Taehyung sat in his favourite armchair with you in his lap. You were shaking in his arms while he tried to get you to calm down. He caressed your soft hands and pet your hair.

"It's okay, kitten, you're mine now," he spoke to you soothingly, yet his words felt anything but that to you. "You're mine and I won't let anyone hurt you."

Jungkook

It's almost been twenty-four hours since you have been kidnapped if you could even call it so. You imagined zip-ties and a cold, musty warehouse not a multi-million dollar apartment and a sofa where you have been sitting for the past day.

After attempting to escape first thing in the morning, you realized there was no way out. Not the door, not the windows, much less calling out for help. When you realized that there was no escape, your kidnapper was already waiting for you. His arms crossed over his chest, he was leaning against the kitchen isle. He expected that you'd react this way but he wasn't too happy about it either.

"Where... where a-am I?" you stuttered as tears filled your eyes.

"My apartment," he answered shortly.

"Who are you?" you hurried but your voice cracked before you could finish the question.

"I think you already know that answer to that," said your kidnapper and made his way towards you. You backed away until your back hit the wall. You closed your eyes and turned your head aside, waiting for an impact. Instead, the man grabbed a lock of your hair and tucked it behind your ear. You looked up, finally recognizing him.

"You... you took my coffee," you stuttered as your eyes widened. He nodded.

"You can call me Jungkook," he introduced himself effortlessly before he let you be.

It was almost eleven in the evening you noticed and tried to supress a yawn. Your head was lowering down on the pillow as you struggled to keep yourself awake.

"Come on, let's go to bed, kitten," said Jungkook when he saw you slowly give up. He tried to pick you up but you woke up immediately and winced away from him. He stared at you intently, making you nervous.

"Come to bed," he repeated himself, slowly losing his patience whilst trying to remind himself it was only your first day.

"W-what b-bed?" you stuttered.

"My bed," said Jungkook impatiently.

"But I..."

"You can either sleep in my bed or on the floor, you're not sleeping on the sofa," he glared at you as you glanced at your little spot where you'd spend hiding the entire day. Your eyes watered with tears again but you brushed them away with the back of your palm before they could fall.

"I'll go with you..." you whispered so quietly Jungkook could barely hear you, but he did. Without a warning, his arms slipped beneath your body and scooped you up with ease. He held you securely and carried you to the room at the end of the hallway. It was the room where you had woken up that very morning. Jungkook laid you into his king-sized bed and took off his shirt as he walked to the other side. You curled up at the very edge, hugging one of the pillows as you prayed nothing would happen.

"What are you doing?" he asked you harshly as he climbed onto his side of the bed. "Come here," said Jungkook and pulled you to him by your waist as if you were weightless. Your entire body tensed as your back fit against his chest and you froze in place.

"Don't be afraid, kitten," said Jungkook quietly against your ear as his nose buried in your soft hair.

[salami2]

heyy i rlly luv ur work!!<33 may i request a dom!kokichi and sub!fem reader one shot where he catch her masturbating and then fucks her? tyy have a nice day/night!! ₍˄·͈༝·͈˄₎

A/N: Heyo! Istg I’m gonna be known as the person that writes Kokichi smut at some point /nm anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Warning(s): smut, masterbation, fingering, teasing, rough sex, uses of the nicknames “baby, naughty girl”, cum play, etc.

— Dom!Kokichi x sub!fem!reader —

“Huff… huff… K-Kichi, faster!”

You moaned. A little too loudly then you expected.

Slim fingers pushed deeper inside your pink cunt. Rubbing fast circles, making you moan even more then before.

Truth be told- you started fingering to pleasure yourself since your dear little prankstar wasn’t home at the moment. You were getting impatient. So, girls gotta do what girls gotta do.

“Kichi’, p-please! Go faster!”

Suddenly, you heard the slight sound of a creaking door. Nothing that the sound was at the front door.

It was Kokichi!

He swung the door open to your bedroom. You suddenly realized the small situation you were in…

“Helloooo? S/O, are you in hereee…”

The young prankster's jaw dropped. Eyes widening to the enticing scene in front of him. He grinned, locking the door behind him.

“What a naughty girl! Masterbating while I’m out. Let me guess, we’re you thinking about me?”

He asked. You looked away with a vast blush, pulling the sheets up to your face with embarrassment.

“Oh, wow! You totally were!”

With his signature laugh, he crawled onto your shared bed. Getting inches away from your hiding face. You could feel it from over the sheets… something hard.

Then the pieces clicked.

He pressed his erect cock against you-

Surprisingly, you were excited and happy. If he was feeling the mood as well, he could help your little problem.

Kokichi ripped the thin sheets off of you. Exposing your dripping wet cunt. You gasped; trying to quickly cover yourself.

“Don’t hide, baby. C’mon, let’s finish this…”

His hand slipped underneath your head, latching his lips onto yours and bringing you into a deep kiss.

While his other sly hand toyed with your ready pussy, throbbing for this man to put himself inside of you. You moaned inside the kiss. Making him smirk even more.

It didn’t take long for you to feel the tip of his dick tease your sorry cunt.

Your heart started beating a mile a minute.

“K-Kokichi… are y-you gonna put it inside.. me?”

He chuckled darkly.

“Is that even a question, baby?”

It was so sudden. He pushed deep inside of you with his stiff cock, making you lose your breath for a moment.

Kokichi isn’t the biggest man in the world- but dear god. His cock can take your breath away sometimes.

“Ah… I almost forgot how pretty the noises you made were…”

He grunted, started to pump into you harshly and fairly quickly. With merciless thrusts, his nimble fingers reached up to your chest. Fiddling with your already hardened nipples.

This wave of pleasure from Kokichi was too much for you; and your poor cunt. Already sore from his torture.

You already came on his cock. Your deep and heavy breaths are taking you over.

“Goddamn, already?” He asked, pushing his hair back from his sweaty face. “… shit, I’m gonna come, too.”

He said. You tiredly smiled, releasing your tight grip from the bed sheets. It was necessary from how mindlessly fast Kichi was…

It wasn’t long before a stream of his semen made its way up your glistening body, some making its way on your face.

“Hah… sorry. I’ll clean that up for you.” Kokichi muttered, going to get a cloth. You chuckled. “That’s unexpectedly nice of you.”

You commented. He brought something to clean you down. Leaning down for a sneaky kiss.

“I’m doing this because I know you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. Might as well be nice before you start complaining!”

You gasped and threw a pillow at him, starting a pillow fight between him and you.

He wasn’t wrong, haha…

@salami2