#prancing around in my cage

[racmune]

what are your favorite scoutpauling hcs!!

HOLY SHIT THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK!!!!!

UMMM idk how im gonna format this so im just gonna put it in bullet points ig

scout is a big ole hugger and very physically affectionate,, this contrasts with miss pauling being touch starved and really reserved. the way each of them love is something to get used to for both of them but its just works!!

i think miss pauling is very quick to try to ignore her feelings in order to focus on her work rather than a relationship with scout but it ends up coming up over and over again. like perhaps she'll try to convince herself that she can work with him and be normal and ends up fumbling over her words or another flub like that "hey scout i need you, i mean- for-for this" contract line. (i see her being shown to act stern to him in fanon even when she's supposed to be pining, but i think its forgetting the aspect of her character that she's a huge nerd >:33 i just really enjoy scoutpauling pining. scout becomes softer, shyer and more considerate, and miss pauling becomes that "girls when they're in love" meme. i just think they're such a good ship for a slow burn which is so upsetting cause i don't think there's a single scoutpauling-focused fic that's a slow burn. i'd say i'd to take up the torch but i struggle to even write one shots so 💀)

i also like to think that miss pauling notices his insecurities and compliments them. and he gets all flustered but he loves it so much. (yup i did rip this from a measured fic i read but i gotta beef up that wordcount biatch. i am insane abt this pairing i dont think you guys understand yet)

miss pauling is often overworked (as she is lol) and will struggle to take basic care of herself (feeding, sleeping, etc) and as they get closer scout will swing by her apartment often and help her clean up the garbage, water the plants , take her to bed (NON SEXUALLY!!!!11!!! we keep it PG here) and get her some good food

miss pauling will sometimes be so overworked she'll be sleeping sitting up or fall out of her chair and sleep crumpled on the floor. scout is often coming into her office/apartment just to spend some time with her and she'll tell him that she's fine and doesn't need much sleep to keep going. scout let's her go for this but soon he finds her asleep in even more concerning spots and finally says fuck it and cleans up her apartment and tucks her into bed

i feel like scout has put on a tough, "manly" persona all his life to prevent himself from getting bullied (or at least getting affected by it in front of others) but i think miss pauling being a girl able to call him on his bullshit is really good for him to be more down to earth and good for his self esteem in a way? like i think he allows himself to be more vulnerable with her and that feeling rewarded by being loved for what he is rather than just a persona is just really nice.

miss pauling is really capable but also i think shes avoidant to help if its really personal to her and not only her job. miss pauling was raised to be an assassin by the administrator and was never really allowed to just be a PERSON and i think that its kinda nice for her to be able to just have a normal relationship with someone. like, i think their relationship is pretty non-normal lols, but also i think scout can be really nice to her and nurturing to a more personal side of her she often times will have locked up because of her line of work.

if the administrator didnt adopt miss pauling (a big hc i have) i like to think that she had a very cold and unforgiving set of parents (like perhaps she can attach herself so well to the administrator because shes used to authority figures behaving in that way? or something?). i imagine after miss pauling getting well acquainted with scouts family, scout wants to meet her family. scouts family is a lot more warm blooded and caring than miss paulings family, and miss pauling says no at first because of this. scout still wants to go or at least know why miss pauling wont talk about her family, but reconciles that some things she isnt ready for. miss pauling still notices his feelings and decides to bring him over for one dinner. its just the worst for everyone involved. scout is wearing his sunday best which is a goofy haircut and a bowtie because he cant be fancy to save his life and no matter how polite he tried to be his bluntness would always shine through on accident. miss paulings mom would insult her and scoutd get really defensive. hes not allowed back. ;-;

another hc i like is that miss pauling and scout both speak spanish. scout learnt it because he mistook it for the language of love (which, i mean spanish is still a pretty romantic language so i fuck w it) but in miss pauling's case it was her first language. miss pauling is excited to know he speaks her language and he often needs her to slow down her speech for him to keep up which i think is a fun contrast to everyone struggling to keep up with him loll... also this happened valve told me/j

(im also not a spanish speaker so umm if i got smtg wrong then im sooo sorry ;u;;)

i also just really like miss pauling's hyper-activeness and excitability as well,(i didnt say this yet but i also headcanon them both as audhd A LOT) like ive said before its rarely shown in fanon and its upsetting cause i think she's just a silly little character and she's often shown to be the straight man or team mom exclusively…. and i think theres a twinge of fandom misogyny in there but like whatevs ig.

they can work together really well as a unit but also i think they are really nice for just . healing together from fucked up childhoods i guess

ive seen scoutpauling be viewed as a ship with no sauce or spice but i gotta disagree!!! theyre the most concentrated flavour containers ive ever seen in all my years its great

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@saffsketches told me that ill get bullied for this post💀

//ok also have some headcanons from my discord server under the cut, all these are from me but there were a lotta good ones from other members that i just didnt show cause i was too shy to ask to cred LOLS

btw fuck this took post longer to make than i thought it would ;;; ummmmm………….. sorry ;u;

(this one was from when the server was talking about miss pauling having a big ole st bernard named otto in the headcanon channel for context LOL)

ok im done now bye hope yall enjoyed this small peek into the inner machinations of my fucked up mind..... HEHE

[bandomgay]

i have notifs on for u to infer what you want from that

This is horrifying for me but I appreciate it soioooo very much

[wanders-in-wonderland]

My Roommate

It’s a typical Friday night, I’d made plans to go to a new club opening with some friends after work and I’m getting ready to leave.

Dressed in a short, skintight dress and heels, I’m just about to head out when I hear the front door open and see my roommate walk into our living room. His eyes sweep over me and I think I see his jaw twitch before he raises an eyebrow at me, “Going out?”

I smile brightly, grabbing my clutch and sliding past him to grab the door handle he’d just let go of. “Don’t wait up!” I cheerfully say as I spin out the door.

I catch him murmur something under his breath but I’m too far gone to notice. I spend the next few hours dancing, drinking, and partying with friends before I finally make my way back home, still a little tipsy and high on a wild night.

I stumble into the apartment, kicking my heels off as I step through the door. I’d been expecting darkness but instead, the lights are on and my roommate is sitting in the armchair in the living room, facing the door. I smile at him and walk into our kitchen to grab a glass of water.

“What are you still doing up?” My words are mostly clear but I can still feel the fuzziness in my head from all the alcohol I’d consumed tonight.

“I was waiting for you,” his voice is flat, with none of the friendly inflection I’m used to. “Hm?” I stare at him in confusion as I bring the glass to my lips, drawing thirstily from it.

I watch as he rises from his seat, walking towards me with purpose. I stare as he approaches, my lack of shoes making our already significant height difference even more pronounced as I tilt my head back to maintain eye contact as he draws closer.

“Did you get tired of prancing around in that outfit like a slut?” His words cut through me, dousing me like ice cold water. I’m slack-jawed for a moment as I stare over the rim of my water glass.

“What?” My voice trembles as my alcohol-addled brain comprehends what he just said. His eyes narrow into an anger-filled glare that makes me shrink and take a step back. He doesn’t stop advancing and my legs carry me backwards instinctively, only stopping when I feel my back hit the kitchen counter.

His voice is dark and biting when he speaks again, “Did you like it when all those men at the club gave you their attention while you whored yourself out? Did that make your cunt wet?”

My heart stutters in fear as I take in how angry he looks and how close he is to me. “I- I don’t know what you mean…” my voice is small and seems to be swallowed up by the room.

“Don’t play dumb. I know how whores like you act,” he sneers and he towers over me, caging me as he plucks the glass from my frozen fingers and sets it down.

“Desperate little whore who lives for the attention and validation that you get from men. That’s what you are. All you want is for someone to own you and possess you and treat you like the worthless piece of pussy you are.” His voice ends in a harsh hiss as he bends down to hold my gaze.

I can feel my heartbeat echoing in my ears and despite the fear, the alcohol, and the indignation that wells up inside of me, I feel my body clench in response to his words.

His hands settle on my waist, his fingers spanning across my back as his thumbs dig into my hips harshly. I whimper softly at the pinch of pain but I feel my pussy throb.

“And I’m tired of watching you run around like a bitch in heat,” he spits the last few words at me before he leans down and captures my lips in a punishing, bruising kiss. I whine into his mouth as I feel his tongue dominate mine, my hands coming up to rest on his chest briefly before my brain catches up to my body and I push away from him.

“What the fuck?” It’s anger now that fills my body and mind, “You have no right to treat me like that or say that about me! What I do is my business, not yours!”

He glares down at me, “It is my fucking business when you’re doing it all under my roof. And I have every right because I’m about to own every part of you.”

I splutter in disbelief, “Who the hell do you think you are, you freak? I don’t fucking belong-“ His hand cracks across my face as he backhands me.

I cry out as my head snaps to the side, my cheek immediately flaring in pain and fear settles into my stomach.

“Don’t fucking disrespect me.” His voice is ice as he stares me down. My eyes fill with tears but I blink them away furiously. My arm comes up to retaliate but before I can, his hand snatches my wrist and in one smooth movement, he pulls me around, pining my arm behind my back while pushing me down against the kitchen counter.

I struggle fruitlessly against him and expletives spew out of my mouth. I hear the sound of his hand cracking against my ass before I even feel it.

The force jolts my entire body and the sharp burn of pain makes me cry out. I twist and try to squirm away from him but he lands several more blows against me, each one drawing a cry from my lips as my thin dress does nothing to dampen the force of his blows.

“You’re fucking mine.” Every word is punctuated with a hit. I feel the tears spill over my lashes as the pain and panic bombards me.

“No, please stop, please let me go!” My voice is desperate and small as he overwhelms my every sense.

“Shut the fuck up,” his tone is cold yet heated with anger and possession as he grabs the bottom of my dress and wrenches it upwards, bunching it around my hips.

He lets out a mocking laugh, “You fucking whore, you didn’t even wear panties out.” I close my eyes as if that would block out what’s happening. He lands a few more harsh slaps to my bare skin, making me whine and cry out again.

I feel his fingers against my core and feel my heart stop. “Fuck, you worthless little cunt, you’re dripping,” his voice is gravelly as his fingers slide against me, collecting the slick that betrays me.

“Being punished like a whore really does turn you on huh?” He laughs with derision. “No, no please stop!” My voice shakes and I feel shame heating my cheeks simultaneous to the desire that heats my blood.

“Don’t lie to me, whore, I can feel how badly you want this.” He slams two fingers into my dripping pussy as he snarls his words into my ear. A strangled moan erupts out of my mouth as I shudder from the pleasure. His fingers don’t stop as they piston into me, the sound of my wetness filling the room with my cries.

“I’m going to give you exactly what you deserve,” his words barely reach me as the beating of my heart roars in my ears.

He curls his fingers inside of me, making my breath stutter as I feel my orgasm fast approaching. His fingers brush against my clit and I let out a broken wail as pleasure washes over me and I come undone on his fingers, splayed out on our kitchen counter.

“Fucking whore,” he growls in my ear as he works me through the orgasm, making me shake and writhe.

I gasp breathlessly as my body comes down from the high and he pulls his hand away from me. He grabs me and spins me around swiftly, the move making my head dizzy as I look into his eyes. He doesn’t even look winded while I know I’m flushed and panting like a bitch in heat.

Before I can get my bearings, his arm shoots out and his fingers wrap around my throat. I let out a strangled whine as he tightens his grip before pulling me out of the kitchen, toward his room.

I stumble slightly, my legs trembling from the orgasm that shook me. He yanks me by my throat before effortlessly tossing me onto the bed. The movement stuns me but I’d be lying if I said his show of strength didn’t make my core clench a little. I stare up at him as he pulls his shirt over his head and drops his pants, revealing his long, hard cock. The harsh movement makes it bounce slightly against the hard lines of his stomach and I let out of small whimper as I take in his size.

He smirks as he catches my eye, “I’m going to make sure you never want another man after tonight.” I shake my head in response, too overwhelmed to formulate a response.

He’s on me a second later, grabbing my arms to lock them above my head in his hand as his body covers mine. His lips attach to my neck and I moan softly when I feel his teeth scrap my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

I feel him mouth me harshly, in a way that I know will leave a deep bruise to show the world who owns me. I whimper softly and squirm against him, unsure if I should arch into him or away from him, not that he’s giving me much space to do either.

He pulls away slightly to run a free hand down my body, ghosting over my skin like I’m something precious he doesn’t want to break. But his next movement dispels that notion when he roughly spreads my legs and lands a stinging slap against my dripping pussy. A cry escapes from my lips as my body jolts sharply.

“Fuck, you’re dripping, you whore,” he growls before landing several more stinging slaps, hitting my clit with each one, the brutal pain combining with pleasure to make my head spin.

“Look at your puffy little pussy, swollen clit all sensitive huh?” He purrs softly into my ear as he harshly lands another sharp slap. I moan brokenly, trembling against him, my eyes fluttering shut.

I feel him shift above me and my eyes fly open when I feel his cock line up against my center. My gaze catches his and I watch as his lips curl into a cruel smile before his hips slam into place. My mouth opens in a wordless scream as his cock fills me and he sets a ruthless pace.

I arch my back against him, staring up at him with unfocused eyes as the pleasure mounts inside of me. His fingers are like bands around my wrist, keeping me pinned to the bed as he fucks me into the mattress.

“You’re fucking mine, you whore. I’m going to breed you and own every part of you. That’s what you need, huh? You need to be owned and controlled because that’s all stupid sluts like you want.” His voice is harsh, deep with possession and finality. I cry out and whine as my vision goes white and my body clenches for another time, my orgasm slamming into me with no mercy.

“Yes, yes, yes, I’m yours!” My voice is shrill and desperate as he unrelentingly forces my body into submission to him. His low groan fills my ears as I feel his thrusts stutter. “I’m going to mark you as mine inside and out,” he snarls as he throws his head back and slams into me one final time. I arch into him and feel his cock throb inside of me as he cums, filling me and claiming me as his.

His body collapses on me, pressing me into the bed under his warm weight. His hands release my wrists and I bring my arms up to wrap around his shoulders and pull him closer.

I giggle softly and let my lips brush against his ear, “Took you long enough to take what belongs to you.” He laughs with breathless incredulity in my ear. “Fuck, you’re amazing.”

[jenosbigtoe]

mdni. nsfw 18+

pairing: working husband!lee jeno x housewife!reader

warnings: heavy traditional gender roles, breeding, unprotected sex, freeuse

jeno just loves his cute little wifey so much!

he loooves pampering you, when you’re just so good to him. wearing the cutest little dresses prancing around the house (no panties for easy access of course), always making sure his favorite meals are ready on the table when he gets home, keeping the house so neat and tidy, and letting him use you whenever he needs stress relief!! such a good wifey :(

you were just his pretty little wife! he wanted only the best for you. you didn’t need to work when your husband would just take care of everything for you. all you had to worry about was taking care of him, the house, and eventually your little babies.

you let him take you whenever, wherever. you’d be at the stove, slaving away to make a warm homecooked meal for your husband to come home to. then he’d come up behind you, caging you up in his beefy arms and pressing his hardened cock against your plump ass. he’d lift your short dress up and of course, no panties! why would you ever wear panties when you have a hot hunky husband ready to take you at any moment?

he’d slide his fat cock into your tight folds as you gripped the countertop and clenched around his hot length. he would straight pound into you with no hesitation and bottom out in your dripping pussy with every thrust, gripping your waist hard and groaning out sweet praises. fuck, i love my wife’s tight pussy so much. you’d gasp in delight, arching your back and pressing your ass against his pelvis to feel him deeper inside your needy cunt.

he never wears a condom ever. what would a husband be if he didn’t fuck his wife’s pussy raw? if he didn’t fuck a fat load into her warm cunt every night? and he would never let you take birth control either. you’re husband and wife, it’s only what nature intended. he would love to knock you up, his pretty little thing. he thinks you would look so sexy and so so pretty round and pregnant with his babies. a little him and little you running around the house as you chased after them with another growing belly.

you were just such a good wife to him, always keeping his balls empty and his belly full <33

a/n: inspired by the fact ive always wanted to marry rich and be spoiled by my husband while i stay at home and be his pretty little wife 😞😞

[hopelessdazai]

✿ 》I'll have you muzzled and caged, ill put you right in your place, you want it.

╰⧼ 🪻 note.. ⧽ ; this was in my drafts for a period . I actually finished it tho so be proud of me ( reblogs appreciated !!! )

╰⧼ ☀️ features.. ⧽ ; beast dazai x gn!reader x beast chuuya ( reader is afab but only a cunt is mentioned ) WC : 1.5k

╰⧼ 🌙 contents.. ⧽ ; smut, petplay, buttplug (but it isnt used), handcuffs, chuuya is soft and dazais a little of a dick, it kinda gets right into it so be warned, actual smut begins after the divider.

“..puppy ears?”

the velvet headband was clutched between your fingers. a gift box on the table in front of you from the boss of the Port mafia. Dazai, your personal trainer. He didn't reply at first, simply smiling down at you - before stepping beside you and taking a layer of crinkled tissue paper off.

“There's a tail in there too.”

and that there was. your eyes caught specifically on the glint of a metal plug on one end. He would pull a stunt like this, you thought. to the side was a bone gag, a crystal white with a pink ribbon to tie around your head. shit, and there's matching handcuffs? How much was in here? You look up at him for a moment, your mind reeling.

he'd said you worked like a dog before this, but wasn't this a little self indulgent?

“..is this a joke?” You look up at him. wishing for some resemblance he was holding back a laugh. hoping this was some gag to mock you, that you don't have to actually wear these things. but there was nothing but a smile.

“a joke? I don't think so.” he hummed, taking the headband out of your hands and gently placing it into your hair. “I picked colours that would suit you, you know? it'd be a shame if you were to waste my money and not make use of them.”

you scoff, picking out the tail and holding it idly in your hands. It was soft. nothing you would've been into, nor what you'd wear for your boss when you're in the damn mafia. and for a moment you found yourself wondering if quitting without a notice was allowed here.

“I can help you put everything on.”

a laugh escapes your throat, one which you couldn't stop the bubble from popping. He had to be kidding, there was just no way someone like him had the nerve.

But he wasn't laughing, he wasn't even smiling anymore.

shit, he was serious.

“I discussed it with chuuya beforehand,” He begins, walking around the desk to sit himself down, one leg crossing over the other. “He wishes to see you in the getup too, if you don't mind.”

“This wasn't in my contract.” You frown, placing the tail on the table - the plug end making a small clatter. “When i signed up to work here, there wasn't anywhere that said I needed to prance around in sex wear.”

“Did you not read the fine print?”

there was a fine print?

you hesitate, shaking your head. “I don't see how that matters. this has to be some human rights thing ..” your voice trails as the door to the office opens, familiar ginger hair in your peripheral vision as he strolls over to stand beside you, giving you a smile. you smile back.

“Chuuya, it seems we're having some obedience problems..” Dazai begins, his hands coming to rest in his lap. “the outfit we so carefully chose for them, they refuse to wear. isn't that cruel?..”

You glance at Chuuya, and he looks back for a moment. no words are shared. but there's a mutual understanding of why you might be hesitant - a human response.

Dazai continues, “You've always spoken about wanting a dog, haven't you, chuuya? and you've certainly spoken more than once about wishing how (name) was with us during our sessions.”

Chuuya chokes on his spit, there's a strange silence afterwards.

“..I suppose.” He mumbles, crossing his arms and looking away from the both of you. Dazai stands up, walking around the desk to where you are. His hand rummages in the box for a moment, taking out a collar and clipping it around your neck.

“It suits them. don't you think, chuuya?”

he turns to look at you, mumbling something under his breath as he steps forward to twist the collar to suit your neck better. you mentally thank the fact you're stuck between two people who even each other out, at the least.

Chuuya gently pulls you close by the waist, holding your hands behind your back as he nuzzles himself into the crook of your neck. you feel dazai clip the handcuffs around your wrist, all happens without a word spoken.

The gingers lips encase a small area of your neck, gently sucking as you let out a light whine. you feel dazai slip closer behind you, his hands on your hips and an unmistakable bulge pressed against the curve of your ass.

shit, what have you gotten yourself into?

you would've done more if your hands weren't tied, and if you could do anything but let out a guttural moan as chuuya's tongue collected the slick off your cunt, you're sure you would've asked them to be gentle.

you blinked a hazy eye open, met with dazai's tip smearing precum against your cheek. a smirk on those lying lips of his. bastard. the clasp from the bone gag in your mouth clicked open, dropping to the floor with a thud. It almost made you flinch.

“Now, do you promise to behave?” The brunette hummed, his voice an almost patronising sing-song tone. You felt Chuuya grip your hips from behind, pulling you back onto his face. it prevented you from having any response but a whine. Dazai simply scoffed, slapping your cheek before forcing your lips apart with his thumb ; resting it on your molars. your drool escaping the side of your mouth.

“I expect a response when I speak to you.”

you did try, but with chuuyas tongue deep inside you and with dazai's thumb in your mouth, you could barely even think straight, let alone make any stupid promises.

“you're giving me the silent treatment, hm?.. bad dog ..”

you let out a whine, shortly cut off as the back of your throat was blocked by Dazai's cock. your nose pressed against the bush of pubes he hadn't even bothered to shave. He stayed deep as you gagged and your throat closed around him, your eyes tearing up.

“there we are..” He muttered, gripping the back of your head behind your faux puppy ears, forcing you to take his cock into your mouth as he practically used you as a human fleshlight. you could barely even let out any sound, your airflow practically fully cut off as your throat was rammed full.

chuuya’s thumb swiped your clit, rolling gentle circles that contrasted the brutal pace dazai used your throat in. it was just too much, letting out sounds you didn't even know you were capable of making. drool glossing your lips as tears run down your cheeks. your mascara had to be ruined.

“hah- look at you. pretty little thing .. the sounds you're making now ..” Dazai whispered, a low rumble of a chuckle leaving his throat. “It’s the smartest I've ever heard you be, you know?.. keep making noise for me, just like that..”

the rustle of fabric behind you as chuuya laid himself down under you, gently rubbing circles on your ass as your thighs shake from keeping yourself up.

“sit down f'me. be a good pup.” you hear him mumble. and you can feel his temper grow as you hesitate, dazai tugging on your hair hard enough for you to look up at him, eyes glazed over from tears.

“You were given an order, were you not? sit. down.” you gradually obey, feeling chuuyas mouth enveloping your wet cunt again.

it's too much, everything is too much. dazai’s pace on your throat increases, the gasps leaving his throat become louder. as do the shaky grunts against your clit as chuuya makes lewd slurping sounds, obviously to provoke the room further. you can barely even fucking breathe, the knot in your stomach is so tight. so close.

“swallow.” Dazai mumbles, letting out an involuntary whimper as he buries himself deep in your throat, the bitter taste of his cum of which you had no choice but to swallow down. and you swear you might drown in it, almost blacking out as you cum on chuuyas tongue.

everything is quiet for a while, save for the sound of heavy panting coming from both you and dazai. chuuya crawls out from under you, wiping his mouth from your fluids and leaning back slightly. you can see the wet patch on his slacks, he came untouched from taste alone?

“That's better..” dazai mumbles, pulling his cock out of your mouth and letting go of your hair, not sparing a shred of sympathy as your front half hits the ground. your body stings, the exhaustion hurts. you can't process anything other than chuuyas warmth as he gently tugs you into his lap, your head to his chest with his hand running through your hair.

he's always been gentle with you, anyway.

“well, I think that was a rather productive usage of our time, no? wouldn't you agree, chuuya?” dazai looked down at the pair of you, a smile on his lips. You couldn't speak, your throat hurt. But chuuya pressed a gentle kiss to your temple and nodded.

“I certainly enjoyed it.”

[midnightarcheress]

it wasn't my initial plan but let's go stalker!gaz again <3

cw: nsfw. stalking. obsessive gaz. perv gaz in denial lol. f!reader. part one | part two

Kyle sees you again. it's totally coincidental, of course.

the first time was in the market. he had postponed a grocery run for far too long, and a man can’t live solely on takeout, so he headed to the nearest store. walking down the pavement, he sees the familiar blue logo across the street, the same one from your hoodie, and the image of your pearly smile comes fully into his mind for the first time after the encounter.

he had been too obsessive that day, and a part of him felt disgusted by his behaviour. he’s a good man, a good soldier, not one of the creeps in white vans studying women like a hunter waiting to attack their prey. so he shoved the temptation to search for you in the back of his brain, tucked away in a corner with the rest of his dysfunctional urges.

but the other side, the one he maintains caged when he’s home, kept calling for him, itching for the surface, almost slipping his fingers to his cell phone so he could engage in the pursuit of the sweet little thing that invaded his lustful dreams. a side that he managed to hide until his gaze laid on your form on the frozen food aisle.

you looked just as stunning as he remembered. glossy lips, pretty plush thighs, delicate fingers pushing the shopping cart around. your hair was in a ponytail, easy grab, sports bra neatly holding your soft tits, could be my hands, a small drop of sweat sneaking down your exposed lower back, the mere sight making his cock twitch in his trousers. of course you go to the gym. i can train with you. how about some hip thrusts with you on– no. he can’t be thinking like that again.

he bites back the urge to follow you. or even spark a conversation, to test if you’re good with faces. it would be weird. but then he gets lost in the movements of your hips, in how gorgeous you look slightly bent down at the waist, reaching for a lower shelf and prancing your ass up, in how easy it would be to cause you any harm in that position. wouldn’t even hear me sneaking up with those headphones on. 

the second time was outside of a cafe. he had just ordered a coffee and was waiting by the counter, aimlessly looking out the front window when he saw you, walking out of a bookstore with a big bag. hi, sweetheart. he promptly steps out the door, the barista calling his name fading in the background as he rushes to you. or at least, rushes to a safe distance from you. 

he wishes nothing more than to take the heavy bag from you, interlock his fingers with yours and stroll back to his flat like a perfectly happy couple. he’d even build bookshelves for you. buy you an entire library, if you wanted. make you tea while you read, caress your hair, lazily eat you out for hours, hearing your muffled moans as you try to remain focused– fuck, quit it, Garrick.

but he doesn’t quit. he can’t. not when you’re so beautiful, so easy, so soft. such a good girl. not when he notices some guys eyeing you up on the street and he silently curses the lack of a weapon on his hand. not when you look over your shoulder and don't see him as a threat. do you recognize me, love? not when he finally looks at his surroundings and realises that he’s in his street and that you’re entering the building across from his. 

he takes that discovery as a sign from the universe. it must be fate that you’re so close to me, right? it’s a blessing, a sign from god that his thoughts are justified. the green light he was waiting to reveal the worst part of him, to unleash the demon gnawing at his self-control.

with a few clicks, he finds all of your socials. too easy. some were restricted, some were open, and some barely had content, but he doesn’t mind, the few pictures on your instagram are enough. at another time, he’d teach you about online safety – how there are bad people out in the world who yearn for an easy catch, and how a smart girl like you shouldn’t allow it.

his dick aches in his boxers as he studies every pixel of your photos. he feels it throbbing, leaking, painfully craving for any kind of friction, but he refuses to provide. he knows that once he starts, he would never stop, and the idea of spending his cum on anywhere that isn’t you – your cute little mouth, displayed on your tummy, your warm cunt – is not worthy.

the third time was in a pub. he had finally caught you on your kitchen window, looking a little too dressed up to be staying at home and downing what seemed like a shot of vodka. so, when you stepped on the sidewalk, he knew he had to follow you. pretty girl going out at night? alone? not on my watch.

the bar is a couple blocks from where you live, known for being filled with college students. very different from his crowd, but he doesn’t care, watching you from afar acts like a remedy for the headache caused by the loud noise of the place. just a peek at your sheer blouse, exposing the lacy bra underneath was sufficient to clear his heart of any cracks. 

but, not everything is perfect, and he immediately tags the face making its way to you. Marcus. just as ugly as in the tiny contact picture he saw. fuck, is she back with him? 

he gets his answer quickly – you push him aside and go back to your friends, chugging the rest of your pint like a lifeline. good girl. the man's left with an open mouth and shocked expression, and Kyle doesn't miss the flash of anger in his eyes. 

the next few minutes are a blur. Marcus stepped out in the back for some fresh air after nearly throwing up due too many drinks, and he didn't notice the guy following him. stupid prick, should've used your brain. 

Kyle re-enters the bar in no time, thumb brushing the edge of the switchblade in his pocket. he admires you in your booth – lips parted in a laugh, locks of hair cascading on your face, and a hazy aura pairing over you. well, aren't we tipsy, sweetheart? good thing i'm here to look over you.

he heads to the counter to get a drink, and he almost jumps when you appear by his side, finishing your tab for the night. your eyes shine when they land on his, brightness shared by your wide grin, “hey, i know you! you're the plane guy!” 

you do recognize me. fate. he gives you a once over, feigning that he doesn't instantly recall your face to hide the excitement bubbling in his chest. like he hasn’t been dreaming about stuffing your pussy with his thick cock and hearing your mewls every night. “yup, that's me.”

“nice seeing you again– oh, are you alright? you got some,” you motion to his forearm, “blood on you.” 

shit. he forgot he needed to clean up after his last activity. his mind scrambles to find an excuse, but a thought pops in his brain and he can't contain the growing bulge in his pants. look at you worried about me, love. such a sweet girl. “it's nothing, i was just a little clumsy,” he brushes off, watching the concern on your face evolve into a timid smile, “you leaving already?” 

“yeah, got an early day tomorrow. shouldn't drink too much,” you answer, putting your jacket back on. he stays glaring at you, mind too blank to form a coherent sentence. alone? this late? drunk? do you even know how many men are lurking outside, waiting for a minor slip-up to rip you open? “so... goodnight, then.” you say, giving the counter one last tap and heading to the door. think fast.

“wait!” he calls out, “you shouldn't go alone, it isn't safe.” your head tilts to the side, and his eyes trail down your pretty neck, just begging to be bitten. focus, Garrick.

“it's just a couple blocks from here, it's alright.” no. no it isn't. don't be stubborn, sweetheart. do you want me to throw you over my shoulder for being a brat? give your pretty ass a slap?

his eyes narrow, but the soft smile on his lips does a damn good job of luring you in – a trick he learned over the years. “may i walk you home then? i'd hate to see something bad happen to a sweet girl like you.”

you ponder for a moment. you shouldn’t accept, he’s still a stranger, and if the alcohol wasn’t fuzzing your brain, you would say no. but his smile is so convincing, the dog tags around his neck are so reassuring of his good intentions that you don’t even notice when you nod. 

he smirks, and the tent between his legs gets even bigger. he’s such a good man. won’t let anything stain your soft, pure flesh. i’ll protect you, sweet girl.

[kazunarisworld]

Lift it up~

Warning: Smut, a little bit of corruption kink if you squint, a dash of voyeurism ig 👀, wrio being a menace, dirty talk, filthy, arranged marriage, fingering.

Pairing: Wriothesley x Afab!reader

Description: Wriothesley catches you reading something scandalous.

Wriothesley never thought he would settle down and get married but somehow life had a funny way of surprising people. Look at life bringing you to him. You were so cute. So innocently fiesty.

It was an arranged marriage. He didn't even really cared much about it until he saw you. You wore the cutest dresses. You would run your sweet little mouth at him with no care. The audacity.

But he found you so cute. It made him want to push you down, swallow your complains and show you your place. Until all you knew was to say his name. All pliant under him.

The wedding was rushed but he made sure everything was to your liking. His estate even going through a renovation before the wedding. He wanted to make you feel comfortable, make you put your guard down... Until he could take you the way he wanted.

And now he had you. Not in an expected way but there you were. Right where he wanted. He has you pinned against the wall. Your face red as you try to defend yourself.

He had caught you. Caught you reading such scandalous novel in his library. You were just asking to be caught at that point. "Who knew my wife was such a naughty little thing? Reading such books.." He trails off looking down at you. He was towering above you. Both his hands against wall, caging your body.

Your hands holding onto your skirt tightly. The embarassment eating you alive. You wished the floor would open up and eat you. "It is nothing! Everyone reads it. It is not only me." You argued helplessly. You weren't lying. Those novels were a hit among the commoners and you had honestly learned about it from a maid. You had bought it with a red face, far too curious for your own good.

Wriothesley chuckles. "What do you like about those books hmm? Does it make you want to experience such pelasure~." He said using one of his hand to pull your chin up.

"Does it make you squirm in your seat? All needy and wet." He says, his voice low. His voice and tone makes your body heat up even more. You don't know if it was because of embarassment or the fact that you feel yourself get more wet than you already were reading the book.

It was not like your husband wasn't attractive after all. He was tall. Strong. Handsome. Not to mention his status in the society. You had everything other women would kill to have. A husband like him. Power. Money. Status. And in your part, it would have been an absolute lie if you said your husband hasn't left you needy and horny.

It would be a lie if you said you hadn't touched yourself to his thoughts~

Wriothesley looks at you with a smug look. He scans you from head to toe licking his lips and he says something that makes your heartbeat stutter.

"Lift your dress up sweetheart."

You look at him dumbfounded. A little surprised at his words. "W-What?" You asked.

"I said lift your dress up." He repeats and you are stuck wondering if he really wants you to do it or whether he was just teasing you. He sighs as he grabs your skirt. "I guess my little wife doesn't understand my words." He says as he pulls up the front of your dress, up to your waist. "Lift it up." He says.

With a trembling hand you do as you are told. Holding the front of your skirt up. Exposing your legs and lower region. Only your undergarment covering your womanhood which was dripping by now.

He grins as he looks at you, humming in satisfaction. "Aren't you just cute?" He says dragging one of his hand up your thigh, leaning him body close to you.

"Always wearing your cute dresses, prancing around me, running your mouth and now... Reading such scandalous novels~ What would others say if they knew what kind of books the prim and proper lady Y/N reads in her husband's library? How the prim and proper Y/N gets all wet just because of a book?" He taunts.

His fingers run across your clothed sex making you shiver, some of your wetness getting on his fingers as it seeped through the thin fabric of your panties.

"Do you like it Y/N? Do you want me to touch you? Hmm did I leave my little wife too depraved that she felt the need to read such books?" He asks, his tone full of pride.

"Answer me love." His voice is stern making you whine when his hand pushes your panties aside, his finger running down your wet fold.

"W-Wrio not here! Please someone will come." You begged, your face red. You wanted him to stop but also at the same time you wanted him to carry on. You wanted his fingers to slip inside.

He chuckles as he presses a finger inside you making you let out a broken moan. "Don't worry love. No one will come in. They should know to leave us alone when we are together." He said.

'But you can't be sure of that!' You want to argue but you can't even say anything except moan when he slips his finger inside you. Your wetness coating his finger.

"So wet~ Come on sing for me sweetheart." He cooes as he adds another finger curling them up just right. Your knees shake and your thighs tremble as he fucks you his fingers.

You helplessly grab onto his shoulder with one of your hand whining, another hand still holding your dress up. His fingers so long and thich reaching just the right place. Places your small and inexperienced hands couldn't.

Your walls clamp down around his fingers as you moan. Letting go of any shame you felt. His palm grazing your clit, sensitive and puffy, whenever he moves his fingers.

"There you go. Such a little needy wife I have. You have been wanting this haven't you?" He teases as moves his fingers in a perfect rhythm. The pleasure and sensitivity you feel making you clench your thighs around his hand.

"Oh no no love. You have you keep them open. How can I please you if you don't do that?"

Trembling, you unclench your thighs making him smirk. Your slick running down your thighs and some of it dripping down his hand from his fingers.

"Cum for me sweetheart. Let go. Show me how good I am making you feel." He says in a low voice.

When you do cum, you are stumbling towards him. Feeling as if your world came crashing down in such a pleasurable way with his fingers curling up inside you just the way you like it.

He smiles satisfied as he holds you up with his large arms. Helping you stand on your feet as he pulls his fingers out. A whine escaping your mouth at how empty you suddenly feel.

You watch as he brings his fingers up to his mouth and licking it, his eyes looking straight at you as he did so. It made your face go even redder. How could he be so... so ... so dirty.

"You taste good sweetheart. Just as I expected." He smirks as he 'fixes' your dress slightly.

"Thanks for the treat my dear wife." He says as he walks away with a wink, leaving you standing there, your body slightly trembling.

For a minute you wonder if everything that happened up until now was just a daydream you conjured up. But the slick that drips down your thighs and the way your cunt aches, still feeling the way his fingers had curled inside you was evidence that what actually happened had happened.

[wittlesissyb4by]

“Jesus…look at you. Look at how far you’ ve fallen. You went from spitting on me, calling me names, and beating my ass, to spitting on my dick, telling me what a fag you are, and spreading that ass for me to fuck it.

Quite the turnaround I’d say. School bully becomes sissy baby bitch.

Do you like being a little fag for me? Nod your fucking head! You’ve come a long way, but we still have work to do. You’re enjoying your diapers way too much. I hear you crinkling and humping in your crib at night, so tomorrow your little dick is going in a chastity cage.

You also aren’t swaying your hips as much as you should when you’re crawling around, that’s gonna change. And you need to work on your voice more. There’s too much bass left in it. You would think prancing around in pampers and dresses would evaporate any shred of masculinity you have left, but I guess we’ll just have to up your hypnosis and hormone treatments, won’t we?

Give me that fucking binky. Hahaha, look how you’re already drooling like a big, dumb, baby bimbo! Open that mouth! Wider. Wider! Stick out your tongue! Beg me to let you suck on something else!

DID I SAY YOU COULD PUT YOUR TONGUE BACK IN YOUR MOUTH??

Stick it out! Keep it out! Drool all over yourself like the fucking bimbo whore you are while you beg to suck my big, fat cock!

That’s better.

*unzips*

You have two minutes to make me cum, otherwise you’re getting another trip over my knee and two sizes up on your plug! Get to it, sissy bitch! I wanna hear you moaning with that dick in your mouth!”

[moon7jay]

i have big boobs and i just feel like heeseung a boob guy ( just feeding into my delusions ) like he’s OBSESSED with tits he constantly needs to be sucking, touching, looking or even fucking tits. if he isn’t able to do any of those things he becomes a whiny mess:( begging you to let him do something to your gorgeous big tits i also lowkey feel like he like to show his partner off so he would make them wear something that shows there boobs off letting everyone know that there his.

i might have went insane…….. can i be ⚫️anon?

Yes ofc ⚫ anon, here u go!

MINORS DNI

Let me tell u that hee IS definitely a boob guy, I just feel like he would go cross eyed if you wore anything with a deep neckline around him, just straight up drooling. It's like his thoughts are limited when your tits are in his line of vision- suck or fuck.

And don't get me wrong, not only in a sexual manner, he would also be obsessed with your boobs in a literal manner, hands always under your top, just squeezing on them, like a form of stress relief.

He had a bad day? Best believe he's gonna be nuzzling his face In those titties, arms around your waist while he rants to u about his day. There's not a better place to die to him than in between your tits.

But he's also a horny man and you are a carefree girl just prancing around your apartment without a bra on, not noticing how your boyfriend's eyes are laser focused on them beauties, his mind not registering a single word jake is telling him on the phone, quickly hanging up on him to rush to your side. Caging you against the kitchen counter, hands already kneading your boobs, dick rock hard and throbbing in his sweats as he tells you how bad he needs u to give him a titty fuck.

You know how needy he gets for you and u always use it to your advantage, getting him to do things which he won't do in normal situations

"Will u let me tie u up? " U ask him, smiling triumphantly at the way his eyes track the necklace with his initial sitting so prettily between your cleavage it makes him groan out loud

"Anything, do anything with me darling"

And u do. Tying him up and edging him till he's a whiny mess, just rubbing your tits against his dick, giving him enough friction to make him leak precum but not enough to cum.

You run his swollen cockhead on your pebbled nipples and then take your own nipple into your mouth, just moaning around it, all the while maintaining eye contact with his desperate lust blown eyes

"U wish u could do that huh baby?" u giggle as he nods vigorously

"u have no fucking idea"

When tears start falling from his eyes with how good his cock feels being fucked by your plush tits, you finally decide to give him much needed relief and squeeze your tits tighter, lubricating your cleavage with your saliva, making it extra wet and messy for him.

And when u lick his cum off of your chest with your fingers after he busts a nut on you, he swears he sees heaven. The initial of his name around your neck covered in his cum makes him feel like a caveman.

Possessiveness wise too, he acts like a caveman tho. Will never control what u wear but if u decide to flaunt your curves and cleavage while y'all are out, u bet that heeseung's territorial hand around your waist ain't going nowhere the entire night. His 6 feet long figure hovering over you, feeling proud that u are his, never afraid to show you off but eyeing down every eye that rests more than a few seconds on u.

You definitely are in good hands. Your boobs too.

[sadhours]

Pervy Billy please 🤤🤤🤤

okay okay, here’s a teaser of my upcoming series stuck in the middle with you

billy hargrove x pamela oc!mayfield

cw: 18+ minors dni, perv!billy, stepcest, psuedocest, teasing, groping, dry humping and masturbation

🎀🤍🚬🍦

It’s like the little bitch does it on purpose. Those shorts can barely be classified as such, they’re practically just underwear and she’s prancing around the house like she’s trying to get a rise out of Billy. It’s making him pretty damn bricked up, just trying to enjoy his fucking bowl of Wheaties.

They’re alone. Neil and Susan shopping, like they do most Saturday mornings and Billy’s got no idea where Max is nor does he care. Pamela is doing her chores, pale blonde hair bouncing whenever she reaches down to grab miscellaneous clutter. Thanks to the motion, he also notices she’s not wearing a bra; breasts swaying under her thin cotton shirt. God, her legs are long, he thinks as he skates his eyes up and down them.

Billy’s aware he’s staring. Part of him thinks Pamela wants him to. He shovels another spoonful of cereal in his mouth before dropping the bowl in the sink for Pamela to clean. It’s her chore after all.

He’s got his own chores. Lists them off in his head; fix the leaky faucet in the bathroom, organize the garage, mow the lawn, wack all the weeds and take out the garbage. They can wait, he decides as he keeps his place in the kitchen and watches as his step sister continues on with her chores. Chews on his lip as she uses the scrunchie on her wrist to tie her hair up in a bun. She starts by cleaning off the counters, putting everything back in its place before she takes her place at the sink. A smirk spreads across his lips and he crowds behind her, places his hands on the counter to cage her in.

Pamela tilts her head, doesn’t look at him but exposes her neck like she’s expecting something. Billy takes these movements slow and calculated. He doesn’t want to scare her off, but then again, he’s sure Pamela is playing the same game he is. He laughs, soft as he towers over her. His breath fans over her neck and Pamela’s skin pricks with goosebumps as she wets the sponge. Squirts dish liquid on it before she finally speaks up, “Can I help you?”

Billy purses his lips, closes the gap between Pamela’s ass and his crotch as he tells her, “Just making sure you’re doing a good job is all.”

She snorts but continues cleaning the dishes and maybe Billy’s imagining it but he thinks he feels her push her ass back against him. So he grabs her waist, holds her steady and presses his lips against her exposed neck. It’s not a kiss. Just to feel her warm skin. Rolls his hips slow, testing before moving his hands to feel up her sides. Swooping forward and cupping her breasts in his palms.

He kneads them in his hands, shamelessly rolling his hips and Pamela elicits the prettiest little sound. A moan if Billy’s not mistaken and it makes him greedy. Slams his hips forward, grinding against her ass in those tiny shorts while he gropes at her tits. Pamela drops the silverware and sponge, gripping onto the edge of the counter as she pants.

“See what you’re doing to me?” Billy asks against her ear, rocking his hips forward again. Making sure she can feel the way his cocks hard in his basketball shorts. “Walking around in that shit… dressed like a fucking slut,” he pants, “Tryna get my attention, huh?”

“Billy,” she gasps, a whine of a thing.

He pulls her top up, just enough to expose her tits and gets his hands back on them. Pinches her nipples, rutting against her like the pathetic little perv he is.

“Billy.. we— ah, we can’t,” he babbles out, but she’s still grinding back against him.

“We can’t what?” he grunts out, nose bushing against her temple.

“Do this,” Pamela replies, hands moving to reach for his wrists. “It’s wrong.”

Billy knows it’s wrong. That’s part of why he can’t stop thinking about her like this.

But she’s right. This was probably far enough. He pulls away, looks down at her as she turns. Her pretty face all flushed. And he acts kind of like a child, stomping away to his room and slamming his door. Just to lean against it and shove his shorts down, get his cock out and wrap his hand around it.

“Fuck,” he whines, closing his eyes and imagines his step sister on her knees in front of him. “Oh, you slut,” he whispers, lips twisting up as he plays out this fantasy. Fucks his fist hard and fast, cumming with her name on his lips.

[fetishfairytales2]

Besties 5 (Story)

This was originally written as a continuation of a story by @wittlesissyb4by called Besties. Check out all their fantastic stories on Tumblr and SubscribeStar.

————— Besties 5: Nursery Naughtiness

God, Brandon was being such a little bitch, dragging his sissy self into his former bedroom with tears in his eyes. Honestly, this just proves how clueless men are. He knows we're going to do whatever we wanted to him and he'd still try to resist. What a dumb ass. But my irritation melted away as Heather strutted out of the closet, looking hot as hell. She was wearing nothing but a smile and some red heels!

"So, what do ya think?" Heather asked, flashing a wicked smile. Damn, she was killing it! Heather was practically glowing. Her tits were on point, and her waist? Like, whoa, so tiny and smokin'. She did a little spin to show off her tight little ass and playfully stuck her tongue out. "Mhmm, check you out!" I playfully joked.

Even Brandon couldn't resist taking a peek Heather, and that's saying something considering his itty bitty caged clitty! His face was a mix of humiliation and pain, and I couldn't hold back my laughter at his torture. Heather and I exchanged a knowing smirk, loving her complete control over him. "Oh, it looks like daddy's in for an goid night," I taunted, playfully messing up Brandon's hair. "Does someone else like what they see too, Sissy?"

Oh my god, Connor is going to be drooling when he sees you, Heather!" I playfully nudged her and let out a squeal. She was staring at her suffering sissy and I could see the pure joy in Heather's eyes as she started to mess with him again. "Don't worry, babe," she said with a smirk, strutting towards him. She took his face in her hands and stared into his eyes. "I'm sure Ms. Lyndsey will keep you entertained while I'm gone..." She taunted with a slow, seductive grin, before finally releasing him.

"Aww, is the little sissy baby blushing? How pathetic!" I couldn't help but laugh at Brandi’s embarrassment. "And don't think I'm gonna show off my goodies to just anyone," Heather added, disappearing in her closet. She sashayed out a few seconds later, wearing a tiny black trench coat that barely covered her butt. "So don’t be jealous sweetie!” She giggled, blowing Brandon a kiss. “Only Connor whenever he wants and you when I let you"

While Heather pranced off to fix her makeup, she suddenly perked up. "OMG!" she squealed. "Cruciex!" Just like that, Brandon became stiff as a board and started walking towards us. "What's that one do?" I asked, watching the little sissy make his way across the room. "Oh, it's like, totally genius. It puts him into corner time! He has to stand in the nearest corner with his nose against the wall and keep his mouth shut, no matter what's happening.” All I could do was just stare in amazement at him, all tucked away in the corner like a good little sissy. “This is SO awesome!”

Sorry, I don't have time to give you all our little loser's sissy trigger words and show you around the house," Heather sighed with a disappointed look at her phone's clock. "But don't worry, Brandi will be excited to show you her playroom! If she isn't, we can make her excited about it'" she chuckled, "Oh, and I'll text you the whole list of words to use. And let me tell you, there are so many toys in his nursery. Daddy Connor helped build both the nursery and the playroom, by the way, for our lucky sissy!"

I couldn't help but laugh, while Heather slapped her forehead in that overdramatic way she does. "Duh!" she exclaimed. She started to unclasp the key to Brandi's chastity cage from her neck and handed it to me. "Here, you take this. I have more than enough dick to handle tonight!" Heather couldn't contain her laughter as she adjusted the key, making sure it was nestled between my boobs. "I love wearing it like this, it's a constant reminder to her of what she can see but not touch!"

"Come on," Heather gestured towards the door. "She won't get into any trouble, Brandi's practically a doll at this point!" We walked down the hallway to what I remembered as the guest bedroom door, but now it was painted a soft pink with white accents. I had to smile when I saw the foam letters on the door that spelled out "Sissy's Nursery." Heather just shrugged. "The only people who come over are either people I want to hook up with, people who are here to help me humiliate Princess Pampers, or both!" Always one for dramatic flair, Heather paused for suspense. "Ready?", she swung open the door. "Ta-da!"

My jaw dropped. "Oh my gosh, girl! This is insane!" The nursery walls were painted a soft pink with white accents, and a plush white rug covered the floor. In the corner sat a big toy chest, painted to match the rest of the room, with "Sissy's Toy Box" written on the front. Heather grinned and patted it. "Connor custom-made this for our little sissy 'daughter'," she said, winking at me. "It only took a blowjob from Brandi!" The toy box was packed with all sorts of sissy playthings, including butt plugs, vibrators, rope, and handcuffs! "Oh my gosh, Brandi is so lucky! I didn't get my first vibrator until I was 16! He must have, like, five different dildos!" I cackled, nodding towards the toy chest.

Heather shrugged with a smile, "She have a total of 10, and none of them are under 6 inches for my little slut." As she searched through the toy box, I couldn't help but stare at her backside peeking out from under her coat. Conner was definitely a lucky man. "She's even given each of them a name," she called out, still rummaging. "There's Pinkie, Mr. Biggs, and Mr. Peter, who you've already met..." Then, she popped back up with three massive dildos in her hands. Two were different skin tones and easily over 9 inches in size. "And these two," she stifled a giggle, "are Mr. John and Mr. Jason!"

With a flourish, she presented the third - a black dildo covered with plastic studs. "This is Mr. Charles," she announced, unable to contain her laughter. It was clear that she had just a little too much wine. I caught on quickly and joined in her laughter. "Wait a minute... aren't John and Jason your exes?" Heather confirmed my suspicions with a nod, barely able to keep it together now. "Yes, girl! Every time I get my bitch boy a new toy," she gestured towards the box of sex toys, "I make him name it after one of my past lovers! He has to look at their dick pics, rate their cocks, and tell me which of my ex-boyfriends he would want to fuck him! Then he had to moan their name every time he fucks himself with ‘their cock’!"

This was seriously the best day of my life. I couldn't stop laughing. Finally, this douche of a human was getting what was coming to him and my bestie had embraced her inner mean girl to dish out some much-needed punishment. "But who's Charles?" I inquired, nodding towards the black toy. "Ah, yes!" Heather giggled. "He's Brandi's hot boss. I've been threatening her that I'll sleep with him…again."

Heather flipped a switch on the dildo's base, causing it to vibrate and rotate. "See, that's why I chose this one. Studded and vibrating - messes with the sissy’s head and poor butthole!" I laughed as I watched the toy shake in Heather's hand. "I even make her practice deepthroating it while she moans Charles' name. Just for added fun, sometimes I'll send her off to work with it up her butt," she turned off the toy and proudly held it out for me to examine. "It's hilarious to think that the man whose name she was just moaning is bossing her around all day at the office!"

Heather put away the toys and strolled over to the center of the room where a massive crib sat. Brandon's crib was all pink and white, matching the rest of the room. But it was made out of sturdy wood and had a heavy metal gate on top that looked like it could be locked! "Connor made this one too," Heather said, pointing to the crib. "It's gotta lock to make sure we're not interrupted by a whiny sissy during our playtime!" She winked at me and demonstrated how to latch the metal lid over the top. "Connor insisted on it after Brandi barged into our room one night during 'adult time'. Let's just say he got a good spanking from an annoyed daddy and couldn't sit for a week. After that, Connor built this to keep her temper tantrums under control."

Wow, there was even a pink padlock to sissy in her crib! "Wow, boo, this is so wicked!" I lifted the hinged lid and took a peek. "Holy crap!" Inside were two pink and white pillows in the shape of cocks, stitched with the words 'Sissy Cuck' in sparkly gold! "Gift from my sister to constantly remind Brandi of her place" Heather explained. Next to them was a matching blanket, also embroidered; 'Sissy Cum Slut' in glittery letters. "Also a gift from my sis when I told her about Brandi's new lifestyle," Heather laughed as I picked it up. "Aaanddd...", Heather said with a grin, "just to mess with her a little more, Conner made the bed a tad too small. Brandi can never fully relax in her cute little bed."

I couldn't help but notice how tight and uncomfortable it was in there, and it would only get worse when it's completely shut. "Poor Princess must suffer so much when I lock her up in here with his dirty diapers, and Connor and I get too caught up to let him out. And it's usually for hours at a time! Oops, our bad!" 

I was totally obsessed with the crib and didn't even notice when I accidentally knocked the baby monitor off the nightstand. "Whoops, my bad..." I said, glancing down at the monitor. "Wait, isn't this supposed to be on the other end?" I asked, showing it to Heather. "Oh, you wait, girl," she laughed, taking the monitor from me to check to turn it on before handing it back. "Just give me a minute..."

Heather skipped out of the room and I could hear her voice coming through the baby monitor. "Anti-Cruciex... Princess, you gonna tell Mommy why there's a baby monitor in your room. It's not there for Mommy to hear from her sissy, right?" A long pause followed, probably while Brandon's face turned bright red with embarrassment. "N...no..." he stammered. "Then why's it there, silly Brandi? What exactly is Mommy monitoring?" Heather asked, pretending to be clueless. "M...mommy and daddy..." Brandon whined. "Mommy and Daddy, what, Princess?" Heather pressed, knowing the answer already. "What have you been hearing from your room about what Mommy and Daddy are doing? Use your big girl words," she commanded with a smile in her voice. 

Brandon barely managed to mumble the word "f...fucking." before Heather cut him off. "Good girl, Cruciex," she ordered. "Back in the corner, Princess Piss Panties. Chop chop." Oh this was fucking perfect. I couldn't think of anyone more deserving of this humiliation than Brandon. Moments later, Heather returned to the room, winking at me. "Do you get it now?" she asked, giggling. "You make him listen to you having sex?" I sputtered, still shocked. "That's brutal, girl!"

Heather and I kept exploring the nursery. I couldn't help but notice the huge changing table with straps on all four corners. "Brandi can be a bit squirmish when it's time for a diaper change," Heather mentioned, casually gliding her fingers along the pink leather straps. "And when Connor's feeling extra playful, he likes to turn the changing table towards the crib, strap Brandi down, and make him watch us hook up over the side of the crib!" There was a second diaper pail conveniently attached to the changing table, labeled "extra soiled diapers." Gross.

Heather seemed to know exactly what I was thinking and let out a wicked laugh, saying, "That'e a special kind of punishment for when Brandi is a naughty sissy!" My eyes widened as she explained - she really was all into this. "You know, there are other places besides sissy behinds that a dirty diaper can be taped onto, y'know? Sometimes Brandi needs to 'face' her new life in diapers!" Heather chuckled. “Do you just…” I started to ask, he really did piss her off big time, huh?

“No,” Heather shook her head. “It definitely gets better…or worse I guess if you ask Brandi. Sometimes, when she's been really naughty, I like to take things up a notch. Instead of just making her wear the dirty diaper, I like to feed her the mess." Heather smiled, clearly enjoying explaining herself, proud of how far she’s pushed her loser ex. "Sometimes in life, I guess Brandi just has to eat shit and like it, y’know?” I was doubled over laughing now. I wasn’t sure I would make it through tonight. This was incredible!

As we walked through the tour, something caught my eye that I hadn't noticed before. Oh boy, was I taken aback! I expected all the art to be cutesy, babyish, and sweet. But what I saw in the pictures was anything but. My jaw dropped as I realized that each one was a different kind of kinky. In the biggest frame, poor Brandon was spending what looked like some "quality time with Daddy," if you know what I mean. Heather stood in the background, of the photo, smiling evily as she kept Brandon in place, preventing him from moving. Brandon was completely naked, his hands tied behind his back and a gag in his mouth. Behind him was Connor, holding onto his hips. Brandon's body was tense, and his face showed a mix of terror and humiliation. I could only imagine what Connor was doing to him. "Oh, that one is the night Brandi's sissy cherry got popped," Heather shared following my gaze to the picture.

"I have a whole baby album of Brandi bursting with pictures," Heather continued explaining. "Especially ones featuring her and Daddy, but this one is definitely my top pick! Over there," she gestured to a larger photo above the crib, perfectly placed for everyone in the room to see. In the photo, Heather was on top of Connor, riding him cowgirl-style. Her boobs were out for Brandon to stare at helplessly from his crib. Her body was glistening with sweat and her face was full of pleasure. She had a very obvious smile as she stared into the camera. "That was the first time I fucked Connor," Heather recalled with a gleam in her eye. "The night that little Brandi lost her sweet and submissive girlfriend forever. I want that image to be the first thing she lays eyes on in the morning and the last thing she sees before bedtime!" I couldn't help but notice other photos scattered around the room as I looked around too.

Above the changing table, hung a very candid photograph in a pale pink frame, decorated with images of teddy bears and baby blocks. The glittery letters at the top spelled out "Daddy's Girl." This picture was definitely my favorite so far. In it, Connor had Brandon pinned down over his knee, delivering a stern spanking as Brandon's pink princess pull-ups bunched around his ankles. His bottom was covered in angry red handprints, and drool dripped down his chin. If Brandon's face wasn't buried balls-deep on Connor's dick, I'm sure we would see the face of a very sorry sissy baby. 

Heather exclaimed, pointing at the photo. "That's Connor's favorite method of spanking Brandi! He'll keep going until she can make him cum down her throat! It's hilarious when Connor makes her count each spank while his dick is buried deep in poor Brandi's mouth." She even mimicked the gagged blowjob, making sounds like "Unnn... Toww... Phreeeww..." She giggled, as if she had a mouthful herself! 

[robinette-green]

Late Night Day Dreams Chapter 8: Angel <- Human Version

My Fallen Angel

(Automaton Moon Version)

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Moonlight trickled through the leaves, illuminating the dark forest path. In the distance, you could see glimpses of glittering lights shining bright and playfully through the trees. The sounds of chattering people were slowly growing in volume as I walked down the dirt path, pebbles crunching underfoot as I neared the circus.

Normally, I avoided this kind of thing, the sounds and smells bringing up memories of the past, but this show was one I wouldn't miss for the world.

The smells of popcorn and cotton candy filled my nose as I paid the little automaton running the stand at the gate for my ticket and joined the bustling crowd, making their way towards large red and white striped tent.

The performers were a mix of humans and automatons, a healthy mix of life the likes of which you couldn’t find anywhere else.

Acrobats were riding towering unicycles through the people, clowns were doing tricks and telling jokes, the strong man was lifting a woman seated in a chair above his head, and the animal tamer was letting patrons pet one of the decorated horses.

A few cages with show animals had been placed at the edge of the clearing. Gentlemen in their top hats and ladies in their bustled skits were peering in at the robotic lions and tigers, marveling at the deadly mechanical beasts that would soon be performing.

Everything was set in place to excite the crowd for the show they were about to see, but I wasn't interested in any of them.

Letting the bustling crowd push me along, I entered the colorful tent.

Sparkling lights cross-crossed high above us, seemingly draped on every surface, illuminating the three rings on the floor in the middle of the tent and the platforms near the top of the tent polls. In this space, the crowd spoke in hushed voices, in awe of the grandeur, excited for the show about to begin.

I sat on one of the many wooden benches, choosing one near the back of the tent, higher than the rest of the crowd. From here, I would have the best view of the acrobats when they started their performance. I wanted to be able to see them clearly.

He would be performing.

The lights dimmed, becoming small spots of color in the dark, and the crowd quieted, whispering to one another gleefully as the show began.

A spotlight flashed on, revealing the ringmaster. Towering top hat perched atop his head, dressed in a brightly colored tailcoat, he spread his arms wide, welcoming all to the circus!

As each act entered a ring, he would loudly announce them, voice ringing through the tent over the oohs and ahhs of the crowd.

Horses pranced around the rings' outer edges, and clockwork women in sparkling outfits stood on their backs, doing tricks.

Mechanical lions and tigers stood on hind legs and roared, breathing fire for the crowd, causing some guests to scream in fear and delight.

A knife thrower expertly threw knives at a spinning board, missing the woman who had been chained to its surface by inches.

The automaton magician escaped from a locked safe at the bottom of a glass tank filled with water.

Strong men, clowns, a bearded lady, a snake man, and so much more to delight and astound.

I sat patiently through all of it, only half-heartedly paying attention.

When the spotlight focused on the platform high above the crowd, I moved to the edge of my seat, leaning forward to try and get a better look.

There he was, Moon. It'd been years since I'd last seen him. He stood on that little platform, dressed in a midnight blue costume covered in glitter, a grin on his face, arms outstretched as he beamed at the crowd below him.

He looked the same as he always had, an automaton with a round head and long thin limbs. A loving hand had crafted him with care.

Made from blue and white metals, he stood 7 feet tall, towering over almost any human. A crescent moon adorned half his face while the other half was left in a deep blue shadow.

Moon and his partners, both humans and automatons swung through the air, soaring with ease and grace above the ground. One would leap, and another would catch them before flinging the first back across the tent to be caught once more. It was mesmerizing to watch.

I was glad that he could still perform, and clearly still loved performing even without me up there with him.

Flying through the air, getting ready for another leap, Moon caught sight of me. Our eyes met, and the smile fell from his face, his glowing eyes able to see me even from this distance.

He flew through the air, reaching out to grab the hands of the person on the other side, but his fingers slipped. Had the person on the other areal swing not caught him, he would have plummeted to the ground.

No one in the crowd seemed to notice the near tragedy they had just witnessed.

The act ended without further incident.

I'd seen what I'd come to see.

And he'd seen me.

I got up and inched through the seats, making my way to the exit even as the rest of the show continued. The last thing I wanted was for Lucien to find me, and I knew he'd come looking. I'd only wanted to get a glimpse of his face.

Through the heavy tent flap and out into the grounds, I paused, taking a deep breath, letting the cool night air fill my lungs.

Maybe I shouldn't have come.

"Angel!"

I flinched, then turned.

Still in full costume but disheveled, Moon was trotting towards me, his blue eyes glowing in the dark.

Angel. That took me back.

Moon had always said that seeing me flying through that air as we performed was like seeing an angel soaring through the tent, glowing in the lights.

Back then, he'd sometimes whisper the nickname into my ear when he wanted to convince me to do something for him. The steam from his body hot against my neck, hands loosely on my waist, a roguish smile playing on his lips-

Shaking my head, I brought myself back to reality and turned away. I shouldn't have come.

"Wait! Please-"Moon grabbed my hand, reaching me before I could escape.

"Please, spare me a moment. I… I missed you. Why did you leave?"

I couldn't meet his eyes.

"I couldn't perform anymore. What was the use in staying?"

I'd been dropped.

Performing with one of the new additions to the aerial team, they'd let me go too soon, and I'd been sent flying into the tent wall. Luckily, I only suffered a few broken bones, but my injuries were severe enough that I could never perform in the air again.

"You could have stayed and helped with the animals, or the magician could have taken you as an assistant. You didn't have to leave."

Maybe I could have stayed, but not when I knew that being grounded meant I'd lost any chance of winning Moon's affections. He was charming and funny; everyone had their eyes on him. On the ground, out of his sight, he'd never choose me over someone else. Not when I couldn't be his angel. I'd left before my heart was inevitably broken.

I couldn't bring myself to look at him, my chest tight as he squeezed my hand.

I shouldn't have come.

"You could have stayed for me."

Those words made me look up, my eyes finally meeting his.

"I thought I was making it obvious how I felt about you, but… maybe I should have been more direct." He said softly, with a sheepish smile and a pleading look in his eyes.

A blush rushed to my cheeks, face suddenly hot as his words settled in my mind.

Slowly, he pulled me closer. His other arm wrapped around my waist as I was pulled against his firm chest.

The colors from the string lights were sparkling in the air around us as we stood in the deserted circus grounds. From where we were, we could hear the muffled voice of the ringmaster inside the tent, followed by cheers and laughter from the crowd.

"I fell in love with you the first time I ever saw you laugh, dearest. I've loved you all this time, and I should have told you a long time ago. Even if you can't fly, love, you will always be my angel."

My heart was in my throat, making it hard to breathe, my face on fire as I heard the words I'd longed to hear.

He loved me. It didn't matter that I was broken, that my wings had been clipped, and that I was forced to stay on the ground instead of flying through the sky where I belonged. He still loved me.

"Won't you come back to me?" He murmured, ducking his head to bring our faces closer, his lips so close to mine.

"Yes." I breathed, and he closed the distance, pressing his lips to mine.



[visforvengeance]

Sour switchblade

Requested by: no one<3

Notes: Hi! So i've been seeing a lot of perv!eddie and I fucking love it. If you've seen fleabag, she questioned whether she was a pervert or not? and that made me question my entire existence. but anywho. I decided to join the crowd with this one and I hope I did it justice. Thank you for reading!

Summary: Eddie finds himself in a sticky situation as his sexual fantasy unfolds before him.

Warnings: cursing, somnophilia (mentioned), fucking minors dni, perv!eddie, cursing, unprotected p in v intercourse, dry humping, cum eating, oral (f and m receiving), degradation kink, dom!reader, female anatomy. I think that's it. If there's something I haven't tagged, please let me know!

Elita - Sour switchblade

You sat with Eddie as he practiced with his band, he was explaining how the tuning pegs worked. But, you weren’t listening. Instead, you were watching the way his fingers moved. You never noticed your attraction to hands until you caught yourself staring at Eddie’s. His fingers were long and slender, but still thick enough that he could make you cum if he tried. Your attraction to your best friend started at the beginning of your sophomore year. He was still the puny little punk kid that you’d known most of your life. But, when he started growing his hair out and dressing the way he did, something in you snapped. 

You began plotting when you realized the effect you had on boys in school. You weren’t exactly popular but the boys were swarming. And, you knew Eddie well enough to know that he found you some kind of attractive, too. So, he didn’t question when you pranced around in clothes too tight or too short. He loved it, in fact. You pretended not to notice when he’d stare at your thighs under your skirt or your breasts that spilled out of your top when you leaned over something. He wanted you like you wanted him, but you figured you’d have to force him out of his cage.

You played him well, acting like you were some innocent bimbo. He always fell into your trap whenever you gave him your best doe eyes, one look at your glossed lips and he was done for. He was used to your touchy nature, how you were practically glued to his skin, he didn’t mind it. He loved it until he was in a mood and he couldn’t handle how your scent rendered him useless. You reveled in how pathetic he was for you.

You loved Eddie and his interest, but you were so fucking bored. He hadn’t paid attention to you the entire time you’d been here. You got closer to his ear and began whispering to him, “I don’t feel so good, Eddie. Can we please go home?” He didn’t question how you were suddenly feeling ill, but he agreed to take you home. He mentioned to the rest of the band that it was time to call it a night. He didn’t waste any time packing up his equipment and dragging you to his van.

You rolled down the window and took off your (his) jacket and sighed, “aren’t you hot, Eds?” you questioned. He shrugged, looking over at you for a brief second. His eyes went straight to your tits, they were practically glistening with sweat, like in one of those porn movies he had stashed under his bed. He had a collection of them with girls that looked like you, with the same hair type, skin color, and body shape. Obviously, they weren’t you, but they did the job when his mind couldn’t. 

“I’m fine,” he stuttered. Your eyes squinted as you stared at the side of his face, he was so fucking easy. As he drove, you stared out of the window, watching the trees blur into nothingness. You wondered what it would be like the first time you fuck. Because of Eddie’s status as the neighborhood freak, you imagine he wouldn’t have much experience, the closest he’d ever gotten to seeing a pussy was when you’d lounge around in your panties. He’d probably cream his pants the second you touch him, you were wet at the thought.

When he pulled into your driveway, you rushed into your home, leaving the door open for Eddie as he was hot on your tail. You practically tore your clothes off, not caring that you were giving Eddie a full view of your mostly naked body. While you were rummaging through your closet for one of his shirts that he’d left behind, Eddie had rid himself of his shoes. Searching through your drawers for a pair of sweats, he came across one of your toys. He froze at the sight of it, he thought about what you looked like when you used it. Or how often you did or if you ever even used it at all. He shook his head and resumed his search. You plopped down on your bed, waiting for him to join you. You stared at him while he was putting on his clothes, you admired the tattoos scattered across his body. You were with him when he got his first one, you thought about it when you touched yourself for like a week straight.

You pulled him onto your bed, entangling yourself with him. “You aren’t really sick, are you?” he questioned. You giggled as you look up at him, “no. I just wanted to be alone with you. Is that such a crime?” He shook his head, holding you closer to him. “Do you want to watch a movie? Your choice,” you said as you got up from your position. He watched as you bent over to look at the bookshelf below your tv. He saw the ivory-colored underwear you wore. He couldn’t stop staring at the way your ass looked in them.

“Eds?” you called out to him. When you turned to look back at him, he tried so hard to hide the fact that he was staring at your ass. “Y-yeah, um, you can choose.” You shrugged and went back to choosing a movie, settling on The Shining. You figured it’d be enough to get Eddie in the mood for what you had planned. You popped it in and got back in bed with Eddie, you both sat up against your headboard for a better view.

You were about an hour into the movie when Lia Beldam rose out of the bathtub naked. You listened as Eddie’s breath quickened, you looked over at him, placing your hand on his thigh. “Are you okay, Eddie?” you asked. He nearly froze when he realized where your hand was placed, he hoped you didn’t feel his semi-hard cock in his sweats--you did. He let out a shaky breath, “yeah, I’m fine. It’s just getting a little stuffy in here”, he jumped up and walked around your bed to the window, “can I open it?” You nodded and he wasted no time opening it, he stood there for a second allowing the cool night air to wash over him.

He didn’t know how he was going to get himself to calm down. He was fine up until just now and he knew he’d be fucked once he turned around. But, he did anyway. It was dark and he hoped you wouldn’t notice the bulge he was sporting. He climbed back into bed and hurried to cover himself up with your cover. You decided it was time to lie down. You scooted lower on the bed and placed your head in Eddie’s lap. He practically jumped out of his skin once you did. You sat up, looking at him, “Eds, are you sure you’re okay? You’ve seen this movie a thousand times, you can’t be that scared of it.” 

He looked at you with wide eyes, “yeah. I’m just not feeling too good right now.” You nodded and sat on top of him, your thighs on both sides of his. “Or maybe it’s because of the boner you’re trying to hide.” His breath was uneven and forced, he felt like he was going to die. “Tell me, Edward, what turned you on. Was it the movie?” He just stared at you, unable to speak. “Come on, Eddie. Be a big boy and use your words.”

You caressed his arms with your hands, getting closer to him. You looked at him, devilishly. “It’s you”, he whispered. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“It’s you,” he paused, “that turned me on.”

You laughed at his face, if only he could see himself right now. “I know, silly.” He furrowed his brows, “what? You think I don’t notice when you're staring at my tits? Or how whenever you visit, my underwear gets stolen?” You stroked his hair and ground yourself against him, causing him to whimper. “I’ve seen the pictures you took of me when I was asleep. I can feel it when you stick your hand between my legs, so you can slip yourself between my folds and leave a mess in my panties. I’m not stupid, Eddie.” 

You grabbed his hand and placed it under your shirt, encouraging him to touch you. “Have you ever questioned why I dressed the way I did or acted the way I did around you? I throw myself at you every day and you’re too stupid to notice, aren’t you, baby?” you gripped his face, making him look at you. He was nothing but a whimpering mess beneath you, you grew wetter by the moment.

You took off your shirt, throwing it on the floor. His eyes immediately went to your chest, fondling your breasts as he stared. You removed yourself from him, standing beside the bed and slipping off your underwear. “Take off your clothes,” you demanded. You slipped your hand between your thighs, touching yourself as he did so. You collected some of your wetness on your fingers and motioned for him to come closer. He moved until there was hardly any space between the two of you. You forced your fingers into his mouth, causing him to moan at the taste of you. He shut his eyes, squeezing them tightly as he sucked on them. 

“Do I taste good, Eddie boy?” you cooed, taking your fingers out of his mouth and placing them in your own. You lie down on your back, spreading your legs. You looked up at him, “I want you to eat me out. If you can make me cum, then I’ll let you fuck me.” He kneeled between your legs, “what happens if I don’t?” You propped yourself up on your elbows and licked your lips as you look at his erection. “I’ll tell all your friends just how much of a freak you really are, Munson. Eat up,” you exclaimed as you plopped back onto your bed.

He marveled at your pussy, examining it. “Fuck, Eddie, I’m not a doll. Have you learned nothing from those pornos under your bed?” He gasped and started to apologize, “don’t apologize. Just eat.” He let his tongue explore, paying close attention to what made you moan. When his tongue brushed against your clit, you let out a soft moan, bucking your hips into the air. So, he continued licking there. His lips closed around it, sucking it into his mouth, causing your body to tremble against him. He experimented more as he stuck his tongue inside your weeping hole, leaving his nose to bump against your clit.

Your hands flew to his hair, gripping at it. It caused him to moan, he couldn’t contain himself as he humped your bed, craving some friction. He gripped your thighs and continued eating like a madman. They began to shake around his head and your moaning got louder, profanities flew from your mouth as you cried for God. Eddie lapped up the cum that was seeping out of you, he was so pussy drunk, that he couldn’t prevent himself from spilling on your sheets. He moaned into your pussy, the vibrations could’ve made you cum again, but you pushed him off of you. 

You propped yourself up again, looking down at him. “Did you just cum from eating me out?” He kneeled on your bed, looking at the mess he made, nodding. You giggled as you sat up completely. “You’re a fucking loser, you know that?” You were full-on laughing now. “So pathetic,” you mumbled while pulling him close to you. You kissed him, feverishly. Your taste mixed with his, it made you woozy. 

You flipped, pushing him on his back. “I’m not done with you, Eddie. You still have to fuck me,” you shrugged. His softened cock was semi-hard again at the idea of finally being able to fuck you. You pumped him to full hardness, leaning down to take him into your mouth. You licked off the cum from earlier and sucked on his balls. When he was all clean, you spat on it and continued stroking. When you looked up at him, his eyes were rolling to the back of his head. He had been dreaming about this moment for months.

You positioned yourself above him, sinking down slowly, making his toes curl. You didn’t give him a break as you began riding him. His hands flew to your tits, groping them and playing with your hardened nipples. “God, fuck-”, he threw his head back at the feeling of you clenching around him. “How many times have you dreamt of fucking me?” you teased. “Hundreds, thousands. Shit, I don’t know.” You slowed your movements, almost as if you were stopping. He groaned, “please, baby. Don’t-” you furrowed your brows. “Don’t what, Eds?” He let out a frustrated sigh. “Please, don’t fucking stop,” he whined.

“Since you begged so nicely, I’ll give you whatever you want.” You picked up your pace. You were chasing your own orgasm now, Eddie realized when he saw your face. Your eyes were screwed shut and your panting was getting out of control, he swore he was in heaven while he watched your tits bounce. Your orgasm came crashing down on you which caused you to slow down, Eddie used whatever strength he could muster and fucked you through it. His came shortly after, it left him spasming inside you. You were still settled on top of him, you looked at him as he bathed in the afterglow of his orgasm. 

“Was it everything you hoped it’d be?” you questioned as you kissed all over his face and neck. He chuckled, “it was way more than that.” Your lips finally found his. You kissed him passionately. You both realized that this was a turning point in your relationship, possibly for the better. 

As you laid with him, you thought back on the times you’d seen Eddie creeping around your room. He wasn’t always alone, Steve Harrington was apart of it too.

“Do you think we should invite Steve next time?”

[spacedoutman]

if you do requests, could write a one shot where Gene or Velvet put's a tired ridden and stressed out Paul to bed by either cleaning up the place, talking to him plus doing the things he didn't or putting him to bed by making love to him eventually soothing and destress him causing him to fall asleep in there arms, please?

You have no idea how excited I was to get this~~<3

I hope you enjoy the fanfiction as much as I did writing it! Thank you so much for making a request!

⚜Kiss X Never too young to die ֶָ֢ ♥ Velvet von ragnar x Paul Stanley ֶָ֢ No warnings for this fic⚜

“How come I never see you without makeup?”

It took a lifetime of strength to choke the words from his throat. She turned around like it was a dance. A wide grin spread across her hot pink lips.. oh how bright they were. The darkness around them died. Paul took a long, deep breath. He clutched his elbow. Her piercing gaze sent his to the floor.

“Dear.” Velvet sauntered over, her blood red corset shining like silver in the moonlight. “No need to ask such questions.”

Her light, sugar-coated voice sent chills spiraling down his spine. He grasped his spinning head and smiled brightly. Her fingers slithered around his face. She lifted his chin. Her touch shot fireworks through his veins. His heart sparked. His eyes shot down and away quickly.

“Velvet-”

“It isn’t Velvet, sweetheart.” She said in a playfully mocking voice. Like he was a baby. Paul frowned. “It’s mistress.”

His lips pinched. How could she say that? Even her voice grated him a bit. “.. Why aren’t you around more often?” He backed up.

“We all have to work-”

“But you could at least give me a call.” He forced firmness into his voice. “.. Please?”

A wide grin curled across her lips. Her dull eyes stuck to his like a magnet. “Why, sure. Sweetie. I’ll give you a call.” She pat his shoulder. Her feathery jet coat swung behind her as she pranced into the darkness. Paul sat down. He hugged himself tightly.

“What are you doing?”

Click! Clack—”Paul.. where would you want this?” He couldn’t help but smile. His name. It finally rolled off her sweet tongue like the world’s most expensive champagne. He got up, rushing over.

“What?” He held her arm.

“Could you go switch on the light?”

Paul scurried over.

Click.

Paul grit his teeth. Knick-knacks, cords, open books and everything under the sun hung crammed in boxes. Open boxes. Stacked, open boxes. Paul sighed. The boulders on his shoulders doubled. He slouched.

It was better than leaving it out when she came—right?

“I’m sorry. Work.. it’s really been messing with my head-”

“Why would you need to apologize?” She asked, her eyebrows shooting up in a hint of surprise. “No problem.--No problem at all, dear.”

She wrapped her fingers delicately around.. something. “Is it alright?”

“Alright?” Paul blinked twice. “Pardon?”

“Alright if I clean up a bit?”

“.. Sure?”

Velvet sat down. Shuffling crowded Paul’s ears as he sat on the bed, throwing up his legs and taking a deep breath. His gaze hit the roof. Those weird spots in it.. the dark spots, blurred. He closed his eyes. Just having her around, just knowing she was there comforted him like a warm bed. Speaking of a bed—his eyes widened—this was the first time he’d seen her actually sitting somewhere else.

(He’d also seen her sit on chairs, of course.)

“What’s on your mind, darling?”

Paul’s eyes shot over. He drained the air from his lungs like letting loose a bird in a cage. He pieced his fingers together on his chest. “I just wish we could be a real couple.”

“A real couple? Oh.. like in the movies?”

Paul looked down at his feet. Everything behind was smothered by an ugly blur.

“Yeah.” He smiled halfheartedly, shrugging a little.

Velvet stood up. She chuckled her usual devious laugh. She made her way over. It was like the air even bowed in her presence. She sat daintily on the bed—Paul would be lying if he said his heart wasn’t thumping. She leaned close, cupping his face. He closed his eyes. His breaths quickened. His head lightened like he was skydiving.

“You’re perfect.” Her warm breaths tickled his ear lobe. “Absolutely perfect.”

She giggled. Her lips brushed against his cheek before they connected with his. It was like fitting the perfect puzzle pieces together, the last two in the set. He frowned at how quickly she pulled away.

“You want to be like a movie couple, don’t you?”

Paul’s eyes jolted open. He nodded, smiling.

“Then why don’t you crawl into my arms?”

Paul did what he was told quicker than a rabbit jumped. Cool silk hugged him as he cuddled into her chest. Her arms snaked around him. One hand caressed his jaw. He melted into her like butter, gently closing his eyes. Every worry he had soothed.

“You know, no matter what, I genuinely do love you.” Her tone was flamboyant as ever. Did she really mean it? Paul dusted the thought under the carpet.

“I love you.” The words jumped from his heart. “God.. I love you so much.--You’re perfect, we’re”

“Calm down. Shh..”

Paul’s heart slowed. His body loosened. Her chest rising and falling rocked him like a baby as she hummed softly. Paul couldn’t cuddle any more. A little smile ran across his lips. He swore she bent down at least once or twice, leaving little kisses on his head. Thank god his hair was black. His head spun at the thought of lipstick stains in his hair. (If that could even happen)

Whatever. That wasn’t for Paul to worry about.

Velvet knew the exact second Paul dozed off completely. Her grin melted. She knew it was dread. She held him a little tighter. Why did things have to go downhill so fast? Her vision smeared.

But they wouldn’t… as long as she could get to that dam tomorrow, right?

Oh well. Maybe he could do her makeup tomorrow.

[crazylittlejester]

I uh, don’t know if you really care about Marin a lot, but I do, I’m obsessed with her, and especially when it comes to her and Hyrule Warriors. And I need someone to rant to about her position in two of my Links Meet AUs because they are so polar to each other, I love. In each AU she is stuck in HW time because she will simply cease to exist if she goes back to her time(at least that is her current state in each au, she’ll get home one day dw).

In the AU I’m currently working on, she’s working and living on the farm with Linkle and Link. She wears these cute overalls and plants food that she knows that her friends and her will eat, all because of her hard work, and she is so happy because of this, she loves making others happy and healthy. She loves to feed the fairies and pet the cows, she loves to prance around the acres of open field the farm has, she loves the life she lives with her friends. She misses her Link dearly, but she’s accepted that she’ll likely never see him again. And she knows that he would want her to be happy. She’s become as free as the seagulls she’s used to watch.

In the first Links Meet AU I’ve made, Marin is Zelda’s lady in waiting. She wanted to be her lady in waiting, and Zelda agreed. Marin confines herself to the castle, only going out when Zelda goes out. Zelda tries to go out a lot, mostly just for her friend. But there are days where she has to stay in the castle, for paperwork or another reason, and Marin sticks by her side. If she’s dismissed, she tries to busy herself with helping anyone she can in the palace. But she doesn’t leave her cage. She doesn’t want to. She doesn’t think she needs freedom, deserves to be free like the seagulls she used to watch. She doesn’t know how long the Goddesses will allow her to exist for. She’s too scared to leave her friends-even if it’s just for a moment. She doesn’t want to wake up from her dream. She’s been through it before, she’s doesn’t want to go through it again. Nonexistence is a terrifying thing.

Anyways that was sad. Um. Linkle is always besties with her though, she just doesn’t allow Marin around any Cuccos. Marin is the only thing that Cuccos are afraid of lol. Zelda and her are also besties. Marin is friends with everyone honestly. She’s never alone.

I do like Marin!! I don’t know a whole lot about her cos I’ve only played about 45 minutes worth of Link’s Awakening, but she seems very sweet and I know enough about her story and such that I think I’ll like her more once I get to know her better

‘She’s become as free as the seagulls she used to watch’ <- i am biting you right now /pos

‘She doesn’t think she needs freedom, deserves to be free like the seagulls she used to watch’ <- i am biting you right now /neg (/j, i am joking, i fucking love this, though I am biting you for it)

IM GLAD SHE HAS FRIENDS IN THE WAR OF ERAS AT LEAST, SHE DESERVES THAT

you cooked here and I loved every word of this even if it did make me extremely fucking sad /hj

[wittlesissyb4by]

"You see this??" she spat. "This is why you will do as I say. This is why you won't leave me. Because I have hundreds more of these ready to go. Plenty of piccies of you dressed like a princess in your wittle pink pampies, all ready to send to your employees, your board members, anyone and everyone that knows you!"

Becky was such a bitch. At least, she was now. Had I of known she would be this vicious of a vixen when I married her, I would have gotten a pre-nup. Or, I wouldn't have begged her to boss me around and dress me like a pink, pampered pansy. But while we're talking about things I shouldn't have done, cheating on her should probably have been priority one.

"Was she even worth it?" she barked, "Did she even do it as good as I do? I can have you squirting in your diapers in less than 30 seconds and begging for more! Was she able to do that? How much did you even pay her??"

I did, and I paid a lot. I still don't know why. In a moment of horny weakness, I booked a session with a professional dominatrix. I eventually tried to back out, but I wouldn't have been able to get my deposit back, so I went. She was good, don't get me wrong, but she was nothing like Becky.

Becky had a way of warping my psyche. Controlling me in ways I never thought she could. Unfortunately, that little skill of hers wasn't coming in quite as handy right about now...

"Do you understand? I own you. I have access to all of your bank accounts, all of your assets, everything." she seethed, "But don't worry, darling! I'll still put you in pampers and prance you around like a pwetty wittle pwincess just like you wanted! You're just going to be wearing a very small, VERY spikey cock cage the whole time!! We'll see how much I can make you really cry!! Especially with how much of your Viagra I'll be supplementing your bottles with..."

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