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meowjunie · 2 years

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stronger (M) part one.

preview: little by little the class size shrunk as they continued to converse back and forth until the only background noise that could be heard was the sound of the a/c unit.

a predatory smile revealing his canines made it’s way to his lips. “forgive my manners then your highness.” jaemin dropped to his hands and knees carefully, openly submitting to you.

pairing: na jaemin x fem reader

word count: 1.3k

genre: non idol! jaemin, pwp, bdsm au, strangers to fucking

warnings: degradation (reader calls jaemin a dog and shames him), humiliation

smut warning: m/f, dom reader, dirty talk, slighttt public indecency, extremely mild pet play, use of honorific (?) titles

a/n : in spite of my dedicated rival kira <3 bon appetit

you dabbed a napkin across your damp forehead, panting at the after effects of the core-killing workout you just fought through.

it was a particularly blazing hot fall day when you decided to turn up to a beginner’s pilate class, curious about the hype amongst your peers. resistance training and strength building exercises were the key to participating in the more upscaled bdsm scene.

you finally understood the pain, inwardly saluting to them at their commitment to such a rigorous exercise and stood under the a/c tiredly like an overheated puppy.

as you were packing up and making your mind up about taking up another class, a tall and lean male dressed in a white tee and adidas track pants approached from the corner of your eye steadily.

“may i help you?” you said a bit breathlessly, turning your head to face him respectfully.

taking in a closer look at the handsome man you gathered that he must have been in his early twenties considering that he was insanely lean and had this aura of naïveté.

his face held little to no emotion as he lifted a finger and pointed behind you, muttering in a low tone,”my bag is behind you, miss.”

you had to admit — you were a tad taken aback by this man’s deep voice, given his unlikely stature. soon enough, you snapped back to reality, embarrassedly broken from the trance his voice alone put you in.

“oh, of course. i’ll move out of your way.” you nodded your head to him and shuffled out of the way with your belongings to the other side of the table, feeling his secretive eyes trained on you the entire time.

“i didn’t take you for a pink type of girl.” the nameless man finally broke the awkward silence.

quirking a confused brow you searched your items for anything pink and let out a sigh of realization. he was referring to your freshly pedicured toes.

you poked your tongue to the side, tucking a strand of fallen hair behind your ear,”ah, i didn’t exactly take, you, a stranger might i add– for the foot fetish type.”

his stoic expression finally cracked at that, an amused smile decorating his lips,”can’t help but point out a pair of pretty feet—that belong to an even prettier person— when i see ‘em.”

your eyebrows raise in an unimpressed manner, swinging your forgotten tote over your shoulder in the process. oh. he was one of those.

growing up you always felt indifferent to the men who displayed themselves to you as ‘alphas’ and the ‘providers’, taking up the interest of breaking them down instead.

nothing satisfied you more than putting a high nosed man in their place in the bedroom. your subs would agree that it was as equally enjoyable for them as it is for you.

checking your fancy watch a close friend in the scene gifted you for a secret santa event, you looked back up at him, clicking your tongue.

“excuse me, i have something to attend to. it was a pleasure discussing my nail polish tastes with you. have a bright day.”

astonished by the quick change of your demeanor, his mouth opened and closed as you turned around, beginning to stride out of the high end gym.

the end of the week chased by quicker than a shark in a rampage, your mind once again alerting you of the pilates class as you were recovering from a two night session with a sub.

you did find pleasure in pushing your sub’s limits (healthily of course), but the process of aftercare at the end of a scene was the most mentally challenging aspect of bdsm. it often required an extensive period of care and assurance that drained you at times.

holding your head up high and rolling your shoulders back, you pushed the door open to the gym, already feeling pent up energy releasing from your body at the sight of the machines and other members using the equipment diligently.

you found your way to the same room as last time and set your tote down, joining the rest of the class on the open mats. a few minutes later, the instructor led them to stretches, then class began.

“we’re slowly pulling out of full flexion and easing into full extension. pull that core in!” your instructor breathed out as your back carefully pressed in, carefully keeping level with your quivering arms.

resting in the position while hearing the instructor’s slow count, your eyes drift from the front of the room to the windows of the class. the upstairs part of the gym that held the machines dedicated for arms was unusually spacious today.

a familiar pair of dark brown eyes eventually met yours as your eyes made its way over to the chest abductor machine, garnering a semi smug smile from the man.

finishing the pose and final exercise of the class, you finally tore your eyes away from him, engaging in the stretches to release the strain from the previous poses in your body.

soft chatter and some pants, likewise your own, filled the room as you packed and readied yourself to exit the gym.

“coincidence seeing you around again, cinderella.”

you turned with another one of your unamused expressions again,”good afternoon to you too. now, is it a coincidence or do i have an active stalker?”

chuckling he looked you up and down, eyes taking in your burnt out stature and held a lithe hand out. “i’m na jaemin, i didn’t get to introduce myself last time. apologies.”

you stared at the hand for a few seconds, offering the back of your hand out in front of you.

jaemin took a hold of your beautifully manicured hand without a beat, bringing soft lips to the lightly damp hand and pressing a meaningful kiss to the skin.

his newly clouded eyes never left yours as he gently brought your hand back to resting position and licked over his lips slowly as if he were savoring the taste of your skin.

“na jaemin, hm.”

“and you? what's your name?” he refuted almost too quickly.

smiling tenderly, you batted your lashes slowly,”oh but na jaemin dear, you haven’t earned that privilege.”

little by little the class size shrunk as they continued to converse back and forth until the only background noise that could be heard was the sound of the a/c unit.

a predatory smile revealing his canines made it’s way to his lips. “forgive my manners then your highness.” jaemin dropped to his hands and knees carefully, openly submitting to you.

covering your mouth with your hand you began to laugh at the unashamed gesture, his eyes immediately casting down and his legs squeezing together at your response to his actions.

you were involved in the kink scene for well over a decade so it was safe to say you knew the finer details — he was turned on from humiliation.

“this was a pleasant surprise. however, you do realize this is a private public area, right? or is it that your sorry excuse of a dick is thinking for you instead of that brain?”

you walked past him, stopping at the exit,”up on your feet and go home. you’re going to take a cold shower and think of a damn good way to make up for my lost time to me.”

met with silence you kept your composure and strode over slowly, coming to a stop in front of him and crushing one of his hands with the toe of your hermes sandals.

jaemin let out a low groan, lifting his head to look up at you with his legs now pressed tightly together. a cover to hide his clear arousal.

“do you understand me?” your head never faltered in its upheld position.

“yes, goddess.”

“good dog.” you smiled satisfactorily and released your foot from his now pink hand, sure to leave a mark.

“i’ll leave my contact information with the front desk so you’ll be able to phone me with my compensation. until then, see to it that you get that unruly dick under control.” you made your way to the exit once more, leaving jaemin dazed and floundered once again.

it was beginning to look as if you’d have fun in the next coming weeks.

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#jaemin smut #sub jaemin #nct dream smut #nct dream #nct dream fanfic #nct dream x reader #jaemin x reader #nct dream x you #kpop smut #everything jaemin

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davyjoneslockr · 2 years

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whats your opinion on the pink haired characters in jojo?

Okay so. I haven't watched the new batch of Stone Ocean yet (waiting for a friend to catch up and then we're going to watch them weekly to replicate JoJo Fridays :]) and I'm an anime-only, but just based off my impressions, Hot Pants and Yasuho are lovely and deserve the world, and Anasui is terrible but also pathetic and honestly? I kind of love that

Anyhow. For the ones I do know.

Reimi is a sweetheart and she deserved more screentime. That moment at the end of DIU where she basically sends Kira to Hand Hell? Excellent. Immaculate. I also really wish they would've explored her relationship with Rohan more, especially since she knew him as a kid (and seemingly before he became Like That). I've seen people toss around some headcanons about her being friends with Tomoko/Aya/Shinobu before her death. Idk she had a lot of missed potential (like most JoJo women :/), but I do like her a lot!!

Trish <333 Best girl pre-SO. Pinkest girl ever. The only woman in Italy. Again, I wish she had more development in the series proper, and I don't like that she's pretty much a Macguffin for half of VA, but I love that she eventually becomes an active player and serves as a sort of contrast against the rest of the Fucked Up main cast. At the end of the day, she's not like the rest of them - she's a normal girl that's been thrust into this situation - but the fact that she hasn't been hardened and disillusioned through years of violence is a strength, and that's sick as hell. I think she's an interesting parallel to Giorno, in that he actively shuts out "soft" things (ie emotions and feelings) with this stoic, somewhat distant demeanor - and so does Trish, at first. And while Giorno doesn't really grow much as a character in VA (which is. a topic for another day), Trish does; it's once she puts away the aloof primadonna façade and embraces the things that make her her that she truly becomes strong. Anyhow I think that's neat.

Doppio is. Fine. I guess. Idk I don't think about him much, he's funny and fucked up and the fight with him and Risotto was sick. The fandom does him really dirty. I just. Uh. Have no deep thoughts about him. Shrugs.

Diavolo I do have some thoughts on. People have written thought-provoking essays about morality in VA that convey my thoughts better than I could, but to me, unlike other JoJo villain fates, nothing about his felt cathartic? And that's because imo, he's not a very well-developed or good villain. Obviously some of this just comes by virtue of him not existing on screen until the final act (and then spending most of that as a spirit in other people's bodies), but like. he never feels truly threatening, because all his Evil Acts are pretty much off-screen, or committed while he's nothing more than a shrouded, vague concept. Like, we're told he sells drugs, and That's The Worst Thing Ever because Giorno and Bucciarati think it is. He tortures and kills Sorbet and Gelato, but... the main cast does the same thing. Constantly. Like, I'm pretty sure I saw somewhere that Giorno and Narancia have some of the highest kill counts in the series (for protagonists at least), Mista is seemingly well-practiced in some fucked up torture methods, and. I mean. Look at what Giorno does to Diavolo at the end of the part. Diavolo tries to kill Trish, donuts Bucciarati, and kills Abbacchio while he's not even visible and we don't have any tangible character to tie the concept of the Boss to, and Narancia's death happens completely off-screen, making him feel less involved with these events, I guess - especially compared to, say, Dio making Jonathan's life hell and personally gutting Kakyoin, Kira carrying around the evidence of his murders and killing Shigechi/nearly killing Okuyasu on-screen, etc. Resisting my urge to rant about Giorno again, but I think part of it has to do with the fact that the protagonist he's up against has had very little struggle against any opponent, and the suspension of disbelief isn't enough for me to think that, hm, maybe Giorno won't kick his ass immediately (which. he does.) It just makes his fate feel disproportionate and his role as a villain kinda ineffective. Idk. That probably makes no sense but I have a lot of. Thoughts. About VA's writing. And Diavolo is a major part of it.

#probably much more rambling than necessary for this question lmao #jjba #reimi sugimoto #trish una #diavolo #vento aureo spoilers

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cheesus-doodles · 2 years

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Reader will spend a fortune on hair ties. Baji stops bringing his rubber bands and asks for them from the Reader. Mikey suddenly starts to lose it. Draken pretends that he did not have time to braid at home and does it next to the kira in order to borrow her rubber band. Some boys, who rarely collect their hair, suddenly start doing it more often in front of Reader (*cough* Chifuyu *cough*). "Oh, is that a scrunchie on your arm? Give me please. Mine is torn." Do they return them? Not

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nsalkjdnaslkjdnals this is cute and sweet too :') i think imma save up all the dark stuff to hit yall in one go so that i don't accidentally spoil anything ayyy

It all started when you offered your hair tie to Baji - you probably shouldn't have offered your spare to anyone to begin with, no matter how miserable Baji looked with his hair down in the middle of summer, whining and complaining about how the only hair tie he had on him broke. Doesn't matter when you pass your hair tie to him, whether if it was just you and him, or you were in the midst of your whole group of Toman friends, the moment that band changes hands, everyone knows about it and that's all it takes to cement the idea in your friends' minds. The game begins.

Begins as just Baji, then Mikey, asking to 'borrow' your hair tie, either using the excuse that theirs had snapped or they had lost it, but Kazutora and Draken quickly catch on to what the other two are doing. And sure enough, the two of them start getting in on the game as well. Draken complaining that his hair tie broke again so could he pretty please have yours, and Kazutora, to your surprise, starting to tie his hair up as well. Mitsuya and Pah are sadly left out because neither have hair long enough to tie, but that doesn't mean they are below swiping those scrunchies from the others. But the game was taken to the next level when Kazutora one day decided to ask if you could help him with his short ponytail (since he didn't have much experience tying up his hair, but insists that its too hot not to do so) after borrowing yet another hair tie from you, and now everyone comes whining asking for you to do their as well.

Mikey coming straight with his bedhead so that you can brush his hair for him as well, Draken snatching you up from your seat while class goes on around you so that you can braid his hair just the way he like it, Baji tugging at your sleeve and refusing to let go until you put his hair up in a ponytail for him. The most prized hair tie is of course the one that you are currently wearing, so the boys are definitely playing a game of chicken, trying to goat one of the others into being the first to borrow your hair tie so that they get the spare, and then quickly being next in line to get your generously offered scrunchie straight off of your hair.

And mind you, it doesn't matter if the hair ties or scrunchies you lent them were pink, frilly, covered with Hello Kitties. Nope, the boys wear those as a badge of honor, since the other Toman founders, and the boys from the other gangs recognize them - even start to subtly flex their collection. Begins by wearing one spare on their wrist, then two, then hanging them secretly off their bags, or on their pants hoops especially if they were going into a fight. And no doubt the Black Dragon and Tenjiku boys get jealous - how could they not having to see Toman with collections of your stuff?

Your scrunchies become almost like a currency, with everyone looking to swipe some of your precious hair ties for themselves. Ran and Rindo found they had the best luck with obtaining some by simply asking you for them, which you were more than happy to "lend" them should they manage to catch you alone without your Toman guard dogs. Izana personally preferred relieving Mikey of his collection, though this usually ends in a fight. This boy didn't mind helping himself either, simply pulling off the scrunchie you were wearing and insisting that you helped him put it on his wrist, much to your amusement. Koko and Inupi earned theirs through a combination of wit and nimble fingers, proudly showing them off against their white uniforms.

You of course had no idea that all this was going on under the surface, only becoming slightly sad at the number of hair ties and scrunchies that were going missing, and at the disastrous amount of money you were spending on replacing them. Never once angry at your friends for not returning them, since you didn't doubt that they would return them eventually, and they must really need those hair ties.

The scrunchie war would rumble on until Baji one day absentmindedly returned the spare scrunchie he had on his wrist to you, realizing what he had done a moment later and having a mental panic, yet only to have you immediately brighten and thank him enthusiastically, lavishing your attention on a now very smug boy while the rest could only watched on jealously. And now the reverse game would start - paying you for your attention in returned scrunchies and hair ties.

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the-illiterate-pirate · 2 years

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I am on time >:)

Happy birthday to the stinky hand fucker

Modern Love

Warning: NSFW, femdom, restraints, Yoshikage's hand kink, oral, skull fucking(?) and Reader doesn't get off

Your delicate hands tapped down the shoulders of his purple suit. His muscles pulsated and jumped under your hands as they went down, down, down.

It was hard to see sitting behind Yoshikage, but you made due. It was for him of course. Your fingers clicked down his buttons, not daring to take them off just yet. Yoshikage had trouble controlling his breathing. His chest heaved under the tight shirt, sweat already began to pour down his brow to bleed on to the cloth around his eyes.

Yes, Yoshikage Kira. Tied up, hands bound behind his back, eyes covered, left at your mercy. You cooed sweet nothings in his ear as you groped his chest and his abs under his shirt, your clean hands clung to his sweaty skin. You fell silent when your hand flew down to his pants to grab his stiff bulge, already hot and ready for you. "Oh, Yoshikage. We've only been at it for ten minutes and you're already so hard!" You squeezed and rubbed him through his purple pants, your touch switched from teasing to angry so quick like the pendulum of a grandfather clock. It was so cute how his thighs unceremoniously twitched and trembled with every grope of your hand.

"You look so cute like this, Dear," You murmured, not really caring if he actually heard you. You were so in awe over the scene of his cock straining against its confines, begging for more than harsh rubbing. It cried for warmth and love, if that growing wet spot said anything.

"So cute I could just eat you up."

You said nothing more as you took your hand away from his pulsating crotch. Yoshikage's little whimper of "no" was ignored. You stood to walk around in front of him. Shoes clacked against the hard flooring, adding more tension to the blond's shoulders with every step. With a twist you turned to peer down at your horny husband. He was looking up in your general direction, mouth open to gasp in air, slouched but rigged to hide the embarrassing shame in his lap. "Tell me, love," You cooed to him while getting down on your knees once again. "Do you want me to use my tongue? Or my hands? Tonight, I'll let you decide." You punctuated with a fat stripe of saliva over the protruding bump in the seat of his pants. Your lips pressed against his covered member and your nails ran lines up and back down his thighs. They got up to his belt, following it to the buckle to take it off. You didn't give him the privilege of taking his pants off completely, they settled near his thighs with his mouth watering cock standing proud, leaking precum onto his underwear.

You grew tired of waiting for an answer, he wasn't giving you one any time soon without prompting him first. So you gripped him by the scruff of the neck and pointed to look at the ceiling, throat on show to you. The suddenness startled him awake again. "You speak to me when I talk to you. Start making noise, or I'll just have to tie up that pretty mouth of yours if you don't put it to use. Would you prefer a dirty rag over my delicious fingers?"

He gargled against the thumb that was suddenly shoved between his lips, pinning down his tongue and rubbing it. A strangled moan left his open mouth once he tried to speak. "Hh... Hand..." He added kitten licks to the intruding digit, his wet muscle tried to lick and wrap around it like it was a treat so graciously given to him. The blindfold around his eyes was wet with silent tears now. "N-No, Moufth.. please use your mouth on my cock!"

Satisfied, you popped your thumb from out of it's messy confines and papped his cheek gently, he leaned into it like a starved housecat. "Such a good boy I have.."

You settled back down on your knees. His dick now was pink and angry turning red at the tip still leaking pre. You played with the slit, using his cum as makeshift lube to pump his length, he was producing enough where you didn't have to worry about hurting him.

He looked so perfect. Yoshikage's shoulders settled, he was leaned against the back of his chair, enjoying the feeling of your hands. Finally, your head dipped to take the head of his cock between your lips, sucking and licking like it was candy. The bitter salty taste drew a moan from your throat that reverberated around his cockhead. His voice wavered and pitched up in time with your sucking. Your fingers left his shaft to unbutton the bottom half of his dress shirt. Your painted thumbs followed the lines and crevices of his abs to follow up to his nipples, where you played with them and punched them hard and pink.

You swallowed more of his shaft absolutely addicted to the way he pulsed and pressed into your throat. His chest heaved with breaths, drool followed down his chin to wet the collar of his best shirt. He wasn't scared to let you hear how much he enjoyed the sweet torture.

Until then you were set in a teasingly slow pace that forced out more whines from Yoshikage's lips. Suddenly you drew back your hands to his ass and grabbed him for balance, and fucked his cock with your mouth. He easily could touch the back of your throat and more. It hurt, but it was too good to stop. He tasted absolutely divine. Your saliva dropped from his shaft onto his balls to make a mess. Yoshikage almost curled in on himself if it wasn't for the restraints holding him back. He might as well have screamed your name into the dark night, pleading "too much". He humped at your skull which forced your face into his pelvis and light blond pubes. You spewed out moans for more sensation. He kept fucking into you himself, moaning like a bitch in heat. You decided to use your hands more, they fondled at his thighs and balls, squeezing them in your paws. You could feel them harden in his incoming release. The way they stiffened and pulsed made you salivate more.

One of his hands must've weaseled its way out of his confines, but with the way it grabbed at your skull while he messily begged to cum, you decided you wouldn't punish him this time. He was in control now, somewhat. So you let him use your skull as he pleased. He was nearing quick. His throat was sore from his screaming but it couldn't stop him from chanting his "yes'" into the sky.

Then he finally stopped, and bitter warmth flooded your mouth. His cum was thick and stuck to the sides of your throat as it slid down to your stomach. Soft pumps aided in more weak spurts of his spunk trailing down your lips, which you easily licked clean. Your husband became jello in his seat, thighs still twitching around your neck while he caught his breath, hands still stuck in your hair grabbing at the strands.

You kissed his length before getting to work cleaning it. You licked it clean of his white mess and suckled at the slit for any more before popping off with a trail of saliva connecting you two.

You took off his pants but left him with some decency in his boxers, you took off his over shirt and left to begin neatly folding them to wait on your shared dresser. Once that was done you unbuttoned his dress shirt completely to aid in helping him catch his breath. You sat in his lap, making sure not to touch his sensitive member, to undo the restraints completely and take off his eye mask, kissing his wet cheek so sweetly once it was visible again. He practically melted against you for support as you babied him like a helpless kitty.

"I hope I pleased you well, my dear." You whispered gently into his ear as you softly scratched at his scalp with perfectly manicured nails. His only reply was heavy breaths against your own.

"Happy birthday, Yoshikage."

#jojo no kimyou na bouken #jjba x reader #kira yoshikage x reader #yoshikage kira #steamy

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sparetimeimagines · 3 years

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Heyyy I have a request!! Light Yagami x reader smut where Light finds y/n mastrubating to a video of him, add degradation, choking and handcuffs the rest is up to you!!

Dumb Little Baby | Light Yagami

Tags; Smut, Degradation, Choking, Handcuffs, Video Recording, Masturbation

A/N: Hey Doll! Sorry it took so long for the request. I’ve been in the hospital. Hope you enjoy x Megs

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Light had many ways of keeping you entertained.

Little notes he’d leave in areas only you would know, secret messages through Kira, his secret identity, based on the kill of the day.

But mostly, it was the videos he’d leave you.

Those secret ones he’d send on social media, like Snapchat, of him being R rated in the matter of a minute tops that would be lost immediately after being sent... that is, unless you screen record them to keep them for old times sake.

Those pretty little videos of him with his cock in his hand and a pen in the other.

“You like that, don’t you, you filthy slut? Letting me destroy someone’s life.” He writes their name out of sight then strokes his cock a few times.

Your fingers ghost down to your needy clit, feeling your aching bud begging for attention. Your eyes seal shut with an exasperated moan, the tips touching the slick between your folds.

“You filthy slut.” You hear from the door, his bronze hair falling in his eyes as he watches you. “Didn’t I tell you to get rid of the video?” He frowns folding his arms. “Tsk tsk tsk, Stupid Girl.” He comes in the room, reaching his hand out in your direction. “Give it to me.”

“No, Light.” You say to the handsome boy, making him take in a long breath.

“Now, Y/n, what did I tell you about acting like a stupid slut? With your fingers rubbing your needy pussy. Tell me, does it feel good?” He stands over you and you stop rubbing your clit.

“No, no , no Baby Girl, don’t stop now. Please continue.” He smirks. “Show Daddy where it feels good.” He demands and you slowly start rubbing your clit once more.

“I-I can’t, Light... it’s- you’re watching me.”

“Mmhmm. I am, Baby Girl. And right now you’re a filthy slut who can’t follow directions.” He leans closer, his hand hovering over your clothed cunt. “You had no problem watching me. Now, give me the phone, and show me. Show me what feels good.”

“I- you make me nervous.”

“Nervous?” He laughs. “I’ll show you nervous.”

He tugs on both sides of your bottoms, revealing your soft cunt, pink and ready to react to his touch.

“Shit.” He hisses. “Such a pretty pussy.” His fingers dip into those folds, you gasping at his touch trying to push his fingers away.

“No no no, you filthy whore. What do you think you’re doing?” He reaches out to his back pocket, revealing a pair of handcuffs. “You belong to me. Apparently you don’t know how to follow directions.” He cuffs your hands to his bed frame. “And defiant little girls don’t get what they want. They don’t get to make decisions.”

Your hands dangle by your head and he pulls the phone from your side, turning to the camera.

“Don’t record me, Light... I look gross.”

“Shut up.” He sets the phone up in an angle supporting the both of you.

“Touch yourself now, show everyone how badly you want to be touched.” He smirks as you struggle using your arms.

“Don’t tease me.” You whine as his hands rub your thighs, spreading them to a full view.

“I own you.” His fingers tenderly caress your skin, up your hips, across your stomach to a brief squeeze of your breast earning a moan. His fingers skip your collarbones, making a fleshy necklace around your neck. “Mmm pretty baby.” He moans kissing your lips. The cock in between his legs hardens at the thoughts running through his mind. “I own you. Your mind, your lips.... this pretty little cunt.”

Your heart beats eagerly against your chest. Do you want him to touch you? Do you want him to control your every move at his demand?

Light curls his long fingers into your dripping wet folds, letting you mold around his girth hearing you cry out a weak moan. “All I have to do is write that dumb name of yours in my book. You belong to me. You being under my thumb... that makes my cock so hard.”

Your eyes wonder down to his pants, your blush creeping along your cheeks. Your walls tighten around his fingers, twitching at his touch. Those chocolate colored eyes dilate at the sensation, a smirk growing like his hardened cock.

“Aww Baby, don’t be shy.” his fingers twist along your spongy insides. “Let me hear you.”

He begins pumping his fingers, gradually building speed.

“Ohhh... fuck.” You gasp, bucking your hips into him.

“Call me, Kira.” He smirks dipping his face to your clit. “Tell me, how bad does this dumb little baby want me? How badly does this dumb little baby want me eat her pussy?”

He hovers, his hot breath sending sensations through your exposed heat.

“So bad.” You pant tugging at the cuffs, the metal clinking against the bed and your soft bruised skin.

“Yeah? Baby girl needs me to make her feel better? How much do you need me?”

“I need you.” Tears bud in your ears resulting in a chuckle escaping his throat.

“Yeah? Show me.” Light’s hands cuff your thighs down, your whines echoing along the room. The slick tongue allows a long wet strip, shutters controlling your body. Whines escape your pathetic mouth to his delight.

“Aww. This dumb little baby likes it when I taste her tight pussy.”

He grabs the camera facing you. “Mmm what’s my name?”

“Kira.” You smirk, the high written on your lazy aroused eyes.

“Good girl.” He moans. “What’s Kira gonna do to you?” His fingers push back into you, his thumb circling your clit.

“Fuck me?” You gasp hardly getting the word out, your eyes screwing shut with pleasure.

“Mmm you’re so bold for a fuck toy.” He slurps your swollen cunt letting his fingers fuck those tight walls.

“Oh fuck me, Kira.”

His fingers let you come apart, sliding out as he releases his cock from his pants with a few pumps.

“Yeah? Does this stupid baby want me to fuck her?”

“Mmhmm.” You moan biting your lower lip.

“Use your words, you dumb slut.”

“Mmm, Kira, fuck me.”

“You’re not being polite baby. Where’s your manners?” He smacks your cunt, hearing your cries making his cock twitch.

“Will you fuck me, Kira? Please, Kira? I want you to fuck me.” You whine scooting as close to him as possible.

“Mmm sure baby. If you plan on behaving.”

Light aims the camera at your dripping folds ready for him, as he relocates to your neck, his fingers cupping your throat.

“What do you say, you dumb baby?” He lines his cock close to your folds, his nails tracing your neck.

“I’ll behave. Pleas-“ before the words leave your lips, his cock smashes into your tight cunt, his fingers gripping your throat into oblivion.

“You’re going to fuck me, dumb baby.”

His hands pull his shirt over his head, throwing to the side.

Light’s body beautifully enhanced by the dim light makes you find another strain against his cock.

You pick your hips up, sliding down onto his swollen dick, your legs wrapping around his waist.

“Good girl.” He grips your hips, dragging you into him. His purr makes your eyes rolling back into your head, but that’s not enough for him. “No, no, no. You dumb girl, eyes up here.”

He releases your neck, letting you gasp as he fills you full with his thick cock, needy for attention.

“Look at me.” His fingers cut off your air supply again, overwhelming your dumb brain with the sensation of his cock hitting your cervix.

You gasp, yet nothing comes out.

“Mmm my red dumb baby.” Light smirks, brushing your hair brush your face while pounding into you. “Should I let you breathe?”

You nod feeling your senses heighten around you, your fuzzy brain focusing on him barely fitting.

“Yeah? Should I?” He smirks. “Tell me baby. Use your words.”

“Y-ye-” You gasp, pulling at the cuffs with no avail. “Ki-Kira. P-plea-”

Your vision gets splotchy, tears strolling down your face.

He pounds faster, reaching your high when finally he releases your neck allowing you to breathe.

Light’s cock hits you at full force, him finishing with hot spurts of cum filling your hole.

He thrusts into your body, finishing his high for his own benefit.

“You dumb baby.” He smirks filming the cum dripping out the sides, his hot seed gushing along your folds. “Letting me fuck you stupid.”

He unlocks your wrists and stops at your lips.

“You’re so dumb.” He kisses you. “I’ll send you this one. You look so much better when you let me fuck you.”

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hammeredalcoholic · 3 years

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im so sorry

killer queen/reader ; NSFW/18+

i literally had a dream about this and my mind would not shut up until i wrote it im sorry, this is so self indulgent

“Killer Queen,” The words drifted from your lips, barely above a whisper. The Stand in question was quite literally sprawled on top of you, its hands playfully toying with your hair. You placed a hand on its head, softly scratching the spots behind its ears.

This isn’t the first time that Queen has done this to you. It was quite frequent, being that every time Kira let his guard down at home, his Stand would immediately latch onto you.

It was cute.

It made you feel so loved, knowing that Killer Queen was essentially your husband’s soul, only more cat-like and emotional. Yoshikage wasn’t the most clingy person in the world, but the fact that his stand decided to cuddle up with you said practically everything.

Plus, Kira was a busy man. He liked to keep up his routine, and sometimes, spending quality time with you wasn’t quite possible. It’s not that it mattered much though, he was certainly doing his best, and that’s what counted in your eyes.

Killer Queen let out a purr, its hands moving away from your hair and towards your chest. Sometimes, Queen would fall asleep against your chest, meaning that Yoshikage was most likely dozing off wherever he was in the house. It always managed to warm your heart.

But tonight was different.

It was a subtle difference in how Queen was acting-- its eyes blown out and wide, curious. Its hands were no different, moving slowly down to your chest, watching as they ran over your breasts, softly kneading the material of your shirt.

Killer Queen hadn’t done this before, despite being very touchy-feely with you. The stray gasp that left your lips caused the Stand to stop, its eyes quickly going to your face. It watched you silently, their hands still sitting on your chest.

Your cheeks felt incredibly hot.

Why was Queen doing this?

And why was it bringing out such a reaction from you?

It’s not like you were touch starved or anything. Kira was a good husband, he took care of the many-- uh, needs that you had. But, if you were thinking clearly, it had been a week or so since you last had the chance to get your husband alone.

Yoshikage had been working more overtime lately, as well as bringing home some paperwork to do.

Would it be so bad to indulge in this?

Killer Queen was technically your husband’s soul, after all.

In the time you were thinking, Killer Queen was studying every slight movement of your body. When you finally came to the conclusion that you could enjoy this, you relaxed back into the couch. Another tranquil purr was heard, followed by gentle gropes of your chest.

Being slightly curious yourself, you let your hands slide up the Stand’s thighs, feeling the almost velvet like skin. The shiver that racked Killer Queen’s body surprised you, their eyes sliding shut momentarily.

That’s when you remembered.

Kira can feel whatever happens to Queen. Kira can also feel anything that Queen touches.

Did that mean your husband had been feeling you up this whole time?

The thought alone was enough to make your thighs clench together. Killer Queen’s hands trailed lower, moving to slip under your shirt. Its hands traced your exposed skin, sharp claws scraping against your flesh.

God, you could get used to this.

Their hands quickly found your bra, then stopped. Its bright pink eyes sparkled with curiosity, before practically ripping the material of your shirt in half.

“Queen!” You gasped, your hands gripping their thighs with fever. As soon as your bra was exposed, the curiosity in its eyes was back. A single clawed digit ran across the underwire, playing with the small lace bow that was stitched between the cups.

Your face quickly heated up again, watching as the Stand played with it, before dipping a claw under the material. Within moments, the article was ripped in half, falling loose on your chest. You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding, before looking up Queen.

Its soft pink eyes dragged across your breasts, almost studying them. Soon enough, it’s gloved hands were groping your skin, with the gentlest touch. You quickly bit your lip to quiet a moan, the flesh of their fingertips felt delicious.

Your fingers gracefully felt their way up the Stand’s thighs once more, touching softly along the ridges in its skin. You briefly wondered if a Stand could even have genitals. It seemed rather nonsensical, they were only a figment of a person’s soul-- but you still wondered.

You let your eyes run over the being on top of you, their bright pink eyes still focused on your chest. Despite the obvious cat ears on it’s head, Killer Queen was built like a human. A wide chest and toned abs, chiseled arms and legs-- oh.

It seemed like you had gotten your answer.

Between the Stand’s legs, almost obscured by the belt it wore around their hips was its cock. It definitely wasn’t human, ridges lining the shaft and small bumps lining the tip. It was also decently bigger than your husband’s, from what you could tell.

Killer Queen must have noticed your attention on it, as their hips pushed down and rocked against your pelvis. You didn’t even realize how worked up you had gotten until a harsh moan was ripped from your throat, your pulse practically thumping in your ears. They continued their motions, hands moving from your breasts down to your hips, claws digging into the flesh just slightly.

Holy fuck.

You couldn’t help but open your legs, letting Queen have more access. It felt so good, pressing up against your clothed core deliciously. Before it resumed grinding against you, one of their hands quickly unclasped the belt, letting it fall to the couch with a dull thud.

You didn’t know how much longer you could last.

Thankfully, you didn’t have to wait.

Killer Queen’s claws gripped the waistband of your pants, almost tearing them right off your body. With minor adjustments, you managed to slip out of them, leaving yourself completely naked in front of them.

“Killer Queen,” You barely breathed, your hands moving to grasp at their shoulders.

You could feel your arousal practically dripping onto the couch, their eyes watching you like a hawk. Within moments your position was moved, Killer Queen flipping you onto your stomach. Their claws slowly traced your back, down to your ass, before pulling your legs apart.

Arching your back just slightly, you tried hard not to let your excitement show, but when the tip of Queen’s cock teased your entrance, it was hard not to be impatient. You gasped at the feeling, the feel of its skin completely different and alien to you.

Killer Queen’s hips leaned forward just slightly, pressing against your hole. One of their hands smoothed its way up your back, tangling in your hair and pressing your face into the cushion. Without even a second passing, Queen pressed into you, sliding it’s cock between your folds with extreme precision.

It felt like heaven.

Gasps fell from your lips, only to be muffled by the couch. The small bumps and ridges felt amazing, rubbing up against your walls and pressing into all your sweet spots. They were stretching you, and a spike of pleasure ran up your spine from the burn.

You briefly wondered what Yoshikage was feeling.

With a firm thrust from Killer Queen’s hips, that train of thought easily fell off the rails.

The Stand didn’t wait more than a minute for you to adjust, pulling out their cock and slamming back in with rushed fever. You quickly planted your foot on the floor, desperately trying to meet their thrusts.

Killer Queen’s hands moved to the couch cushion, its claws digging into the material. You couldn’t hold back your voice, letting out harsh whines with every snap of the Stand’s hips.

You’ve used some odd toys before, but nothing has ever felt like this.

“God, fuck, Queen…!” You almost screamed, their cock easily hitting your g-spot. With your loud whimpers and cries they continued to hit it mercilessly, digging its claws deeper into the cushion. You felt a familiar tingle in your abdomen, like a burning coil tightening, ready to burst at any moment.

Yoshikage has never managed to make you cum like this.

With another harsh thrust, your vision went white. Your orgasm hit hard, rushing over your body like a wave. Your legs shook under you, high pitched moans leaving your lips.

You clenched hard around Killer Queen, and with a few more hurried thrusts, you felt something warm spread inside you. Did they actually cum inside you? How was that possible?

Not having the energy to question any further, you let your body relax against the couch. Queen pulled out of you gently, its claws moving to softly run down your back.

Hurried footsteps were heard from the hall, and you turned your head towards the door.

Kira quickly came to the doorway, looking completely and utterly fucked. His pants were unbuckled, something staining the lavender fabric. Tie discarded and the first few buttons of his shirt were undone.

His cheeks were painted pink, and blond hair tousled and sweaty.

“I--” He started, this voice shaking and uneven.

“I didn’t know that was possible.” You said, your body and mind too exhausted to really comprehend anything. Your husband’s eyes widened, before he ran a hand through his curls.

“I didn’t either.”

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coconutstars · 3 years

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Right people at the wrong time p.III

Part I Part II Part IV

Pairing: Stiles + reader Prompt: Perhaps, we were the right people at the wrong time Summary: Reader deals with meeting Scott and Stiles for the first time in two years. She’s also properly introduced the one and only, Lydia Martin for the first time. So yeah, that’s a hoot. (Sidenote;; This also happens to be the part when reader *surprise surprise* realizes she’s still in love with Stiles ;) ) A/N: WHAT’S KICKIN’ MY CHICKENS? So this is part 3. It’s short, cute and messy af. Mostly because I re-wrote the entire thing in like 3 hours. Bon appeteeth, babes.

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Kira was dragging you towards the group like a determined mother dragging her kids to bed.

“Really, Kira. I just remembered I have to…” you stammered but Kira didn’t seem to care for your excuses.

“Don’t be nervous, they’re super nice!” She dismissed with a bright smile.

“I’m sure they are” you mumbled, deliberating which option would be most effective; drop to the ground like an angry toddler being pulled away from the candy aisle at the store or cling onto the nearest tree and hold on for dear life.

Unfortunately, you didn’t have time to do either because suddenly there you were, drowning in Scotts embrace as he pulled you in for a hug. “Y/N!” His entire body was hard, lean muscle. Quite a step up from the boney kid with bad Bieber hair you’d left two years ago. “God, I haven’t seen you since what… freshman year?” He asked releasing you. His facial features were significantly more defined, but he still had his kind eyes and boyish smile.

All you could do was nod. This was definitely… confusing. You distinctly remember Stiles mentioning both him and Scott trying to get rid of you so why was Scott so… cheery? You wondered for a moment if it was all fake. Just for show. But Scott seemed genuinely happy to see you. But then again, Stiles had fooled you for years. Acted like he was your friend. Let you use the green lightsaber even though it was his favorite. Run the entire 2 miles from his house to yours to get the pink hello kitty band aids you loved that time you scraped your knee on his driveway. Yeah. He’d really fooled you. Who’s to say Scott wasn’t fooling you too?

“You guys know each other?” Kira said curiously, shifting her gaze between Scott and you. “Yeah! Yeah totally-“ Scott said brightly. He turned and pointed towards Stiles. “-the three of us used to hang out all the time when we were kids but then-” Stiles shifted uncomfortably in his seat and started tapping his thumbs impatiently against his thighs. Scotts stared at him for a second, almost a little too long, before turning back to you. He seemed to have lost his train of thought, so you quickly filled in. “ I moved away” Just as Stiles answered, “Uh, yeah. No yeah. We…” You both fell silent and for a moment your eyes met. He cleared his throat and looked away as you shifted your gaze awkwardly from one side to the other. The silence was almost deafening. “Right…” Lydia said, breaking the silence. She’d had her hands on Stiles shoulders but now lifted one to gesture vaguely in her own direction. “I’m Lydia”. You wanted to say that you already knew that. That she was one of the reasons why your life had gone to shit. Instead, you stuck a smile on your face and gave a lazy two finger wave. “Hey, Y/N” you replied.

You exchanged names with the rest of the group all while Stiles continued to tap his thumb against his thigh. His gaze seemed to flicker from one place to another and he kept moving his fists over his mouth, his lips grazing against the knuckles. The guy was really hot and bothered and it was driving you insane.

‘Don’t worry’ you thought furiously ‘I don’t want to be here anymore than you want me here’ From the corner of your eye, you could see Lydia lower her lips to Stile’s ear and whisper something. For a moment he looked up at her and the muscles in his shoulders relaxed. You swallowed, refusing to admit just how much the gesture hurt to witness.

Guess Stiles finally got his girl, huh? You wanted to laugh in irony.

It wasn’t even noon and life had already found a way to kick you in the head. Twice. Because you see. Seeing Stiles wasn’t the worst part. No, it was also the realization that seeing Stiles with Lydia hurt like a knife to the chest.

Hurt because deep down,

you still cared.

You’d realized it the second your eyes met in class. It’d only lasted for a split second, but when his warm, dark gaze met yours it was like you came home. Stiles had made it loud and clear that you were a burden to him, but he’d always represented safety to you. Fake or not, Stiles was the one who’d held your hand when you were too scared to jump from the diving tower at the beacon hills pool. The one who’d given you his sweater to cover up the period stains on your pants the first time you bled through at school. The one who’d biked to your house and sat with you on your front porch, talking your ears off to drown out the sound of your parents arguing inside. Stiles had been your lighthouse, shielding you from the storm that was your life.

Suddenly overwhelmed with feelings, you quickly dismissed yourself and left the group. You could hear Kira shout something about meeting up before next period, but you weren’t entirely sure. Sneaking into the girl’s bathroom, you locked yourself in a stall and collapsed on the cold porcelain seat. God this day sucked. Burying your face in your hands, you took a few deep breaths. You didn’t want to admit it for you knew it would only bring heartache and pain, but the truth was undeniable.

You were still in love with Stiles.

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danddymaro · 3 years

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Existing | Yoshikage Kira x Reader

He’s starting to realize that perhaps there's much more to her than her hands. | Warning: Smut/ NSFW |

Word Count : 5044

Thoughts are italics in quotations = ‘Example’

Flashbacks are in italics = Example

Existing

She'd learned quickly how to play his game, all in order to stay alive.

Somehow, she managed to keep herself cool enough to do well, even while stuck alone with his dark presence, furthermore, despite being struck nearly stupid at his entire being.

‘ Stay silent.’ She thought to herself, always remembering the one rule, which meant :

Not a word.

Not a murmur.

Not even a muffled huff.

‘Just be quiet,’ She added, knowing it was what had saved her. It's what he loved best.

‘Just...exist.’ she told herself while remaining calm, despite the heavy drumming of her heart each and every time he came near.

- It was yet again another night, one that had for the most part gone as expected.

He came home, neatly putting away all of his things, silently coming to greet 'her' with a soft kiss to her knuckles that meant he was happy to be back.

He spoke of how relieved he was to be home, of how sorry he felt for leaving her without his company for so many hours, going on and on about how he wished he’d spent not a second apart from her.

'There's just one thing off,' She thought to herself, picking up on a hint of a burnt, Smokey scent which initially stung and made her stomach churn, a strange sweetness lingering afterward and far past the smell she quickly recognized.

'He's been smoking,' She realized, having caught onto the smell the previous two nights as well, but brushing it off, not finding it possible for the man when he'd been so diligent in keeping his schedule, and much more, taking such care of himself.

At first, she'd assumed that perhaps he'd gotten too close to a coworker on break, that, or walked into the smoke along the way home, but a third night debunked both theories.

She wondered over the new growing habit as he spoke, not worrying much about not paying attention to him because throughout it all, he never looked (f/n) in the eye, his words and overall attention staying right on her hands.

She was already well aware that all that had mattered to him were both hands, each taken care of with diligence because she'd quickly found out that anything less would anger him.

Smiling sweetly, he continued to run kisses over the flesh, the open-mouthed presses beginning to sound sloppy as he started to lose his composure, his breaths becoming more labored,

"Ah… (f/n)" he sighed, causing her to shiver, her focus driven back to him as mindlessly, her thighs pressed together as she heard the breathless utter, his thickened voice causing her to harshly swallow down her spit.

"Tonight, I need your caress," he told her, all while one of his hands led hers down to his hardened manhood, her other limb assigned right beneath his lips, dutifully showered by huffy kisses.

At that, she shut her mouth tight, hoping to calm her racing heart as his erection was pressed against the palm of her other hand, his excitement strained by his pants that had yet to come down.

Already knowing the rehearsed act, she fell to her knees, sitting before him while he hesitantly let her fingers slip from his hold so they could both work on his belt, soon after tasked with undoing his lavender slacks until all that was left was his undergarment, pulled down by the woman as well.

The hand that had been showered by praise then went up, raised up to him as he leered down to her more to meet her halfway, taking it in his hold so he could lay a tender kiss to it in the same gentlemanly fashion a chivalrous man would.

“My, what a flirty girl,” He chuckled, “ I noticed how prettily dressed you are today,” He said while gazing down at her painted nails, the popping, hot pink accenting the nails being what he focused on.

She sat in her satin nightgown, legs tucked under her as she was knelt before him, complimented for not the lovely delicate piece with mid thigh length, but for her simply colored fingernails.

To him making love was her using her hands.

It was just her stroking his cock as he ignored everything else that was beyond her wrist. And she couldn't wait for him to leave. She couldn't help but wait in anticipation for him to once again leave throughout the hours of the day , all so she could be free.

Free to do as she pleased.

Free to think of him.

Free to utter his name, pretending that for just a moment, she truly did exist in his world.

Because she'd learned how to play his game , and along the road she'd come to enjoy it as well, wanting so much more from him.

Unbeknown to her, his glaring eyes opened up to see her, intently focused on her entirely, and not just her stroking hands. He gazed at her with interest, more particularly focused on her face and it’s flustered, yet pleasured expression as she knelt before him, her thumb teasingly swiping over the tip of his length’s slickened head.

Mindlessly, her lips twitched before she ran her tongue over the bottom one’s flesh, her mind evaded by the idea of his beautifully shaped cock dipping down her throat as his hands would both part her (h/c) colored hair to tightly bind the stands within his hold, using her mouth with selfishness until he filled her stomach with the hot streams of white.

‘Or better yet,’ She thought to herself, then fantasizing of the long, curved length repeatedly rutting into her unused wetness.

‘How I wish you’d use me… How I wish we’d consummate this marriage.

Though unreal...

Though all a sick creation of yours…

I wish that somehow, I could truly take part in Yoshikage.’

She tried to keep her focus on the task at hand, but she found it nearly impossible to part ways with the lingering thought, especially as she held him within her two hands, the intoxicating scent of his manhood filling her nose, causing little bumps to rise over her flesh.

All the while, blue orbs eyed the red-faced shame she presented as she drew her own gaze far away, off to the corner of the room instead to avoid his sight, while she desperately tried to pull herself together, knowing she would slip if she kept thinking that way.

He immediately noticed their darkened dimness just before they shut tight, right at the moment he jerked his hips up to her warm, soft palms as a clear indicator he had reached his limit.

- And then she bit her lip, her own hips wiggling up, just barely moving to figuratively meet his final fierce thrust.

‘What in the world...What is she doing?’ He asked himself, panting as he finished, his release being less than satisfactory.

The usual, sweet high of the act was left as only an afterthought as he continued to focus more on her instead, annoyance bubbling within him as she yet again found a way to invade his thoughts.

Occasionally, during his quiet, monotonous days at work, he found his thoughts drifting off to the (h/c) haired woman waiting in his home.

He wondered about just what she did all day, as well as if she’d eaten.

If she was well...

If she was happy...or at the very least well adjusted into her new life.

He reasoned with himself that perhaps the only reason why he wondered about her was to make certain she wouldn't be too willing to escape, all so he could keep ‘her’ as fresh and warm as possible.

‘Damn woman...’ He seethed. ‘Coming into my life, and changing everything...’

She was about to stand, when he spoke, directly addressing her,

“ Open your mouth,” he told her, clearly surprising her, it being obvious by the manner in which her eyes opened widely, because he’d never asked her to do such a thing.

It was out of his routine …

She gaped, looking up at him with the same innocence and surprise, irking him,

‘ You know what you’re doing... why act surprised?’ He told himself,

“I said...open your mouth,” he muttered lowly, his sticky index finger's pad brushing over her bottom lip before dipping in, instantly greeting her mouth with a savory taste she quickly found to her liking.

A small groan emitted from her as his finger brushed over her tongue, his taste filling her taste buds with bliss, and for that moment, managing to make her forget the rule that kept her alive, instead driven to a high by the strange, yet erotic act.

She would have pondered more over his actions had it not been for the way his sweetness danced over her wet muscle, fogging her mind.

Watching, he let his middle finger slip within the warmth of her mouth, doing just the same as the first, moving in lax little motions that let her warm muscle move with freedom.

He’d then realized she was greedy, her tongue curling over his slim fingers with eagerness, the pointed tip digging between them to get a small taste of his previous release without having been told to do so.

‘I see then,’ He thought to himself, the lower part of his free palm pressed to her shoulder to push her down, forcing her to let go of his tended hand with a wet , ‘pop.’

He quickly fell to his knees, crawling to her until he was situated between her shaking legs, the man leering down to the little woman with the same curious eyes of a malicious, little feline as he crawled.

He was now interested, a sudden type of interest that made him feel daring.

Without a single second to waste his right hand tightly clamped over her mouth, pressed with full force while the other traveled down, soon meeting her warm overflowing wetness after he pulled apart her thin panties, the flimsy material not made to be so viscously handled.

Without shame the underside of his hand cupped over it to take in the radiating heat, feeling it for himself.

Instantly, she sucked in a harsh breath, her hands moving to take hold of his arm, desperately trying to pull it back by the forearm before it went any further and did anything else.

But it was all without success.

As a response the blonde emitted a low growl, somehow immobilizing her completely, the touch of what felt like phantom hands spreading her arms out to each side, allowing him to continue without a qualm.

Unable to hold himself back, he used the same hand which still retained her warmth to stroke himself, his hardened manhood yet again, excited.

The slickness of his previous release was still there, coaxing his hand with the mess, a tingling, little shockwave running along the line of his spine as he eyed her honeypot that was left for his eyes to gaze upon.

‘What is this feeling...this strange magnetic force?’ He wondered as he led his hand back to her slickened warmth.

Her body quivered as both his index and ring finger fell down to spread her lips, a protesting squeal muffled by his palm as his middle finger experimentally probed her small entrance, easily sliding within.

"Filthy," He grumbled, letting his index take part in the invasion, the two of his cum coated fingers slipping into her heat, slowly eased in until his knuckles were pressed against her warm flesh, "You’re a filthy mess," He told her with icy mockery, his blue eyes staring down onto her startled face, intently focused on her wide (e/c) colored eyes and their glimmering shine, the man swimming in the arousal they invaded him with.

'Slut, ' he mused.

"Is this what happens to you every time?... Every time you are meant to please me instead?" He asked her, receiving a frightened headshake as she denied the accusation, lying to him.

"Liar," He murmured, slowly opening his inserted fingers into a wide V, lowly sighing at the sweet resistance of her velvety walls as he stretched her.

"I could see it in your eyes," He told her, " I could tell by the pathetic, desperate manner you tried to hide it from me," He added while dipping his head down to her chest, nipping at the flesh above her collarbone, earning him a covered up squeal.

" And this here… This is proof you're a desperate, filthy whore," He maundered, adding a third finger, causing her body to writhe, a choked sob hushed by his still pressed hand.

She didn't fight back at the action, instead, she reacted upon it with a show of pleasure, her hands clawing at the floor, her knees both trying to come together to squeeze his hand closer, forcibly stopped as his body was there between them.

Her brain speared into overdrive, all of her reasoning flying out the window as finally, she was being touched by the man she desperately craved.

" I'm hard again," He told her with venom laced in his words, knowing she was to blame.

She was to blame for many things, one other being his lack of sleep.

He’d lost the ability to sleep comfortably unless she was pressed against him, pulled right into his embrace while she had already been lulled and slumbering.

Being the first to wake he’d pull away, his day starting off with exasperation the more and more it occurred.

And if that wasn't bad enough, he'd started smoking, sneaking them during his breaks at work because he just couldn’t calm himself, feeling erratic at the strange invading thought of her he had during those hours.

He would be restless and antsy all the while.

Was she still home?

Had she run off?

Did he have to chain her down?...Was it necessary to do so?

Did she think of him?

Did she eat?

Was she well entertained?

Did she need anything?

What is her favorite color?

He asked himself the stupidest questions, and such mindless pondering made him grow crossed.

"So now, you have to take care of it," He told her, " But of course you won't mind," he went on, feeling her desperately pulse around him, “Will you?” He asked without expecting any worded answer from her, especially not with his hand in the way.

But of course, there was one thing he did beg to know, one thing he itched to have answered because it’d so happen to be something he thought of throughout the day,

“You touch yourself, don’t you?” He asked, wanting to know if she’d been so lewd to please herself while he was left aching in his own desk, unable to grab his cock and relieve his want.

" When I'm gone… I can only assume you use your hands to touch this drenched hole," He accused her, his pace fast and unforgiving as she squirmed, messily groaning beneath his silencing press.

‘Tell me yes ; Admit it to me,’ He shuttered, teased by the fantasy of her rising her hips up to her own drenched fingers, moving just as helpless as she was now,

His hand shushing her then moved, gliding down to cup her chin as his thumb pressed itself against one side of the hollow of her cheek , digging into the soft flesh while on the other side, his index and middle did the same, leaving his last fingers to curl down her jaw with the same fierce grip,

" Answer me," he sneered, needing her to speak." You drive your fingers into your wet cunt when I'm away, don't you?" He interrogated her, already knowing the answer by the way she looked away, hiding her (e/c) colored orbs from him while simultaneously his fingers were given a soft, pleading squeeze.

'Just tell me already,' he inwardly whined, beginning to break.

“Are you mute?” He jeered, being less than kind with the thrusts, “Or simply stubborn? Or is it that you’re rude? Huh?” He went on, the command in his voice furthering her into bliss,

" Ah…. Ki..Kira!" she cried out, “ I…I do!" She finally admitted, crying out the truth to him, "It's true!," She proclaimed, moving her hips to the brisk, repeated movements of his fingers.

Little tears bubbled in her eyes as she was humiliated, left panting and needy while he continued to torture her,

And it was strange, but to hear her say his name, and in such a shameless cry, it made his stomach clench, his already hard cock springing, desiring nothing more than to be drenched by the same sopping heat his fingers were graced by.

He groaned, fingerfucking her until she cried out joyously, almost at the peak of her euphoric release.

His assaulting hand then fell out from her yearning pussy, instead traveling up to her flustered face, his soaked fingers smearing the juices of her excitement all over her lips until she opened her mouth wide, waiting to clean the wet mess without any say needed from his end.

Again, she complied, and he well understood the meaning behind each of her actions, finding himself to be pleased, slowly coming to terms with the little bud of want he'd felt that had begun to flourish, believing that perhaps it wasn't such a bad thing.

“You've been good…” he told her, truly meaning it, looking down into her (e/c) colored eyes with a present smile.

Past the annoyance he felt, he felt pride for her, and much more of himself for being the lucky man to snag her.

‘How perfect…

How sweet…’

She’d been so sweet to him, even before bringing her to his home. And perhaps that’s what’d made him so willing to drag her along with him, that overly sweet and kind nature that was so contrasting to all the other rotten women he’d come across.

'Oh darling… forgive my callous behavior with you,' he thought while reflecting back on his actions. 'Had I just accepted this love...Perhaps then you would have been spared of such lonesomeness.'

Tenderly, his hand then caressed her cheek, relishing in the softness, drawn in the by the loveliness of her face,

‘I would have saved myself all the trouble,’ He mused, understanding that it wasn’t entirely her fault that his life had been so altered. ‘If only I hadn’t been such a stubborn brute...If only I’d accepted you just as you did me,’

"(f/n)... sweet kitten," He sang, " Say my name again," he pleaded, his voice carrying a soft, little purr that made his chest vibrate along with the rumbles.

'I've been such an awful husband….but please...please allow me to show you I also crave you…I'll use all of you, just as you've wanted...'

His back straightened, his right hand tugging at his tie until it became undone,

‘ I’ll give myself to you... ‘ He thought while throwing the accessory aside, by then having the only article of clothing he wore be his button up shirt.

‘My love... be greedy with me... take in everything.’ he added while he unbuttered the top, soon left bare before the woman.

‘Is this body to your likening?

Is my form pleasing?

Are you ready to take me?

Oh (f/n),’

He ran his fingers through his wavy, golden locks, pushing them back from his face as they’d begun to obscure her sight from him.

It was then that he reached down for his leaking cock, aiming it towards her dripping wetness with a low heave, teasing her by gliding the head down her warmth, starting from her sweet, little button and ending down to her awaiting cavern,

“If I fuck you earnestly… would you say it again?” He asked her, “Would you so kindly utter my name again,” He asked with a little whine, pushing his stiff dick's head through her little entrance.

"Ah…(f/n) ….my sweet… My perfect, little wife…" he mewled.

It was all so perfect, the quiet peaceful life he wanted seeming to be finally achieved, and the notion furthered him into ecstasy,

' Yes...Yes…Yes…it's all so perfect,' he thought while finally settling into her, having been kind enough to let her adjust, moving only after she began to grind her hips up against his.

- And she saw stars.

After being left wanting and desperate for so long, then edged and needy, the sensation of his generous length finally stretching her had her throw her head back on to the ground,

"Yoshikage…" she breathed, ever so softly, sugar powdered over the name as she uttered it.

His slow, rhythmic pace hitched, a strong jerk forward earning a high whine from her that was horridly crewed.

He loved the quietness, and thus lived happier during those moments, but in that instant, he realized just how amazing she sounded as she cried out so obnoxiously.

'I need more of it,' he claimed while repeating the same action, earning him an equal response of elation, this time more filled with pleasure than surprise.

'My perfect love… ' he thought while repeatedly jerking his hips forward, met halfway by her less powerful thrusts which fell into synch with his, 'My only love,' he added as he slid his hand down, tickling her skin as he softly ran it over her belly and falling down further.

His traveling hand soon stopped, knowing when he'd landed at the perfect spot needed,

‘It’s here,’ he thought to himself, fingers pressed over her little, engorged clit. 'It's here that I'll break you, all in the namesake of love,'

“Say my name again… cry out to the world, “ he said with a wide grin, "Be unhinged…cry out loud, enough for the world to hear my name," he encouraged her, something he'd never thought was possible before,

“You’re… Yoshikage… Kira,” she responded, huffing out little mewls,

"No...No," he said while closing his eyes tightly, " louder...filthier…. Use your salacious tone as though your life depends on it!" He said while his two hands grabbed her thighs, his overgrown nails forming crescents over the soft flesh.

He pulled her even closer, as much as possible before he hooked her legs on each arm, his pace fast and desperate as sweat dripped down from his forehead, his entire body coated with the stickiness.

“ Yoshikage Kira !” She said with desperation, not haveing thought possible to reach such a pleasure until he put aggression into each dive, the wonderful curve of his cock repeatedly reaching her special spot, no longer teasing it with gentleness but full-on attacking it with each move he made.

“The one who's fucking your wet… soaking mess….” He muttered, responding back to her.

' Damn…' He huffed, hunched over her as he moved,

'I...can't...No...

I don't want to stop, ' he panted, not wanting to let their high end, but knowing it was almost over.

"Milk me dry," he told her. "Make no mess… not a single wasted drop," he added, his eyes rolling back as she met him in the final thrust.

‘My darling wife... you’re meant to take in all of my cum...’

Reacting upon pure instinct, his lips came down to hers, pressed together tightly as the last bits of his release shot within her,

" I'll use you from now on...Every bit of you," He warned her, looking deeply into her (e/c) colored eyes as she opened them to him. " So there's no need to use your pretty, little hands," He said while growing a sweet smile, his pink stained cheeks glowing.

Additional little happy end:

Her hands both moved, lightly shaking, the tremendous motion being something that could easily be overlooked. Slowly, they went up to his defined cheeks, stroking them lovingly, her fingers being busy by trailing the contours of his face during the intimate act.

It was something she'd do afterward

- it being the only caress she could provide him that wasn’t a carnal act of pleasure meant to please him.

Lately, she'd been looking forward to the only moment she could truly adore him, touching him as though they truly were lovers.

'Maybe I'm crazy,' She thought to herself, looking up at him, her (e/c) colored eyes staring at the man with unfeigned care. 'For me to want to reach up...Descend my lips on his,' She continued, her eyes fluttering close as she took in a soundless breath, resisting the urge.

'They look so soft … And I just wish they'd fall onto mine,' she longed, the earlier mash having proven to her that they were indeed soft, and much more holding a decadent taste.

But she didn't want to test her luck, not daring to claim one from him.

It was then that his lips fell onto the underside of her hand, causing her heart to bounce with elatedness despite how practiced it was by then.

It was yet another ritual they had, something she should have gotten used to already, but somehow, even during then, found her stomach invaded by a swarm of excited butterflies.

It took all of her will to hold in her pleased sounds, the aftermath of their lovemaking still present.

hidden by the silken, little nightgown her heat dripped with their mix of fluids, the overflowing mixture of their release both leaving her presently shaken.

And to add on to that, he was giving her such sweet kisses.

It just wasn't fair at all.

Because while her lust had been sedated, her heart was still left wanting, desiring him wholeheartedly.

Her eyes then opened up to see him, looking up at his face with the same adoring eyes she always did, whether he cared to know they existed or not.

During then, he smiled, the genuine expression being both boyish and sweet as well as innocent and pure.

His body then fell over hers, causing her to wheeze at the sudden fallen weight before he chuckled. He skimmed down, his head placed onto her chest as he inhaled a deep breath,

“Today…” he started, muttering the single word with a followed up sigh of disappointment, “ Today was a stressful day.” He revealed to her, yet again giving her palm another small, sweet press.

And as usual, she stayed silent, listening to his story, but it seemed as though there wasn't much to tell because he too fell into silence, living through the quiet along with her.

She wanted to tell him to continue, but knowing the rule of their arrangement, she instead swallowed down harshly, keeping the words to herself,

"Love?" He said airily, while lazily his eyes trailed up to her face, his typically piercing icicles warmed to liquid pools as he eyed her with expectancy,

‘Does he… does he want me to speak?’ She wondered, nervous, her stomach knotted as she was left in utter confusion.

Everything was all so sudden to her. Firstly there was the sudden sex, something she'd thought wasn't a possibility. And now, he seemed as though he wanted her to speak, converse with him as though she truly was there for him, every bit of her and not just her caressing hands,

“H-how?” She answered back, softly, and full of uncertainty.

And at the soft blow of air which was her response, he melted furthermore, somehow calmed even greater,

“ Ah,” He sounded, the little, airy sigh sounding pleased, “ Well...We have a new employee, and for whatever reason, I'm the one in charge of training the bumbling fool.” He explained, his brows knitted.

“ And he's nothing more than a complete moron, constantly pestering me for help, having yet to understand the work he'd sworn he’d done before on his resume." He added with frustration.

"He follows me everywhere... "

"That sounds awful," she said with understanding, listening to him with open ears.

"It was," He agreed, " And my back started to ache all the while," he continued on, pouting.

"Would you like me to massage you then?" She asked him, feeling more confident," Or I could just run you a warm bath with nice bubbles and-"

"Could I have both?" He asked her, pleading. "Ah… and...well... could you join me?" he added, sounding bashful at the request." Lather my body...massage my stiff muscles," he begged, rising up more to where his face was before hers,

"It would please me." He said with a small smile, hoping to convince her.

" But… I made dinner and by now...After we've spent all this time, um...together," She trailed off, her face flushed.

"You've yet to eat, and by now it's cold, " She explained, being apologetic.

"No worries," He said to her, " I could compromise with a reheated meal," He told her, "So long as you run me a bath and join me afterward," he said, getting up, pulling her along with him.

Her hands both landed on his naked chest, her (e/c) colored eyes blinking up at him with little hostage stars caught in the orbs,

"Are you certain..?" She asked him, her face married with joy, something he couldn’t overlook.

"A dutiful wife such as yourself," He started, "there's no doubt you've yet again made an exquisite meal for me," He told her.

"I wouldn't waste such a labor of love," He told her, drawing back, "I'm sure that it will taste just fine in an hour or two, besides," He said while his smile stretched out, deviousness glinting in his eyes, " I have another hunger only you can feed," He said while chuckling, his thumb pressed to the point of her chin as he held it, lifting it up to have her lips meet his.

Expecting a kiss she puckered her lips, eyes fluttered close as she was easily strummed by him, getting nothing in return but a playful snicker, his lips landing on the point of her nose instead.

"Yoshikage, please,” She said breathlessly, “let me do it all,” She insisted, her hands both clasped over his, “Please just relax, I’ll...I’ll do it all,” She went on, making him smile, shaking his head.

“Adorable,” he mused aloud, reaching down to hold her waist as he kissed her, his tongue teasing hers,

“My love...” he breathed, fully enamored by her.

Next Part (optional) : Going Out

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cuttlefishkitch · 4 years

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WOOO BOY did this piece take forever!! Say hello to an illustration I did for @gerrydelano‘s INCREDIBLE fic, Two Ships Passing!! It was so much fun to work on and the process was so wild I might end up doing a Making Of post about it. Anyway, enjoy and GO READ TSP!!!

image ID under the cut cause it’s LONG

[Image Description: A one-point perspective shot of a bookshelf, cluttered with memorabilia. There are three shelves visible, with a focus on the center. The image is composed of mostly de saturated blues and greys, with brighter instances of pink and purple scattered throughout.

Each item in the image is a direct reference to elements of two ships passing, some symbolic and some literal.

From left to right, there is a small, pink conch shell sitting on the shelf. Beside it is a blue mechanical pencil. Behind them is a mason jar, half-filled with seashells and with two pink carnations stuck inside, and a half-open box of glow-in-the-dark stars with a faded label written on a piece of tape. There are twelve of the stars stuck to the back of the center shelf.

Next is a beige hourglass. Inside the bottom half is a green triceratops, slowly being buried by sand. Leaning against the hourglass is a black, spiral-bound notebook. Balanced against that is a bottle cap with a duck carved into the top, and a safety pin hot-glued into the back. In front of that, there is another pink carnation, lying down on the shelf.

Next to the flower is a ship in a bottle, with pink and purple sails. Wound around the cork is a silver dragon claw necklace, clutching a purple stone.

Behind this, a paper book is propped up against the back of the shelf. The title reads TIME and PLACE, written above a drawing of Jon and Gerry as children, sitting behind the frill of a green triceratops. Taped to the wall next to the book, visible above the top of the ship in the bottle, is flash art of a traditional swallow tattoo, with a blue body and red wings.

Partially underneath the ship in a bottle, there is an indistinct Polaroid lying down on the shelf. In front of it is a diya, which is helping to keep another Polaroid balanced. This one is specifically a photo of Gerry as a child, lying on his back in the sand at the beach. One leg of his pants is wet from being splashed by the ocean, and he's holding a kite string, grinning with his eyes closed.

Taped to the bottom of the shelf are four photographs.

The first is of Tim, sitting on the ground with his hand on Ophelia's back. He's wearing a purple tank top that shows his arm band tattoos and worm scars. Batman sits behind him on the couch. Gerry's hand is visible in the bottom corner of the frame, his nails painted black and Absynthe wrapped around his wrist.

The second is of Gerry and Jon posing for a selfie. Portia stands behind Gerry doing bunny ears over his head, while Bridget is causing problems in the background. Gerry is wearing fishnet over a purple bralette, and Jon is wearing a pink collared shirt.

The third is a closer shot of Gerry and Jon, clearly a second try at taking that same selfie. Gerry's eyes are closed as he kisses Jon's temple, and Jon looks a little bashful.

The fourth is a photo of Gerry and Jon peering over the back of a laptop, which is set up to be on video call with Kira and Basil, Gerry's roommates from America. Kira has short, curly hair and has their eyes crossed, tongue sticking out. Basil has longer, green hair, compression gloves, and is voguing.

The bottom shelf is full of books in various colors, a few in the middle fallen over to lean against others. The top shelf more uniform, the books held in place by a purple agate bookend.

In the far left corner beside the bookend, a cobweb can be seen.

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Since you write for Jacob my hornyness must know.... how is he in bed? Is he like Micheal rough, or maybe gentle like Bubba can be? Give us all the nasty details my slasher lord.🤤 ( PS. I love you and your work! I send prayers your way to keep you in good energy and health ❤️) ~ Ant

oh god . okay .

jacob is . . . sex with jacob is . . . okay . so . . . first off . . . you have to understand . jacob was heavily shamed and abused for wanting to feel pleasure . for looking at girls . it’s sensitive subject . in the movie , just looking at kira has him hot and bothered , rubbing himself and panting without shame for a few moments until kira calls him a pig and he has flash backs .

it can go one of two ways for your first time , and honestly every time after .

the first way is shamelessly lost in lust and dazed . he’ll just be staring at you , which he often does , and there’s this fog of neediness that comes over him , he’ll feel himself twitch and swell and he doesn’t think , he just starts rubbing himself , panting as he stares at you . and you don’t even have to be undressed , just you , just your presence is enough to rile him up . in this case , he’s too dazed and lost to be ashamed , his want for you so obvious . and if seeing him staring at you intently , rubbing himself and grunting for you gets you hot and bothered too ? well , you might need to take matters into your own hands . quite literally .

don’t bother calling him over , just slowly make your way to him , let him watch you . gently place your hand over his , he’ll stutter his movements and let out a deep moan for you , just let your hand rest on his , gently moving to take over . his fists will be clenched tight as you start stroking him , body teeming with unbridled lust and want as he pants harshly . slip your hand into his pants , take him and give him a nice stroke . literally lead him to the bed , the couch , any surface you want to have your first time against , by his cock . he’ll follow , drunk on lust for you . you’re so pretty , so soft , your hands so perfect against him . he’s so close , just keep touching him .

don’t worry if he cums , this man has pent up desire wounded so tight that he’ll be twitching in your hand in a matter of seconds . please , for the love of god , tell him how handsome he is . how pretty he is . tell him that he’s your love and you want him in the gentlest way possible . he’ll look so relieved and starved at the same time . now remember , he’s never had sex before . and . . . well , he probably hasn’t had a lot of time to really look between someone’s legs before that weren’t his own . it’s your job to guide him in touch and exploration .

let him fall to his knees , and spread your legs for him , pet his head and tell him it’s okay , he can look and touch and taste if he wants , and he will . in this lustful state of mind he doesn’t hold back . it’s up to you to make sure he doesn’t go to far too fast . this is also the best time for prep for you . the boy is big . eight inches of thick perfect cock , not veiny and pale pink and smooth , uncut and it will throb in your hand . definitely a shower not a grower . and it will take some prep . if you haven’t gotten to cleaning and manicuring his nails , his tongue and your own fingers are the way to go , other wise let him explore the inside of you with curious digits .

once you’re prepper enough , tug the man up , have him leans over you , guide that monster of a cock to your entrance . look at him , he needs to see your face , your eyes . he wants to watch you as he takes you for the first time ( and every time ) . he’s not . . . not going to be able to be the gentlest . He won’t be able to resist your tight , silken , wet heat . He’s going to shove in harshly with one go, grunting as his hips stutter in shallow thrusts . Just cup his face and whimper his name , he’ll look to you and still , letting you adjust before you give him permission to move . but when you do , in this lustful high jacob won’t be slow . hands on either side of your head , one of you hands wrapped around his wrist , the other around his neck , he will rock into you with such force that it might damn near break the base of whatever you’ve chosen to fuck on . he’s giving in to pleasure , to sin . And you’ll find that it’s oh so delicious . after reaching both your peaks , you need to praise him , thank him , hold him . he needs to know he did a good job , that you wanted it , that you’re so happy . make it less of a sin , make it something more .

the second way this could happen , and like i stated early that this might happen often until you find a way to completely convince this brainwashed man that sex between the two of you is not something to be ashamed of , is with well , being ashamed . he gets hard , he’s been looking at you , cuddling you , listening to you talk , and he feels himself twitch to life . flash backs of his mother , the shame rising in him and making him all but push you away , wanting to turn and hide himself because he can’t taint you with his sinful thoughts .

be careful , be slow . this man is delicate . gently touch his arm . if you felt him , or saw him grow hard and you think it’s time that you try and encourage some healthy physical attention then tell him it’s okay . you might have to cup his face , might have to nuzzle in , looking into those beautiful eyes of his and stroking those cheeks . that pained expression on his face is heart breaking , slowly kiss it away . tell this man it’s okay . that you are happy that he gets excited . that you're not scared or ashamed . that you don’t think he’s bad for getting worked up . ask him if he wants you to help him . tell him you want to help him . sit him down . let his legs spread . be slow and careful as you it in his lap , undoing his belt and taking him out . he might whine , might make noises , might look away . just remind him that he’s pretty , that he’s good . that this isn’t bad . and tell him that if he wants to stop you will . consent is key .

gently stroke him . and i mean it . no fast and desperate and needy , this isn’t the time for that . this is slow , drawn out , loving . you’re cherishing this man right now . stroke him right until he’s about to cum , don’t let him . he might be confused , but guide his hand to your lower belly , tell him you want him to cum inside you . you’ll see a flushed look on that man’s face , eyes wide . , guide his hand lower , get lube if you need it , and let him touch , if you have to use your own fingers due to reasons previously discussed , that’s fine . he’ll occupy himself with the other parts of your sex , in awe by how soft and responsive you are . even if his movements are skittish and shy .

once nice and prepped move over his lap , straddle him , guide his cock to your prepped entrance and slowly , slowly take him . inch by inch . moment by moment . his head will fall forward , a sobbed moan leaving him , his arms wrapped around your waist to pull you closer to him . this is all he’s ever wanted . you’re all he’s ever wanted .

ride him , ride him slow no matter how much you want to speed things up . as you bounce and roll your hips , guide those big hands up , have him cup your face , look into his eyes and tell him how good he feels , how much you love him . how you only want him . the intensity and affection and vulnerability you’ll find might make you cry , it’s okay he’s crying too . he’s going to let out a loud , thunderous grunt of pleasure when he cums , tugging you impossibly close and nearly crushing you to him . if he cums before you , just touch yourself , until you find release , the way you squeeze around him will make him sob all the more , and honestly you can’t blame him for losing himself in a sensation he has always viewed as wrong . you need to give him after care to the max . even if it’s hours of just laying in bed and sharing kisses and praising him . he needs it .

i hope this was okay , lmao .

#eternalant #jacob goodnight #jacob goodnight imagine #jacob goodnight x reader #slasher #slashers #slasher imagine #slashers imagine #slasher x reader #slashers x reader

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slashersins-abandoned · 3 years

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@eternalant asked :

jacob is … sex with jacob is … okay . so … first off … you have to understand . jacob was heavily shamed and abused for wanting to feel pleasure . for looking at girls . it’s sensitive subject . in the movie , just looking at kira has him hot and bothered , rubbing himself and panting without shame for a few moments until kira calls him a pig and he has flash backs .

it can go one of two ways for your first time , and honestly every time after .

don’t worry if he cums , this man has pent up desire wounded so tight that he’ll be twitching in your hand in a matter of seconds . please , for the love of god , tell him how handsome he is . how pretty he is . tell him that he’s your love and you want him in the gentlest way possible . he’ll look so relieved and starved at the same time . now remember , he’s never had sex before . and … well , he probably hasn’t had a lot of time to really look between someone’s legs before that weren’t his own . it’s your job to guide him in touch and exploration .

once you’re prepper enough , tug the man up , have him leans over you , guide that monster of a cock to your entrance . look at him , he needs to see your face , your eyes . he wants to watch you as he takes you for the first time ( and every time ) . he’s not … not going to be able to be the gentlest . He won’t be able to resist your tight , silken , wet heat . He’s going to shove in harshly with one go, grunting as his hips stutter in shallow thrusts . Just cup his face and whimper his name , he’ll look to you and still , letting you adjust before you give him permission to move . but when you do , in this lustful high jacob won’t be slow . hands on either side of your head , one of you hands wrapped around his wrist , the other around his neck , he will rock into you with such force that it might damn near break the base of whatever you’ve chosen to fuck on . he’s giving in to pleasure , to sin . And you’ll find that it’s oh so delicious . after reaching both your peaks , you need to praise him , thank him , hold him . he needs to know he did a good job , that you wanted it , that you’re so happy . make it less of a sin , make it something more .

be careful , be slow . this man is delicate . gently touch his arm . if you felt him , or saw him grow hard and you think it’s time that you try and encourage some healthy physical attention then tell him it’s okay . you might have to cup his face , might have to nuzzle in , looking into those beautiful eyes of his and stroking those cheeks . that pained expression on his face is heart breaking , slowly kiss it away . tell this man it’s okay . that you are happy that he gets excited . that you’re not scared or ashamed . that you don’t think he’s bad for getting worked up . ask him if he wants you to help him . tell him you want to help him . sit him down . let his legs spread . be slow and careful as you it in his lap , undoing his belt and taking him out . he might whine , might make noises , might look away . just remind him that he’s pretty , that he’s good . that this isn’t bad . and tell him that if he wants to stop you will . consent is key .

#jacob goodnight #jacob goodnight imagine #jacob goodnight x reader #slasher #slashers #slasher imagine #slashers imagine #slasher x reader #slashers x reader

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