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chainsofgoldandash · 11 months

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Say Nothing, You’re Mine 🌟🌟🌟

“You have some nerve, my dear.”

Smack.

“You thought you could get away with being such a little slut out in public, hm?”

Pinch.

“Looks like I’ll have to remind you who you belong to, won’t I, my dear?”

Thrust.

Your cries, muffled only by your shirt, balled up in your mouth, were for him. Only him. He’d let you scream out his name later, of course…but for now?

Your ass was his.

Hands at your hips, keeping you still, Time took extra care to ensure you wouldn’t try and squirm away from him. Keeping his movements achingly slow at the start, only frustrated him more. He lasted all of about 2 minutes before he realised something—you were his. You weren’t going anywhere.

Why not take his sweet time with you? Why not abuse your tight little hole to the point of tears? You were practically begging for it anyways. Moaning and whimpering for him like the perfect little slut you were. Keening at his every thrust, rutting up against him like a dog.

Goddess above, you were gorgeous.

“You know better than to be talking to strangers, don’t you Love?”

Thrust.

Your fingers clawed at the bed sheets beneath you, no doubt ruined from round after round of your boyfriend’s ruthless pursuit of your submissiveness. Not that you didn’t give into him right away—but he enjoyed the chase.

In truth, you’d been awfully lonely lately. The boys had been running Time ragged, leaving little time for escapes. So…naturally that tension built up.

So, if flirting with a stranger was the way to satisfy both of your tensions…so be it. It’s not like you were complaining. With your boyfriend’s cock stretching you out so painfully slow, but hard and rough, you were far from complaint.

He thrust into you hard, again, so forcefully his grip on your hip slipped, and he slid forward to land on your back. However, in doing so, he hit an entirely new angle within you, earning both a hot groan from the man above you, and a loud cry from you. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, and you tried, desperately, to grind your hips into him.

Time looked down at you with wide eyes. He grabbed your hips, tight, and tears slipped at the thought that he was going to hold you down again. Instead, he lifted them into the air, and started fucking you so hard, rough, and fast, that you creamed all over him in just a few thrusts.

Loud, muffled, cries of raw ecstasy were spilling from your mouth around your tunic like a waterfall, driving Time over an end he hadn’t even known he possessed. Your entire lower half burned in pleasure as you came, though Time wasn’t done. His brows furrowed, his one good eye narrowing, as he shuffled again. This time, throwing one leg over his shoulder, and holding it in one arm, as his other hand held down the other leg, and he continued his powerful assault on your throbbing, heated cunt.

“Fuck—Darlin’, you’re so beautiful—”

His thrusts became sloppy, and tears streamed down your cheeks as overstimulation made everything tingle and burn. Your hips jolted and jerked as he continued to thrust into you, hard and fast. Your fists nearly tore the sheets, and your toes curled. Your sex throbbed with electricity and warmth, and goddess above you wanted to touch yourself so badly.

Another loud cry left your throat, muffled by your tunic. Time tore it from your mouth then, and used that hand to rub and fondle your sex in time with his thrusts, earning another loud, long, guttural moan which was torn from your throat. The sound of skin slapping hard against skin was otherworldly, and one of your hands flew up to one of your nipples, pinching, squeezing, and pulling. Time watched, mouth watering, his right eye opening, even, to watch you.

Watching you make yourself feel good as he pounded into you. Watching the way your fingers deftly pinched and pulled at the hardened little bud. Watching as your mind melted away into a state of raw bliss, in its purest form.

Watching as you came again, but this time, the result was so powerful it painted his lower abdomen in your release, and he came deep inside you, followed by a low, guttural, groan. He collapsed over you, your chests heaving. Your pinks were flushed a deep scarlet hue, eyes half-lidded and hazy as Time kept fucking his seed further up into you, before finally pulling out, satisfied that barely any of it dripped.

Putting a hand down on your chest, he said one final thing before he took one of your nipples between his teeth.

“It’ll be one denial for every drop that spills, Love.”

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#Time #Time x fem!Reader #x Reader #chainsofgoldandash #minors dni #18+#former fairgrounds post #cw: degradation #Level 5

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poly-yandere-lovers · 26 days

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Soma x Enma: Carving

WARNINGS: Knife play, blood, stabbing, degrading, hair pulling, impact play

Enma's knee bounces in annoyance as Soma rubs his cheek against their leg. "Soma," They growl out his name in warning. "Enma, please!! I need you!!" He whines, scooching closer. He stops when his crotch ends up right above eir foot. Enma sighs and snaps at him, "You disgustingly needy fool." They grab his ponytail and stands from eir chair. Ei yank him away from their desk, making him yelp. "I'll give you the attention you so crave, you filthy slut," Enma glares down at Soma as they speak. He just smiles dopily up at eir.

Ei throw him down to the ground, "Remove your clothes, now." Soma trips over himself to take off his clothes, revealing his drooling pussy. Scars litter his body along with a handful of thin, fresh cuts. "You truly can't control yourself, can you?" Enma asks, slightly amused. "Never~" Soma answers with a giddy smile. Enma slaps him, making him whimper sweetly. "Do not speak until you are permitted, pest," Ei scold. He nods, biting at his lips and wiggling in his spot. "Stay," Enma instructs, pointing down at him. Soma nods frantically. Ei swiftly leave, their bare feet padding softly on the hardwood. He whimpers like a wounded puppy, but stays put.

Seconds later Enma returns with a sharpened knife. They approach Soma and grab his chin, angling it upward. His mismatched eyes gleam with excitement. Ei hold the blade to his throat and watch as he swallows down a accumulation of his saliva. Enma presses the knife into Soma gently, then whips away, leaving behind a small cut. He whimpers again. "If I cut deeper, I could kill you. I still need you, so you can not die yet," Ei explain. Soma still pouts but doesn't try to argue. "Good," Enma pats his head.

Ei reposition the knife, aiming at his shoulder. Without any warning or decorum, ei press the tip into the flesh. A thin trickle of blood rolls down his arm. They withdraw it and kneel in front of the taller man. It makes him sit up straighter. Enma stabs into Soma's thigh roughly, causing him to gasp. They slam his mouth shut with a barely audible clack. "Silence, remember?" Enma reminds him, twisting the knife harshly. Ei carve through the tissue and muscle, connecting several cuts along the way. When ei pull it out, the wound gushes blood. They bring the knife to their lips and licks some of the blood from it.

"Even your blood is disgusting, you know that, Soma?"

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filthybg3confessions · 4 months

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confession: I want to be Gale's student in magic and have him teach me all kinds of lessons, preferably the many many uses of mage hand while I am forced face down on the desk. I am just a dumb little whore and don't know any better so I have to listen to him teach me.

#bg3 confession #bg3 gale #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #cw: dumbification #cw: student/teacher #professor gale #cw: degradation #filthybg3confessions

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cas-backwards-tie · 1 year

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Just Like Me Masterlist

Five Hargreeves x Sparrow!Samantha

Summary: Practically ostracized from the Sparrow Academy due to the 'Ice Cube Incident', you're more than eager to solve the mystery at foot when the Umbrella Academy shows up. Will your family praise you for taking initiative on the case, or will they continue to go over your head with their own plans as a team?

Warnings: Cursing, Violence, Anxiety, Insecurity, Angst, Complicated Family Relationships, Degradation, Fighting, Injuries, Insults, Name-Calling, Kidnapping, Manhandling, Threats, Underage Drinking, Alcohol, Inference to Sexual Assault (nothing happens),

A/N: Samantha is my OC. Attributes scarcely described and written in more of a reader style, however, her backstory will be revealed throughout the series. There are moments when they use her name, but for the most part I try to avoid it.

Chapters: The Intrusion | The Hostage | Face To Face | Mission Awry

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sinigangsta-ao3 · 5 months

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If we’re getting close and personal with weird kinks, this is very specific attack on school castes, but I think Eren would have this big spit kink going on for goth Mikasa. This is normie Eren we’re talking about he’s a hopeless loser with goth girl fetish, she’d buy her bath water if she sold it online, of course he wants her spit. Things would change a bit as he grows into mean manbun Eren tho

cw: spit kink, mentions of bodily fluid, minor degradation

my fave hc of normie eren is that he looks like an unassuming dork, but he’s really a grade-a freak. like super into weird shit so i def think a spit kink is up his alley. while he’s staring at the cute goth girl, yes, he’s daydreaming about how pretty she is, but his mind eventually takes a weird turn (bc it’s eren) and he just imagines her looming over him and spitting into his mouth. and agree: he would probably have passing thoughts about collecting bits and pieces of her — her spit, her hair, her bath water.

mikasa would find it endearing, i think lol. a sweet little personality quirk of her dark knight! she’d probably even gift him some of her blood as a present!

okay, now tell me more about what happens when he becomes mean man bun eren…! (which i like to think of as the stage when he gets super angsty and tired of wearing the clothes his mom picks; this is the stage when he’s trying to assert himself “as a man” 💀)

#eremika #normie eren x gothkasa get dirty #cw: sp!t #cw: bodily fluids #cw: degradation

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crybaby-bkg · 2 years

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Week Two, Day Four of Kinktober 2022

Crush Kink: Jujutsu Kaisen: Nanami Kento

Word Count: 1.1K

Tags: crush fetish, being stepped on kink, shoe/high heel fetish, degrading (m!receiving), slight humiliation (m!receiving), ejaculation in pants, dom reader, premature ejaculation

“Beg for it, Mr. Nanami.” You sneer down to the blond haired, boring looking professor. He’s not as he seems though, with his tight face and even tighter tied tie. He looks strict, uptight, snooty you could even dare call him, but really, the man is everything but in his spare time. His spare time being paying you to step on him in unusually high heels for an hour every Thursday night in his decked out penthouse.

It’s not a job you ever imagined you’d have, but it pays good money. You don’t have penetrative sex with anyone, just fulfill unusual and taboo kinks, of course with hard limits. Most are usually just that—unusual, but not necessarily weird or off putting. Sometimes it gives you a rush of power, even if it’s something you’re not typically into.

“You know I don’t beg.” The blond male says firmly, as firm as he can in the position he’s in. He kneels before you in front of his bed, thick thighs spread in his uniformed tan slacks, blue button up popped with a few unbuttoned pieces, tie loose around his neck, those infamous glasses he always wears forgotten, hair disheveled. It was a pleasure watching him come in from work and try to get out of his clothes, surprised to see you already sat in his bed, despite leaving the door unlocked specifically for you this morning.

But it’s even better to watch the pristine man beg.

“Aww, cmon,” you pout at him, crossing one leg over the over, watching how Kento watches you closely. He swallows when your foot flexes in your shoe, ankle dangling a little when you sigh again.

“You think I’m just gonna give it to you without you asking for it like a good boy?” You tease, head tilting, smile widening. Kento frowns at you the best he can with how shallow his breath has become, his fringe hiding soft and desperate eyes. You won’t crack though, and level him off with a stare until he huffs and breaks down.

“Please, step on me.” Kento mutters, eyes casted low before he looks at you again. He’s trying so hard to act so nonchalant about the entire thing, but you can see the strain in his slacks, can see the bulge begging to be freed from its confinements. You smile at him, merciful, placing the tip of your heeled shoe under his chin to lift it and smile even wider when he gives you an entire body shiver.

“Knew you had it in you.” You praise, leaning forward to rake a hand through his hair before you pull back and finally give him what he wants. Kento told you early on that he wasn’t a fan of the teasing, the foreplay. Just wanted to get this whole thing done and over with so that the shame of it all couldn’t catch up to him fast enough. It saddens you a little, but it’s also sweet as hell to watch a grown man crumble so fast just from stepping on his cock.

And that’s what you do, without hesitation, without a moments pause. Kento groans and buckles over at your swiftness, at the feeling of the ball of your foot pressed so heavily on the shaft of his cock. You lean back on your hands, head rested on your shoulder as you look down on him from your nose.

“Such a perv, Mr. Nanami,” you poke at the older man, knowing he’s not as sharp tongued or witted when you’ve got your foot on his cock, knows he’s prone to short responses and breathy stutters. It does more to you than it honestly should, makes your cunt drip in your underwear, to watch such a powerful and sturdy and self gathered man crumble so easily at your, well, foot.

“Do your students know about your little fetish? How you like it when I step on your fat cock?” He gasps under his breath at that, head tucked into his strong chest as he keeps his balled fists on his thighs like the obedient man he is. He knows not to touch unless given specific directions, but you can tell it kills him, can tell he wants to grab at your shin and rut his cock against the underside of your shoes. But he’s so, so good, and he sits there and takes it, takes it all.

“They don’t know,” Kento answers you with a gasp, completely buckled over now, hands splayed on the ground in front of him as you start rubbing a little harder where you feel his tip lays. Still answers you, even though he’s so quick to cum already. What a shame, you think, frowning, as you slide your foot up until the pointy part of your sharp and high heels digs slightly into the fatness of the man’s cock. Kento groans loud, body shuddering and bucking, as he starts rocking his hips against your shoe.

“Can’t believe you pay me so much money to step on such a pretty cock, only for you to cum in under five minutes. Such a shame.” You sigh, leaning back fully on his bed until you rest on your elbows. One foot rests on Kento’s cock, letting him do all the work to get himself off, the other propped up on his thigh, heel digging into the meat of it but he doesn’t complain. Only gasps a little louder, groans a little harder, his head finally throwing itself back so that he can look at you. He always does this whenever he’s about to cum, like he needs to see your mean sneer and disapproving glare to finally reach orgasm.

“I’m sorry,” he mutters, eyes screwed shut before he forces them open again, hips still rocking against your shoe. “I’ll try to last longer next time.”

“Like you don’t say that every time.” You roll your eyes at him, pouting, putting more pressure on his cock until you’re sure it hurts. Kento seems to love it though, as his hips buck erratically like he’s seconds away from coming.

“Just hurry up and cum so I can blow your money on a new pair of heels. Bet you’ll like that though, you perverted freak.” You smile at him, wide and mean, and that’s what finally sends the blond man over the edge. Kento groans, rough and low in his throat, head tucked into his chest again as you feel his cock tensing and jerking underneath your heel from how hard you’re pressing on him.

You wait until he finally catches his breath to remove your foot and sit up. Kento huffs one last time before he throws his head back to look at you, still fully dressed but more disheveled than ever. You look down and catch the growing wet spot on his slacks, thinking to yourself, that maybe there’s no harm in breaking that no touching rule if it’s with your favorite customer.

#crybaby.bkg.kinktober #Nanami treats! 🍬#—new treat in the streets! 🍫#cw: humiliation #cw: degradation

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emdarkfics · 2 years

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#fic rec

lie in silence, and call it survival by anonymous

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39842445

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#cw: degradation #day 4: dark and degrading #emdarkfics #fic rec

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filthybg3confessions · 4 months

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Confession: cannot stop thinking about being raphael's personal little pet. he doesn't need all those other debtors and servants at all. i can walk on all fours for him and beg. he can piss on me. he can break my spine.

#bg3 confessions #bg3 raphael #cw: piss kink #cw: violence #cw: degradation #filthybg3confessions #baldur's gate 3

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thestarsarebrighterinthistown · 10 months

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Younghwi's time in the Crescent coven was purely survival. With his curse repressing most of his magic, he fell to the mercy of the Crescent leader Foster, a heretic who enjoyed collecting familiars as trophies. During his time there, Younghwi learned the pecking order quickly and detached himself from anyone and everyone, his only goal to survive and somehow escape. It was there he met Sofia, a fellow familiar and one of Foster's favorites. He would also meet Rose, a coven member he'd end up murdering--and he'd pay the price for that dearly.

cw: implied abuse, sw + coercion into sexual favors, degradation (mild), dubious consent

--- “Ah! A-ah! Fuck, wait! I’m, I-I’m--!"

Her muffled pants against the pillow turned to a loud gasp of ecstasy as she went limp underneath him. His hand, wrapped firmly around the back of her neck, slid up to tangle into her hair as he planted rough kisses around her jaw.

She chuckled breathlessly, her eyes fluttering closed as his fingers tightened around her dark, damp locks.

“You need to go easy on me,” she joked, but her words faltered a little in another gasp as he pulled her head back up from the pillow by her hair.

“You deserved that,” he growled against her ear, husky and dripping with a sultry contempt. “Why should I go easy on you?”

She nodded quickly, turning enough to meet his shadowed heavy eyes with her doe ones. “I’ll be good,” she breathed. “I promise.”

“Mhm,” he purred, his hand sliding to her shoulder to yank her over onto her back and grab her chin firmly in his broad fingers. “You know promises won’t stop me from punishing you, you little whore.”

Her cheeks bloomed with warmth as her eyes widened, hands twisting at her sides in the sheets. “Then punish me,” she whined. “Show me how bad I’ve been.”

“Rose!”

The door to the bedroom was suddenly thrown open, stark light flooding into the dim candlelit interior and making both their heads snap up. A figure, almost large enough to take up the entirety of the door, stepped in and flipped the light switch.

In the new light, he barely afforded Younghwi a passing disgusted glance before his attention fell on the frail women still trapped underneath him.

“There you are. Stop rolling around with the familiars at 2pm and come help pack the cars,” he barked. “Foster already has people keeping tabs on you, do you want to give him another reason to make trouble?”

She huffed in annoyance, pushing Younghwi off her firmly with one shove and pulling the covers over her. She looked even worse in the light than the dark. There was a bulgy sort of curve to her nose that reminded Younghwi of a bird, like a vulture.

“You’re a pervert,” she muttered.

“God, you think I give a shit?” The man gave a scathing look to Younghwi as he turned to leave. “He’s going to kick your ass if he finds out you’re playing with his toys, Rose.”

“Then don’t tell him,” she snapped, and her voice had gone up a breathy octave in a way that made Younghwi’s skin crawl. “Please?”

“Jesus.” The man grabbed the door handle, his nose wrinkling as he gave them both one more once-over. “Just bring the familiar back to him, he was looking for it too. You know, if you think he hasn’t started to put two and two together already, you’re an idiot.”

“Just get out. I’ll be there in five,” Rose grumbled.

The door closed with another muttered complaint and Rose began to spit out a string of curses under her breath as she threw the sheets aside, sliding out of the bed and grabbing her shirt from the floor. Her limbs were like twigs, her skin so pale it was almost blue, like she had never seen the sun.

Like a hairless cat, was all Younghwi could think. He watched her dress silently, waiting for her to acknowledge his presence again. His chest was aching, each movement like needles of ice into his skin, and his hand went reflexively over the scabbing wounds that decorated his torso.

Her influence with the handlers was something he had only learned of recently, after a particularly nasty reprobation. She had arrived with the newcomers and taken a liking to him just like she did most of the men in the coven, but he hadn’t thought anything of it. A lot of women seemed to give him attention, he had grown accustomed to it.

He hadn’t dared to believe her at first when she said she could get his reprobation days erased, but after the first time the feeling of going to bed somewhere other than the infirmary had made this arrangement more and more regular. And it was good, as long as he didn’t think about anything else, the slick of her sweat on his skin, the smell of her shampoo that seemed to stick with him a little too long.

He felt his stomach lurch with the throb of his scars and just swallowed hard.

“I’m going to kill everyone in this stupid fucking coven,” Rose was cursing, pulling her shirt over her head as she glanced up in Younghwi’s direction. That bird face twisted in rage in a moment and she jerked her chin toward him. “What the fuck are you staring at?”

What did I do? Younghwi wondered irritably, but he knew better than to say anything. He just turned away, sliding off of the damp sheets and searching for where his own clothes had landed.

“Tell Foster that you’re going to ride with me,” she said as she finished dressing and began to look for her phone. “If he asks why, just remind him that he was supposed to give me a familiar last month and conveniently forgot.”

He knew that all too well. The familiars had all been murmuring to each other about who would get "picked" for Foster's new favorite. Younghwi had figured it would be him. Foster liked to keep all the females to himself, and aside from him there were only a few other choices. But after this arrangement, Rose wouldn't let it be any other way.

“I don’t think he’ll like that,” Younghwi said. That statement would have earned him ten days of reprobation at least, which would have defeated the whole point of this afternoon. But they both knew it was true. She only laughed drily.

“Yeah, I bet he won’t.” Of course she didn’t give a second thought what would happen to him. Her irrational rage had melted away as fast as it had come, and as Younghwi gathered up his clothes from the floor he could feel her eyes burrowing into his back. “And what about you, will you like it?”

He had just put his pants on when he looked up at the question, eyes darting cluelessly. “Does it matter what I like?” he asked.

She smiled coyly, shrugging a little as she slipped her phone into her back pocket and walked over to him. “I’d like to know that you like it,” she purred. “I want you to look at me and only think about tearing me apart.”

Well, that’ll be true at least. “Would you like that?” he asked her. His voice dropped an octave, his eyes raking over her features in an dark expression that was, at this point, almost muscle memory. “Do you want men to look at you like the piece of meat you are?”

Her eyelids flared in exhilaration at that line, and she just smiled sweetly. “Just you, baby.”

It really was that easy. All that manic anger, dissolved in an instant. He could still see it, sizzling just below the surface, but it didn’t matter if he held the off switch in his hands.

“We’ll see how you behave,” he told her, and she hummed in satisfaction.

She reached out to grab his neck, pulling him down to a long kiss before turning away and gathering up the rest of her things. "Wait ten minutes, and then follow me out. If you tell anyone, I'll kill you," she chirped over her shoulder, and he watched her go out the door faster than he could reply.

Fear turned his stomach despite himself as he waited. Ten minutes. That was a long time, and they were already late. What if Foster thought he had been up to something? The idea of getting turned back over to the handlers...

Younghwi moved to blow out the candles and sucked in a sharp breath as the shift sent a burst of friction through his body. He was still rather hard, and Rose hardly cared whether he finished or not. Most days the very idea of that was repulsing enough to make him as limp as a rag doll.

A strained whine of frustration trickled from his nose--of course there was no bathroom in Rose's room, either. He sat down on the side of the bed, trying to ignore the thoughts that snaked into his mind unbidden with each heartbeat pulse through his body. Warmth he could melt into. Features and soft angles. A delicate, small frame to hold and not abuse. An ear to whisper sweet and gentle things into...

Dwelling on it was useless, and he pushed those thoughts out of his mind with another soft groan. He wasn't allowed to touch himself, and certainly not anyone else.

Finally ten minutes passed, though there was little relief as the knot of burning frustration in Younghwi's chest only twisted tighter. There was nothing else he could do but rejoin with the others, and at the very least he'd be leaving this room. Maybe he could stall for time on the way over, change his clothes from yesterday's so no one would ask any questions--

As soon as he stepped out of Rose's dorm, a small figure collided into his chest and he instictively reached out to steady them. His broad hands closed firmly around small, pale shoulders, and mortification dropped to his toes as their eyes met.

"Oh! Everyone's looking for you," she said, her voice bright but soft, and far too knowing. Her eyes darted to the door he had come from, but she said nothing else--her snow-white hand rose to adjust the straps of her shirt, and Younghwi could see the red angry corners of her curse for just a moment before the fabric covered it. Indulgently heavy-handed, no doubt carved by Foster himself.

Embarrassment was closing its fist around his chest, but even more so a pang of anxiety that made him scan the hallway, one hand pulling her closer to the wall. Surprise flitted over her features, her eyebrows raising as she felt into the firm movement.

"Sofia," he murmured. The throbbing deep in his abdomen surging even lower as he felt her soft doe eyes bore into his. "Where's your handler?"

"He sent me to find you. They want us to load the truck." She paused. "Well, you. And Akira, apparently his foot is healed enough."

Sofia. Always the worrier. It got her into too much trouble.

Younghwi's tongue ran over his mouth, which had gone very dry. He willed his attention anywhere but her eyes, his fingers releasing her narrow shoulders and dropping to his sides. He already felt bad enough for grabbing her--she hated being touched by anyone, all the familiars knew that.

Sofia waited another moment before she finally ventured, "are you okay? I saw Rose leaving."

Younghwi felt something like anger toward Rose flush in his cheeks pink, though it was hard to distinguish from the rest of the unbearable warmth in his chest. Hopefully it wasn't apparent.

"Of course I'm okay," he assured her. His voice was still a little hoarse, and it made his cheeks flush darker.

From the way Sofia's gaze darted to the floor, she could certainly tell too. She wasn't one to get flustered about those things, but the idea of her feeling shy at the thought of him... He swallowed hard, a pang of guilt tamping down the thought before he could indulge it.

"I haven't seen you around as much, Younghwi," she murmured. "I heard you've been spending more days in the main dorms. Is it just her?"

"Don't worry about me," he urged softly. She was a smart girl, as young a familiar as she was. And one of the newest. "Just get back to the handlers and tell them I'm coming."

She obviously wanted to press him more, but she only gave a short nod and turned to scamper back down the hallway. Younghwi allowed himself to watch her leave, pushing any other thoughts from his mind. Watching over her was second nature. It was his job.

Still, he was happy to see her. He wasn't sure how often he felt that way about anyone anymore.

#oc:sofia #oc:younghwi #oc:rose #cw: sw #cw: implied abuse #cw: degradation #cw: dubious consent #my ocs #my characters #ocs

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nobelisha · 10 months

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wish a ghost was violating me in public and there was nothing I could do about it.

when I’m in the fitting room, disembodied hands pass through my panties, fingering my cunt and playing with my clit until i soak the material, forcing me to buy it.

at work, hands groping my tits, massaging and pinching my nipples, forcing me to hold back tears and moans.

on my way home, shoved into an alley, pants pulled down and spanked without mercy until i’m crying.

in a public restroom, taking my panties away, ripping them to shreds or carrying them far far away, so i’m forced to walk around with the knowledge that my cunt is bare

never letting me cum unless i’m in public. only giving me enough time to hide behind a bush before it’s pounding my cunt until im in tears, shoving disembodied fingers in my mouth, spanking my ass with every thrust.

just..violate when i can’t do anything about it

#nsft concept #nsft thoughts #humiliation kink #cnc k!nk #degrading k1nk #sub thoughts #edging kink #dacryphilia #ghost kink #monsterfucking nsft #monster fucker #monster kink #cnc cw #exhibition kink

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daisynik7 · 7 months

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Pairing: Nanami x f!reader

Rating: Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~1.5k

cw: established relationship, smut – PIV sex (doggy style), rough sex, blow job, cunnilingus, bondage, blindfold, use of safe word, slight degradation (use of the word slut), explicit language, safe word, pet names (sweetie, sweetheart, princess, honey), aftercare

Summary: You send your husband an eggplant emoji as a joke, but he doesn't find it amusing one bit.

Author’s Notes: Barely proofread, hardly edited, all horny. Just my little contribution to the plethora of delicious fics that came out after this latest episode. Tagging @lovekento because this was inspired by your recent ask about the safeword audio we love so much. Also tagging @darkstarlight82 because of your recent ask to be tagged in JJK fics! Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated. Thanks for reading! MDNI and support dividers credit to @/cafekitsune (as always).

Nanami does not take kindly to jokes. Years of being together and he’s uptight as always. That doesn’t mean you stop trying, especially when you love how mad he gets at you.

It’s innocent, silly, completely unserious. I’m really craving something tonight, followed by suggestive emojis, including the winky face and a particularly phallic vegetable. You grin at your screen when you notice the three dots blinking, indicating that he’s read it and is currently typing a reply. Probably growing hard in his pants just thinking about it, knowing him. Before he can say anything, you send him a selfie of you at the grocery store, holding up two large eggplants, smiling wide at the camera. Eggplant parmesan! The dots flash once more, then disappear immediately, and you crack up in the middle of the produce section when he ends up not responding at all.

Back home, it’s eerily dark inside with all the lights off. You carefully set your groceries on the counter, clicking the switch to illuminate the kitchen. You’re startled when you notice Nanami’s burly silhouette in the living room, back turned towards you, sitting upright on the couch, motionless. He does nothing to acknowledge your presence, worrying you even further. “Honey?” you call out, slowly making your way towards him. His arms are crossed over his chest, bulging out of his sleeves, staring straight ahead with a menacing look on his face. He remains silent, ignoring you.

“Kento,” you say, swallowing hard, nervous at this unusually sinister behavior.

“Thought you were craving something.” His voice is low and husky in his throat. Almost threatening.

You kneel in front of him, leaning on his thighs. “It was a joke, honey.”

Finally, he looks at you, gaze intense from behind his glasses, nostrils flaring as he takes a deep inhale through his nose, exhale out his mouth. “So, you riled me up for no fucking reason then?”

You gulp loudly again, taken aback by his sudden vulgarity, simultaneously aroused. “I’m sorry, Kento.”

“Do you think I’m going to let you get away with this?” He grips your chin, focusing your attention on his lap. “Look how hard I am. Look at what your stupid joke did to me.” His massive erection is strained in his pants. Your pussy throbs, mouth salivating at the sight of it.

He unbuckles his belt and splits his zipper open. “You know what you have to do, don’t you sweetheart?” He shrugs his pants down enough to free his cock, veins protruding on the thick shaft. You nod silently, peering up at him with wide eyes, parting your lips, hungry for him.

“That’s what I thought,” he mutters, stroking himself in his fist, precum oozing from the tip. “Stick out your tongue.” You do, letting it hang from your bottom lip, mouth open.

“Good girl,” he purrs. “So obedient for me.” He swipes his thumb over his cockhead, collecting the precum to smear it onto your tongue. “Swallow. Get a taste of it before you take me.”

You obey, relishing the salty, luscious flavor down your throat, your eyes never leaving his. He smirks, tracing your lips with his thumb, the first hint of softness since you this all started. “I’m going to ruin this mouth. Understand?”

You nod again, panties wet with your arousal. Hoping he doesn’t notice, you reach between your legs, desperate to touch yourself. He catches you, using his foot to swat your arm away. “Ah, ah, ah. You’ll have your turn later.” He loosens the spotted tie on his neck to cover your eyes with it, knotting it tight. “There. Nothing except my cock to occupy this little head of yours.” He guides his cock into your mouth, sliding it along your tongue until he bottoms out. “Now, suck,” he demands, your face pressed to his groin, bottom lip grazing his heavy balls. You bob your head back and forth on him, drool leaking from the sides of your lips, teasing your gag reflex with every solid thrust, swallowing it down every time he hits the back of your throat.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he whispers, cradling your face. “Such a good fucking slut for me.”

After several more strokes, he pulls out of you, cock wet with your saliva, squelching between his fist as he continues to jerk himself off. “On my lap. Come on.” He lends his hand, helping you up while the blindfold remains. You bend over his thighs, in position for a spanking, just as he expects.

He chuckles. “Good girl. You already know that you need to be punished, huh? Always playing these ridiculous pranks on me. I hope you learn your lesson after this.” He slides the belt off his waist, binding your wrists behind your back, shoulders in an uncomfortable stretch as the leather digs into your skin. The need to be touched by him overwhelms you, body tingling with anticipation, pussy aching to be filled.

He pulls your pants down, leaving you only in your panties from the waist down. The first spank sends shivers down your spine, the loud smack bouncing off the walls of the kitchen, flesh prickling from the contact. The second comes almost immediately, surprising you. You whimper, shutting your eyes, clenching your legs together. “Kento.”

A third is delivered, your ass throbbing and swelling against his calloused hand. “What?” he growls, palm ready for a fourth.

“Fuck me,” you whine, jittering on his lap. You can’t take it anymore. You want him. You need him.

“Oh, so you’re giving orders now?” He rolls you on your back, tugging your panties off, exposing your glistening cunt. “That’s not how this works, sweetheart. You know that. I can’t just give you what you want after what you did to me.” He spreads your legs apart, teasing your slit with his fingers, spreading your slick across your swollen clit. “Look how fucking juicy you are. All that because I fucked your throat. Nasty slut.”

You hear him spit, then feel the trickle of his saliva coat your aching bud. He repeats, soaking you in his spittle. He readjusts himself on the couch so that he’s between your legs, licking and slurping your cunt until his chin and nose are glossy. You squirm, knees shaky, already pushed to your limits. His lips surround your clit, sucking on it until it’s puffy in his mouth, tongue flicking it aggressively, pussy fluttering with arousal. You’re overstimulated, core incredibly tight, ready to fucking burst.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he muffles, still slobbering. “Come on my face. Squirt all over this couch. I’m going to fucking embarrass you like you did me, you stupid slut.” You whine his name, gushing for him, rutting your hips against his face, writhing on the cushions damp with your juices.

He rolls you over again, dragging your body until you’re up on your knees, ass up. “I’m going to wreck this pussy. Pound it until you learn your lesson. Got it?”

You nod erratically, ready to be fucked hard and fast. He enters you smoothly, stretching you out until you’re completely full of him, everything so wet and messy between you. He pumps his cock in and out of you, pace increasing the more and more your body yields to him. He fucks you like an animal in heat, railing your cunt like it’s his own personal cock sleeve for him to use and tear apart.

Blindfolded and still bound by the wrists, you begin to grow scared of his carnal behavior. His nails imprint your skin, grip so strong it hurts with every brutal thrust. The guttural growls he emits sound nothing like the Nanami you know. The way he bullies his cock into your tight pussy, so deep and so rough that a cramp develops in your abdomen makes you think that the person fucking you is a complete stranger now. You want your husband back. It takes you a few tries to get it out, but eventually, you do, whimpering, “Makgeolli.”

He doesn’t hear you, so you say it once more, louder this time. “Makgeolli.”

Immediately, it’s as if a switched is flipped. He pulls out, quickly removing the belt and blindfold off you, his tie saturated in tears and sweat. “Hey, hey, hey. Sweetie, I’m here. I’m right here. You’re okay.” He pulls you up on his lap, cradling you in his arms, kissing your sticky forehead, brushing away any of the remaining tears from your eyes.

You relax into his hold, nestling your face into his shoulder, steadying your breathing. He massages your back, pressing soft kisses on your cheek. “I’m sorry, princess. I’m so sorry. I got carried away, I admit it.” His voice is soothing now, familiar and comforting in your ear.

Sniffling, you ask, “Are you mad at me?”

He smiles, nuzzling his nose to yours. “I was never mad to begin with. I just wanted to tease you, but I took it too far. I’m sorry.” He kisses you on the lips, cupping your check in his palm. “Your joke was actually quite funny.”

You giggle softly, running your fingers through his hair, damp with his own perspiration. “At least I got you to finally admit it.”

He gives you another smooch on the forehead, lacing his fingers with yours. “I’ll run us a bath, okay? And then after, we can order pizza and watch a movie. Sound good?”

“Yes. And I’ll help you with this while we’re soaking in the tub. Does that sound good?” You palm his cock, still stiff and wet against his abs.

“Whatever you want, princess.”

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