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rafeandonlyrafe · 6 months

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kinktober: guns

words: 2.5k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, gun kink, p in v sex, unprotected bc dont be fcking dumb!, hand kink as well kind of, f receiving oral and handjob, blowjob, being fucked by the gun (silencer), mild degradation but also praise, mentions of drug dealing, somehow still soft rafe idk yall im unable to write rafe being anything but a softie

taglist: @drewstarkeysbae @thelomlisrafecameron @f4ll-for-you @dilvcv @slut4drudy @drewsbabygirll @jjmaybankswifes-blog @rafescokenostril @jjsmarijuana @jjmaybankisbae @seeingstarks

your eyes widen at the glint of black metal in the low lighting, watching the way rafe works the rag over the piece. you control your gasp when you realize what it is that you’re holding, but you can’t help but take a step back in shock.

you stumble, not realizing how close you were to the hallway table that decorates your home. rafe looks up at the noise, his eyes meeting yours. you can’t tell what emotion crosses his face. he simply sets the handgun down on the coffee table, still partially disassembled.

“rafe-” you begin, but you don’t have the words to finish as he stands up, stalking over to you, his usually comforting figure suddenly imposing when shrouded in the darkness of night.

“baby.” rafe says softly, taking your face in his large hands. “what are you doing awake?” “i-i heard you come in, and i waited for you to come lay down and when you didn’t i came to check on you.” your voice is barely above a whisper, but in the silence of your house, rafe hears you clear as day. he stands still, and you take the moment to apologize, “i’m sorry.”

rafe lets out a deep breath, his face reading the guilt of your apology. “it’s okay.” he presses his lips to your forehead, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as he holds you to him. it takes you a beat, but you wrap your arms around his waist in a tight embrace.

“come here.” rafe says after a moment, sliding his hand down your back and leading you into the living room instead of hiding in the hallway. you take cautious steps, eyes on the disassembled gun on the table.

“sit down.” rafe keeps his voice gentle, but it’s a command, not a request. you sit down on the couch, and rafe slides next to you. he gives you a moment to look at the pieces of metal on the table.

you know why rafe has a gun. he tries to keep that part of his life silent, but you know he helps run the drug scene on the islands of the outer banks. you’ve never been exposed to the violent nature of what he does but you’ve helped him count money and sort packages. he protects you when it comes to the actual sale, you haven’t even met one of his clients, at least not that you know of.

“it’s okay rafe, i knew you had a gun.” you say. you’ve seen him discreetly tuck it into his waistband when you’ve been out, and did not fail to notice the way he keeps it on his bedside table when he thinks it’s too dark for you to see at night.

“but you haven’t really seen it before baby.” rafe picks up what looks to be the frame of the gun, and he turns it over, showing you all the different sides before placing it on your lap. he gives a nod of your head and you pick it up, surprised that the disassembled part is still so heavy.

“should i- should i learn how to…?” you ask, not having the heart to tell him that you want to, because if anything happens to rafe, you want to be able to protect him as well, even though he doesn’t need it.

“if you want to, i’ll teach you.” rafe presses a kiss to your cheek, taking the metal back out of your hand. he begins to explain the different pieces of the gun and what they do as he reassembles it. your eyes track the movements of his hands, his slender fingers moving each part into place. you bite your lip and press your thighs together, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by rafe.

“are you turned on, princess?” he asks, no judgment in his voice, rather fascination from how you, his sweet girlfriend, can be so turned on by his gun as he sets it back down on the table.

“no!” you squeal, which just gives you away even more. “pants off.” rafe commands, and you know better than to go against him. you stand up off the couch for a millisecond to shove your pants down to your ankles then sit back down, keeping your thighs locked closed together.

“that is not what i meant, and you know it.” rafe commands, placing his hands on your waist and twisting you so you’re facing him. “if you’re not going to be good, i’m just going to have to do this myself.” he guides you backwards so you’re laying your head against the arm of the couch. he takes one ankle and slides it off the edge of the cushion while moving the other one to rest against the back of the couch, spreading you open wide.

“are you still going to deny being turned on?” he asks, eyes on your underwear sticking to your pussy, wet patch clearly visible.

you smartly decide to stay quiet, and rafe gives a little hum of approval at your choice to no longer continue to deny, knowing the amounts of pleasure he can bring you as he pushes his thumb over where he knows your clit is, not wasting any time as he rubs it over the material.

you let out a moan, back arching off the couch as he touches you. all tiredness you previously felt from suddenly waking up in the middle of the night is going.

rafe smiles down at you, seeing his girl so easily and quickly thrown into pleasure just with one of his fingers. he moves faster, watching the wet patch grow even bigger. he drags his thumb down, pressing against the spot until his thumb presses slightly into your hole, the fabric of your underwear still acting as a barrier.

“n-no, let me take them off, please.” you beg, but it doesn’t dissuade from doing exactly what you expected, gripping your underwear with both hands and literally tearing them straight down the center like the material was tissue paper.

you grumble something about liking that pair, and rafe calms you by pressing a kiss to your knee that’s hooked over the side of the couch. “i’ll buy you another pair.”

he kisses down your thigh, occasionally nipping at your skin until he reaches your cunt, taking a deep inhale of your scent before sticking his tongue out, lapping at your slickness as he gathers it all onto his tongue.

you try your best to keep your hips still, thighs already burning slightly from being spread so wide. you moan rafes name as his tongue slides up away from your hole and over your clit, flicking repeatedly over the sensitive bud before pulling back far too early.

you watch as rafe picks the gun up off the table, making your eyes go wide.

“my sweet princess, turned on by my gun.” he turns it over in his hand, and you don’t fail to notice that he’s left several parts on the table, probably whatever interior mechanism that makes it actually fire so his toying with it remains safe.

“who would have known that the innocent good girl i first starting dating would turn into such a slut?” he grabs the silencer off the table, slotting it onto the end of the gun. your eyes watch in fascination at his movements.

“my own personal whore. you’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you?” rafe questions, running the tip of the silencer against your thigh, slowly dragging it closer to your center.

“you’d even let me fuck you with my gun.” his words make you gasp, coupled by the smooth metal of the silencer coming into contact with your dripping folds. it’s so cold that you can’t help the shiver that runs through your body.

rafe continues to move the silencer against you, partly to tease, partly to get it covered in your juices. “you’re gonna let me, right princess?”

rafe looks to you as you silently nod, worried if you open your mouth you’ll start to beg, beg for him to put the gun inside of you. rafe presses it against your hole, and your eyes widen at how big it feels, like two of his fingers are trying to enter you, but you’re slick enough that when you take a breath to relax, he’s able to push in, breaking the ring of your hole.

“fuck!” you whine, rafe not giving you any time to get used to the sensation as he continues pushing it inside of you, until the entire silencer is buried in your pussy, the barrel of the gun far too large to fit inside.

“just breathe.” rafe mumbles softly, wanting to continue but not wanting to hurt you. you follow his instructions, sliding your eyes closed as you get used to the foreign object.

when rafe can tell your body has calmed down, he pulls the gun out slightly, watching the way your wetness sticks to the metal before pushing it back inside of your body.

you lift your hips slightly to give some reprieve to your thigh muscles, as well as give rafe a better angle as he moves quicker, starting to thrust the gun against you.

his thumb comes back to your clit, now able to touch your bare skin and the pad of his finger feels burning hot compared to the coldness spreading from within you. rafe presses his thumb against you, keeping the intensity constant instead of rubbing.

“there you go.” rafe smirks, “my good fucking slut.”

his praise makes you glow, especially as your high starts to build from the way the silencer is pressing inside of you. the dirtiness of the action just pushes you even farther.

“gonna-” you warn, when suddenly rafes thumb is off your clit, the silencer halting all movement, lodged deep inside of you.

“you ask permission to cum, slut.” rafe tells you, deciding to push you even harder.

“please, let me cum.” you beg, hands fisting the material of the couch.

“no.” rafe simply says, moving the gun again. “no, because my girl isn’t going to cum for some piece of metal. you’re going to wait until i’m done having my fun and then cum on my cock, understood?” “y-yes.” you nod, flopping your head against the couch as it repeatedly presses inside of you, your clit pulsating at the need to release everything you have inside.

“please.” you sob, feeling tears slide down your cheeks, unable to hold back your impending orgasm much longer.

rafe pulls the gun out of your, making your cry out, missing the sensation instantly. “no, no, rafe please.” you beg.

“shush!” he says, delivering a slap to your inner thigh. “if you were patient at all you’d realize i’m going to fuck you now.” you sit up, blinking your eyes open in the low lighting as rafe tugs his shirt over his head. you take the moment to unbutton your pajama top as you watch him stand, unbuttoning and sliding off his jeans and underwear at the same time.

your mouth waters at the sight of his cock, unable to control yourself as you sit up, giving your legs a reprieve from the stretch as you take him into your mouth, sucking the head of rafes cock as your eyes roll back in your head, tasting the saltiness of his precum against your tongue.

“can’t resist, can you?” rafe laughs, knowing how much of an oral fixation you have.

you hum around his cock, bobbing your head but not taking him anywhere near fully into your mouth, enjoying playing with the head of his cock with your tongue.

you kitten lick at his tip repetitively, waiting for rafe to inevitably pull you off to fuck you. he lets you have your fun for a bit longer before tapping the back of your head.

you pull off with a satisfied smile, laying back and resuming the same position on the couch, spreading your cunt wide to show him that you’ve gotten even wetter from sucking him off.

“my pretty slut.” rafe smiles, kneeling on the couch between your legs. he grabs a throw pillow that was discarded onto the floor at some point, shoving it under your hips to raise your cunt up to the perfect angle to fuck.

rafe rubs his cock against you before jutting his hips forward, sinking fully into you in one fluid motion. you let out a curse, boobs bouncing as he immediately starts up a rhythm.

your cunt clenches tightly around him, rafes moans coming to match your own as he moves within you, feeling your tight walls, remembering that his gun was just where his cock currently is.

he picks the gun up off the table, still gleaming with your slick. he sticks his tongue out, licking up the side. “you taste so good.” he moans, keeping his free hand on your hip to hold you in place as he thrusts.

“want to taste yourself?” he asks, but doesn’t even give you a moment to respond before pressing the silencer against your tongue, mouth already open from moaning.

you wrap your lips around the metal, indeed tasting yourself on it. you suck at the gun, keeping your eyes on rafe as you do.

rafe moans, feeling his cock swell inside of you. he would keep fucking you all night, but he can’t hold himself back any longer as he moves faster, plunging as deep inside of you as he possibly can.

“fuck, please let me cum!” you cry out, reaching a hand down to rub at your clit, your fingers not feeling as good as rafes, but doing the job.

“wait for me.” is all rafe can gasp out, watching you immediately take the gun back into your mouth after asking.

rafe lasts a few more hard thrusts before he’s releasing inside of you, and you follow quickly, rubbing yourself to completion as you feel your cunt flooding with cum.

rafe continues to gently thrust throughout your orgasms, both coming down together as he sets the gun back on the table. he collapses forward, his naked body pressing against your bare one.

“god, you really are the most perfect slut.” rafe mumbles, pressing kisses to your shoulder as he slowly pulls out, knowing his cum is going to leak all over the decorative pillow you’re sat on, liking the idea of ruining another piece of furniture from his insatiable need for you.

“love you.” you whisper, tilting your head to the side to give his hair a kiss.

rafe leans up, pressing his lips against yours in a fierce kiss, saying the words for him.

“why don’t you go upstairs and wait for me, sweetheart?” he asks, sitting up and giving you a hand to help you sit as well, your body burning as the exhaustion sets back in. “i’ll be up in a minute, i have to clean my gun again because someone got it all dirty.”

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princescribbler · 4 days

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Low-Key Things We Do to Keep Our Dynamic Fun:

Pack stuffies for when we travel or go out! Obviously, babyboy can't sleep without his stuffies, even in a hotel... right?

Bring a diapee bag, even if we don't plan to use it!

Momma tax and butt pats: basically, if we hug, we're gonna grope, pat, and tease the other one. The pullup princess needs to be reminded she can be momma... and still a pullup princess!

Lots of physical closeness. On the couch we drape across one another, when hugging we keep it going a long time, when we get dinner, we regularly feed each other a bite! Just lots of lovey closeness-inducing things, nonstop!

Getting our partner food and water cuz "babies can be so forgetful" and tons of affectionate caregiver stuff. It's nice to be reminded it's "brekky time, sweetheart!" Is very fun and keeps our relationship kinky and cute!

Writing cute pictures and reminders to your partner, everyday. On the fridge, on post it notes, by text! Keep the fun going by showing a lot of daily affection and attention!

Making sure it's called the "potty" and an upset stomach is a "grumbly tummy" and using language that reminds you both... this is an ABDL or CG/L dynamic!

Names: I'm baby prince papi, not just my name. She's momma, or princess... we make sure the right title reinforces the right role!

Cummies apart don't mean much, when your mommy/ daddy/ caregiver partner expects you to THANK THEM and make lots of "cute noises"... suddenly your quick masturbating session feels much more controlled and kinky!

Help your partner pick their clothes! If they wear diapees, even if they change themselves make sure you watch and "help".

When they cross the street, hold their hand and give them praise for being good and holding on tight... REINFORCE the dynamic in little, subtle, private ways and you'll be far, far more invested and happy in the dynamic you build together!

Sharing in passions: my princess loves sports and I couldn't care less, but i'll celebrate her team's victories and be excited, the same way she celebrates and embraces my weird rants about the 1800s British navy, or the intricacies of bird mating habits... whatever fleeting interests we have, we share and get positive feedback on! And EXTRA points if you can tease about them being an excited little baby!

My point is this: 24/7 dynamics aren't all about sex and kink and nonstop sexytime or fetish play. But they can exist with daily reinforcement, reminders, and celebrating your nontraditional dynamics! So have fun, let your kinky self out, and don't forget to be happy, healthy, AUTHENTIC kinky people!

- Scribbler

#ab/dl babyboy #ab/dl lifestyle #mdlb relationship #ab/dl kink #cg/l relationship #giggle-byte #24/7 diapers #mdlb dynamic #giggle byte #md/lb

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thedetransdom · 2 months

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You asked for my fucked up fantasy in my delusional head so I wanna try👉🏼👈🏼

I have worse kinky stuff in my mind, but didn't wanna scare anyone😔✋🏼

When I try to come I often think about how a group of people, preferably a mix out of like, 2 men and maybe 2 woman, run into me while I'm walking through the forest. They pass me by and one is suddenly like "Wait, that was definitely not a real boy." So they turn back and grab me so I can't escape. Ones holding my arms behind me back while another one lifts up my shirt plus binder so my boobs pop out. They laugh and roughly pinch my nipple, stretching them and saying "Well they're small, but definitely female". They keep playing with my chest till it's all red and I'm more moaning then whiny. Then they push down my pants and reveal my already soaked pussy. They call me pathetic and start fingering me. Then they push me down on the ground, one girl pushes down her pants and sits down on my face so I can barely breath and need to lick her real woman pussy. They also keep playing with my nipples and stretch them to the limit. The guys obviously already have their hard dicks out and start breeding all my holes to show me what pathetic girl I am. They also took a marker out and write all over my body, coloring my nipples and clit so they're even more visible for other. After raping me for a while they take my clothes and throw them away so I can't reach them anymore and I need to walk home all naked, my holes dripping with cum and my skin full with insults and invites to keep fucking me for free.

You must really be a degenerate fucking whore, huh? A failed girl and a fake boy. Since you're worried about scaring the audience with your worse kinks, why don't you message me and tell me yourself? Expose yourself to me like the pathetic cunt you know you were meant to be~

#detrans kink #fakeboy #ftm correctional therapy #fake boy #detrans ftm #forced detrans #ftmtf

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ulquiorrapleasecallmetrash · 1 year

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Don't know if I could possibly ask for another request but I will be bold enough to do so I just hope you will accept it.

I'd like to ask for headcanons for Sébastian and Claude having the same S/O and fight over her, trying to be the 'favorite pne', undo each other, ways they show affection and tenderness to her and stuff.

Fandom: Black Butler

Genre: SFW Headcanons

Rated: G

Admin Harmony🐯: I have decided to make them both overly affectionate AU because i think it would be funner to write so I hope you enjoy it!

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Overly Affectionate!Sebastian Michaelis and Overly Affectionate! Claude Faustus fighting over an s/o Headcanons

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❀ The one word that I can best describe the situation like this is...intense.

❀ If you read my Affectionate Sebastian headcanons then we all know that Affectionate Sebastian is very intense.

❀ And let me tell you, Affectionate Claude can be equally as affectionate as Sebastian.

❀ I mean one affectionate demon is too much can you just imagine two of them and they are fighting over you?

❀ You will either love this or hate it there is no in between I am very sorry.

❀At least you will get quite a bit praise from the both of them.

❀If you enjoy receiving compliments than these two will definitely give them to you.

❀The sweeter and more romantic the better!

❀Another thing they will both do is give you gifts that you always wanted. It could be from the sweets you wanted or a piece of clothing or jewelry. Whatever you want they will get it for you no matter what.

❀ You will be drowning in items that both of them have given you over a period of time and let me tell you, there will be so much.

❀ you will basically look like this with all the things that the two of them had given you:

❀Everything that Affectionate Sebastian and Claude will do will be over the top. They just want you to have all the finer things in life.

❀Another overwhelming thing is obviously the affectionate part.

❀They are both needy for your touch.

❀Again, you will either love it or hate it because they will literally just sit there and they will both give you kisses.

❀I ain't gonna lie it's kinda hot seeing the two of them passionately kissing you.

❀Like Sebastian would kiss all over your face while claude will kiss all over your neck.

❀ Keep in mind they are also overly affectionate demons so to keep it kind of pg I will say there be a lot of hickeys and bruises by the end of all three of you guys "affectionate time"

❀Awhile all of this happening they will both become quite hostile with each other saying things that would offend and degrade one another.

❀ There will be times where you will have to be like alright you two need to chill because sometimes it will lead to actual fighting.

❀I just think that if you don't like having two overly passionate and affectionate demons trying to one up each other and prove to you that they are better than the other then you just need to dip. Because there are times where it can be stressful and too much.

❀ But if you enjoy all the gifts, Them constantly complimenting you, and being affectionate then I wouldn't worry about it too much.

❀ Besides at least you get nice things out of it and kinky, great sex out of it so what's really the harm in that?

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#Black Butler #kuroshitsuji #claude faustus #sebastian michaelis #black butler imagines #Kuroshitsuji imagines #Sebastian Michaelis imagines #Sebastian Michaelis x reader #claude faustus x reader #Anime imagines #Manga #Anime

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silentglassbreak · 3 months

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Fragmented

Noah Sebastian x OFC

The next chapter of Noah & Leena's story

I was so on the fence about writing a sequel, yet here we are. I saw the sequel in my head, and decided it was worth the write. This story is told from Noah's perspective. This time, I'm going to put warnings in on each individual chapter, as some may not need any. Also - something worth mentioning; the names of each part in the first story were obviously Bad Omens song titles. This time, they will be titles from songs that just inspire me. If you're here, thank you for reading! Leave me your thoughts, and let me know if you'd like to be tagged. xo

Warnings: Just some gool ol' fashioned smut with some kinky stuff added in. (Also mention of marijuana smoking)

+It goes without saying. This is a work of fiction. My words are mine. Plagiarism is a crime.

Taglist: @flowery-mess @lma1986 @myownthoughts12 @poisongirl616 @missduffsblog @reidsblessing

Part 1 - Shame On Me

I've been a morning person my entire life. Even before I was active, and in the shape I'm in now, I was usually risen with the sun. However, after having spent the vast majority of my days the last year running on fumes, I found myself still laying in bed, hugging my pillow, letting my brain drift comfortably in and out of consciousness.

That is, until I felt something tugging at the edge of the blanket I had draped over my midsection.

I rolled over, eyes cracking open, seeing the miniature fingers grasping at me, Addison's eyes bright with a smile plastered across her face.

"Da da da da!" I smiled back at her, sitting up and lifting her onto the bed, flopping her down on the pillow next to me. She giggled wildly and I pulled the blanket up over the both of us.

"Five more minutes, baby girl."

Her tiny hand was pulling at the hem of my tank top, trying to 'wake me up' as I laid there, dramatically snoring.

"Da da!" Her voice was getting angrier, and I laughed.

"Da da's tired, Addie! I get to sleep in!"

"Nooo!" I snorted at one of the few words she had come to learn very well.

"No?!" I grabbed her sides, pinching and tickling her, causing a roaring laughter to burst out of her. Her onesie was wrinkled and nearly popping open at her diaper from how hard she wriggled under my grip. "You don't get to say no to me, lady! I am your Daddy!"

She thrashed her head back and forth, gasping for air between happy squeals.

"Addie, would you let your Daddy sleep?" Mileena's voice floated in from the doorway.

I turned my head, and my hand stopped the torment on Addison. Leena was stood in a pair of black leggings, white crop top exposing her belly button, and her dark brown faded hair now pulled up in a messy bun. She looked so comfortable, so unkempt, and absolutely fucking delicious.

I reached an arm out toward her, earning me a small grin when she walked toward me. She placed a hand in mine, and I pulled her close to me. She bent down, her face stopping only inches from mine.

"Happy Birthday, Noah." Her voice was even, but her eyes were hungry.

With everything we had been through the last few weeks, with shows, Addie's first birthday, a bout of the flu, and Laura announcing she was getting a divorce, there had been very little time for us to be alone. I knew she felt it, but we weren't there yet. We needed to get through today, the Halloween party/birthday celebration, before we had any chance of spending time together.

"Thank you, my love. Happy Halloween."

Leena's eyes lit up. Halloween was her favorite holiday even before her and I met, so getting to have a huge celebration was right up her alley.

After Addison was born, it became abundantly clear that living with a newborn and all of the band members was no longer ideal. Addie was as colicky as they come, keeping everyone up at all hours of the night. The constant crying, mess, and general irritation that it caused made our living arrangements difficult. As much as Uncles Nick, Jolly, and Folio loved baby Addie, they needed a change.

I had offered to move us out, buy a new house, but Nick insisted that they would get a place - promised to be close by - to allow us our space. I was eternally grateful, and will never be able to pay him back for everything he had done for me. Eventually, they moved out, and the house was left for just us.

Aside from the struggle that being new parents took on Leena and I's sex life, it also took a serious toll on our recovery. Nothing sounds better to take the edge off from three-day long sleepless binges than a rum and Coke. Leena confessed her drink of choice was Vodka, and she nearly broke down once, driving to the liquor store, but never making it inside.

We both went back to our meetings once Addie was old enough to be babysat, spending a few hours at a time with either Laura or the guys.

After spending a few more minutes smothering Addie in kisses, I finally began getting out of bed. Leena was folding laundry on the dresser, putting it away meticulously.

"What time is it?"

"Almost noon. Laura will be here in a few hours to pick up Addie for the night." She folded one of my pairs of pants, placing it neatly in the dresser drawer.

I turned my attention back to my daughter, wiggling my eyebrows at her. "Nah, I think she's going to stay here with me. Hang out with Daddy on his birthday!"

Addison squealed, her legs kicking at me. I grabbed her hand and began pretending I was going to eat her fingers.

"As fun as that would be, I don't know that her being here when the sheer amount of musicians in our house come by is such a great idea."

I didn't look at her, still pretending to take bites out of the baby's arm. "What do you mean? Andy loves kids! Oli does too, said Addie was the next Stevie Knicks!"

Mileena shook her head and snorted. "Yeah? Are you referring to the last party, when she was kept awake most of the night, and we had a miserable day afterwards because she was so tired?"

I narrowed my eyes back at her. "Listen, Folio promised he wouldn't play drums this time."

She gave me a look that told me I wasn't winning this.

"You sure she isn't old enough to trick or treat, yet?"

She shook her head at me. "Honey, that's what the trunk or treat last night was for."

I pursed my lips. "Fine, but tomorrow, I'm taking you guys somewhere. Just the three of us, yeah?"

I was standing now, shirtless, and pulled Addie down onto the carpet. She immediately crawled toward Angel laying on the floor.

"That sounds fun." Mileena was bent down, putting one of her shirts in the drawer in the bottom of the dresser.

I walked up behind her, my hand grazing the back of her thigh, coming to rest on the curve of her ass. My touch startled her, making her stand up straight in a flash, her back bumping into my chest.

I took the opportunity to wrap an arm around her middle, pulling her back into me. "Mmm," I hummed into the skin just below her ear. "think Addie's going to nap today?"

Leena pressed her ass against me, pushing into the fabric of my shorts. She leaned her had back against my collarbone, eyes closing comfortably.

"Probably not." Her voice was breathless. "She slept in."

“That’s too fucking bad.” I kept my voice low, glancing at Addie, who was leaned against Angel’s sleeping body, holding her feet in wonder. “Because it’s been so long.” I let my hand graze over the hem of her leggings, slipping a thumb in the waistband.

She groaned. “Noah, don’t start something you can’t finish.” As annoyed as she sounded, she was still pressed against me, hands now gripping my arm where it held her in place.

“Oh, baby, I’m finishing it. The second I get you alone, I’m ripping you to fucking shreds.”

She giggled then, pulling away and turning to peer up at me, her eyes as dark as mine.

“Yeah? You always say that. Yet, somehow, I can still walk afterwards?” Her smirk was devious, and I raised an eyebrow at her.

She chuckled, and picked the laundry basket up from the bed, making her way back toward the hallway.

Oh, she was dead.

The living room was buzzing with energy, music playing over the speakers, and conversations filling the air. I stood, leaned against the bannister of the staircase, hands in my pockets. The smell of marijuana permeated the air, which was to be expected.

Hearing we were having ‘dry parties’ didn’t sound like much fun, until people learned we made other accommodations. Although Leena and I didn’t partake, we weren’t opposed to others having a good time.

Speaking of my girl, I had lost her at some point in the night. When Ronnie and Saraya showed up, she had excitedly grabbed the latter’s hand and drug her off to the backyard, where her garden was flourishing. The girls were undoubtedly gossiping. They usually did.

I made my way through the sea of bodies toward my kitchen, where I found Jolly and Nick, ripping a joint, laughing about something I hadn’t heard.

I had to raise my voice for them to hear me. “You seen Leena?”

Jolly exhaled his smoke, a rough cough coming out as he passed it back to Nick. “Last I saw, she was outside talking to Oli.”

I nodded, heading for the back door. I stopped at the dining room table, catching sight of her. Her floor length black, unforgivably tight dress hung so beautifully off of her frame. The sleeves reached her wrists, the neckline plunging disrespectfully. Her, now freshly dyed, black hair was pulled up into a ponytail, the length falling down her back. I drank in the sight of her.

My gaze was disrupted when I saw her hand reach up, grabbing an arm. It was a thick, muscular arm covered in tattoos. I then realized that she was, in fact, talking to Oli. Her lips were pulled in a smile, her teeth flashing. She was laughing. And she was touching him.

He was towering over her. Oliver was nearly as tall as me, his frame poised so you could see the ripples of his chest under his shirt. Something inside me tightened. I didn’t like it.

Stepping outside, I consciously kept myself calm as I approached them. Oli saw me first.

“Hey, there he is! Birthday boy!” His thick accent made me smile, my primitive rage fading slightly.

“Hey, what’s going on guys?”

Leena turned, her body pressing close to me instinctively. “Hey! Oli and I were just talking about that tour you were on with him in Europe?”

I nodded. “Fun stuff, man. Cant wait to do it again.”

Oliver nodded, a lazy smile spread across his face. “Oh yeah, we had that crowd eating out of our hands, man. What a fucking rush.”

Leena giggled at Oli’s excitement, it made my spine stiffen, and my blood run cold.

She shouldn’t be laughing like that, not because of Oliver. That giggle was so high-pitched and squirrely. I didn’t care for that at all. It felt flirtatious.

I knew before Leena and I even got together that Bring Me The Horizon was one of her favorites, of course Oli being, by extension, one of her favorites. However, she was also a huge Falling in Reverse fan, but she sure didn’t giggle like that around Ronnie.

Ronnie was also not Oli Sykes; a big British brute with a natural sense of seduction, whether he was trying to or not. Regardless, I still did not like that laugh, not when it wasn’t pointed at me.

“Hey, could I borrow her for just a few?”

Oliver nodded, clapping a hand on my shoulder. “Well, of course, man! Listen, I’ve got to get out of here anyways, got to head back to the motherland in the morning. Early flight and all that.”

He reached an arm around me first, pulling me into a tough, tight hug. “So good to see you, mate. Come see me on the other side of the pond some time, right?”

I slapped his back while embracing him. “Of course, man. I appreciate you being here.”

Oli excused himself inside the house, leaving Leena and I stood on the patio, alone.

She smiled brightly at me, but I still had this unnerving itch. She must have noticed my stiff demeanor, because her face fell some and she raised an eyebrow.

“You alright, babe?”

I exhaled. “Yeah, why?”

She took a step back, putting a hand on her hip. “Well, you asked Oliver if you could borrow me? And you look irritated?” Her eyes were soft, which contradicted the sass in her stance.

“Mm.” I sucked my teeth and glanced back toward the house. “How is Oliver?”

Anything soft fell right off her face, her eyebrows scrunching together. She saw right through me.

“He’s great.”

I inhaled deeply.

“What did you need to borrow me for, Noah?”

I looked back at her then, realizing I didn’t have a reason to pull her out of her conversation aside from disliking the way she was touching another man. Running it back in my head, it felt stupid.

“Oh, uh,” I ran a hand over my mouth, thinking. “just wanted to see if you heard from Laura? How Addie’s doing?”

She wasn’t buying it. “Addie’s fine, like she always is with Laura. Last update I got was an hour ago, when I came and found you.”

This wasn’t going well.

“Well, good.” I pulled at the skin of my bottom lip with my teeth.

“Noah?” I looked back at her. “What’s going on?”

Shaking my head, I tried to look clueless. “Nothing, why?”

She crossed her arms. “Cause you’re acting weird.”

Something about her tone, her body language, I couldn’t put my finger on why, but it irritated me. She was feeling up on someone else, and I’m getting questioned?

I mimicked her and folded my own arms over my chest. “I’m not the one acting weird.”

Eyes narrowed at her, I held my face even.

“And how is that?” She didn’t falter. Leena was one of the only women I knew who could give my poker face a run for its money.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Were you not just getting all grabby with Oli?”

Her eyes widened then in disbelief. I knew, because when I heard it come out of my own mouth, I realized that was a pretty big stretch. She grabbed his arm, not his cock.

But still, we were already here, and I wasn’t in a place to back down. Not right now, feeling this attracted to her when she was pissed off.

“Grabby?!” Her voice came out louder than I expected, and I whipped my head around to see if anyone else was outside. “How in the hell was I being grabby with him?”

I rolled my eyes.

“Well, it was pretty clear to me.” I was digging myself a hole, I knew it. So did she, but now she was waving her hands around, and her tits were bouncing in her dress, no confines of a bra. My mouth was watering, so I doubled down. “Was it really necessary to be grabbing his arms like that?”

My tone was cool, which contrasted her face that was now turning a shade of pink with rage. Was I proud? Not exactly… Maybe a little.

She’s so fucking sexy when she’s mad.

“You’ve lost it, you know that?” Her voice was filled with incredulous frustration. She then began trying to walk away, forcing me to reach out and catch one of her wrists in my hand. I was too tired, too depraved. I needed her so badly, but the idea of her being spitting mad at me made it worth the effort. I wanted her so angry that she was damn near ready to rip me apart. The idea made my dick twitch in my slacks.

“Leena,” She looked down at where I held her arm, then looked back at me with narrowed eyes. Oh she was enraged. Excellent. “I-“ I wanted to say sorry, tell her I was being dumb and to go inside and enjoy the party, but I just…couldn’t.

Something in her stare told me she had figured me out, and her eyebrows lowered, her lips twisting up in a menacing grin.

“Are you…jealous?”

I was taken back. Jealous? Of Oli? Nope. Couldn’t be me.

“No.” I said through grit teeth. “I just don’t want you to forget who you belong to.”

That was it. That sent her over the edge. She ripped her arm out of my grip, standing back defensively.

“Belong to? Like a piece of fucking property?”

I didn’t respond, just shrugged.

“You son of a bitch!” Twitch.

“How dare you speak to me that way?! As if you own me?!” Twitch.

“I don’t give a half of a fuck who I’m talking to, or grabbing. You don’t own me.”

Maybe this was going too far. Maybe.

But then she stormed inside, and I was barreling after her. She was already halfway to the staircase when I grabbed Nick by the sleeve on my way after her.

“Everyone out. Now.” No one needed to hear what I was about to get into.

The bedroom door slammed when I was about a foot away. I could hear bodies shuffling out the front door, but I didn’t care. I just burst into the room, not surprised it wasn’t locked.

She stood between the bed and the dresser, fists balled at her sides, baring her teeth. Oh it was lovely, seeing her so fucking hostile. I nearly fell to my knees in front of her, begging her to do whatever she saw fit. I didn’t, however.

Instead, I slipped the door closed and turned the lock carefully behind me. My face was stoic, doing my best to keep my own composure. It was taking every bit of self restraint, but I could feel it faltering. We were going down soon, I could feel it. My brain was sizzling just looking at her.

“I don’t care how much I love you, Noah Sebastian. I will not be treated like a piece of meat.” She was waving a finger at me, manicured and perfect.

I took a step toward her. She didn’t allow me the space to speak.

“I’m not sure where you found all of that fucking audacity, but I will tell you, it is so out of character for you.” Her voice had fallen some.

“Is it?” My words came out low and slow.

She couldn’t believe me. As if I had no idea the inconvenience I had caused her.

“Why would you do that?” Her face was now pulled into something that looked like confusion. “I can’t think of one good reason why you-“

She didn’t get to finish, my control finally slipping through my fingers, and my hands grabbing her and pressing our mouths together. She stilled at first, but when I pressed my tongue against her lips, she melted, her anger being fed through her grasp on me.

Mileena pulled at my blazer, ripping it down my shoulders and tossing it on the bed.

In a moment of absolute primal agitation, she growled at me, which sent every drop of blood in my body down to my crotch.

When her fingers began pulling at the bottom of my shirt, I wrapped my hand in her hair and pulled her backwards. She stared at me, all venom and lust, and snarled. I smiled, licking my lips. It was unbelievable. I used my free hand to rip the front of her dress open, her breasts falling out, and capturing my attention. My hand loosened on her hair, sliding down her face, neck, and reaching for her chest.

She used this opportunity to wrap a hand around my throat, which took me by surprise, my gaze lifting. She was controlling this, which was new.

Her teeth ground together, and her fingers squeezed me, the tips of her sharp acrylics digging into my skin.

“On your fucking knees.”

I scoffed. “Or what?”

Her hand tightened even further, and her other hand came up to grab me by the cock, gripping the fabric of my pants in an almost uncomfortable squeeze.

“Or I walk away, right now.”

That sounded like misery in the highest degree, so, naturally, I sunk down to the floor, sharp eyes glancing up at her. The hand on my neck was now running through my hair. She was looking down at me with an almost loving look on her face.

“You were so fucking mean, you need to make up for it.”

My hand grabbed her ankle just above her heel, sliding up the back of her calf, to her thigh. When my fingertips reached her hip, I noticed something that made me nearly fall backwards. She wasn’t wearing any panties.

Using the slit up the side of her dress skirt, I moved the fabric over to see her, already visibly wet. She loved this as much as I did. I only peered up at her for a split second, seeing she now had her head leaned back, waiting, anticipating.

Catching her off guard, instead of starting slow, building her up, making her whine and beg, I attached myself to her core, drawing a sharp breath out of her.

“Fuck, Noah!” She pulled at my hair, looking down at me while I worked her over, feeling the moisture running down my chin. “Ugh, you look so fucking cute when you do that.”

I raised an eyebrow at her, but didn’t detach. I pulled her one leg so her thigh balanced on my shoulder and dove in deeper, sliding my tongue up and down her folds. I saw her tits bouncing up and down as she bucked into my face.

I settled in, intending to let her finish before I took the reins back, but I was interrupted at her pulling me upward by the hair. The unfamiliar sting on my scalp made me wince, but I still stood up in response.

“Lay the fuck down.” She pushed me down onto the bed. “Pants off.” I smirked at her, not moving an inch. “Now.”

Her voice was terrifying. I began unbuckling my belt, and popped the button open with one hand. She must have been getting impatient, because her hands ripped my pants down and off, her eyes focusing on the bulge in my boxers. I leaned back on my elbows, waiting for her to do whatever she needed to torment me further.

I truly did not expect what she said next.

“Touch yourself.” This confused me.

“What?”

“You fucking heard me.” She jumped up onto the dresser, leaning back against the wall, and let her legs fall open, giving me full view of her. My eyes followed her every move.

I reached down and palmed myself over my underwear, feeling vulnerable.

“C’mon now Sebastian, this is no time to be shy.” This made me actually fucking blush. She was enjoying this way more than I expected.

Hooking my thumbs in the band of my boxers, I carefully slid them down low enough to let myself free. My fingers gently grabbed my dick, tugging at it ever so slightly. The sensation was good, but it wasn’t her.

“That’s it, baby.” She spread her legs, her pussy sitting just above the wood of the dresser, putting herself on full display. “Nice and slow.”

I whimpered. I actually fucking whimpered. It wasn’t lost on her, either, her eyes darting to my face and licking her lips.

“See, Noah? This is what happens when you’re an asshole. You get treated like the fucking brat you are.”

Who the fuck was this girl and how quickly could I lock her in a room and never let her escape?

My hand worked up and down my shaft, my eyes falling closed and my breathing erratic. I could feel myself getting close just thinking about her.

“Stop.” My hand froze, and I opened my eyes, staring at her in defeat. “Don’t come yet.”

I was getting frustrated. “Why the fuck not?”

She sat up, crossing her legs, putting herself away.

“If you don’t wait until I tell you to come, I swear I will put on my sweats, go downstairs, and start cleaning.”

That was the threat that made any confidence I had falter. Once she started cleaning, it was over. She would hyper-focus, and I wouldn’t see her again until the entire house was shining.

I moved my hand off of my cock to resist the temptation and laid flat back on the bed, digging the heels of my palms into my eye sockets.

I stopped when I felt the bed dip on either side of me, and looked up to see her kneeling over me, now fully nude. My heart sped up as I felt her slide herself up and down my shaft, her slick pussy gliding so fucking deliciously. Instinctively, I reached for her hips, but my hand was met with a hard slap, which caused me to pull away.

“Not this time, baby boy.” I groaned, lavishing the feeling of her on me, the weight on my hips excruciatingly divine.

“Now, what do you have to say for yourself?” I looked at her, lost on what she was asking for.

“What?” My voice was a breath, an exhale.

“For treating me so foul?” She pulled back, and grabbed the base of my cock, pulling it forward to line up with her entrance but holding steady as not to let it touch her.

“Ugh, Leena,” I moaned,

My hips trying to buck. She pulled further away as I tried to press into her.

“Say it, Noah.” She demanded.

“Fuck!” My body was screaming, fire coursing through me as she ran her hand up and down, grazing the head. “I’m sorry! Jesus Christ!”

With that, she sunk down, enveloping all of me so fucking perfectly. My eyes snapped shut, trying like hell not to finish just from the edge of it.

“That’s right, honey.” Her voice was a soft moan, her hand coming up to wrap around my throat again as her hips snapped forward. My vision was turning white.

“Now, ask me fucking nicely.”

Wild that she could think I could speak, given she was cutting all my air off. It was unholy, and I loved every fucking second.

I choked, trying to speak, and I felt her fingers loosen slightly.

“Please, baby,” I breathed in hard. “please let me come.”

“Fuck, Noah, you’re so fucking gorgeous.” She let go of my throat, reaching down to circle her clit. I felt her rhythm become unsteady.

“Leena, Jesus fucking Christ, please, baby, please.”

She thrusted faster, her climax coming uncoiled, and I felt her tighten around me.

“Oh, fuck!” She fell forward, wrapping her fingers in my hair.

“Fuck me, Noah. Fuck me, please!” Did I need to be told twice?

My hands gripped her ass and lifted her, slamming my hips up and pounded into her. She still hadn’t told me yet, so I was fighting as hard as I could to hold it together.

“Noah, come for me.” She cooed directly into my ear, her voice so fucking sweet.

I think I may have had a stroke, the sheer velocity of my orgasm ripping out of me. I let out a hard, visceral scream.

Once we were both still, her body laid lazily on top of me, I left soft kisses on her shoulder.

“I really am sorry, baby.”

She chuckled softly. “I know, babe.”

I turned my head to look at her face, looking absolutely exhausted.

“You’re so fucking amazing when you’re angry.”

She lazily lifted her eyebrow. “Did you start a fight just to have angry sex?”

I bit the inside of my cheek. That was probably the better answer.

“Maybe.” I tried to be coy, and she seemed to buy it.

I didn’t know what had come over me in the backyard, or why I got so annoyed with her talking to another man. I’m not like that, I never have been.

But something inside me told me that the feeling was going to get me into trouble.

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squirmhoney · 1 year

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hii. can i request a very dark non-con/dub-con modern aemond fic?

they are college classmates and they got a project together. they are not friends and they haven't talk to eachother, but due to the project, they have to met in the library of the university. while they are doing their project (probably philosophy or history) she explains her point of view in like politics or something like that and he disagrees, so they argue a bit about it and he, for some reason, gets hard listening to her. he asks her to stand up and when she does, he kisses her very roughly. she is confused and when she asks him what is going on he ignores her, he rips her tights (she is wearing a skirt) and begins to fuck her without even preparing her, she clearly doesn't understand what is happening but at some point she starts to feel pleasure, yet she is worried because he is fucking her in the table of a public library. at the end, she tells him to don't come inside of her because she isn't on birth control but he does it anyway.

oh also if you could add some size kink? like she is so small and easy for him to manhandle her and it is really hard for her to take his dick lol. just very dark kinky smut. thank you and sorry if i am asking for too much! <3

This Will Hurt

A/N: I’ll need to repent after this. Hahaha. Anyway I loved writing this and I think I followed the idea very well. But this is very dark so please all keep this in mind. Definitely my darkest fic so far. Also sorry for any differences in vocabulary obviously I’m from the UK so university and college are the same thing. Requests are still open. Warnings: Super dark fic. Non con. Dub con. 18+. Full on smut. Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Reader Word count: 1.7k

Anxiety crept into your bones as you scampered off the bus, trying to get to university library as fast as you possibly could. You had completely forgotten about your study session with Aemond, only realising halfway through a few drinks at the pub with your housemates. You were a complete mess after rushing between your flat and back to campus to be able to make it. Not only were you fifteen minutes late for the study session but you barely knew your project partner and this was definitely not the greatest first impression.

When you finally got to the library, you had to quickly run to the bathroom to sort yourself out, before making your way up the library elevator.

It wasn't till you made your way to the very back of the library that you found Aemond. He was situated in a book, carefully reading with his laptop beside him. He didn't bother to glance up when you placed your bag beside him, perching down in the seat and taking out your stuff.

"You're late," Aemond hissed, his eye glaring at you from the side.

Of course the most studious person on your course was going to be so aggravated about you being fifteen minutes late. Gods, why did your lecturer have to pair you up with him?

"Sorry," you muttered, pulling out your laptop and setting up the rest of your stuff.

Within half an hour you were both deep in thought as you begun different parts of your research project. Aemond barely bothered to speak to you and when ever you made a comment he would only make a hum in reply. You found Aemond tediously boring, hoping there would have been more to the quiet mysterious boy in class.

Aemond felt similarly towards you. While he had thought you were fairly attractive, especially in that skin tight skirt that hugged your figure, you were nothing more than that. All beauty and no brains.

His head lifted as he looked over your shoulder and onto your notes. Something peeked his interest as he scoffed turning back to his own notes.

"Something amusing?" You asked, turning to look at him now.

"Your notes they are very… biased," Aemond stated, leaning back in his chair.

"They aren't if they are backed up with sources," you stated, pointing at the clear quotes on your notes.

"I'm sure you could find some sources that would also contradict those statements," he told you, frowning slightly as his tone became abrasive.

"I'm sure you have something you really want to enlighten me with," you mocked, giving him a wicked smirk as you swivelled towards him. "Go on then, enlighten me."

"Well the Cold War isn't just due to American and Soviet aggression," he laughed in exasperation, chest tightening as he glared down at you. "It's due to so many other factors like the Second World War. You can't just rule these facts out. Also, you can't argue it's the mainly due to American's hatred towards communism just because you yourself hate capitalism."

"I never said I hated capitalism," you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Well, do you hate capitalism?" Aemond questioned, lips curled into a tight smile.

"I despise it actually," you confirmed, scowling back at him.

"See you base your argument on opinion," Aemond argued, voice growing louder. Luckily enough hardly any one was around definitely not bothering to be in the library this late in the evening. "This is where you will lose marks-"

"I do not base my sole argument on one point," you interrupted, practically shouting at him. "If you had taken a look at all of my notes you would see that it was the basis of my argument. In fact it makes very much sense that the American aggression towards communism and its constant need to colonise the rest of the world was what started the very conflict between the USSR and USA..."

Aemond was entranced as you continued to argue your point, completely thrown off by how you stood up for yourself. Maybe he was wrong about you, there were some intelligence inside that brain of yours. The way you argued your point face growing red and flustered, body tensing as you continued to point back to your notes was turning him on. His trousers felt suddenly tight and constricting as he watched you babble on.

"Aemond?" You raised a brow unsure if he was even listening to you anymore as he stood speechless before you.

He hummed as if he had been listening the whole time.

You rolled your eyes and scoffed loudly about to turn back to your notes.

"Stand up," he barked, standing up himself.

"What?" You stated up at him completely baffled.

"Stand up."

The way he held your stare so intense as his jaw clenched tightly. You found yourself standing obediently.

Your mouth opened slightly to snap back at him but Aemond forcefully shoved his lips onto yours. He yanked your resisting body towards his and practically threw your small frame onto the table. Your hands pushed and punched at him but he was stronger than you as he kept your hold on him.

You twisted your neck away, catching a breath of air as your face turned to the side. "What are you doing?" You protested, clawing at him.

His violet eye was dark and dilated as he looked down at you, bunching your skirt up to your waist. You crawled away from him, throwing the books off the table as you tried to get further away. Aemond dragged you back down by your legs, holding your body down with his weight as his hand made his way between your legs.

"Stop please," you pleaded, fear corsing through your body as tears welled in your eyes. "Aemond, seriously."

Your voice grew louder and with that Aemond was pressing his lips on to yours again. His hand slipped under your top, quickly groping at your tits. He groaned into your mouth tasting you and your tears as you weakly protested.

His hands reached between your thighs ripping at the tights that covered your panties. His fingers breeched your thong and Aemond was glad for such thin material shredding it away to leave him easy access.

"Please, Aemond. Stop," you sobbed, body shaking from terror at what was going on. Your mind clearly fogged as you stopped fighting against him, paralysed to the core at what was about to happen.

Aemond ignored your crying as he pressed sweet kisses along your jaw. His massive body pressed further on to you, leaving your frame crammed between him and the table.

"Shhh now," Aemond hummed into your ear, his mouth greedily sucking on your neck. "This will hurt a bit."

You hadn't realised he had unbuttoned his trousers as you felt his tip nudge at your entrance. You gasped in realisation, twisting away.

"No, no," you repeated, whimpering pathetically.

His hand covered your mouth as he slid his cock down your slit, positioning himself against your entrance. He was surprised at your slight arousal but he knew with his size it would hurt regardless.

"Be quiet," he whispered, looking from side to side at the area around you. “You don’t want someone to catch us now.”

Aemond thrusted himself into you, groaning into your ear as he felt how tight you were around his cock. The size of him felt so painful as he slid in and out of you, making you scream into his hands. But Aemond didn’t let up as he continued at his agonisingly slow pace, savouring the moment.

You feel yourself tensing as he teased your clit, circling it with his thumb. Finally you started to feel pleasure as he hit into your harder your sobs turned into whimpers under his hand. Your wetness started to coat him, making it easy for him to thrust in and out of you. Your pussy clenched around him drawing himself closer to the edge.

“Fuck your so tight around me,” he hissed, pushing his lips onto yours as he removed his hand. His hand now gripped onto your hips and hit into you deeper and harder than before, his thumb not giving up as it rubbed faster against your clit.

A moan escaped your lips, his name falling from your tongue and into his mouth as he kissed you feverishly. As the bundle of nerves built in your stomach, your mind become clouded, not able to even think about fighting against him.

Aemond realised this finally hovering over you to give you space. From his position he was able to carefully watch as the quiet moans and whines fell from your mouth. Your face contoured in pleasure at how full you felt from the size of him, enjoying the pleasure of the pace he had set.

You felt it washing over you suddenly as your pussy clenched around him, your thighs even squeezing around his hips to keep him close. His mouth covered yours once again smothering the loud cry that wrecked your body as you came undone underneath him.

You stared up at him as you came back up from your orgasm, realisation hitting you once again. His pace became sloppy and his tempo changed as he nestled his face into your neck. You panicked trying to push him off of you and Aemond grabbed your wrists to pin you down once again.

“I’m not on any birth control,” You squealed, using your hands to pull yourself away. It really was no problem use as Aemond kept you securely pinned down. “Aemond, you can’t don’t do this.”

Aemond didn’t listen as he coated your walls, masking his own moans into the skin of your neck. He made sure to pump every single bit into you until he knew he was done, holding himself there for a moment. When he pulled out, he watched completely entranced with the cum leaking out of your hole.

Softly he kissed all over your face trying to calm you as he held your trembling body. He fixed your skirt pulling it down, helping you get up from your position.

“I think I should help you get home,” Aemond told you, grabbing all of your stuff together. He held onto it not allowing you to escape. “It would be for the best.”

You nodded obediently, following him out of the library with shaky legs. When you finally looked up from the floor, you noticed Aemond with a proud grin on his face clear as day. The man that had just violated your very being but had made you cum harder than any man had ever before.

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neuralnetsprettypatterns · 16 days

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Hi, it was just wondering if you do any files for Sissification or to become a Gimp/Drone via Hypno ?

kinky regards

rubbergimp22

I appreciate the ask!

I do a ton of dronification files. I’d strongly recommend Drone Wave, Drone Tank, and Full Circle.

That is on my Patreon.

Use the Matrix link for a spreadsheet. That tracks about eight years of audio releases. @blink-blank-bliss helps to organize it, which is a feat.

If you go to the Soundgasm, you can find my first dronification files.

I have rubber files as well. Rubber band, featuring @flux-sux , is a recent banger.

I don’t use the term “gimp.” I’m a little gimpy myself. More importantly, I just can’t unsee Pulp Fiction.

A lot of people into sissification and sissy kink like my work. That tracks; I often present stylized visions of feminine submission. Fuck and suck and cook and clean and brains are for boys and all that. I have a raging boner for that stuff. I also obviously giggle about annoying grim secondwave radfems.

I’ve never focused on sissification per se. No kinkshame; it just doesn’t register for me. I love humiliating women. Humiliating them for being women? Meh. I don’t see womanhood as humiliating. I don’t see genderfluidity or transness as humiliating either. I’d rather focus on what a dumb slut you are.

Imagine this.

You’re in the kitchen, back in your slave collar and stripper heels. You’re wearing the cumdump apron, because it’s true. I put on your weighted nipple clamps to remind you. Cum’s dripping down your face. You’re not allowed to wipe it off. The cum trickle from your suckhole’s smearing your face writing. I wrote whOre on your face. Your mouth’s the O. I wrote it in cheap red lipstick, because I like how it smears. It’s like mascara tear streaks. I love those streaks because I love watching cunts fall apart.

The headphones are on. A loop of brainwashing audio has been melting your mind for hours. A vibrating ass plug pulses in time. You keep drooling on yourself and giggling like the dumb fleshlight you are. Every now and then, I’ll wake you up from brainless bliss so you can look in the mirror and see how degraded you are. I’m laughing, so you should too, Fifi. For real. Right now. I want a silly Fifi. If you aren’t silly, I’ll improve you. I’ll slap you silly, and you’ll thank me for it.

In that scenario, is your status as a woman really what’s humiliating?

THAT’S the headline?

I have more pressing things to communicate. Boy, girl, both, neither, boy to girl or girl to boy or girl to boy to girl. That’s all valid. I just don’t want it to distract you from the central lesson. Remember what’s important.

You’re holes, and you’re here to get your holes filled til you forget your name.

#brainwashing #bimboization #cnc free use #hypnosis #cnc somno #mind control #neural nets and pretty patterns #bimbo doll

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OH MY GOD OKAY HEY so me and a popular artist friend who shall not be named recently got into your fic Calories and Kink and IT IS SO HOT AND SUCH A HUGE INSPIRATION!!!! I literally started my own fic bc of it and I'm trying so hard to do my own things based on my own tastes and not lift too much inspiration xD

I just wanted to ask if any of your characters (Alexa, Reggie, or anyone else) has references? We may or may not be doing gay fanart for your adorable fat lesbian comfort fic.

Also I was stoked to find you're trans (us too)!!! Happy for you, also just learned you're a system!!! You both rock, keep up the good work, you got some real fans here :D

I think you just broke Ava's part of the brain lmao (she'll be fine) but thank you so so so much!! We've gotten so much lovely feedback on this story, and it means so much to us that what started as a kinky little side project has so engaged folks in our corner of the internet <3 Best of luck with your fic! One thing about writing is no one else is gonna do it like you, so even if you take inspiration, it'll still be your own.

It's funny you ask about references, because we've been thinking about commissioning some art for a while, just haven't gotten around to it (*coughcough* $$$). So like, we don't have ref sheets or anything. But (speaking of lifting inspiration) Reggie was originally inspired by one of NekoCrispy's characters, Astrid. Specifically the energy of this piece sparked something. Obviously we made Reggie a maned wolf and very much our own character, but we still think of her shape as similar to Astrid's (while compensating for NekoCrispy's more stylized hips), but 6' tall and with bigger arms ;)

For Alexa, shape- and vibe-wise, we go to https://www.tumblr.com/littlestpigletann. She's been posting since she was a lot smaller, so it's handy to dig back (on various platforms) and get a sense of Alexa at various points in the story. Although, Alexa's probably a bit lankier than Ann, who if I remember is 5'1" (Alexa's 5'6").

Feel free to DM us with any questions (about this stuff or w/e), we love chatting with folks! Honestly feels surreal to have people calling themselves fans and talking about doing art of something we created, like… Obviously no pressure to follow through, but we'd love to see what y'all come up with!!

Woo, trans! Honestly if we had a do-over, the one thing we'd change is making one or both of the MCs trans. We were just at a weird place with our dysphoria when we started writing it, and by the time we got comfier with things, there wasn't enough support in the story to retcon that. That's probably why we started doing more with Ash, tbh.

Okay, last anecdote here, the system thing is so funny in relation to Calories & Kink, because we didn't know we were plural when we wrote most of it, but we 1000% wrote Alexa and Reggie as individual self-inserts. When one of our partners started reading it, she compared us (still unaware) to Reggie because I fronted more during sex, but Ava, the more frequent fronter at the time, was like, "What? No, I'm way more like Alexa."

Anyway, thank you so much for sharing this message <3 We'll be giddy all day now ^^

Promise we'll work on the last few chapters soon--we really do want to give this thing a proper ending.

Take care,

Seija

#ask #my writing #calories and kink

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I've been non-stop thinking about squishy/chubby Hob for the past several days and now I see that someone brought it up here and I'm LOSING IT, okay? I don't even know how it happened but in my mind's eye, Hob is always slightly chubbier than average. Full dad bod. A tiny muffin top and love handles and thighs that could kill a man (Dream, in particular).

And Dream loves it. Loves the give of Hob's body, loves squeezing and pulling and pressing bruises into soft skin. There is a lot of strength hidden under that extra fat, strong muscles that can hold Dream up against the wall while Hob fucks him, and that is very good too, but having Hob in his lap and feeding him something sweet, perhaps strawberries and cream, and then holding his belly as Dream fucks him, praising him for taking good care of himself, that is VERY GOOD.

I'll go feral for Hob's soft belly. One day, I'll see feeding kink and actually bite off a bit of my screen.

Ohohoho you have come to the RIGHT place me friend.

Listen, I adore Ferdie, I am MADLY attracted to him. The only thing I’m sad about in seeing him portray Hob is that we don’t get to see his body change like it does in the comics. Comics!Hob is a big guy, obviously holds fat very easily. He also obviously uses his weight to help change his appearance - he goes from muscular-chunky in 1389 to relatively twinky in 1489, then back to the (literal) dad bod in 1589. Obviously that can’t be reflected in a TV show, but it does mean that I’m inevitably projecting my chubby Hob feelings onto show!Hob anyways.

I live for dad bod, comfortable, proud of his body Hob. He’s WORKED for that body. He worked for the muscles by changing the casks at the new inn and keeping up with the latest street fighting styles, but he worked just as hard to get himself a comfortable life where he can settle in, eat what he likes and gain some weight.

Dream understands and appreciates all of that. And in terms of texture? There’s nothing better than Hob’s squishy parts. To a touch starved Dream who spent a century in a glorified sensory deprivation chamber, Hob’s body is heaven. He could spend a good hour with his face smushed into Hob’s belly. No breathing necessary. Just softness and warmth.

And yes I’m feral for Dream’s fucking Hob doggy-style, gripping him by the love handles or belly and moaning every time he fucks forward and sinks into the soft body that he adores so much.

I have written some feeding kink stuff for these two, not very kinky but VERY soft. I fully intent to write more, but feel free to check out what I’ve done so far on ao3!

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft

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Fun fact, the story of Hades and Persephone has actually been romanticized since long before Twilight came out. Never mind antiquity, but in terms of modern media, the earliest example I can think of comes from Hercules: the Legendary Journeys, where the episode that retells the Homeric Hymn to Demeter came out in 1995! And if we do account for antiquity, the Ancient Greeks themselves saw the marriage as ideal and there actually are a few ancient sources that basically have Persephone preferring Hades and the Underworld to being aboveground with Demeter, but it should also be noted that these sources are Roman and not Greek (specifically Virgil's Georgics and Lucan's Pharsalia).

Don't get me wrong, Twilight definitely had a lot of influence here, I just thought I'd point out that this interpretation of the myth has been around for way longer than most people probably realize.

Oh I know, but that's sort of next to the point I was trying to make in that previous post. When I compared it to Twilight I guess like... I'm comparing it to the entire genre and trend of shitty manipulative romances being both romanticized as well as turned into "global phenomenons". Like they were romanticized before but at least they were just shitty cheap books in the back of the bookstore, you know? Now that they're turned into these big Hollywood fiascos, it makes it even easier to normalize these types of relationships and concepts. Even if we look back on Twilight and 50 Shades now and call it out for what it is, there are still a lot of people who absorbed those books/films in incredibly damaging ways (especially younger audiences in Twilight's case). You are what you eat, is what I'm saying. And it's a much bigger problem than LO but I do think LO is a symptom of the problem, which is - instead of stories being written by men through a toxic male gaze in which women are objectified and hypersexualized and men are told not to cry, now we have stories being written by woman through a toxic female gaze in which women are "empowered" by being carried around like dolls by an emotionally stunted man who wants to cry but just whips them in the bedroom instead.

It's still pretty much the male gaze but with extra steps.

IDK if I'm explaining that well though LMAO Obviously I don't want to generalize and reduce the entire dark romance genre to its worst writers but this is why it annoys me to no end that stories like Twilight, After, 50 Shades, and LO keep getting propelled to the forefront of the genre zeitgeist. It makes the people who aren't a bunch of creeps writing their kinky self-insert power fantasies look bad just by affiliation. And it sets an incredibly shitty standard for those who are introduced to the genre through these works.

The reality is (and I'm speaking very candidly here from my own experiences so take with grains of salt if you must, you don't have to agree) being a woman - or being an under-represented minority/individual in general, whether you're LGBTQ+ or neurodivergent or POC - doesn't mean you're magically protected from thinking or writing the same stuff as the problematic majority. You are what you eat. If you grew up consuming toxic heteronormative content (which EVERYONE does because it's FUCKING EVERYWHERE LMAO) then of course you're gonna go on to write the same stuff unless you challenge it in some way, either by reading other opinions that don't "play it safe" just to look good, or reading other content entirely that isn't subject to the norm of "what's popular". Always be willing to broaden your horizons and don't forget - just because it makes a lot of money doesn't automatically mean it's good.

#that turned into an essay oops-#lore olympus critical #lo critical #anti lore olympus #antiloreolympus #ama #ask me anything #anon ask me anything #anon ama

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craetor · 1 year

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Another Death Note book, another Tumblr post of overanalyzing details within it

This is a literal reformatted Twitter thread that was collected as the book was read, so, in theory, one could just flip through the book & find the things addressed all in order. Enjoy my needlessly high IQ going to town on this damn legendary expansion pack AU spin-off novel...

This obviously contains spoilers to L Change The World

"I'm no good with girls" - L Lawliet, like 2004? (He probably had a real good time having Misa around)

L calls the kids of Wammy's House "letters" (*tries not to explode*)

It's verified that the orphans are entrusted with solving cases as grave as murders to prove & train themselves

Beyond Birthday is mentioned to crack his neck in LABB, which is oddly enough also a habit of Ryuk's. Shinigami urges, especially those of the rather unhinged kind

Suruga heard that L never even showed his face to Misora, meaning she kept quiet about their encounter to everyone until her very death. Which is pretty nice.

Tbh Beyond wasn't too far off about mocking L's behavior. He does tend to crawl when he's being frantic & is also a messy eater (from getting food on himself when not provided with utensils (even when he is...), to consuming excessive amounts of sweet toppings)

There's too many "god"s in DN names... ('Kagami' can be translated to 'nurse god' which is so stupid & uncreative /affectionately)

"L's back grew rounder as he sat on the sofa with his knees tucked tightly against his chest. [...] He seemed to be burdened by the weight of something very heavy that she could not see". L's slouch gets lower after Watari dies under his surveillance. Nothing new, just fantastic symbolism that I love about him.

Also how actually well L suppresses his emotions while working on cases is really outlined in this book. It gets to a point where he seems apathetic, as people who've seemingly gone through trauma reunite over tears in front of him, while minutes beforehand, he's exuded real sadness over Watari's passing. (this is not inherently negative or positive)

His reputation with the FBI really sticks to him like a tick, yet it's suppressing his humanity that gets L to do what's needed & initiate measures necessary (which earned him the ill-willed reputation of kinky bizarre murder-loving detective. Whereby I still can't quite locate the origin of the "murder-loving" part..)

"Nobody would think anything important to be in a bag of potato chips, don't you think?" Honey, first of all, how did you fit an entire notebook into a bag of potato chips without it looking like it's your 1 pound hershey's chocolate stash... Oh, and L has a pattern of emulating tricks that people have used to try and fool him

It seems that L wasn't lying when he said that he's a fan of Misa's work, though idrk what to make of that... Not everything in the half-canon is canon, kids. M went a bit too hard on that 'L is weird & creepy' at times. Until it's not even goofy and ridiculous anymore, I'm just.. concerned?

L seems fulfilled and glad when he's stressed about saving the world. Nothing like a superiority complex, just very INTJ.

L will know to evaluate people so much as to accept food from the ones trying to deceive him, if he knows they're pacifists. Having them vacuum his room & stuff, letting them think they're earning his trust. A side of him we haven't seen thus far, just thought it to be important to share.

Watari, now officially L's mentor and father figure (we knew this but i love it)

The fact that L prones to share sweets with anyone compatible to himself or whoever he wants to tempt is not just a quirky gesture of respect, but actually seems to write out, more than anything, 'let's put us on the same level here. Have this thing that indicates gross luxury within societal hierarchy while also being the thing that keeps me going on an everyday-basis'

Fem-disguise flirty L. He's enjoying the vibe & living vicariously. That's it that's the jot

And then there's page 151. And i wonder, am I needed here at all?

The "L-organization" Blue Ship made up is comically the truest hypothesis that has existed as a theory about L. After all, Wammy's House is the founding ground of 26 Ls each generation to come

Watari seems to be involved with the Wammy's kids more than initially thought. But this could also be Kujo's illusion, as having any contact with the one closest to L at all would be a big deal and in her mind more prominently

And finally, the relationship that was created between L & Light is closer to love and worship than friendship. Even best friends. L's reliance on the thought of Light even exists as comfort in heavily emotionally distressing situations. Your definitely romantically touched soulmate-other-half-comfort-human can be your best friend too is what I'm trying to say. Like, you don't have to choose. Just add it to the list.

Verdict: I assume the main point of the book is literally to clear up misunderstandings about L, hence information about him is being blatantly pointed out and aggressively reinforced around every corner. But I'm here anyways because page 151 exists for me and me only (and everybody else who's done their thing correctly before having read this thing) as a pat on the back and a hearty 'good job'. It was fun to have found a couple more hidden details along the way too though. L called Light his 'best friend' like he called Misora 'some guy in the US who told me about capoeira'

#i know 'kagami' means mirror but he's a doctor & im too lazy to think about a deeper meaning in this random side character's role #misora saying 'married couples think alike' is peak lawlight moment #pretty impressive that 'Tucked Tightly' isnt a name written in the death note #legit hated the writing style at points but went through with it just to pinched-fingeredly pick out must-have bullet points given by Ohba #on another note i also adored it #oh death note....#l change the world #character analysis #my writing #wammy's house #maki nikaido #beyond birthday #naomi misora #i mentioned her so much come on..#light yagami #i bet reading it in Japanese is better tbh #l lawliet

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