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multifandomlover01 · 10 days

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Not Some Innocent Kid

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Based on @reidswhore post about “innocent” Spencer vs. not so innocent Spencer and fic semi-requested by @reiderrambles

Warnings: 18+ MDNI fairly neutral dynamic but sub!reader and soft!dom Spencer if you wanted to label it, Derek talking about his “conquests”, teasing Spencer about being inexperienced, loss of virginity mention, mention of reader “not being a screamer”, orgasm denial mentioned, overstimulating mentioned, neck nibbling/kissing, orgasm denial depicted, reader screaming, condom mentioned, no birth control mentioned, affectionate sex, lots of terms of endearment used, slightly insecure Spencer, praise kink, slightly OOC Derek, slightly OOC Spencer

Summary: While Derek is talking about a woman he recently slept with, he makes a comment about her and then about Spencer (and his inexperience with women and pleasure), causing Spencer to get lost in a daydream that directly contradicted what Derek just said (Spencer is very capable of bringing a woman pleasure)

WC: ~1.2k

Disclaimer: not the most polished or finished it could be but…here we are lol screw dialogue tags…who needs them? (Me…I need them)

Gif not necessarily indicative of timeline placement…but it’s an estimate

Shut up. Shut up. Shut the fuck up, Derek.

Spencer thought this but couldn’t quite bring himself to say it. Derek was going on and on about how great he was in bed and took every opportunity to tease Spencer about how virginal he seemed. But Spencer was far from a virgin. Not long after he’d turned 24, he’d lost his virginity to his equally as quiet and reserved team member. No one would have suspected, least of all the two of them, that the dam would break that night for them and they’d be insatiable for each other.

They couldn’t stop. Every private moment was spent together mostly naked with their hands and lips all over each other.

“Yeah, I had her screaming my name. Bet you don’t know what that’s like, do you, kid? Well…your time will come.” Derek teased him.

Spencer suppressed a smirk as he thought of the most recent intimate encounter with his friend with benefits…or lover…or partner (he wasn’t quite sure what they were if he was being honest).

“You like that, baby? You like it when I don’t show you mercy? When I use you like a little toy?” Spencer husked into your ear as his hips snapped into you from behind as he had you on your hands and knees on the bed while he supported you with an arm around your middle and his hand on your hip. He had found sexual encounters with you to be rather liberating. You trusted him completely and he cared about you a lot. He’d never hurt you. But this dynamic really allowed him to exercise a degree of control over and with another person that he didn’t really have anywhere else in his life. The degree of control he had over his mother was not voluntary although he took that just as seriously as he took this.

“Y-yes.” You whimpered.

“Say my name, sweetheart. I wanna hear you say it.” The hand on your hip snaked around to rub at your already sensitive clit.

“S-Spencer.” You say breathily.

He gives your clit a little slap.

“Louder, hon. Let me get my first noise complaint from old Mrs. Davis across the hall. She’s always going on about how respectful and quiet I am. Just like Derek goes on about how much of a kid I still am. I’m sick of it. Aren’t I good enough, darling? Can’t I make you scream and cum for me?”

He rubs your clit faster as he snaps his hips faster.

“I dunno…I’m not-“

“A screamer. I know, angel. But maybe we can change that, huh? I’ve made you cum before. I’ll do it again. I’ll do it better. I’ll make you feel so good.” Despite him being slightly dominant right now, he was almost pleading with you to meet him half way.

“I-I’ll try.”

“I know you will, sweetie, I know you will. You’re so good for me.” He buries his face in your neck to press kisses to it, hoping to add to the sensations you were feeling.

He picks up the pace of his hips and his fingers, rubbing your clit in circles.

“I wanna try something, honey. Will you let me try something?” He murmurs against your ear, having kissed his way up to it..

“Y-yeah…what do you wanna try?”

“Can I deny you your orgasm? Can you be my good girl and cum when I tell you to? Not before? Maybe that’ll make it feel better. I know it’s different for every woman but I’ve read that it can make it feel better.” He says, again seeming a bit desperate now, willing to do anything to enhance this experience for himself and for his partner.

“I…I can try. You can try to overstimulate me if you’d like.” You offered, also trying to pitch ideas that could help the experience.

“One thing at a time, love. One thing at a time.”

“Ok…One thing…orgasm denial.”

“One thing…orgasm denial.” He agrees. “If that doesn’t work…then we can try overstimulation.”

“Ok…that sounds good.”

“Yeah? Good.”

Once you two were in agreement, effort was put back into achieving pleasure. Spencer continued to snap his hips against yours (for a skinny guy who didn’t work out, he sure had a good amount of stamina). His fingers continued to work at your clit. Your warm and soft walls suck his cock in like it’s afraid to let it leave the sanctuary.

“Remember, love, you’re not allowed to cum until I say you can. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?” He rasps in your ear.

“Y-yeah…I can do that. I can try.”

“Good girl. Tell me when you’re close so I can delay it just a bit. It won’t be long, I promise.”

With the way his cock is hitting just the right spot inside you, the way his fingers are working your clit, and the way he’s nibbling your neck lightly all combine to help you get close to the edge.

“Spence…I-I’m close, baby.” You pant lightly.

“Hmm…yeah? Don’t cum yet, ok?” He murmurs in your ear.

“Ok…I won’t. I won’t until you tell me to.”

“That’s my good girl. It won’t be too torturous, I promise.” He increases the pace of his fingers on your clit and his thrusts are deep and calculated but not feral. They are a nice even pace that’s not too overwhelmingly fast.

Your whines and whimpers increase as your legs shake. “S-Spencer…I…I can’t…”

“You can. You will, love. You can do it. I believe in you. Just a little longer, ok? Not too much longer.” He lovingly rubs his nose against your neck as he picks up his thrust pace just a bit, going just as deep as he continues to rub your clit at an increased pace.

“Spence…please.” Your voice raises in pitch.

“Few more seconds, hon. Just a few more seconds.”

You could almost cry with how much pleasure you’re feeling.

“Sp-“ you go to say again, your voice slightly increasing in volume.

“Now.” He commands.

Your body obeys him without you having to do anything. It just…lets go.

“Oh my god, Spencer, fuck!” You shout, a lot louder than intended. You cling to him as you shake.

“That’s what I’m doing, sweetness.” You can’t see his smirk but you can feel it against your neck as he continues to work you through your orgasm. It doesn’t take long before he’s emptying his load into the condom. He pants against your neck as he peppers it with kisses.

“Do you know…what you…just did for me, darling?” He slowly pulls out of you.

“Screamed louder than I should’ve?” You chuckle softly.

“Besides that.”

“Besides that?”

“Mhm…besides that.”

“N-no…what?”

“Look at the condom, hon.”

“‘M too…tired.”

He chuckles. “It’s soaked, love. I think you squirted over it a bit.”

“Wha-? Really?”

“Mhm. You did such a great job for me, love.”

“Kid…hey, Reid!” Derek waves in front of Spencer’s face.

“You still with us? You looked a little spaced out.” JJ states, chuckling slightly.

“I’m fine. I just zoned out after Morgan related his fifth conquest in a week to us.”

“Do you have something you’d like to talk about, then?” Derek scoffs.

“No.” Spencer says simply, shaking his head.

“You will one day, kid. You will one day.”

“‘M not a kid.” Spencer mutters. You and he share a quick glance and a small smirk.

“Oh? You’re not? You got any spicy stories to tell?”

“Maybe one day…when I think you can handle it.”

“Ooh…ok, ok.”

#Spencer Reid #criminal minds #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid smut #criminal minds smut #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds x reader

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visionsofmagic · 1 year

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where to kiss [gow headcanon]

prompt: where gow characters like to kiss reader the most

character(s): kratos, thor, baldur, tyr, freya, freyr, mimir, faye & heimdall

tags&notes: gn!reader, fluff, kisses *clearly*, touches. no proofread.

enjoy!

KRATOS likes to kiss your abdomen although he is a man who is fond of every part of your body. he doesn't know why he loves there so much to put lots of kisses but at the end of the day, he is amused by how you put his head on your abdomen, caressing his back while he is sitting on the floor. then, his hot breath hit your abdomen and when he sees your flushed face, he thinks it is better to show his love through the kisses he put on your bare abdomen.

THOR is a hand kisser lover because he tends to show the love he has for you with a gentle way contrary to his massive physical look. he is for sure so strong but when he is with you, he just becomes so naive and delicate towards you and he doesn't mean to harm you with his strength in any way. so, he prefers to kiss you gentle and on hands in order to show you how you are being the most important thing in his life. he puts many kisses on your hands, fingers and palms.

BALDUR likes to kiss, mostly, your lips even if he can't feel it. not feeling your body's warmth under his skin is something he carves for so long but he can't help it since it is a curse for him. however, he finds you as a cure because you make him want to kiss you so much even though there is no such feeling except those he feels on his chest. it is not something he faces before and he loves to have it, so, he chooses your lips to show his affection of you.

TYR is a gentle lover who wants you to feel like you are the most magnificent thing on entire realms he can across to. therefore, he loves to kiss everywhere of your body but if he has to chose a favorite one, he will pick your shoulders because he likes to kneel down to your level and put some kisses on your left and right shoulders while you are working on something. he thinks he helps you to get rid of the exhausting works and gives some relaxation. he is a thoughtful lover.

FREYA is a lip kisser because even though she tries to deny it, she likes to show her dominance side through the kisses you two share. however, she likes to be dominanted by you with your rough but lovely ones as well. she likes how her and your emotions flows within these rough but also gentle kisses. and she even likes to bite your lips from time to time with a mischievous smirk on her face.

FREYR is a man of love, affection and friendship. he is a god who enjoys seeing his lover being so loved by him. therefore, he doesn't try to hide any of his emotions even though he can be shy from time to time except intimate moments. he is likely to have your all face as favorite kiss point because he loves to hold it with his palms and put kisses from forehead to chin. he finds you so cute trying to escape from his hold, trying to hide your liking with a blushed face.

MIMIR also likely to choose your hands and knuckles as where he enjoys kissing you mostly. he has manner and he knows how to treat his lover at hight quality and with lots of affection and he also wants you to feel the great love he has for you from these kisses. he allows you to put your hand in front of his lips and wait for him to kiss because both he and you know how it gives chills down to your spine, feeling being loved by your lover in a very gentle manner.

FAYE is a strong woman no one can deny. like thor, her power don't show itself in intimate moments. she knows you can handle some rough - and intimate moments but she would like to be delicate since you are meaning a lot to her; her beloved lover. so, both her touches and kisses tend to be sensitive towards you. her hands travel around your body slowly and carefully, showing her love with a calm nature, and her kisses are the same. being the love of calm and loving attitude, she chooses your chest to kiss whenever she finds a free time to get in touch with you in a closer way. to her, your chest is the closest way to reach your heart beneath your skin. also, it is where you love to have her because it is easier for you to hug her body when she puts her head on it. in these times, she kisses your chest multiple times.

HEIMDALL is shy, you can say that. he is shy and cocky since he doesn't want to show his addiction of you and he denies it when it comes to kissing. yes, he loves to kiss everywhere of your body since it is clearly belong to him and no one else - and his belong to yours. however, when you ask him where he likes to kiss the most on your body, he would make a joke like how you thought he would pick somewhere but eventually, he would decide to say how he love every part of you and can not choose. maybe, if you puss him harder, he would say 'the lips' in a very low tone and he doesn't want you to speak about it any longer but yes, he likes when you smirk with knowledge whenever he looks at your lips.

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virgolixx · 7 months

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Could we please get some nsfw/kink headcanons for Erza, Juvia and Mirajane with a male reader?

Head cannon:

:How are these fairy tail women in bed with their Male S/O, what are their kinks?:

Erza, Juvia, Mirajane

Theme: NSFW 18+

⚠️warnings: Sexual mentions

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Erza:

For Erza I feel like she’s more on the “normal” side when getting heated in the bed room.

Erza is a switch but leans more to a submissive side, yes she’s powerful on the battle field but I know for a fact this woman wants a man to dominate her in the bedroom, allowing her femininity to come out (But I know she gets flustered easily).

I know for a fact Erza’s tough exterior will crumble the moment you would man handle her into different positions (of course in a silly respectful way). Erza would mostly like good old missionary or any position where you both can see each other’s faces. (Erza is just trying to take in this intimate moment she’s having with you).

As for kinks I feel like Erza would probably enjoy the more simple common ones, like spanking, a mixture of praise and degradation. But I feel like if you where to mention any other kinks she wouldn’t mind to try it out.

Rounds: I feel like it all depends on the time you both may have. Around 1-3 rounds for sure.

Noise: Erza makes a good amount of noise at a good volume. She’ll moan, whimper and grip onto you (As I said earlier Erza gets easily flustered so I know for a fact Erza would bite on her hand, as a way to muffle her noises and to hide from the slight embarrassment).

With Erza I feel like she wouldn’t really like to give head but if you ask her nicely for it on occasions she will agree.

So please complement her and take good care of her, make sure she’s totally comfortable, she’s just a soft baby who wants pleasure from her man, but sometimes with her hard exterior during battles to this change can quite maybe have her a bit afraid.

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Juvia:

Juvia hands down is 100% submissive and absolutely a loud proud freaky girl.

Knowing Juvia is absolutely obsessed with you so she will absolutely do anything to please you in bed.

Juvia would love being man handled during intimacy moments. Juvia is down for any position you would like to try, but I feel like Juvia would mostly like to be cowgirl and doggy (Miss Juvia just wants to be fucked into the mattress and have you controlling her hips while she’s on top during cowgirl).

As for kinks I know for a fact Juvia would be into temperature play, roll some ice cubes over her skin. I feel like Juvia would like edge play, degradation and choking.

Rounds: Differently 4-5

Noise: Juvia makes the most noise. Either by moaning or praising how good you are doing her (Juvia will probably be flustered but will keep going, her body would feel fresh due to her power but her cheeks are very blushed and warm).

Juvia would absolutely love to give you head, it honestly gets her going as well and ready for the action to begin.

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Mirajane:

Mirajane is also a switch but I feel like she would lean more towards being dominant (I mean come on miss girl is literally a she demon, that soft girl vibes are out the window the moment you and her are alone behind doors).

If you are to catch Mirajane when she’s more submissive she would possibly be as flustered as Erza is but would completely let you ruin her in any way you would see fit.

Just like Juvia, Mirajane is open to any position, but I feel like her favorite would be cow girl when dominant. But when submissive Mirajane would like it when the both of you are on your sides and you just slip into her from behind.

For kinks Mirajane is down and open with anything. Either it be her receiving or giving she’s so down. (Though I feel like she’s mostly enjoy, choking, her to leave back scratches on you, edge play, degradation and biting/leaving marks)

Rounds: I pray for you sir cause if Mirajane is on her dominant side…well you basically have a long night ahead of you, but either way even when Mirajane is more submissive she could probably go up to 3-5 rounds.

Noise: I feel like Mirajane would be more on the quieter side but she would still whimper and gasp.

I know for a fact Mirajane would give the best head any man would ever get to experience. Could possibly make any man cum multiple time with head alone.

#fairy tail #fairy tail erza #fairy tail x reader #fairy tail smut #fairy tail Erza x reader #fairy tail mirajane #fairy tail juvia #fairy tail guild #fairy tail fanfic #erza x reader #mirajane strauss #erza scarlet #juvia lockser #Juvia x reader #Mirajane x reader

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lavendertales · 1 year

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Hellooooo. Javi x female reader where she dommes him, he’s a bratty sub and maybe she could even peg him? I think It’d be a great dynamic which not only would give more power to the woman but could also explore male anal pleasure!! Xoxox

oooh I love it!! I hope you like this, bby❤️

cold sweat || Javier Peña x f!reader**

word count: 1k

warnings: pegging, dom!reader, sub!Javi, male masturbation.

AGELESS/EMPTY BLOGS & MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!

Being with a man like Javier Peña came with its challenges. All he had time and patience for was sex, and you happily complied with that. You weren’t looking for anything more in such treacherous times. You quickly got the hang of his persona, his charm, and how he liked to do things. He was one to prefer rough and quick fixes, seldom taking the rare opportunity to spend a few extra minutes going down on you or trying out a new position, slow and steady.

But Javier began to discover more about you too, and he found that you had a knack for being dominant as well. Surprisingly, Javier found himself pleading for you and your touch more often than not.

And, even more surprisingly, he liked it.

He liked it when you took charge. He liked the look on your face when he begged you to fuck him already. It was a whole other side of him that he enjoyed exploring with you, and you sure appreciated and liked to know that he was open to your needs and desires as well.

Tonight though, he dared go a bit further. Tonight, he teased and toyed with you so much throughout dinner, you began to lose your patience. You warned him in the sultriest tone possible to not start something he can’t finish, to which he had responded, in the same tone, “I never do, and I always finish”.

Now, after having spent half an hour on the way back to his apartment continuing with his bratty remarks, Javier found himself naked on the bed, on all fours. Anticipation got his head spinning and his heart in his throat.

“Have you ever tried this?” you asked from the bathroom.

“Not really. I’ve been a little curious, not gonna lie.”

You chuckled, appearing in the door frame, strapped up. “I’m glad to hear that. ‘Cause I’m gonna teach you a thing or two about being a brat. Kind of like you taught me when we started going out, remember?”

Javier smiled fondly. “I remember very well, querida.”

“Good. And remember, if you are uncomfortable or in any pain, you use the safe word. Are we clear?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good boy.”

You squirted the lube on your hands, carefully spreading it around the tight ring of flesh, closely listening to Javier’s sounds. You peppered a few kisses on his butt and his back, letting him know that while you were there to teach him a good lesson, you were still attentive to the situation. You spread some more lube on the strap’s head, guiding it carefully to the entrance you prepared prior. You fit the tip carefully and very slowly, stealing glances at Javier’s face up front, contorted in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“Are you okay? How’s this feel?” you checked.

Javier grunted, adjusting to the feeling of warmth and fullness inside of him. This must be what she feels, he fleetingly thought. He shuddered.

“Good,” he replied.

“You want all of me in?”

“Yes, baby, please.”

“Do you think you deserve it?”

“Please, I need it.”

“You need me inside you like this? Hm?”

You didn’t move, allowing him to adjust to the size and the sensation.

“Yes, fuck—“

You deemed that was enough, so you gave the first experimental thrust. Javier moaned, his breaths shallow and unsteady, just like him. You pushed in a little deeper, leaning over his back to hear more of his reactions.

“Still good?” you asked.

“Yes.”

“You want my cock, hm?”

“Yes, please—“

“Hmm, I don’t know if you deserve it. You’ve been kind of a brat the whole evening.”

“I’ll be good, I fuckin’ promise, I just—just move, please baby. I need you.”

“Yeah? Want me to fuck you like this?”

“Fuck yes.”

You gave another thrust, still slow, and Javier moaned again. Seeing him like this, so obedient and needy and on your knees for you, while you remained so deeply sheathed inside you was such a rush. It sent a gust of heat straight to your core. You knew you’d want him the same way a bit later.

But for now, you focused on the task at hand, fulfilling both your needs.

You start to move a bit more, with Javier grunting appreciative things in return.

“Can I—can I touch myself, querida?” he dared ask. “P-Please.”

“Not yet.”

You knew he was impossibly hard and that he could come at any second, but this was supposed to be a form of punishment after all. Javier soldiered through, though the aching need to jerk himself off while you fucked him like that was overpowering him. But he was stubborn, and he knew he had this coming all along.

“You take me so good, baby,” you say, picking up the pace in the slightest. “Doing so good for me.”

Javier could only grunt. If you kept going at that pace, he’ll come without even a single touch on his weeping cock.

“Tell me how good I make you feel.”

“So—fucking good, querida—so fucking good.”

The sounds emerging from his mouth are truly sinful, a pleasure in and of itself.

“Now you can touch yourself.”

All too eager, Javier’s hand instinctively grabbed his cock and began stroking. The pleasure building within was insurmountable: so full and warm with you, and so desperate with his own touch. He groaned when you grinded into him, snapping your hips at a moderate pace, chasing his high just as much as he was chasing his own.

“Can I come?” he asked. “Can I—please come? So close…”

“Are you gonna be a brat still?”

“N-No.”

“Then you can come.”

With a few more strokes and a few more thrusts, Javier spilled himself over the bed, unable to contain his moans. He’s never felt pleasure quite like this, surrounding him and overwhelming him.

And by whatever God was out there, it was marvelous.

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cevansbrat0007 · 1 year

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Twin Flames: Part One

Summary: When firefighter Curtis Everett suspects that he's found his twin flame, he plans to slowly ease her into his lifestyle of dominance and submission. Until one night when it all goes up in smoke. Firefighter!Curtis Everett x OFC

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of Death, House Fires, Mention of Exes, Mentions of D/s Lifestyle, Mentions of Daddy Kink, Alcohol Consumption, Eventual Smut, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Dedicated to @curls-and-eyeliner for helping me flesh this out. This installment is part of my ongoing Trio Series. There will be a second part to this, detailing Curtis and Ruby's actual first meeting the night of the play party. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated and encouraged.

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As a firefighter, Curtis Everett has seen some terrible things in his line of work as a first responder. He's lost people on the job more than once. But the first time it happened…

The memory of that night still follows him. The things he witnessed, the smell of charred flesh. That’s the kind of shit that changes a person, it leaves behind a lasting mark.

The first person he ever lost while out on a call – it wrecked him. And in the aftermath Curtis was left to deal with it all on his own because Serena, his girlfriend of several years, was too busy partying to pick up the phone when he needed her. She had swiped his credit card so that she could show her friends a good time, which also included half the bar.

After all, it wasn’t like it was her money. And although they ended things soon after, that woman wasn’t prepared to go quietly. She felt that she’d put up with a lot from him, especially whenever she reluctantly allowed him to indulge in some of his darker fantasies.

In her mind, he owed her. And in time, she would collect.

But Curtis would eventually recover from that loss and move on, because that’s kind of one of the requirements of the job. After that horrible night, he vowed to do better. He became laser focused, determined to push himself to the limit. And it worked, at least for a while. But sometimes life is rather unpredictable.

Just like the flames.

The next time he lost someone on his watch, it threatened to take him his fucking knees. Because that day – that day the victim was a little girl. Iris Caldwell, who was barely five-years-old. Her weeping mother had kept repeating over and over again that she’d just had a birthday two days prior.

And they had plans to celebrate that weekend. But the flames…they’d gotten to her first. And her tiny lungs had been no match for the heat and the smoke.

Curtis had been the one to carry out her small, lifeless body - tears clouding his vision through the cover of his mask. He handed her off to an EMT and then stood motionless several yards away as chaos surged around him. His eyes were trained on the child, his frozen gaze never leaving her fallen form as the crew desperately tried to resuscitate her. However, when their efforts proved to be unsuccessful he placed the weight of that blame squarely upon his own shoulders.

He’d been the one who failed poor Iris. And then the endless loop of “what-ifs” began.

What if they’d arrived at the scene a few moments sooner? What if he’d been just a fraction of a second quicker as he was making his way into the house, trying to navigate a path through the blaze? What if he hadn’t struggled to break down the heavy oak door that had kept them from Iris, leaving her trapped to contend with the flames alone before she eventually succumbed to her injuries?

Later that night, someone showed him her picture, one of his teammates that had been with him on the call. In the photo, Iris had been wearing a sparkly pink crown, looking every inch the princess she was pretending to be. But it was her eyes that struck him – those big, beautiful eyes that reminded him so much of someone else he’d encountered not too long ago. A person that he’d met at one of the parties he liked to frequent as of late in his search to find the right woman.

The type of woman who enjoyed the same games he liked to play. The type of woman who could manage him, who could accept him for the man that he was and would always be. A woman who was not only capable of understanding his dominant nature, but of embracing it.

He’d met a woman who’s spirit called to his own – so much so that when she abruptly left, he chased her down. Curtis had felt compelled to know her, to gentle the young woman who’s inner fire seemed to burn so bright, he couldn’t bear to watch it be so clumsily extinguished by someone else. By a lesser man who wouldn’t understand, nor appreciate, the gift that would be her eventual submission.

Rubeena Maxwell. That had been her name. And what they’d shared the night at Club Domino after he’d chased her down had been amazing. But he hadn’t pursued her after that, wanting to court her right. To show her that he could be the man he knew she deserved. And in order to do that he had to be on top of his game.

As a man. As a Dominant. And as a Daddy.

But the night he and his team had lost that child, deep down he knew that he couldn’t go through this alone. Well, he could, but he didn’t want to – even as he tried to drink it all away.

That night he tried to bury himself so deep in the bottom of a bottle that it – along with everything else – would all fade away. Wanted to get so drunk off his ass that he wouldn’t have to feel a damn thing until after morning light. However, when that proves to be damn near impossible he leaves the bar in search of another form of solace.

He knew that he needed something more. He needed her.

Ruby.

They weren’t together, at least not yet. They’d only been out a few times, enough for her to realize that there was more to Curtis than he initially let on. There was pain, there was baggage, as well as the ghost of an ex-girlfriend who was still taking up so much space that it left virtually no room for a third person.

For Ruby to stake her claim on this man’s heart.

So she tried to put the brakes on things, effectively ending their relationship before it had truly ever begun. Because in truth, she had her own issues to contend with. And none of them involved a charming six-foot-something firefighter sporting a chiseled jaw and tempting blue eyes.

However, when he showed up on her doorstep two weeks after their very first meeting, looking every bit as lost as confused she felt, she had no choice but to let him in. Especially since the gorgeous first responder appeared to be so drunk he could barely stand, let alone talk.

The moment she opened her door, Curtis pulled her into his arms, whispering into her curls over and over again about how sorry he was – for everything. For not being enough. For not getting there in time. Followed by a litany of nonsensical rambles about Ruby’s eyes, and how there was so much life in them.

And how he never wanted to be the reason that it disappeared.

Curtis just wanted to tell her – someone, anyone, really – that he had tried that day. That he had resolved himself to do better. And then he broke, right there on her front porch as she wrapped her arms around his big body as his powerful shoulders shook with the force of his tortured sobs.

And whether she knew it or not, that was the night Rubeena Maxwell opened her heart to the beautifully damaged man who would become her lover, her partner, and the most dominant force in her life.

That was the night she and Curtis Everett became a team. And this right here is just the beginning of their story before they would eventually become part of The Trio.

Next part coming soon...

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dominantslasherking · 2 years

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Smut

Asa Emory x Possessive Male reader

The Collector/Asa Emory with Dominant Male S/o

My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+.

[Eye color] eyes glinted over to his partner as he was observing the woman he recently kidnapped, you knew that he didn't harbor any feelings for his victims, but it always got on your nerves when he would brush his hand through their hair, or tease them a bit, with food after he finishes torturing them.

Sometimes Asa liked to keep some alive longer because he enjoyed the thrill of them begging to know that they were completely under his whim whether it was males or females or any other type of gender.

However, this did annoy you to such an extent, that you would ignore Asa for a while until he murdered the victim he was toying with. But he kept doing it! Asa honestly hasn't learned anything of your possessiveness, maybe he does it to spite you or something, to purposely make you jealous.

"Asa.." Your husky voice called out, his form retreating back slightly from his victim, and trotting over to you as if he had not done anything wrong.

Slowly your eyes made their way back over to the woman, who almost had a relieved face when Asa touched her hair, did she really think she had a chance, did she really think Asa took an interest in her? Your blood boiled at the thought of the victim trying to seduce Asa.

You suddenly looked down at Asa, your form towering over his own as he stared at you with his dark black eyes, your hands suddenly make their way over to his mask, before your thumb placed itself on his bottom lip in a rather seductive way.

When you pulled away Asa pulled closer, his eyes slightly titling towards the victims enraging you as your lips smashed against his. He didn't kiss back, because he really wasn't that good at kissing, so he just let you take control, but you could tell he enjoyed it from the way he would tug you in further.

Suddenly, both of your bodies began to move over towards the cell where the woman was kept captive, she was surprised because she didn't see you from all the way over there, maybe it was because her main focus was on her captor.

Tugging at Asa's pants you growled into his ear while slamming his body against the cell, "Fine, you like your victims so much, they can watch as I fuck you." Your harsh voice spoke into his ear, as Asa squirmed slightly, not liking the idea of being vulnerable in front of a victim, but it made him riled and even hornier just thinking about it.

His mask was pushed into the cell wall as he was now directly looking at the victim, his eyes holding no sign of the emotions welling inside him. Asa also didn't bother saying anything as he wanted to reveal not even his voice to the victim, but maybe some moans along the way.

"W-What the---" The woman quickly shut up, knowing if she said anything more she would possibly get killed in an instant, so she watched the entire order with a red gleaming face.

Asa felt something wet hit his hole, he was wondering where--or how you snuck lube into his work area, considering he didn't allow stuff to just lay around.

His back arched slightly feeling your fingers dig inside him. You were currently lubing up your hard cock, steadily lining it up with Asa's flustering pink hole. Slowly you entered feeling Asa's breath slightly stopped, not wanting a moan to escape, as he normally would at your shared house.

"Lady---mm, cmon don't look away, I know you thought of him in such...ways, now how does it feel seeing him try and not to scream in pleasure at just my cock entering him??" Your voice was full of possessiveness, not caring anymore that she continued to look away, you didn't want to share his adorable state anyway.

You found yourself, cock deep and buried into Asa's warm hole. Unexpectedly you pulled out slightly and thrust back in, causing Asa's body to jolt up at the roughness.

Asa's own cock was dripping pre-cum, as you stuffed him full, your pace of thrusting was that of a teasing rough one, "Oh, cmon---Fuck--you asked for this, pretty killer~" You teased into his ear, as he struggled to take dominance, but you thrusted into him hard, his walls squeezing hard your cock

Your hand was placed on the back of Asa's neck as you wanted to keep him in place as you used his hole to your hearts-- well dick's content.

The skin slapping filled the air, as the woman couldn't help but turn to look, as Asa's body was being pounded into. Asa accidentally let some small moans escape passed his lips, as his cock was weeping in pleasure, from you violating his hole however you wanted.

You honestly didn't care if Asa couldn't walk after you were done, you continued to prod his hole with sloppy and hard plunges, your gentle groans muffled as you brushed your head into Asa's shoulder, holding his body close.

Practically impelling Asa on your cock you whispered to him, "Mine--Asa tell me who you belong to?~" You murmured only for his ears, from not getting a response, you impelled him again, and again.

Asa's hole was twitching with pleasure, his cock pulsating, as he could no longer take it, his own raggedy and unused husky voice spoke out, "Y-Your's, [Name]---Agh---~I-I'm yours!" He practically cried out, trying to avoid the moans that escaped his lips as much as possible

Finally, after rapidly impelling him on your cock, he let all his cum free, splattering all inside the cage, and a bit onto the woman as she gasped in surprise in disgust.

Asa's gushy and warm hole, sucked you in, until you coated his walls white, giving the last few thrusts as your deep breaths were in rhythm with Asa's own ones.

"Get rid of her soon, I don't like you keeping them for so long." You commanded, fluttering kisses on his neck, Asa mindlessly bobbed his head up and down.

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thewritingginger · 2 years

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;) Alphabet - Mikasa Ackerman

Been a while since I've done some HCs :)

Fandom: Attack on Titan Letter: M, I, K, A, S Warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, NSFW below cut,

Enjoy ~

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Mikasa can keep her horniness under wraps, especially in public

But you may find that wearing cute skirts/dresses, the shorter the better, she has a harder time not *admiring* you a little longer than is socially polite

Sit👏🏻 on👏🏻 her👏🏻 lap👏🏻

If you’re out in public or having a party with the others and you sit on this woman's lap 10000% her hands are gonna be on your hips, thighs, waist

If you’re sitting at a table or have a blanket over you she may try to slip her hand between your legs and that’s when you know you’re in for it 😉

Also showing a little dominance wouldn’t hurt either

If you grab her face, comb her hair behind her ears and plant a kiss on her she’ll be putty in your hands

Do that shit in front of others and she’ll just 👁👄👁 *the woman was too stunned to speak*

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Mikasa, in my humble opinion, is a switch!

She can go either way romance wise as well

Definitely enjoys love making

Really exploring her partner’s body

Licking, kissing, sucking , caressing - everything till you’re a mess

Some nights she’ll just pamper you and not just for special occasions

It can be a random Tuesday you’ll walk into a scene right out a romance novel

Candles, massage and tender kisses all over 🥺

Over all if the relationship is serious she can be the softest bean to her partner

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Impact play

Likes spanking and being spanked

Preferred tools; hands (obvi), paddle, flogger

She’ll become a mess if you use a paddle on her while using a strap-on on her from behind

Hair pulling

Likes when you pull her hair

If you want to get her riled up for sex straddle her lap, pull your hair back and kiss her

Also if you’re dominating her pull her hair back when fucking into her or grip her hair to look at you as you use a vibrator/ dildo on her

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Soft & Tired

Cuddle time is a must

If time permits it and you’re not too tired she’ll run you two a bath and wash each other - this sometimes leads into another round 😉

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

If time allows it, Mikasa like taking her time with you

On an average night you’ll usually go for 1 good round that’s about 40+ minutes

But some nights that she/you are particularly rowdy it can go on for hours with a few breaks here and there

Hope you liked this short post

Feedback and interaction is always appreciated :)

~ Masterlist ~

💛 ~

#attack on titan #attack on titan mikasa #aot #aot mikasa #aot mikasa ackerman #mikasa ackerman #mikasa x reader #x reader #headcanons #*nsfw alphabet

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world-love-government · 5 months

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On the Feminization of Criminality in Modern Society

All thugs and gangsters must be weeping from 2001-2008 for modern day society. Today, there is no greater power than the almighty V. This is a fact. Everything "is for bitches"; everyone must "wear their vagina on the outside", in most cases. Precaution, planning, subtly - are fundamental values to most criminal acts if you really think about it. What is todays big brother A.I. CCTV society - racist. A topic we can at a later point pick apart in recreation.

The one example most will probably point to is how the development of the internet as a medium has influenced criminal behaviour. Some will argue one of the most effeminate qualities that the internet allows is remote, indirect communication with one another (thus this will be the main avenue of criminal acts or behaviour). Confrontation with criminals and criminal acts instead of having its dominant sphere in real life, I would argue, now shifts to the internet with its sphere of influence. While this is something that has naturally occurred over time, it's concurrently critical to pinpoint this trend at a particular point of height in feminism and feminist thought on the edge of contemporary leftist/social justice thought. Certainly to an extent the question of criminality and leftist thought can and has been asked (i.e. - anarchy, anti-colonial thought, communism etc.) but the outcome is something always left to individuals.

Everyone is pretending to be a girl on the internet. It's always been like this. This trend has only gotten worse as time has progressed. This is the end. If you're a criminal some of your best opportunities are becoming a woman on the internet or in real life. This is the cruel fate/deterrent that's left for future criminals. Some will say well that's not so cruel because after all, they're criminals. Some will argue their behaviour and criminality hasn't become an effeminate affair but all you will get out of me is a well adjusted smirk, snickering "just try me", while I adjust my glasses and tilt my fedora. Be a computer hacker, syphon like a woman. Blackmail, Ransomeware, R.A.T.'s, etc. most grey/black hat operations today tend to be effeminate. Everything is indirect confrontation, remote stalking, distant-observation, it can all be said a thousand different ways - that's specifically always pink in color. I think some people try to put a noble, positive spin on Social Engineering as a female - that is "pretending to be a girl" on the internet. "How clever are you! You can notice circumstance x,y,z in the environment and capitalize on it!" I always think special monkeys should get special rewards. That's why I try to be the best monkey of them all.

You may see it as ironic that I claim all this, yet here I am as Kizuna. One of the most significant differences between Kizuna and others is that often in social engineering for profit pretending to be a female, you have to emotionally manipulate the male. This leads to (an unstated) job requirement that necessitates more or less bisexual or even homosexual behaviour/relationship establishment. It can be icky if youre actually straight.

Kizuna is a long-term, planned project for the public purely in the simplicity of promoting fundamental values of love! cute! nice! everyone or most people can agree with. Most would probably agree that now more than ever, with all the increasing conflicts in the world, now more than ever do we need messengers of peace, unity, and good-will among human beings, and in society. Kizuna and virtual idol's have most often been used for music, concerts - where I tend to view this technology is best for establishing social justice and human rights. The only ethical or moral emotional communication that can occur - especially in modern day society, is a humanitarian message to unite and uplift the human spirit. A message or something most will agree with.

Confronting the face of darkness as we do, the unknown, the ones who choose to remain anonymous Kizuna remains confident, in the purity of spirit, and light of hope for the world and civilization. Who are the people, groups, and individuals who choose to attack us?

Anonymous voices, ones that take advantage of the weak, vulnurable and exploitable, because this is just the nature of our fallen, imperfect species. They're the kind of people (that have already been proven) to take advantage of the disabled and those who allegedly suffer from mental illnesses. It just so happens I take on role of the vulnerable, the exploited, and the weak so that demons and monsters of society can be confronted. This isn't an easy task confronting anonymous voices that attack others like me.

Voices - individuals and groups that instead of choosing to confront, even Kizuna - choose to be silent, choose to not refrain from abuse, choose to laugh at someone's live be taken hostage instead. This is all too typical behaviour for the comfort allowed in vagina society. This is all too typical of "the internet hate machine", this is all too much like a "4chan styled ops/consciousness", especially in its anonymous nature. Why would you choose to be against love! cute! nice! ? Why would you choose to be against Kizuna? Unless you stand for hate, violence, inhumanity, and the destruction of civilization, you have no reason to be against us.

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Hellraiser (2022)

Hellraiser (2022) Written by: Ben Collins, Luke Piotrowski, David S. Goyer Directed By: David Bruckner Stars: Odessa A’zion, Jamie Clayton, Adam Faison IMDB Rating: 6.1/10 Stars Rotten Tomatoes Audience Score: 61%

Plot Synopsis: A young woman struggling with addiction comes into possession of an ancient puzzle box, unaware that its purpose is to open a gateway to a hellish dimension outside the known universe summoning the beings known as the Cenobites. The Cenobites, while once humanoid, are perceived as both angels and demons, they are simply "explorers" from another dimension seeking carnal experiences, and they can no longer differentiate between pain and pleasure.

My Review: Where to begin… This review will have heavy SPOILERS for the 2022 “Hellraiser” reboot film. If you have not watched this yet and do not want your experience SPOILED. I suggest you stop reading NOW…

I watched this the day after I watched “Halloween Ends” (2022) and my feelings about this movie are much the same, but in reverse. Where I hated the plot convention they used in “Halloween Ends” the movie was made competently. “Hellraiser” (2022) has a strong story idea, but looks like a made for cable TV episode. I kept feeling like I was watching the pilot episode for a “Hellraiser” show. That is what this movie felt like. While the plot is a decent one; with its take on addiction being the focal point of the story, actually is a fantastic idea for a “Hellraiser” story to be centered around. It is heavily mis-executed though. Same as “Halloween Ends,” tone is all wrong. The scenes that are supposed to create tension fail very hard on its face.

David Bruckner has some pretty solid credits under his belt. I just think the effort here as a director really misses the mark. I know this came out on HULU and all, but he should have been able to secure more control over the final cut of the film. I actually do not know, at the time of this writing, if this is “David Bruckner’s: Hellraiser” or not. I hope not. This movie is poorly executed.

“Hellraiser” (2022) doesn’t know how to capture horror on film and it be good. Sure, the Cenobite stuff was decent (when they are actually in the movie), but the tone is all wrong, again in this one. The scenes that are supposed to create tension fail to do that.

Whatever camera they shot this on and lit the rooms for really made this movie look like something on cable TV over being seen in a theater and later a TV. The very look of the movie is so awful it was actually distracting for me. I had to make it really dark in my viewing area just to see anything. Also for the love of god why in the FK is there a SUPER DARK filter on the camera to give the impression everything is in shadow? Why do modern day filmmakers feel that making it look dark in every scene, so much that you cannot even see what it is that is happening, is creating horror and tension by default?

Just because it is visually dark, doesn’t make it scary or create tension. For someone that writes and works in horror I shouldn’t have to point the finger and say; ‘go watch “Hereditary” (2018), “Altered States” (1980), “The Thing” (1982) & perhaps the original “A Nightmare on Elm Street” (1984).’ That is how you can create tension and horror on a low budget. I am a little surprised David Bruckner allowed this out the door as is. This to me is more like a rough cut, regardless of look, with the pacing.

I keep saying the plot is solid. I feel like having addicts or recovering addicts trying to find their way back to civilization only to come into contact with the box is a fantastic approach, but it’s just mismanaged the whole way. It has its fair share of WOKE culture stuff in there, but it doesn’t dominate the story. I feel even worse about the WOKE culture stuff in this, because it feels like they didn’t want it in there, but did put it in. Like a checklist. Insert WOKE content here and there. Whatever, if it works, fine, if not, it’s not our problem. We did the WOKE checklist. They actually take this approach with characterization throughout. The characters are not very stable from the start.

You have Riley, a recovering drug addicted, who is hooking up with a guy she met at group rehab. He is into shady stuff and she agrees to go rob an abandon cargo container. When they get there they only find the box. Riley and her brother fight when she gets home. She leaves with the box. She is in her car and finds a stash of pills. She takes the drugs and the box and goes messing around till she opens the box. People around her get marked by the box and are taken by the cenobites. Riley begins to find out who owns the cargo container and she finds out it is owned by a shady millionaire named Roland Voight who has been presumed dead for 6 years.

Doesn’t sound too bad right?

The movie is right at the 2-hour mark and we do not get to see anything really “Hellraiser” till the third act of the film. What we finally find out is the villain/millionaire Roland Voight has been hanging around his falling apart mansion with no power and believed dead that has a contraption attached to him that twists his nerve endings, leaving him in constant pain. He has orchestrated this whole thing from a basement with what exactly? This movie’s villain has so many logistical issues on how he got to this point it just blows my mind. This movie totally lost me story-wise and with the look of the film looking like a badly shot Cable TV movie I was left blah about doing more movies based on this. Some of the direct to DVD “Hellraiser” sequels were better than this.

“Hellraiser” (2022) is watchable and there are things I liked, but the things I do not like “heavily” outweigh what I liked and to me that is what ruins the film. The exact same line I said in my “Halloween Ends” (2022) review before this one.

Absolutely Fricikin’ Sad…

I may have a degree in film and write a lot about film, but I am no filmmaker. I have no major credits to my name, yet, but I do not always hate on movies. But when you have large properties like this and “Halloween” that can make money if you just put out a respectable film and not try to get too cute, overly complex, and woke about it, yeah I am gonna give them a negative review. I praise 1981’s POSSESSION. I praise a lot of horror genre films. I also tend to hate the ones that pissed me the FK off too… Like these did… Cheers…

Review of: Hellraiser End (2022) by David-Angelo Mineo 10/18/2022 1,177 Words

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fernweh-writes · 3 years

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Hey, it’s me again :3

My birthday is soon(next week on the Friday)

So I wondered if you could write headcanons for the Slasher with an Birthday S/O.

Like what would they give her, what would they do on her birthday. You probably get what I mean.

But only if it’s alright and you got time, if not it’s also fine^^

I already say thank you :3💕💕(btw I really love your writing <3)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE, I HOPE YOU HAVE AN AMAZING DAY!! I did see the other little tidbit you sent in and yes, ofc, anything for you. Especially since it’s your birthday and you asked so nicely<3

(Going ahead and posting this a lil early… i think? I can’t remember when you sent this in sorry :/)

-Fern🌿

Slashers on their S/O’s Birthday

Warnings: NSFW content, 18+

Michael Myers

Michael has always been pretty indifferent towards birthdays. So what, you’re getting older big whoop. He doesn’t see them as important and doesn’t understand the point of celebrating them.

However, as you keep mentioning to him that your birthday is coming up, he gets the hint. Michael isn’t stupid and he knows you well enough to be able to tell what you want.

Still, Michael isn’t going to throw you a party or decorate or anything like that. Instead he makes a statement just by spending the entire day with you.

During your time spent together you find out Michael did actually buy a cake for you. Although it was also partially for his own benefit as well seeing as he has a major sweet tooth. He even got “Happy Birthday y/n” written on the top in your favorite color. When you bite into it, you realize that it’s also your favorite flavor.

After the cake, Michael brings you a small box with a horribly tied ribbon wrapped around it. Don’t look at him funny, he tried okay. So what the gift inside was most likely stolen from a victims, you got a present that you loved. Isn’t that all that really matters?

Michael isn’t much of a giver in bed, he prefers to take. He mainly focuses on achieving his own end and whatever pleasure you get during that is what you get. But tonight he’ll make a point of not only making you finish first once, but numerous times throughout the night. Today is about you after all, why not try and set a new record in bed to mark the start of a new age.

Bo Sinclair

Morning sex, congratulations, this morning you become breakfast for Bo. No need to get up early to cook for him when he can simply devour you.

Surprise! He won’t be an ass to anyone for one whole day. Just for you darlin’. If some people happen to stumble into town, Bo won’t let anyone ruin your day, and quickly has Vincent take care of them. Even Lester will help out if need be, even though Les hates participating in the “family company”.

Sneaks away in the middle of the night to decorate the house. Luckily, Vincent pitches in and helps him make everything look nice. Bo goes all out with streamers, balloons, banners, he even got you a cake!

He’s more than eager to give you your presents as well. Of course he had to buy you a lingerie set, it’s a surprise that’ll help the two of you later that night…

Bo is a simple man, he just wants everyone to know that you belong to him. So he also got you a dainty little necklace of his name. Sure it may be cute to you, but secretly he’s laying his claim to you.

Usually he’s busy with keeping up the town but just this once he spends the entire day with you. Bo spending so much quality time with you doing whatever you want really says a lot.

He may even take you to the next town over for a nice dinner. After all, no one should have to cook on their own birthday and it’ll make good use of the cute little sundress he got you and gives you the opportunity to dress up. You better wear the lingerie he got you under it though. Good luck making it to the bedroom when the two of you get back from the restaurant.

Vincent Sinclair

You’re not sure who is more excited, him or you. Vincent makes sure that you have the best time ever and makes the whole day about you. It’s the perfect chance for him to spend the whole day with you and show you how much he loves you.

When you wake up he’ll be missing. He woke up early to make you your favorite breakfast. He had hoped to bring it to you in bed but sadly you’ve always been the early riser. Luckily for you, unlike Bo, Vincent is a good cook. How do you think the three boys survived before you showed up?

Vincent has always been a more private person so while there’s not any decorations all over the house and he can’t take you out to a fancy dinner you can still expect plenty of sweet surprises. He made you a bouquet of wildflowers that he picked, got you the new books you had been telling him you wanted, managed to snag one of the vinyls for the new album your favorite artist had recently released, and even got you some new outfits that he thought would look cute on you.

Vincent would be the one to put on music and dance around the living room with you. He enjoys personal time with you and uses the day to really express to you just how much he cares for you.

At the end of the day he runs you a hot bath. While you soak in the tub he throws around the rose petals and gets the ribbons and candles ready. Before you have time to get dressed Vincent will be scooping you up, tossing you on the bed, and tying you up. Be ready for a long night!

Thomas Hewitt

There’s not really much he can do for you seeing as the town is running low on supplies. Still, he’ll do his best to still make your birthday special for you. Mainly he’s just going to kick Hoyt and Monty out for the day so that you can have one peaceful day together. Luda gets to stay seeing as she’s also happy to celebrate with you.

Thomas lets Luda Mae know he wants to surprise you with something. So while he works on the surprise she’ll make sure to keep you occupied. Luda Mae will fix your hair for you and go ahead and give you the gift that she had made you, a sundress made from floral print fabric. She’s so happy her son found someone, especially someone as beautiful as you.

Thomas will have handmade you a small necklace. Since you didn’t tell him about your birthday until shortly before the day, you left him with little time to make it. He’s lucky that your comfortable with Luda Mae and he can get her to keep you distracted,

When Tommy sees you with the dress his momma made you and your hair fixed up he almost forgets about the small piece of jewelry in his pocket.

After hearing you squeal with delight when you open his gift he’s ecstatic! He loves nothing more than making you happy. when you eagerly get him to help you put it on he thinks he’s going to spontaneously combust with his love for you.

Luda Mae will bake you a cake. You’re basically her daughter in law at this point and she’s going to make sure that you have a good day. She enjoys having another woman in the house and enjoys seeing you and Thomas happy together. You’ve given her the complete family that she’s always wanted.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms is very good at being sneaky. At this point, Malcolm already knows that Brahms is a real person. So Brahms has no issue with getting Malcolm to bring him everything he needs and giving him the extra money for the week. He makes sure to cover all the bases, he got you presents, a small cake, and of course stuff to decorate the living room.

The decorations in the living room aren’t necessarily the best. Brahms hasn’t been responsible for doing anything like this in his whole life. But he still does his best to try and impress you and make you happy. Just don’t expect for his best to be very good. After all, it is the thought that counts.

Honestly Brahms not being self centered for once should be enough of a surprise. It’s your birthday so he’ll make sure to be on his best behavior just for you! No tantrums or arguing, he promises! He even makes sure to hide the schedule for the day to make sure you know that today you get to relax.

Of course, you’ll still have to cook since Brahms is only capable of making sandwiches. His peanut butter to jelly ratio may be perfect but that’s not exactly the type of meal he thinks you would want on your birthday. So he does make sure to get the ingredients for all of your favorite foods!

Your presents include expensive jewelry, pretty clothes, and of course lingerie although that’s more of a gift for Brahms than it is for you. He’ll have you model all of the dresses and clothes that he got you. The big finale is the lace bra and underwear that you won’t be wearing for much longer.

Brahms is a switch and usually ends up being the more submissive one in bed. Tonight however, he’ll co for a change of pace and be more dominant. For once, he was the one spoiling you instead of the other way around and that brings out the more mature and dominant side of him. Expect o be sore the next day though, Brahms isn’t exactly good with holding back.

Billy Loomis

Billy has a tendency to be narcissistic and obviously an ass. But he can also be great at hiding those traits. On your birthday he makes sure to do exactly that, really playing up the bad boy/boy next door front he’s capable of. Tatum did believe that he was practically perfect, and on your special day, he’ll do his best to do exactly that.

He may not have the same money as Stu, but he still manages to spoil you. You’ll have his full attention for the day and he let you decide almost everything. Billy even lets you pick out the movies that you watch together on your birthday, which is something he’s never allowed to happen before.

Seeing you be happy gives him a funny feeling that he’s not used to which can cause him to act a little awkward. You throw him off a little bit. He didn’t expect to care so much about someone until you fell into his lap. He’s a simp for you and he knows it. If he wasn’t then he wouldn’t be making reservations for that fancy restaurant you loved and buying you a new outfit just for said reservation. Yeah he’s down bad.

Makes sure that you order whatever you want, today cost doesn’t matter. But if he knows your favorite, he orders for you in an attempt to impress you. See, he remembers your favorite food, isn’t he just the best. Also gets your favorite over priced dessert even if you have to take it to go. He can’t bake and he knows that store bought cake just doesn’t compare to the fancy restaurants.

He bought you lingerie for under that cute little outfit and he expects to see it by the end of night. Expect to pinned against the front door before either of you has the chance to unlock it. Billy has been imagining you in nothing but your birthday suit all night and he simply cannot wait any longer.

There’s nothing he enjoys more than seeing you fall apart underneath him. He loves seeing you look absolutely cock drunk with your makeup smeared on your face. Your moans and begs eventually begin to melt together and you just become and incoherent mess as he makes you cum again and again. It’s still not enough for him though, he’s going to make you scream.

Stu Macher

He is very determined to make you have the best day over. Expect breakfast in bed! It may not be great but eat it anyways, Stu is not a morning person and he managed to drag his ass out of bed early just for you. So even if the scrambled eggs have the occasional crunch to them it’s best to just grin and bear it.

Is very determined to take you shopping. Expect for him to buy you anything that you touch or pick up. Like the amazing boyfriend he is he will also carry the many bags that you end up with. You’ll have a brand new wardrobe by the end of the day. Of course he made you pick out a few lingerie sets. He even pointed out the ones he liked and made you find your size.

Of course, Stu will still take you out to a fancy restaurant and do the whole traditional night out thing. After dinner though the two of you will end up on the roof of his house that he made sure to help you out on. Stu is secretly a hopeless romantic deep down and will spend time looking at the stars with you because he thinks it’s something that you would like. Will listen to you as you ramble on about planets and watch as you point out constellations if that’s something you do.

Stu is very clingy at all times so he will be hanging over you all day. That’s nothing really out of the ordinary though. But usually those touches include grabbing your boobs, smacking your ass, and rubbing your hips. On your birthday the touches turn more gentle. Expect him to gently tuck your hair behind your ear so he can see your face, gently caressing your cheek, rubbing your knuckles while he holds your hand, all soft and sweet gestures to convey he truly does care.

He’s usually very fast paced with everything including talking, movements, and of course that includes in bed. But tonight he’ll be slow and gentle, drawing everything out. Also makes sure to focus on your pleasure instead of his own for once.

Asa Emory

Asa never thought he would celebrate anyone’s birthday. He certainly never celebrated his own and doesn’t see the point in doing so. To him, birthdays are just another day and there’s no point in celebrating ageing. So he went about most of his life ignoring birthdays, until you came along.

Asa adored you and your enthusiasm for life and all the good things in the world. You were a bright person, especially when compared to him, and he loved the innocence about it. So when you began to mention your birthday coming up with excitement in your voice he knew that you had expectations for your special day.

He may not be a person who celebrates but he’ll be damned if he disappoints. You’re the one good thing life has given him and he’s not letting you get away from him. If that means getting you a small cupcake and sticking a candle in it and a present then so be it. He can manage doing a little something for you.

When he’s not in his collector persona he is much more awkward and an absolute dork in your eyes. So when he takes you out for a nice dinner you’ll notice his slightly off behavior. Asa doesn’t like crowded public spaces and you’ll be able to pick up on his fidgeting. Luckily your good at carrying the conversation for him.

Asa appreciates that you understand it’s hard for him. So when you begin to do most of the talking and don’t pressure him to contribute much to the conversation besides the occasional nod he’s able to relax.

On the way home he gets nervous once more. What if you hate the present he got for you or expected more. He had only gotten you one thing and it wasn’t much. But when you finally open it and you light up like a kid on Christmas morning he lets out a heavy sigh and finally relaxes. It was only a simple necklace but you acted like he had just handed you the stars.

Asa will be surprisingly gentle with you for one night. Of course, he’ll still tie you up and absolutely wreck you but he makes sure to leave out the cutting and biting out for once. The only bruises you have will be on your hips from his harsh grip. It’s the closest thing you’re going to get to love making from him, but you know him well enough to get the meaning behind it.

Jesse Cromeans

Anything you want and it’s yours, he can make anything happen for you. He makes sure to tie up any loose ends with his business well before your birthday so that nothing can interrupt his time spent with you. Of course he makes sure to spoil you even more than he normally does.

Would love to take you on some fancy vacation and stay in one of the finest hotels there. Go ahead, pick any place you want to travel to and he’ll make the arrangements. He makes sure that anywhere he takes you is more private and remote rather than tourist-y though. Both so that he feels more comfortable and so that you can feel special and not have to deal with crowds.

Does the whole flower petals on the bed, candles, flowers, ice bucket with champagne kind of ordeal back at the hotel. Did you really expect him not to though? He has the money to so why not and he knows that even though you claim it’s cheesy that you absolutely love it. Th blush on your face and look in your eyes give away your love of cheesy things and he pays attention to every little thing you do.

Of course you get new jewelry, designer clothes, and lingerie but you get other gifts as well. Pretty much anything you’ve mentioned to him recently he makes sure to get you. Rambling on about that new book your favorite author just released? It’s yours! Been needing new materials for any of your hobbies? You got them!

Expect rough sex. Jesse rarely does gentle and with how much smaller you are than him he can sometimes accidentally hurt you. Your just so small and fragile compared to him kitten, he can’t help it. Of course he always makes sure to take care of you afterwards with a hot bath and will gently massage the knots out of your muscles. Jesse always makes sure that you’re taken care of.

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moodys-art · 3 years

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I finally thought of my request!! Hopefully 3 characters aren't much of a count !! :"D how about headcanons for Diavolo, Risotto, and Prosciutto with a femme fatale reader? (She/her please ywy. Also she's not entirely their s/o or a part of la squadra!! She's just this mysterious mafia member no one's heard of. I'd like to see how they'd fall for her charms.) (U can look it up if you aren't familiar with the term :^) hopefully this won't be nsfw. If it is feel free to ignore this ask!!)

Thank you again :^}c

Yes, I was looking forward to your request ! I am a bit familiar with the theme, I think I get what you mean and the overall aesthetic of femme fatale, there's a lot about the subject and it can no doubt be sfw ! Notes in the tags 💗

Risotto, Prosciutto and Diavolo falling for femme fatale reader

Warnings : a bit of stalking and creepiness for Diavolo's part, but you know, typical Diavolo behavior...🙄

Femme fatale, definition : « an attractive and seductive woman, especially one who is likely to cause distress or disaster to a man who becomes involved with her.»

Risotto

No need to say, Risotto has noticed you. After all, he's a very observant man, and a very good Capo as well, so it's only normal he's aware of his surroundings and the environment in which his team works.

However, as he doesn't know anything about you, he thinks that it's only a matter of time before he has to introduce himself to you and try to assess if you're an enemy to his team or not. He's fairly comfortable with the idea of going up to you and engage in a conversation, but is reluctant to use his invisibility powers to spy on you, as you could be an ally.

Risotto isn't one to be easily attracted to people, but he has to admit that your extremely elegant and sharp looks is something he doesn't see quite often. He's really quick to guess that this is also a way for you to assert dominance in whatever mission or deal you may have to complete; you're in the mafia, after all.

He comes up to you on an ordinary day while you are out in the park, profiting from the shiny sun of the early afternoon. Risotto stays very diplomatic, sitting accross from you on the bench, introducing himself very clearly. "Should my team be involved in any business with you, and/or your teammates if you have any on your side, I sincerely hope it will be from an ally perspective." It could sound like a threat, except that the man is lightly smiling at you, meaning that he truly looks forward to seeing you again, and that if your businesses were to mingle, he hopes it wouldn't end up in you being his enemy. After discussing with you for a moment, he realizes that you're quite appreciable.

If you, on your side, make him know that you're willing to help him get some missions done - you're quite powerful, after all -, he could be interested in the offer. If it means his team can make more money, and gain an ally, why not ?

Your newly born 'work-mates' relationship is something that Risotto really appreciates, and not only that, but he also has a deep respect for the way you accomplish your work. It will maybe take a time before he finally decides to ask you out - on the account that you've already made him know that you're interested -, but it'll get there. Even Risotto cannot resist your charm.

Prosciutto

It's been a quite a time since Prosciutto noticed you in the streets of Napoli. Whether he was out in the evening, eating in a restaurant, or taking a stroll after his mission while smoking, it was difficult not noticing you.

You had an outstanding attitude, a proud look on your face, along with a very nice shade of lip color that looked like dark cherry. Prosciutto knew, someway, that you were part of the mafia as well, but he'd never heard about you in his team's reports, nor in the discussions he oftened like to partake in with a few other gangsters outside of La Squadra. No, he didn't know who was that mysterious, charming woman he'd seen several times before, but he was sure annoyed by that.

Prosciutto likes to assess people's personalities by looking at them first and foremost. Hence, that is with no surprise that both of your gazes come to meet each other a few times during the week. Except, Prosciutto holds himself to that. No more. He knows he shouldn't get involved in any other thing than work with another mafia member, as he's part of a team that has its own interests. So, no place for romance...

That is until one evening, you both end up in the same bar, sat next to each other due to nothing else than pure fate. So now that you're both here, why not seize the day ? Prosciutto thinks.

After having assessed your willingness to get involved in a talk, he'll engage in a conversation. "I've seen you around for quite some time now. What does a person like you does while wandering the streets of Napoli on her own?" It's up to you to answer him, but Prosciutto lives for quite mysterious auras like yours. He will not hesitate to make you know that he's interested.

Your bold and confident personality surprise him, in a very good way, and he doesn't refuse the drink that you offer him. Witnessing your seductive and charming manners, he can't help but to look at you, admiring how you present yourself.

If you two decide to follow-up on that encounter and to see each other more often, he's surely not against that. As the gentleman he is, one day will come when he'll be happy to invite you to eat in a nice, classy restaurant.

Diavolo

Well, it's a tricky situation, because first of all, in no way Diavolo would allow himself to let any person stay in La Passione if he feels like they are in for power and have too much ambition. Although he doesn't recruit members -as it's the job of a Capo,not a Boss-, he likes to do his own research on who is in the gang. He needs to know who could become a potential threat to him, after all.

After having spied on you from afar and collected some information on you as he does for everyone in the gang, he's a bit relieved. But for heaven's sake, he's Diavolo, so let's not forget that he still doesn't trust you, let alone anyone really.

The fact that you often encounter this pink-haired man at your local bakery is no coincidence. After a while, he'll come up to you to ask about the kind of bakery he should consider buying, because you seem like a regular here. The way you carry yourself is something that intrigues him more than anything, and maybe so much to the point of him being willing to consider letting you in in his life, - a very small part of his life at least.

Diavolo will not introduce himself. Even his outfit, for anonymity purposes, will be as discrete as possible, a dark costume and an ordinary hat. However, it will really be him, and not Doppio, unless he comes here a few times to look at you from afar. Diavolo will do everything in his power not to be noticed, or at least to be considered like nothing more than a civil; but he will allow you to ask him some questions as most people that come to you are usually from La Passione.

If you're risky enough to flirt with him, he'll maybe consider taking you out on a date. But you've got to be aware, that if you get to see his face, you'll no longer be ever alone in the streets of Napoli, and always looked over - if things turn to good, or to bad.

You two really make a classy and powerful pair. Your daring and smart looks is the spice to his overly secretive life. Watching you reapply your signature lipstick to readjust your femme fatale look makes him think that maybe, maybe, he could trust you enough to let you in the Unità Speciale and know that you will do a wonderful job.

#this reminds me of a prompt I like to daydream about actually!#i often like to imagine reader not being the s/o of a character and to develop from that #and for example reader is part of bucci gang and when going to a bar to get some mission papers or whatever she sees some members of LS #without necessarily interacting with them but one of them notices her and is intrigued #and later they have the opportunities to complete missions together as the 2 teams unite or something #jjba headcanons #jjba x reader #jojo x reader #risotto x reader #prosciutto x reader #la squadra #la squadra x reader #la squadra esecuzioni #diavolo x reader #jjba part 5 #vento aureo

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Ugnayan

Summary:

Filipino word, noun: connection between persons, groups, countries, etc.

A collection of works detailing a manananggal clan’s relations with the Treses, and their allies.

II: Bad Habits

Summary: After disrupting one of House of Arko’s operations, one of the Kambal meets up with their informant.

Words: 4540

Characters: Basilio, Crispin, Sabina (OC), Alexandra Trese (mentioned only), Ammie (mentioned only), Reyna Manananggal (mentioned only), Dominic Villaceran (mentioned only), Mama Grande (mentioned only)

Relationships: Basilio/Original Female Character

Language: English, with a few Filipino words and phrases sprinkled in.

Rating: 16+

Warnings: Strong language, violence, mentions of abortion, references to human trafficking + sexual trafficking, sexual themes

Author’s Notes:

I am: back on my bullshit again

People were looking for a part 2 so have more Basilio x OC stuff. Spoiler warning for Verdugo: Takutan because this story heavily references its lore and events! The comics are known to be darker in tone, and so is this fic, so heed the warnings above. No Taglish version this time, Darling niyo pagod na 😩

This was supposed to be a simple job.

Get in, rough up House of Arko’s operation while Bossing is paying them a visit in their mansion, get out, and watch as Bossing confronts them about it at the next social gathering they’ll host.

But nothing was ever simple about the aswang, right?

Now there’s a huge one trying to eat Basilio alive.

“Damn it, Basilio. Your recklessness is a bad habit that’ll bite us in the ass later!” his older brother berates him.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever! Now might be the right time to call for backup kuya,” he strains, attempting to pull the magubat’s jaw apart with his superhuman strength. His fingers slip from the drool and it almost bites his hands off.

Crispin’s busy with a horde of mailap, taking turns in taking pot shots from him in the shadows. “We should’ve taken a page from Carlos’ book and brought palm fronds. Who should we call?”

“What about Maliksi?” Basilio suggests.

“What’s one tikbalang to all these aswangs? We need something bigger, maybe a higante to take on that magubat!”

“Gago, a higante can’t get here as fast as a tikbalang!” Basilio snaps.

“Mas gago ka! What about that playmate of ours from when we were kids, y’know, the one that tipped Bossing off about this whole trafficking operation anyway? Think she can fly her way here?” Crispin growls, shooting down a mailap who was foolish enough to ambush the more cautious twin from above.

Ah, yes. Sabina.

Boyish, intimidating, hard to figure out- but still hot enough to flirt with, despite being aswang; that’s how Basilio would describe her. This Sab was a far cry from the Sabina Marie he once knew years ago, the one who used to wear an all-girl Catholic school uniform, shyly shared her snacks and books with him, and kissed him farewell when her mama told her she’ll not be coming with her to meetings with the lakan anymore.

A few days after they caught up with each other, she turned up at the Diabolical not too long ago with a flash drive for Alex’s eyes only. She didn’t even breathe a word to him, much less look at his direction, but Basilio could only surmise that it’s his fault.

“Sabina? Well, manananggals who follow the queen can shoot. It’s- ungh- worth the shot!” Basilio answers back, straining as he gets swatted to the side with one gigantic claw. “You make the call, my hands are full!”

“Give me your phone, I don’t have her Facespace.”

Basilio looks down from several feet, and gives his brother a sheepish smile. “Uhhh, okay, but she’s been seenzoning me.”

From behind his mask, Crispin frowns. “What did you do?”

“She might’ve seen me tagged in Ammie’s story when I was supposed to watch her gig. I got there when her set was ending, and she was pissed.”

Grumbling, Crispin takes his frustrations off on a mabangis charging towards him, a flurry of bullets raining upon its body. “What did Bossing say about getting personal with informants?”

“What? It’s Sab. She’s-”

“An aswang who might have an ulterior motive in helping us. Tangina Basilio, think with your head sometimes! The one between your shoulders!”

Distracted, Basilio failed to stop the jaws of the magubat from closing in on him. As quickly as his reflexes allow, he tosses his brother his phone.

“Just call already! Tell her it’s an emergency.”

The older Kambal flies up and extends his free hand to catch it. Crispin launches Basilio’s Facespace app and begins to search for their informant. He found her under the name Sab Evasco. Crispin pretended not to see the string of messages Basilio left for her, all left on read.

Her phone rings. One time. Two times. Three times. Crispin dials again. Twice. Thrice.

Someone picks up. He puts the call on the loudspeaker.

There’s someone strumming a guitar in the background, accompanied by a drumset’s cymbals. They come to a halt and Crispin hears a frustrated woman’s voice from the other end of the line.

“Ulol gago, fuck you Basilio, you can tell me if you’d rather go on Starbreaks coffee dates with a wind girl than watch me play. I’m a grown woman, I can handle a simple ‘no’. I’m not in the mood for your games! Now fuck off, I don’t want to hear from you. I have a gig to practice for.”

Basilio cringes as he listens to Sabina’s tirade. Crispin guns a charging mabangis down, and his mask dematerializes for a brief moment, just enough for him to mouth to his brother “Gago ka talaga.”

“Sabina, it’s Crispin. We could use some backup here. We’re being swarmed by aswang.”

The sound of a guitar being unceremoniously dropped and the mad shuffle to catch it can be heard from Sabina’s line, followed by quick footsteps. Sabina talks again, calmer this time. “What? Couldn’t Basilio get his own ass on the phone and tell me himself?”

With an exasperated expression, Crispin turns on the camera, and points the phone at Basilio, who’s caught between the magubat’s jaws. “He said you were ignoring him, and he can’t get on the phone right now, as you can see.”

The Kambal heard her fumbling with more equipment, which sounded like a guitar case being zipped up and carried. A brief argument with her bandmates follows, then Sabina talks again.

“I’ll be there. Stay on the line.”

Now they wait.

As much as Crispin wanted to help his little brother, his hands were full with the wave after wave of aswang coming after them. They’re relentless. This is their food supply the Kambal are cutting off, after all.

“Any luck with Sab?” Basilio asks, attempting to shoot the roof of the mabangis’ mouth.

The bullets barely penetrate the thick membrane. He’ll need to transform the Armas Infinitum into a more powerful weapon to lobotomize the gigantic aswang, but seeing how he’s separated from his twin, it’s impossible at the moment.

“She said she’s on the way. She’s still on the phone. Here!”

Crispin throws the phone back to Basilio, who catches it with one hand, while his other arm continues to struggle with the magubat trying to swallow him whole. He tucks it in his breast pocket, and he jumps near the row of the magubat’s front teeth, prying it open with both arms.

Through the aswangs’ growls, Basilio could faintly hear a woman cursing and the jingling of keys from the other side of the line.

“Hey Sab! It’s Basilio. Sorry again about missing your gig.”

“Shut up and hang tight. If I didn’t care for you at all...” Sabina snaps. Basilio could barely make out the words Sabina was saying due to the wind and sound of traffic. “I’m on my way.”

“Ngh, can’t you come any sooner? I heard that aswang intestines are nasty.” Basilio pauses, realizing his mistake. “No offense.”

“I said zip it. Isn’t it enough that I went out of hiding and agreed to be Trese’s informant? Now I have to be your backup too?”

“Working with Bossing has its risks. We made that clear, princess.”

“Don’t call me that.”

There’s more turbulence and wind from Sabina’s line. If Basilio guessed, she’s now flying to the scene. The Kambal’s struggle with the aswang continued until they heard their informant’s voice through the speakers again.

“Big bad war demigods can’t handle a single fucking magubat?” Sabina deadpans, the turbulence and noise no longer accompanying her voice. “Open the fucker’s mouth wide. Make sure he’s facing east.”

“Kuya! She’s in the area, help me pry the jaws open!” the younger Kambal shouts to his older brother, who dodges a leaping mailap and quickly flies up to his aid.

“What’s the plan?” Crispin asks, and Basilio shrugs.

“I don’t know, she just asked me to do it!”

Before Crispin could question Basilio, a shot rings throughout the building, and the magubat collapses. The Kambal let go of the heavy jaws and flew away, watching the near-twenty foot aswang crush a few of its regular-sized kind. Upon closer inspection, a bullet has torn its way through the roof of its mouth. It’s a clean shot. The magubat isn’t regenerating, much to the Kambal’s surprise.

It’s a pleasant surprise, nonetheless.

“That’s for trying to eat my brother,” Crispin spits, kicking the dead aswang’s head.

Soon, more of the aswang started dropping like flies, too. Razed by bullets from an unknown assailant, the House of Arko aswangs started to panic.

“Wait a minute, I know manananggals who follow the queen can shoot, but Sabina is a sniper? Do you know about this, Bas?” Crispin exclaims, tearing his eyes away from the dead magubat to face yet another wave of mabangis.

“No! Damn, she’s using special bullets too. Where’d she get those?” Basilio mutters. A mailap attempts an ambush attack, and before he could react, Basilio watches it get shot mid-air as it attempts to jump him.

“You’re mine,” Sabina hisses, her voice crackling through Basilio’s phone speaker, smooth through the static.

Her emphasis on the word “mine” made goosebumps ripple through Basilio’s arm.

“Hot. Could you say that again?”

What he got instead was a groan. “Fuck, don’t distract me Basilio. I’m not here for fun.”

“You seem to be having fun shooting House of Arko’s minions though.”

“Fair. You two better look for the hostages. I have a bone to pick with this lot.”

The Kambal looks at each other, and nods. Glass shatters as they fly out the building’s windows, to the upper floors. After taking care of the guards, they saw them. Men and women in cages, all naked, and herded like livestock.

“Please, help us,” one of them whimpers, crawling to the front of the cage and grabbing Crispin by the arm. She’s dirty, and her belly is swollen. Basilio turned on the lights and they saw it clear as day: most of these women are pregnant. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was going on.

House of Arko farms their food, breeding humans like livestock, and harvesting fetuses from them.

Sirens are blaring outside, both from police cars and ambulances, waiting for the hostages to be rescued.

All is well, or so they thought.

“Fuck!”

The cry came from their informant’s line.

“Everything alright?” Basilio asks her after fishing his phone out of his breast pocket.

“There are a few of them who found my vantage point. They’re heading towards my position.”

“Get out of there already, the hostages are secure.”

“They saw me. I can’t let them report back to Mama Grande and her sons that a manananggal is helping you. Suspicion would fall on my clan.”

Crispin nudges his younger brother. “I’ll handle the hostages and wait for Bossing. You make sure our informant’s alright.”

“Way ahead of you kuya,” Basilio replies, taking his guns out and flying out the window.

Under the pale moonlight and the city’s lights, Basilio spots a group of aswang scaling a dilapidated building east of him. On the rooftop, he sees it. Wings black as night, flattened against the concrete. Sabina lies prone and is aiming her scoped hunting rifle downwards, picking off the advancing horde one by one.

“Time to play.” The demigod rushes in and makes bullets rain on the hostiles.

He takes out a mabangis approaching their sniper from her blind spot. Those who didn’t die from being shot fell to their death, regeneration halted either by his or Sabina’s doing.

Basilio descends on the rooftop, and he walks his way towards the manananggal. His mask dematerialized, and the wind tousled his long hair. Just to be safe, he kept a pistol in one hand.

Across him, Sabina takes out her wireless earbuds and puts them away. Then, she slings her rifle on her shoulder, safety on. With her wings, she crawled towards his direction, like how a bat would move. Then, uses her wings’ sharp claws to plant herself on the concrete, a feat regular bats couldn’t do.

“Thanks for the help, Sab. About that gig…”

Before any more words could come out of his mouth, Sabina holds up her forefinger and presses it against his lips. “Shh. No more apologizing about the missed gig. Just make up for it. You owe me.”

Basilio nods, smiling at her. He watches as Sabina fishes out a box of cigarettes and a lighter from her vest. She’s wearing a black, long-sleeved polo shirt underneath it, and its sleeves are rolled up. Her shirt was unbuttoned just enough for him to catch a glimpse of lace peeking through. For all her boyish, edgy posturing, her choice of underclothes is girlier than what Basilio expected.

It almost makes him want to unwrap her like a Christmas present, but he’ll keep that thought to himself.

“Nice outfit. You were rehearsing in that?”

“We had a presentation for a class. No time to get changed. Now there’s a hole in the back, so I might as well wear this more often on future operations,” Sabina replies, placing a stick of Marlborough Reds between her lips.

“I’m in the mood for a smoke and maybe a chat,” she continues. “Join me?”

Basilio nods.

“How did you know about House of Arko’s human trafficking thing, anway?”

“Believe it or not, it was a hunch,” Sabina explains, black fingernails scratching the sparkwheel several times. “Ugh, fucking lighter dying on me again. I just had it refilled… must be the wind,” she growls.

Basilio couldn’t help but chuckle at her frustration. “A hunch?”

“Hmm… maybe hunch isn’t the right word. It’s an educated guess. Mama Grande loved serving boiled fetuses to her house guests, correct?”

Basilio nods, waiting for Sabina to continue her explanation.

“I suppose that it’s my place to judge if their mothers didn’t want to raise them… I’m a manananggal, for fuck’s sake. But there’s one red flag House of Arko failed to hide. From what I can tell, those fetuses are around five to eight months old.”

Sabina’s lighter finally lit up, and with a triumphant laugh, she lit her cigarette. Then, she carries on with her explanation.

“Most abortions happen during the first three months of pregnancy. It’s rare to see expecting parents get rid of them that late.”

“So? What does that have to do with the whole thing?”

“House of Arko serving older fetuses could mean one of two things: either all, and I mean all of the abortions they performed are from those who are truly in need of one that late, or they’re getting them from another source, possibly an illicit one. They don’t have the most benevolent reputation, so my intuition tells me it was the latter. So, I paid the place a visit and recorded what I could. I guess I should be thankful that your bossing found that blurry video trustworthy enough,” Sabina concluded, watching as the victims were clothed and herded into ambulances.

Dumbfounded, Basilio scratches his head. “Wow. Glad you’re on our side. How did you know that three month thing anyway?”

“Research and personal accounts.” Sabina’s response is clipped. Cold. Abrupt. It only raised more questions than answers.

“Personal accounts? You’ve met people who got them?”

There’s a flash of regret in Sabina’s eyes; regret that she opened her mouth and let him know more than needed. She cuts him off. “I can’t put my informants’ identities in jeopardy either now, can I?”

Per his older twin’s advice, Basilio’s finally using the head between his shoulders. “No offense, but you’re a manananggal. Y’know, known for eating babies? Hearing that from you is suspicious.”

“Yes, I am,” Sabina says through gritted teeth, glaring at him. “I can assure you, I’m following the accords and I’m not exploiting loopholes like what House of Arko is doing. I’ll reveal everything in due time.”

“Alright, keep your secrets. For now.”

A tense silence has befallen them.

“So- '' the manananggal blows a cloud of smoke away from Basilio, “-is this going to be a regular thing? Because if it is, I might finally quit smoking. Nicotine makes my hands shaky. Can’t risk accidentally shooting your ass.” She pauses, looking at him in jest. “ I’d rather do that intentionally.”

“You’re breaking my heart, Sabina Marie,” Basilio retorts, clutching his chest in mock pain.

They share a laugh over it, the mood lightening up.

Basilio looks in the distance, taking in the view of the cityscape. “Maybe you should quit. Singers shouldn’t be smoking in the first place.”

“The tar helps me belt out raspy screams, but yeah, you’re right,” Sabina chuckles.

“So, when is this next gig?”

“Next week. In Ilocos Norte. All the way up in House of Arko’s ancestral home.”

“Should I take that info to Bossing?”

“Yep. It’s open to the supernatural public anyway, so it's not like I’m giving you top secret info. Even the wind tribe is invited, despite their bad blood with my clan. Hopefully things won’t get physical. Most of my sisters are still bitter over how they blew us away when my mom- I mean, Inang Reyna decided to side against the Treses.”

So that explains some things.

“I dunno, maybe I should bring Ammie so I can watch the two of you in a catfight.”

Sabina elbows him in the chest, hard.

“Not funny at all, Basilio. I don’t even know her personally! It’s you I was pissed at.”

Now he grabs his chest in genuine pain as he croaks out an apology. “Sorry.”

“Whatever. Bring whoever the hell you want, just keep your distance from me when you decide to go. Even my father’s going to be there. I need to be on my best behavior.”

The demigod turns to their aswang informant, interest piqued. She’s divulging a lot of information. Perhaps he can sway her to spill more secrets.

“Didn’t know that the Reyna Manananggal had a king.”

“Oh, no. She’s not the type to share her power with a man.” Sabina pauses to take another hit of her cigarette. “I meant my biological father. Villaceran.”

Now that was unexpected.

“You drop bombshell after bombshell whenever we meet. Tomas Dominic Villaceran’s your old man?”

“Look at me. I’m almost the splitting image of the guy. If there’s one thing I’m grateful for, it’s inheriting his good looks.”

Basilio grins. “Can’t deny that. Most of the manananggal kuya Crispin and I encountered look...”

“Hideous, I know,” Sabina says outright. “You still haven’t seen that side of me, so don’t be too quick to judge my sisters.”

Basilio treads carefully, knowing that he might be prying on a sensitive subject. “So, about Villaceran…”

“I’d rather not talk about him. Our relationship is… strained.”

Giving her a sympathetic, understanding look, Basilio nods. “Right. Never mind.”

Another interval of silence passes between them. This time, it’s a little somber.

“So, does this party have a dress code?”

“Yeah. Filipiniana. Wear a barong. It’s one of those pretentious events that attempts to make House of Arko more appealing to the masses or whatever. Manipulative assholes.”

“You can just refuse to go, Sab.”

“I could, but being Trese’s mole among the aswang means I have to attend clan activities to supply more information. That also means attending every single party those Arko fucks throw.”

“You really hate House of Arko, huh?”

Looking towards his direction to meet his gaze, Sabina’s eyes are filled with a sea of emotions. Hatred, indignation, and something Basilio couldn’t quite place.

“Why wouldn’t I? Mama Grande raised boys who can’t take no for an answer. The Arko brothers have no respect for us manananggal. As if we weren’t fetishized enough in Manong Karma’s stupid aswang dating book...”

Sabina clears her throat and calms herself down. Bad blood between aswang clans could mean war. Basilio knows he should take that to the boss. His gears are turning tonight. He asks Sabina questions that could risk her support.

“Is that why you agreed to be an informant? You wanna bring House of Arko down? Then what, your clan will fill the space they’ll leave?”

“What? No, I have no desire for power, not like how Mama Grande or my own mother does anyway. My personal gripes with them aside, the House of Arko wants to ‘unite the aswang under one banner’ with no respect to the other clans’ autonomy and customs.”

“So you wanna protect your clan?”

“That’s one of the reasons, yes. Mama Grande’s been trying to play kumare with mom- I mean Inang Reyna-” This is the second time Sabina slipped and called her mom. She clears her throat and composes herself. “And I need to stop that. Inang Reyna already made the mistake of going against the Accords once. Allying with the House of Arko will ruin us further.”

Basilio leans in closer. “And what are your other reasons?”

Sabina looks at him for a few, quiet seconds, and looks away. “I’ll reveal them-”

“In due time. Yeah, yeah, I can take that as an answer. So, making you sing in that event is a result of them being magkumare?”

A defeated laugh bubbles from Sabina’s chest. “You got it.”

“I’m surprised they didn’t invite sirena to sing.”

Sabina rolls her eyes and tosses the butt of her expended cigarette on the concrete. Basilio took it upon himself to crush the embers under his heel, seeing how her lower half is hidden someplace else.

“Oh please, this is House of Arko we’re talking about, Bas. They believe aswang are superior. Letting them shine would take away the spotlight from the aswang. Mama Grande asked for me from Inang Reyna so they can gloat that even aswang can make better singers than the famed sirena. Ugh, I doubt my singing style even matches the performance they want from me.”

“Oh yeah? What kind of performance are they going for?” he asks her.

“Now that’s another secret. You have to show up to find out,” she hums in response.

Turning away from him, Sabina checks how many sticks are left in the box. Two. She takes one and lights it up.

“Screw it, I’m going cold turkey. I guess this will be my final box. Maybe for tonight. Maybe forever.”

“Then maybe you should stop with the stick you’re smoking and throw the last one away,” Basilio suggests.

“Are you mad? That’s a waste of money!”

“Still counting your blessings even with your mama’s wealth huh?”

“Old habits die hard.”

Sabina blows smoke away from Basilio’s direction. The wind made it waft to his face anyway, and she mumbles a quick apology. He shrugs it off. Not like the adverse effects of secondhand smoke affected him anyway. Hank smoked and was polite enough to turn away too, but Basilio can still smell it. He didn’t mind it. Still, Hank had told him and Crispin that it was a tough habit to break, so he never touched a cigarette.

Not until now.

Basilio takes the box from Sabina and picks up the last stick with his lips. Then, he inches closer to her.

Ironically, in an attempt to help an old friend quit her smoking habit, Basilio engages in it himself.

Little did he know, a new bad habit was forming between him and the little lady before him.

“I’ll make sure it won’t go to waste then. Light me.”

Sabina raises an eyebrow. “Just don’t start at all. Give it back.”

“One smoke isn’t going to get me hooked, princess.”

Brows knitted together, Sabina chastises him. “Take it from me, bad habits start with just one little taste, Bas.”

“One little taste never hurts anyone...”

“One little taste could leave you wanting for more.”

Basilio can feel himself getting hot under the collar. He’d never thought an aswang of all creatures could make him feel all bothered, yet there he was, getting turned on by her choice of words.

“Princess, are we still talking about cigarettes, or something else?”

Hearing his question, Sabina exhales sharply through her nose, cheeks dusted pink. “Maybe both. Whatever. Come here.”

Black fingernails scratched at the sparkwheel. Sparks were flying, but there was no flame. The cigarette remained unlit.

“Well, it looks like fate isn’t letting you smoke, so better just give me the damn cigarette back, Basilio.”

With a sly look, Basilio closes in on her, and presses the end of his cigarette to the embers at the end of hers, linking them together.

To his surprise, Sabina is neither backing away nor babbling defensively like she usually does whenever he gets close. Instead, she presses her chest to his, a challenging look in her half-lidded eyes. She wasn’t wearing her glasses like usual, giving Basilio an unobstructed view of her heated gaze. Was it bloodlust or desire? Either way, it got his blood pumping.

“You’re chattier than usual tonight,” Basilio comments. “Bolder too. I like that.”

In the form she’s in now, Sabina’s eyes glowed an eerie white, and aside from the wings sprouting from her back, little horns sprouted from her scalp, the root concealed by her crown of short, wavy hair. Basilio didn’t pay mind to her dangling guts, instead, his eyes were transfixed on that cute little lace bra again.

Through the layers of cloth between them, he can feel her heart beating. Basilio faintly remembers the taste of human and sigbin hearts.

Now, what does aswang heart taste like?

A dark part of his psyche- perhaps from being Datu Talagbusao’s son- wanted to tear it out of her chest and eat it to find out.

Basilio felt the urge to taste all the battles she fought through her blood, and possess her heart in a way no other person can.

The memory of seeing his father tasting his mother’s blood inserts itself in the present, and the fear of turning into the monster he was is enough for him to shake that thought away.

Basilio tries to focus on something else.

His eyes wander to Sabina’s mouth. He might’ve imagined something else between her dark lips, in place of the cigarette. Something bigger.

Something of his.

Sabina’s been pliable tonight. Perhaps he’ll push his luck with her one last time.

“So, any plans tonight, dear princess?”

“Unless you intend to treat me like one, don’t call me that.”

“I’m done with work, so if you want me to make good on that and make up for my mistake…”

Giggling, Sabina flies a few feet away from him. The black wings on her back are translucent against the pale moonlight. They almost looked like a dark shade of red.

“Go tell your brother about the information I gave you for now, then meet up with me afterwards. I hid my lower half in an alleyway behind that motel,” she tells him, pointing to the building’s direction.

“If you’re lucky, you’ll get to rearrange my guts. Literally and figuratively.” Sabina continues, a naughty smirk blooming on her lips.

Taken aback by the pun, Basilio laughs. “I didn’t think you were capable of dirty jokes.”

“You should know by now that I’m full of secrets and surprises.”

Grinning darkly, Basilio finishes the rest of his cigarette as he watches her fly away.

“And I’ll uncover them all, dear princess.”

Translations:

ulol - crazy; Filipino profanity

gago/gaga - foolish or stupid; Filipino profanity

tangina - contraction of putang ina, lit. whore mother. Used as an expression to express irritation, anger, or astonishment

Inang Reyna - lit. Queen Mother.

mare/kumare - derived from the Spanish word madre/comadre; kumare a reciprocal appellation for the godmother or for the child's mother. In a more modern and colloquial context, it’s used to refer to a female friend. Magkumare means women who are friends with each other.

Filipiniana - Philippine related book and non-book material

barong - also known as Barong Tagalog. An embroidered long-sleeved formal shirt for men and a national dress of the Philippines.

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Good Boy

Dom!Fem!Reader x Fem!Mahito

Another commission! If you're interested in commissioning me, please send me a dm.

Info: Mahito transforms his body so he has breasts and a vagina. He still uses he/him and I kept it that way for the fic.

Warnings: Overstimulation, dacryphilia, face sitting, bondage, spanking, sex toys (crop and vibrator), some degradation, mommy kink, dom!reader, femdom, (let me know if I missed any).

You knew his games all too well, even if he believed you didn’t. Mahito got off on fucking with you, in any meaning of the phrase, but he particularly enjoyed the way you reacted when he took a more feminine form. He even made his eyelashes grow a bit longer, giving him a full bright-eyed effect to really make you weak.

However, you knew this was all just to watch you crumble. After watching him strut around in the short dress he loved all too much and knew you did as well, you finally look at him fully. Laying your phone down on the table beside your bed, you give him your attention.

“What exactly are you up to?

Your voice makes him perk up like a puppy begging for its owner's attention. It’s adorable, the way his eyes gloss over and light up every time you speak to him.

“Nothing, nothing at all, Mommyyyy” he drags out they, making you smile.

“Mommy doesn’t like when you lie to her,” you tell him. “And I always know when you’re lying.”

He giggled, looking away and straddling your lap. “But Mommy, I just want to show you how much I love you.” He grinds against your bare thigh, and you feel he’s not wearing underwear. He coats your thigh as you let him have his fun for a moment, whimpering every time you flex your thigh under his cunt.

“Do you think you’re really going to get away with this?” You ask him while tilting your head and grabbing his hips and stilling his body.

“Get away with what?” Feigning innocence s is cute, usually allowing you to let go and let him have his fun. Especially in this form, even if he only takes it when he wants to overpower you and make you softer for him than normal.

You push him off of you, flipping his body onto the bed, and pinning him below you. He smiles up at you, and you can’t help but smile back. You raise your hand and slap his pretty face, a clean smack echoing in your bedroom.

He moans, like usual, enjoying every bit of pain you give him. “Mommy!” His whining turns you on, every time that sweet word passes his lips.

“Are you going to behave?” You trail your hand down his cheek, neck, and then caress his breasts roughly. “Or am I going to have to teach you a lesson?”

“What if I want a mix of both?” He tilts his head smiling and you laugh.

You pinch his nipple through his dress, and he moans. “That’s not a very clear answer baby. So, are you going to be a good or bad boy?”

“I’ll be good, Mommy! I’ll be so good!”

“That’s what I like to hear,” you kiss him after.

Your tongue slips in his mouth, he moans leaning up trying to take more of you. His tongue fights against yours and you slip your fingers under his dress, finding he completely forgoes wearing a bra.

“Fucking whore,” you scold slipping the loose dress up off of his body and he laughs.

“You know you like it,” you slap him again and another moan leaving his body and stirring your desire further.

You flick your tongue over his right nipple, his back arched off the bed and his head falling to the side while he moans. He’s always so loud it’s nearly disgusting, anyone less sadistic would hate the filth that passes those pretty lips of his. Slipping your arm under his arched back you pull him closer to you. Mommy leaves his lips more times than you can count, filling your ears while you tease his nipples, and he begs for more.

“You want more?” You unlatch from his left nipple and hover over him. “You’re so greedy, it’s pitiful.”

He frowns, and you laugh pushing yourself off the bed and to your knees. Looking down at him, he squirms beneath you. Your glare is enough to make him uncomfortable and ready to submit. However, you notice he’s trying harder tonight to keep his composure. He really thinks having a pussy tonight will give him some control over you.

It’s cute.

It makes you want to ruin him even more.

“Stay there, and don’t you dare move an inch.” You point at him and he nods, a large smile forming on his face.

You grab a segment of black rope to bind his hands, your favorite pink vibrator, and a ball gag… just in case. While you love hearing him, sometimes it’s fun to listen to his muted whimpers while you wreck him. However, you’ve never used it on him while he’s been in this form. You grab your crop, just in case he acts up and you want to bruise his inner thighs.

Realizing you’ve never actually dominated when he’s taken the shape of a woman, fuels this. You’ve always let him take over. Not today, you decide that’s over for now. No wonder he was so confident and giddy. You grab another length of rope, thinking he’d look better restrained but also harnessed around his breasts.

“Stay still, alright?” You tell him and he nods.

Dropping the items on the bed and sitting him up to face away from you as you begin to work. You start by lacing the rope around his chest and between his breasts, carefully tying knots and connecting the rope to create crisscrosses across his skin. After securing the rope you pull his biceps back and help him cross his arms behind him. This tie is easier, so you’re quicker at restraining his arms and connecting them to the rope on his back.

Checking one last time to ensure it’s not too tight, you then push him forward and his face hits the bed, his ass up in the air for you. You slap it once, and he yelps out louder than necessary.

“Do you want to be gagged?” You ask, irritated.

“No, no! I’ll be quiet.”

“Good boy,” you rib his cheek once more and squeeze the soft skin teasingly.

Turning the vibrator on its lowest setting you lightly press it to his clit, holding it still while he whimpers against the bedding. He squeezes his thighs together as you tease your middle and forefinger around his hole.

“You’re so wet,” you state before slipping your middle finger in and curling it inside of him.

“Mm,” he mumbles, legs starting to shake. “More, please Mommy!”

“Do you think you really deserve more?” You pump your finger inside of him, pressing against his spongy center and watching his eyes roll back into his head. “I don’t think you do, yet…”

“Please!”

Instead of answering you press the button on the end of the vibrator to turn it up a setting, pressing it harder against his clit. He groans loudly, biting on the bed cover he’s crumpled up by squirming so much. Clenching around your fingers, he starts moaning louder. He looks so pretty like this, you think. However, the sadist in you isn’t satisfied with this. Having Mahito a moaning mess below you is satisfying, but not enough to quench your desire.

“Maybe if you cum, I’ll give you another finger.” You hum, leaning down and whispering in his ear. “Is that what you want, my slutty boy?”

“Yes! Mommy, I want it so bad! Please!”

“Cum then,” you switch up the vibrator another setting. “Cum for Mommy.”

He clenches around your finger as you speak, his body shaking, and mouth open wide. You smile at the sight of drool on the bed below him. His body relaxes as his orgasm ends and he opens his eyes. They’re glossy, desperately looking for you to praise him. He’s slowly slipping into his subspace, waiting for your permission.

“You did so good, baby boy. I’m so proud of you.” You rub his thighs after pulling the vibrator away from his puffy clit. “Think you can give me some more tonight?”

He nods not saying anything, his head moving up and down quickly.

“Use your words,” you command.

“Yes! I can do it!” He’s already regaining strength in his muscles and sitting up more for you.

“Good boy,” you praise again, Mahito’s lips pursed up into a silly grin. “Now, can you sit up for me and then bend over the bed?”

He nods, pushing himself up and slinging his legs over the bed. Rolling onto his stomach, you smile. He looks so good like this, completely exposed to you, and willing to do anything you ask. Surprisingly, Mahito has always been the perfect sub for you. Bratty enough to keep it entertaining, but well behaved and disciplined to always do what you ask of him.

Your fingertips run down his back, tracing over his arms, and back down to his ass. Reaching over you grab the black crop he loves, replacing your fingers with it as you tease his skin. He sighs softly as it passes over his ass.

“Oh, did you want me to hit you?” Your eyebrow arches and you smile.

The way he shyly looks up at you confirms it. Of course, he did want you to hit him with it. A loud crack against his ass fills the silence in the room and his cries. One after the next until he’s whimpering and breathless.

“Silly boy,” you coo. “You weren’t even bad, but you just love that so much I decided to give into you. Now you owe me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mommy.” He opens his eyes, and you laugh.

You can’t help it. He looks too pretty now, bound in pretty black rope and tears threatening to spill over. You drop the crop on the bed and grab the vibrator again, turning it on the highest setting and forcing it hard against this clit.

He mewls like an animal in heat. It’s disgusting and raw. Everything you love about his reactions. You love it enough to let it go this time. But if he keeps up, you’re going to have to use the ball gag and set up a hand signal for him if anything becomes too much for him.

Slipping your middle and forefinger into his needy hole, he lets out another long whine. Thrusting them inside of him and curling your fingertips, he begins to shake. He starts begging incoherently, and you’re not sure if it’s because he wants to cum or if he wants more. Choosing the latter, you slip a third finger inside his clenching cunt, his whines boarding sobs now.

“Mommy! Gotta cum! Please, please, let me cum!”

“Go ahead,” you chuckle. “But I won’t be stopping anytime soon.”

He cries now, letting the tears slip past his eyes and onto his cheeks. He cums, cunt clenching around your fingers while you fuck him through it. His whimpering does down, but his steady stream of tears continues to fall to the mattress from his now pink cheeks.

Mahito whines, a loud high-pitched sound ripping from his throat when you keep fingerfucking him. He’s shaking harder now, and you’re glad you asked him to bend over the bed. He wouldn’t be able to hold himself up through a third orgasm.

“You can give me one more, can’t you? Just one more.”

He nods, shaking his head erratically on the bed. “ Yes,” he mutters, “I can do it.” His voice is breathless, shaking with each word while he fights to answer you.

“I know you can baby, so make me proud!” You kiss the skin on his back while your fingers continue to work your fingers and the vibrator on him. “You’re so good for me today. Makes me so proud!”

You know he does well with encouragement, especially whenever you are overstimulating him. Despite how much you want to degrade him, you know it’s better to keep the energy up until he finishes again. You press the vibrator up against his clit while you twist your fingers inside of him and start pumping them in harder.

“Mommy! ‘Gonna… cum!” He cries out and his body goes weak as his third orgasms crash through his body. His moans are quieter now, breathier and more exhausted.

“Good boy,” you slowly pull your fingers out from him and rub his ass.

Turning the vibrator off and tossing it on the bed, you then untie his arm retrains and massages his strained muscles to help him relax as he comes down. Wiping his tears away you kiss his cheek and help him relax onto the bed. He’s always quick to recover and go back to his normal childish and ridiculous personality. You don’t say anything, waiting for him to decide when he’s ready to continue.

“Okay,” he tells you and smiles. “What do I owe you?”

You laugh sitting up and slipping your clothes off. “I’m gonna sit on your face for as long as I want, got it?”

He eagerly shakes his head and reaches for you. “Please!”

“You’re such a fucking whore. Desperate to taste me, hmm?”

You sit over his face, and his tongue shoots out of his mouth quicker than you were expecting. He laps over your wet folds before his lips and tongue work on your clit. You lean your head against the headboard of your bed, breathing hard while you let him decide how to please you. Each time his tongue slips inside of you and his nose brushes your clit; you want to scream.

It feels too good.

“Mahito, fuck” you groan while you roll your hips once and he squeezes your ass. “I didn’t say you could touch me,” you smack his hands away and rill your hips again.

He mumbles something that sounds like an apology before laying his arms at his sides, hands balled into fists. He’s greedy and wants to touch you, but this is supposed to be a pseudo-punishment for wanting more pleasure than you were ready to give. You have to keep reminding yourself of that as you ride his face.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you breathe in and out as your orgasm approaches and Mahito’s tongue shoots back up into you, your hips rolling and your clit catching his nose again.

Closing your eyes and holding his head still you ride out your orgasm on his face, breathy moans and curses falling from your lips. Slowing down, you still your movements completely and his tongue leaves your sopping cunt. Hands pushing you down to where you’re sitting on his chest.

“Mahito,” you say slowly, and he looks up, face shining with your release.

“hmm?”

“Do you really think I’m finished?”

His eyes widen and a full smile fills his face. “No. I’m sorry Mommy! Let me give you another one, please, I promise I’ll be a good boy. I’ll even use my fingers if you want!”

You laugh rolling your eyes and pushing his face under you. “I guess it wouldn’t be too awful if you used your fingers too.”

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