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modx-reborn · 2 years

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somno/dubcon with doctor!simpbur as you’re waking up from anaesthetic :)

Kay, I am going to kiss you, and kiss you, and kiss you.

Once again under a read more for those not wanting to read medical or dubcon.

God, you were perfect, sure you were under and he was only meant to be doing post-op check-ups, but who would fault him for closing the door to your room and doing a little more in-depth checks, knowing that he had maybe an hour or two before the anesthetic wore off and you would be coming back to the world of the waking, sure you would be groggy and unable to understand much when you first woke, but you were perfect right now, a wonderful living doll for him to finally enjoy like he had been longing for.

The paper dress you wore was easy to remove, three tugs on the knots and you were bare flawless skin on display like he had never seen before, there was always something in the way when he did his exams and tests, but now, now he could have you as he liked, naked and oh so beautiful for him.

Maybe his hands did shake as he pushed your legs open, gloves thrown away the moment he knew no one would be coming in the door to check on him. No matter how many times he licked his lips they still felt dry, as if the sight of you, legs thrown over his thighs, face at peace, and chest rising and falling softly was drying out the air and making him need to lick his lips again and again but maybe he wouldn't need to, maybe he could, he could kiss you, feel your lips against his own and use your spit to wet his lips.

The groan at the thought should have been loud enough to have someone come looking but no one did, and once again he was alone with you and the free access to your body. While your lips were cold and slightly chapped, they felt like heaven to him, a perfect mix that would drive him wild every day after this one, so he would devour every kiss and touch of your lips that he could, hands shaking as the roamed down your hips dragging against your sex and hoping that you would still be able to respond, to enjoy this.

There was never a moment he had felt fear like this, not when your eyes had blinked open and while hazy, had looked at him, said his name with sleep slurring the letters, whining as your mind took stock of the feeling of his fingers working you open stopping, of the rough material of his slacks against the back of your thighs, of the warm breath fanning across your face as he leaned over you, his face a mess of blurring colors and movement.

"Shhh, Shhh, just checking up on you, making sure everything is okay, back to sleep... It's okay, it's all okay, just let me check you over, You'll let me do that won't you? Make sure my favorite patient is healthy and good?"

The mumbled okay was all he needed before he began moving his fingers again, eager to have you more fully than ever before, and the short moment you had been awake, had said his name as you woke was all he needed to finally go through with this, to pull back and shuffle his slacks down just enough to free his cock. For now, spit would have to do for lube, a mix of his own and yours was more than he could ask for as he wrapped around his cock, giving a few weak pumps before gently moving to press the head of his cock against your opening.

God you felt even better wrapped around his cock than you did around his fingers, next time he had you booked for a test he might just have to find a way to do this again, there was no way he would be able to live with just fucking you with his fingers or using a syringe to fill you with his cum, he would have to fuck you, fill you himself and feel how you clench and milk his cock, there would be nothing like this for him ever again.

Sure he was fishing his phone from his pocket to film how you took his cock, to take in how even half asleep and floating from the anesthetic you were moaning and scrunching your nose, hole clenching around his cock, but the film would only tide him over for so long, he would need to have you again, maybe he could organize a home visit, have you welcome him into your home and then he could have you with worrying that someone would find him fucking you, filling you.

The very thought of being in your home, fucking you like he was currently was what drove him over the edge, hips stuttering and burying himself to the hilt in you as he cums, shivering as you clench and milk everything from him, moaning sleepily as a wet heat spreads in you, eyes blinking open once again as cold hands grasp your chin a blurry shape in front of your face as your lips open taking fingers covered in something bitter slip into your mouth, tongue limply taking whatever it was offered.

"That's it, take it my dear, full of my cum from both ends, I can't wait for you to be discharged and back in my practice, will definitely be doing this again, won't ever let you go now not that I know how good you feel..."

#a: dreamwvrld #c: simpbur #mcyt smut #cw: dubcon #k: medical #k: dubcon #k: somno #mxad #anon response

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kzuhae · 28 days

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𝓑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝓕𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃’𝐒 𝓑𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑(𝓢)!

── SANO BROTHERS┊TOKYO REVENGERS

premise. emma sano’s brothers are off limits, no matter how much you want them— or how much they want you.

content. sano brothers / f!reader. smut. dark content. best friend’s older brother(s) trope. mini series : three parts. age gap (1, 4 and 11 years). reader has known the brothers since childhood. dubcon. manipulation / coercion. virginity loss. car sex. drug use (cigarettes). petnames. drummer!izana. pervert / creep!sano brothers. penetrative sex. no protection. alcohol. band!tenjiku. corruption. possessive behaviour.

more specific tags found in each fic’s description.

interactions & reblogs are appreciated .ᐟ ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

¹new message from jia ෆ sano brothers have my heart btw

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── AM I YOUR TYPE, PRETTY? c. 2009

⌗ emma’s brother, manjiro sano : one year older.

content. smut. dubcon. alcohol. drunk / tipsy sex. car sex. unprotected sex. manipulation ++. coercion. virginity loss. fingering (f). pervert!mikey. marking. slight childhood friends. edging. reader is shorter than mikey. praise &&. a little degradation.

you told emma your feelings for her older brother weren’t anything serious— but what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her, right?

── LET ME HEAR YOU SCREAM! c. 2011

⌗ emma’s brother, izana kurokawa : four years older.

content. smut. dubcon. unprotected sex. manipulation ++. coercion. hair pulling. fingering (f). pervert!izana. slight vouyerism &&. exhibitionism. marking. mild choking. nipple play. degradation ++. praise. riding. improper use of instruments. izana has a tongue piercing.

after mikey, you swore you would never fuck another one of emma’s brothers— but maybe one time with izana is okay. . . ?

── WE’RE NOT SLEEPING TONIGHT. c. 2015

⌗ emma’s brother, shinichiro sano : eleven years older.

content. smut. dubcon. drug use. unprotected sex. manipulation ++. coercion. fingering (f). pervert!shinichiro. creampie. oral (f). doggy / prone bone. marking. praise. squirting. edging. overstimulation. service dom!shinichiro. tummy bulge. creampie / breeding kink. missionary.

shinichiro’s tactics won’t work on you now that you’ve been through his brothers, but who do you think they learned it from?

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flashy-ish · 1 month

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Mm having a best friend with icky parents. Their dad pulls you in for a hug at the door, pushing your soft body against his hard on. Whose hands rest on your ass during a hug that's a little too long and guides you into the arms of his lovely wife who waste no time giving you a kiss on the cheek and pulling you into her breast.

Clearly they're just being friendly.

A Mommy who says you've really grown, smacks you on the butt and says "that package is really coming nice now huh darling?" You get flustered and try to respond but notice she's looking more towards her husband than at you.

A best friend who puts something in your water bottle that makes you warm and loopy and so so empty. A mommy who tells her husband to gently sit your writhing form on the bed so she can get a better look at you. She coos and says, "poor baby" as she slowly strips you down. A daddy who kneads your skin and inches closer and closer to your special place. Who holds your legs open while you whine confused and try to close them.

The need to be coerced into sucking on her big tits as your friend's dad begins to grind his cock against your ass. You feel so warm and you should really try and get some water you think, but you're held in place as you nurse, and she calls you such a good pet. The want to have her sit on your face as her husband fucks your sopping wet pussy.

Eventually they leave you be. Used and in tears naked on the bed and you're left to watch as they make love with each other. Dazed, confused, and covered in cum. The mom stood you before you doze off though.

"Darling, be a dear and clean us up why don't you?"

#dumbification #tw dubcon #tw noncon #daddy's little one #piss kink #mezzy writes #r@pe fantasy #daddy's good girl #dirty fantasy #humiliating kink #mommy's little girl #imagines #send r@p3 threats <3 #r@pe k!nk

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fairy-starlight · 1 month

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imagine your college gym coach who’s extra hard on you filling up your holes in the locker room.

cw: noncon, dubcon, breeding, anal. minors, terfs and swerfs dni.

your hardass coach has been singling you out for a while now and you have no idea why. you just want to get the day over with and relax at home and it’s all you can think about as you stand alone in the showers after everyone else has left. you don’t hear the footsteps underneath the spray and turn the water off so you can get dressed. you nearly jump out of your skin when you see your coach who just stares at you intensely. your throat bobs at their toned muscles and how much taller they are then you and you shake the thoughts away as you grab your stuff, ignoring the growing wetness between your thighs.

your coach grabs your towel and rips it off as you try to cover yourself but they grab your shoulders and push you onto the bench. you’re shouting and squirming as they stare at your plump ass and wet pussy.

“you seem to like getting manhandled and tossed around like a doll,” they groan and you yelp when they smack your ass hard, sure to leave a mark behind.

you keep squirming trying to escape their grip but they have a hand on the back of your head keeping your face pinned down as they pull their cock out and press the tip against your cunt. you try to move your hips away but they hold you in place as they run the tip between your folds before sliding it into your hole. you whine and beg for them to stop but they just moan as they slowly sink their cock into your tight pussy.

you have no idea what you do to them, how many times they have jerked off to the thought of your perfect ass in those tight shorts or leggings you always wear, the way your tits almost spill out of your shirt and how your lips would be so pretty if you were on your knees sucking their cock. you were just a tempting little cocktease and you didn’t even know it.

your coach keeps you pinned down as they start brutally fucking your pussy, forcing your walls to stretch beyond your limit to accommodate the size. your pathetic cries fill the room as they practically destroy your poor little cunt as your fingers grip the edges of the bench. the tip touches your cervix as their heavy balls slap your pussy as your eyes start to roll back. your jaw hangs slack as your cries turn into moans and your coach laughs at how things have changed.

“you’re enjoying this, aren’t you? letting someone use your tight pussy whenever they want? you’re already creaming on my cock,” they laugh as they watch the way your pussy squeezes the shaft.

they slam deep into your pussy and the tip rests against your cervix as their cum floods your unprotected womb. the thought of you knocked up and your tits leaking with milk makes them hard again as they pull out and sink the tip into your ass, stretching the tight ring as they shove the rest inside. their cum begins to leak out of your pussy and create a small puddle on the bench as they plow your ass without a care for how overwhelmed you have become. you’ve practically been fucked stupid, babbling nonsense as drool runs down your chin and your eyes are slightly crossed and rolled back into your skull. your coach groans as they shoot another load deep in your ass and pull out as you lie there with their cum leaking from both of your ruined holes. they grab a fistful of your hair and pull your head up to growl into your ear.

“i’m not finished yet. your tight holes are mine now.”

#fairy-starlight.txt #f0rced breeding #breeding k!nk #breeding k1nk #free use k!nk #free use k1nk #fr33 use #n0ncon #n0nc0n #dubcon #an@l #an4l

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whygalaxy · 26 days

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Little one - Pt.2

♡⃕ Relationship} Quackity x Naive!Fem!Reader

♡⃕ {Part.One; here}

♡⃕ Summary} "How did the "game" with Daddy start?"

♡⃕ TW.} NSFW; Smut; Dub-con; Innocent Kink; Size kink; Size difference; Stepcest; Reader is very innocent and naive; Reader is childish (she didn't have a good childhood); Unprotected sex; Daddy kink; guilt

♡⃕ Notes} English is not my first language, there may be mistakes. I’m sorry for anything. This fanfic may not be suitable for everyone

You had recently been adopted by Quackity, and you couldn't be happier!

He was so nice and caring towards you, always worrying and looking out for you.

But for Quackity, it was hell. Intrusive and unhealthy thoughts entered his mind, he had never had these types of thoughts before…. Before adopting you…

He felt horrible, he was your father now! You saw him as a father figure, and you were so innocent… He had already lost his sanity a long time ago…

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚🍒⊹ ࣪ ˖

He was with you in the room, playing with dolls with you. You were such a lovely, innocent thing… he couldn't hold back anymore… “I'm sorry, little one…” he thinks to himself.

“What do we think about playing a very special game?” He asks, looking at you with a smile. Your eyes light up as you look at him, a game? Special? You loved games!

“Of course I do, daddy!” You scream, excited for the game. Geez… you were so innocent…

He smiles, picking you up as he sits on the couch, placing you on his lap. He spreads your legs wide, his hands being placed on your crotch. “The game is special for Fathers and daughters, that's why you can't tell anyone. Daddy will tickle you differently.”

He says, planting a kiss on your cheek, you laugh. Different tickles? This looked so fun! He lifts your skirt, exposing the white panties you were wearing… You were so adorable.

He runs his fingers over your clothed pussy, making you let out such a cute whimper. What was he doing?… He can't think much, sliding your panties to the side and slipping a finger inside you.

You moan as he sticks a finger inside your untouched pussy, making you moan loudly. You felt strange, but it felt so good…

Meanwhile, Quackity was surprised how tight and hot you were, he could barely move a finger…. With great difficulty, he adds another one inside you. Stretching you for the next stage of the game.

It doesn't take long for you to cum on his fingers, heavens… You were so cute, the little noise and the little face you made when you came were just adorable.

“Daddy?…” You moan, and fuck, he feels himself getting even harder. He never thought maliciously about that nickname… but now, he was practically crazy. “Now baby… Daddy’s going to stick something inside you… and it’s going to be good, okay?”

You nod, already fucking stupid from your first orgasm. He lifts you up enough to pull down his pants, his cock came out hard, precum oozing out of the tip. He was desperate….

He passes his dick against your wet lips, he couldn't believe he was doing this… he takes courage and…

"Daddy!" You scream in pain when his cock finally penetrates you. He feels like he's breaking you… he was a horrible father…

You scream in pain, having never been stretched so much in your life. He kisses away your tears, “calm down baby, daddy’s here…” he says, and then looks at his dick. Seeing blood dripping from his dick, a reminder that he had hurt you…

He lets you adjust to his dick, even though he wasn't able to get his dick all the way inside you. You were so little…

He starts to fuck you hard, but slowly, not wanting to hurt you more than he already has… His thrusts were deep, always reaching your cervix. He kissed your neck and cheek trying to calm you down and calm your tears.

It doesn’t take long for you to cum again, helping him slide his cock more easily inside you. His thrusts started to get sloppy, he was about to cum.

He couldn't resist, you squeezed him so well! "little one!" He moans, cumming inside you. Filling your little womb with his hot cum.

He kisses your tears and cheeks, whispering praises in your ear. “Such a good girl… so good for daddy… daddy is proud of you,” he says, and you smile.

As much as it hurt, you were happy to be daddy's good girl… And he, felt terrible… terrible for hurting you… and knowing that he would hurt you again… You were so addictive…

#quackity x reader #quackity x you #quackity smut #qsmp #tw dubcon #tw dubious consent #tw stepcest #daddy k!nk

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lesinquietes · 7 months

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You come in for a job interview with the number one hero. The description specified that you would be doing a lot of physical work in your new role, but you didn’t realize that also entails giving yourself to your boss whenever he demands it. Your training starts today ❤️

Tw; 18+ dubcon smut // endeavour x fem!reader

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“I know you’ve been waiting for this,” he chuckles darkly, fingernails digging into your plush hips. “You’ve needed a man to show you how this is done for a while now, haven’t you?”

He bites back a heavy groan when he finally slides his fat cock past your silky lips, filling your greedy pussy as deeply as you can take him. His tip nudges against a particularly delicious sweet spot, drawing a sensual gasp from your throat. Your tongue hangs from your mouth like a thirsty dog; it’s fitting that he’s made you his bitch. You might not have planned for this to unfold, during an interview no less, but you can’t pretend you’re upset by this steamy result.

His digits entangle themselves in your tresses, yanking you so you back arches the way he fantasized it would when he first laid eyes on your pretty body. He holds himself inside you for a time and flexes, intent on getting your narrow hole used to his girth. Your toes curl at the way his member twitches on command. It teases you just long enough to distract you.

He reaches around to your torso and slips his hand beneath your shirt. Then, he rips open your blouse. Buttons fly across his office, disappearing under his desk and ricocheting off the wall. He’ll buy you a new one if you’re upset about him ruining it; material items don’t at all matter right now.

“Why did you decide to wear this today, hmm?”

His large palm finds your breast, cupping it over your white lace bralette. Maybe you expected to seduce him. With a body like yours, so unique and beautiful in its natural form, you were correct to anticipate that he would be interested. Yes, satiating himself with you is precisely what he needs. He decides enough is enough.

He tears your bra off, tossing the ruined fabric across the room. It strikes one of the tall windows. Your eyes widen when you realize that you’re exposed for the world to see. It’s nighttime and he didn’t pull down the blinds. What will people say if they happen to glance up from the sidewalk and see you, offering your body for a high salary job to the number one hero in Japan?

“Don’t worry about them,” he growls, as though reading your thoughts. “Focus on what I’m doing to you.”

He starts to thrust. His fingers latch onto one of your nipples and tug on it. You whimper at the sensation. This is horribly wrong. He’s freshly divorced and— and he’s going to be your boss! You can’t be doing stuff like this with the man in charge of overseeing your pay checks; you wouldn’t want him to think this is going to be a regular thing. You certainly wouldn’t want this to become a habit.

But that’s clearly not what Enji thinks, as he busts a huge load in your pussy, stuffing you to the brim.

#tw dubcon #tw exhibitionism #I’m writing a yandere hawks fic and enji’s in it #he’s interviewing reader and my mind was just like #k but make it sexy #enji smut #endeavor smut #enji x reader #endeavor x reader #female reader

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yellowlikelemons · 19 days

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Ok but what if I was a rental pet someone could sell to you and you could choose what clothes and wearing and what amount of clothes i'm wearing when i show up? And you could do anything from simply have me sleep in the same bed as you to getting off on pushing me around for hours on end? What if the idea of being handed off each night and not knowing if you're going to care for me or hurt me gets me off? Maybe having a few reoccuring customers whom i either look forwards to or dread?

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touchstarvedtristamp · 1 year

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( Listen anon I never said HE was into it. That's all me, baby. I am very much down for pretty boy being mind controlled in some way, shape or form......... the mc'd party doesn't have to be into it for me to like it.......... in fact it's kinda more fun for me writing-wise if they don't )

#ooc;;#caution: anxious but eager (mun)#k: mind control #k: dubcon #( just in case! )#( I SAID I WAS A DEGENERATE ALRIGHT )#dubcon tw

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otter-pup · 1 year

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OP IS A TRANS MAN. THIS IS ABOUT A TRANS MAN. DETRANS KINKSTERS DNI.

thinking abt going on a blind date w a sorcerer who casts a subtle spell at the start of our date that whenever I moo my tits swell a little more with milk, and also cursing me so if i try to say “me” or “my” it comes out as moo. so i try to order drinks, “…and the same for moo—“ and cut myself off, startled, before clearing my throat and trying again. “sorry, i mean for moo— for moo.” the sorcerer chuckles and sends the waiter off.

saying it three times in a row, i definitely notice the way my chest is pressing up against the sports bra id chosen over my binder. im small chested enough it didn’t matter, but it seems like it does now.

im embarrassed, but I try to keep the date going comfortably. except every time i go to say me, or my, i moo instead, my sports bra getting increasingly uncomfortable, the bottom band riding up as all parts of it dig into my chest, which is completely visible now. the sorcerer is just smiling and continuing on with the conversation, up until I moo a few more times and my sports bra audibly rips.

i gasp, then moo again, not even able to hold it back. it feels—good? the way my sports bra just ripped, leaving my usually form-fitting shirt struggling as the only barrier between my tits and the world.

the sorcerer ushers me out of the restaurant at that, leaving more than enough to pay for our meals on the table, and brings me to his car with the promise of driving me home. instead, he drives me to his house, encouraging me to keep talking about myself the entire way, just to see how many times i slip up and moo, getting increasingly common the more I say it, the more my tits swell, the more my shirt has to strain to contain them, the dumber I get with the pleasure of it.

it holds until we get to his house and he gets me inside. then, he prompts me one last time, and my tits swell just enough to get the seams to start ripping, the pressure on my nipples making them start leaking, my shirt getting wet, the tightness and the pressure and the release making me choke out one last moo and cause my shirt to tear off my body.

he starts groping and milking me immediately, and im putty in his hands, moaning and mooing and growing faster than he can milk me. he’s praising me for being such a good boy the entire time, telling me ill be his prized hucow for as long as I keep swelling with this much milk, and promising he’ll take good care of me.

#puppybarks #male hucow #hucow k!nk #ftm hucow #lactation kink #male lactation #dumbification #breast expansion #dubcon #nsft #ftm nsft #t4t nsft #gay nsft #mlm nsft #trans nsft

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yourlilsweetheart · 1 year

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thinking hard about how adorable you look when you get all dumbfounded from overstimulation, my hand still stroking your pretty, leaking cock even when you've already cum a few seconds before. i coo sugared praises to you when i notice how flustered your face is, small tears in your eyes and a silly smile on your lips. you're my good little boy, aren't you? so obedient just for me, letting me do anything i want to you even when my caresses are already starting to hurt. you look so gorgeous, my love. i adore the sight of your body all marked, spanked and bitten. i adore seeing your thighs trembling with each pump i give. i adore hearing your whimpers, cries and moans, not knowing if you want me to stop or if you'd like me to continue pleasuring you. what i adore the most though, is that we both know i'm the only one who can get you this high <3

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van1llam1lkk · 4 months

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Gift Wrapped

[ nsfw | CW ; Implied kidnapping, Shibari, strap on, fluff, brief angst(?), threats (not directed at Darling), Yandere Content, Jealousy, Dacryphilia, Dubcon, praise, Lack of proper foreplay, Fem!Darling]

Female yandere x Darling

a/n ; Got the idea for the pose from this , I'm gonna pass out it was the 24th when I wrote this and I was STRUGGLING because I made a different version but realized it wasn't really Christmas theme nor in character— and rather then going back and editing it I just scrapped it

Summary— Aizu wants nothing more for Christmas than to see you all tied up- So why not make it a reality?

word count — 1.9k

You watch as Aizu crawls into bed, the mattress dipping in beneath her weight. “It's been getting cold out.” You mumbled, resting your head on her shoulder.

“I know.”

You stay quiet for another moment, waiting for her to continue— To tell you what you want to know without actually saying the words.

"It's been six months." She finally relented, shifting her position so shes rested on her side and was facing you. Prompting you with the question "Are you really still thinking about that?"

"How could I not?"

"Because you have everything you could ever want here, why are you so focused on the little things like what's happening out there— or if your friends kiss you?"

"Not freedom."

Quiet befalls the both of you, the weight of those unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. You could feel Aizu's gaze piercing through you, searching for any sign of weakness or hesitation. She leaned in closer, her warm breath tickling your skin as she whispered, "But what is freedom without love? Without someone who understands and supports you?"

"Do you? Do you actually understand me? I mean- can't help but wonder if you even actually love me, if all of this" You sit up and gesture to the modest bedroom around you, its familiarity suffocating. "Just some attempt to covet after me." She doesn't respond, at least not immediately. A soft sigh escaping her as she let's a hand cup the side of your face and force eye contact between the two of you, dark brown eyes piercing through your own.

"Whether it's love or some deep rooted obsession I had since the moment I found you, I still care about you." She mumbles tempted to say more, but instead choosing to hold back.

"Please don't get all sappy with me." You groan, throwing your head back against the pillows. "You know I'm only stuck here because of you." You shoot back, though your tone not as hostile as your words would suggest.

"I know." She scoffed, "You don't always have to hold that against me, I mean- Can't you lighten up at least a little? I mean, I don't think that's something you want going into Christmas."

"It's already Christmas?" You practically shout, sitting back up in your bed. "I thought it was October-"

"But it's not October, like how it's not Christmas... At least not yet, Christmas is tomorrow." You stared at her, mild frustration building up in you. "And you didn't think to tell me earlier?"

"I saw no reason, as to why. And I figured it'd be a nice surprise." She shrugged, "Plus I waited last minute before buying gifts so... I still need to wrap them up." She shrugged, "C'mon, just go to bed you won't miss anything and I'll wake you up early. Promise."

You stare at her for a moment a little frown in your face but eventually relent and lay your head back down, Letting your eyes flutter shut as Aizu's gentle touch on your face lulls you into a peaceful slumber.

The next morning, you woke to the sound of soft music playing from the living room. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you followed the sound and found Aizu sitting on the couch, surrounded by colorful wrapping paper and ribbons strewn about, Her hands covered in bandages and a pair of scissors sat next to her. It always amazed you how horrible she is with cutting things but has no problem with them during training.

"There you are." She huffed dusting her pants off, "Sit down, you can eat later so just- sit." She ordered, practically shoving you to the mat on next to the Christmas tree with her light little pushes.

"So... What's up with the amount of gifts?" You prompt, it wasn't a stretch to believe all of them we're for you— God knows how much money this woman has from the weekly donations alone— but it was still worth asking.

"Variety, that and my sisters are coming over tonight and I want an excuse to show my lovely pet off." She nonchalantly says slightly shrugging.

"C'mon, open them any one will do." She purred, Huffing a little sigh, you pulled away and refocused on the nearest present to your right. It was long and thin, but larger then a box that would hold a necklace, so you weren’t sure what could be inside. While you were distracted by the gift in hand she was more focused on something else.

Sitting behind you she let her hands wander beneath the dark red shirt you wore, letting them rub comforting circles onto your sides. You couldn't help but lean into her touch, even as your mind was preoccupied with the mystery gift in front of you.

"Open it," she whispered, her voice barely audible against your ear.

Maybe today could've been normal. As normal as your life could get with her. With a slight smile to your lips you tore open the wrapping paper, When you got a look at what was inside the box. A small chuckle escapes you which slowly transformed into a loud, cackling laugh. “You got me a dildo!?” you asked, half amused half frustrated and maybe even slightly disappointed.

In the box, nestled in a pillow of soft satin, sat a long, thick dildo, with just a hint of a curve to it. But to answer your rhetorical question she simply hummed, gingerly taking the box from your hands and placing it to the side.

"C'mon, you have more." She simply said watching as you pull over another box.

And that would be fine if the same act didn't repeat four times. It wasn't the same thing, thankfully, but almost all were sexual in nature— Vibrators, ball gags, flavoured lube—

Admittedly though, when you got to the fourth one face slightly flushed from the 'gifts' and her touching growing more adventurous, you were confused— Mind slightly hazy as you stared at the red and white rope, barely able to focus on anything but the way she traced circles just above the spot where your clit was in your panties.

"What's— what's this for?" You stammer out, at this point you don't even think she's paying attention to opening the presents any more instead she's more focused on groping your breasts with one hand and making you twitch with the other.

"It's f' me." She simply stated, "I didn't have time to wrap up my gift after all." You swallow your saliva, and try to take a deep breath, but her fingers are still moving in circles, and your entire body is tingling with desire. You can feel the wetness seeping through your panties.

Doing you the favor of pulling your shirt off she tosses it to the corner, not paying attention to your confusion as she ties the strands of the rope around your hands. Pulling them taught that you wouldn't be surprised if you got rope burn from the tightness She must have planned this for a while, the way she looks at you, her eyes filled with lust and anticipation. You swallow again, trying to steady your nerves, but your heart is racing, and your breaths are shallow.

"Your just so pliable when your like this." Aizu mumbles, from your position you couldn't see what she was doing only the sound of metal clicking against itself possibly alluding to what she's doing.

"Aizu..." you managed to whisper, your voice filled with just as much anticipation as it was fear. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, Aizu shushed you pressing a soft kiss to your neck, "Be patient f' me, you'll find out soon enough."

It wasn't until you felt her pushing your panties to the side and the blunt tip of something press against your taught opening did you get an idea, "now stay still for me, I have to do something and I'm sure you don't wanna get hurt." She cooed, slowly pushing the fat girth into you one-inch at a time. Ignoring the way you wriggled in her grip, the lack of proper foreplay making the intrusion slightly burn.

Finally when she bottomed out, your ass pressed firmly against her pelvis. She leaned down to your ear whispering soft praises "Good girl, did so well f' me." She murmured.

Leaning back up she grabs the rope and ties it to around both hers and your waist, taking the time to comfort you into relaxation as she finished with tying your hands behind your back. Leaving barely any space between your pelvis.

A satisfied hum leaves her as she slowly pulls out, the rope binding you two together only giving her enough space to pull out a couple of inches before she's fucking it right back into you. Forcing air out of you with each slow- but rough thrust,

Mindless and breathless moans leave your lips, your nails digging into the flesh your palm. The pain slowly giving way to pleasure as wetness cover chubby cock.

“Look at you,” she coos, “such a cockslut, I wonder what everyone else would think if they saw this.” you clench around her from her harsh words, slightly shifting her position she leaned over you, pushing her weight down “As if I'd let them ever see you like this” She panted.

You could feel the heat radiating from her skin, the smell of her perfume, and the sound of her soft moans filling your ears.

"Id— I'd kill them all before I even think about sharing you." She stuttered. "Fuck you in a puddle of their own blood." Aizu mindlessly rambled, her fucking picking up pace

Your body convulsed at her words, her cruel fantasy arousing you more than what should be appropriate. You could feel the heat from your arousal, the wetness coating her cock, wet squelches coming with each heavy and the sensation of her thrusts deeper and harder than before.

Your squeals and whined became more louder, and she leaned in closer, her tits pressing against your flesh. Her words dripping with lust, "You're mine, sweetheart. No one else will ever touch you, understand? They'll all fuckin' die trying to take you away from me."

You cried out, unable to form a coherent response, your mind lost in the haze of pleasure the way the curved managed to grind against that gooey spot inside of you that had you drooling all over the hardwood floor.

Snaking a hand between you two she played with your clit, leaving you a panting mess drenched in your own juices. "M' gonna cum," you slur out tears sticking to your eyelashes and flowing down your cheeks.

Her finger tracing sloppy circles over your clitoris, giving the sensitive nub mean little slaps. With a grunt of effort, she pulls back, the echo of the taut rope stretching between you both, and then thrusts forward with a brutal force, the fat tip of her cock finding purchase and sliding in deeper than before. It's like a vice grip, and your entire body screams in delight at the new sensation.

With a high pitched shriek your walls clench around them, your body tensing up with each wave of pleasure that washes over you. Aizu's pace slowly regresses into slow fucking, eventually stopping with one last thrust. She softly panted as she untied the rope, kissing your wrists that were sensitive. "Did so well f' me." She cooed, peppering your face with kisses— taking extra time to pick away any tears on your face—.

Effortlessly she pulled you onto her lap, Her delicate touch lingered on your skin, soothing the remnants of your restraints. "You were such a good girl, let's go get you some breakfast yeah?" She prompted, cupping your face in her hands.

"And then we'll bake cookies... Watch movies, and if your lucky maybe we'll go into town for the festival." She cooed, lifting you up and heading to the bathroom.

"But let's get you cleaned up first."

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