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tinawashintono · 6 days

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#spideriron #sugar dom #buy now #haruka #us senator #greta van fic #mrnobodyelse #funny babes

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faeboylove · 3 months

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The idea of a sugar daddy/pleasure dom who's so deeply obsessed with the idea of pleasing and showing you more affection than you can handle. They're constantly flooding you with gifts— renting a cabin in the woods for a holiday so they can play with you uninterrupted for days on end with no one to hear your screams for miles, being teased for always turning bright red and speechless when overwhelmed by the constant over-the-top gifts, just the idea of overall safety and comfort they bring to you as a pathetic, needy, vulnerable little sub whose only jobs should be looking pretty and getting fucked.

Just imagine. They've been playing your body like a harp, every muscle in you pulled just as tight, not only have you lost track of the number of orgasms you've had so far, you can also no longer identify when you're not coming. Your whole body has been restrained— maybe enough so that you can't even move a single hair, completely at your partner's mercy; maybe a bit of slack to give you the cruel false hope that perhaps if you just squirm and buck under them enough, you'll finally escape this torment; maybe you're not even restrained by the end of the session, your body mindlessly twitching and jerking as they pound into your bruised, overstimulated holes over and over again, no need for rope or handcuffs because your body knows its place, even in this state: because you so desperately want to be a good pet for them.

Finally, in a moment of mercy, your partner stops, calling a quick break, bringing you snacks and drinks to recharge as you're still shaking through the aftershocks of what just happened, soaking wet and ruined. "I got you a gift," you hear from behind you, hands reaching out to clasp something around your neck. They take a while but you remain patient, holding your breath to try and remain as still as possible. When they're done, a beautiful studded collar marks the area of your neck just above a gorgeous golden pendant. "Color?" They ask, and you respond with, "Green—" only to be cut off one word into the sentence by them thrusting back inside you with the deepest angle yet. "That's my prince(ss)," they groan, "gonna make you feel like the most expensive jewel in the world."

God I need this so badly.

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nastyfairysstuff · 3 months

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SUGAR DADDY!GHOST x FEM! READER warnings!! mature language, technical prostitution, mature topics

“ sign the paper. “

your gaze fell down to the paper in front of you. you were both frightened, and excited by the offer being presented to you. “ wait what will i have to do to get... paid? “ your voice was hardly above a whisper, as if you were afraid to speak too loudly. maybe you were, and maybe his overwhelming presence made it hard for the words to escape your throat in anything but a low tone.

ghost sighed, leaning back in his seat. he was beginning to grow a bit annoyed by your hesitance. all he wanted to do was provide you with any and everything you could ever want, so why were you not jumping in joy at the offer? he just couldn’t quite understand you. then again, he couldn’t even understand himself.

“ i’ve already told you, and it is stated there, “ he pointed a finger at the paragraph that supposedly explained what you’d do in order to be paid, “ are you sure you read the entire thing, love? “

your leg bounced, and your teeth nibbled at your bottom lip, all things that told him just how nervous you were about this. for a second he considered the possibility that he was rushing you into this. but once that second of consideration was over, he knew just how beneficial it would be for you.

all of the things he’d be able to give you that’ll have you living lavish for the rest of your life. money, a home, a lover who could give you all the love and care you could ever want, what else do you want? what else could you possibly need?

blush dusted your cheeks, he talked to you as if you were going to break if he was too rough. you definitely would start crying if he was to raise his voice. you picked up the black pen with shaky hands and signed your name―︎in your prettiest handwriting―︎across the previously blank line at the bottom of the paper. you felt like you were signing your life away, which you probably were, but money is money and he is an attractive man.

an attractive man that wants you, out of all the models or women who work for him that he could’ve chosen for this, he chose the clumsy woman who spilled coffee across his expensive suit one sunday morning. ever since then, simon has been very keen on having you his property. now your signature is on a paper that he’s positive you didn’t read, if you had read the paper, you wouldn’t have signed it.

but now you belong to simon riley, and that’s a death sentence that’ll be very unbearable.

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junnies-june · 5 months

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