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anantaru · 6 months

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DAY 17 — VIRGINITY LOSS

kinktober 2023. — masterlist | ao3

𖧡 — including — neuvillette, heizou, wriothesley

𖧡 — warnings — fem! reader, first time, virgin! reader, taking your v card, soft & passionate, pussy drunk genshin men

𖧡 — NEUVILLETTE

neuvillette was always tender-hearted and caring with you— nonetheless, this specific night, he was burning up through his entire nervous system— only a minimal glance of your body was able to drag him into such brimming state with sweat spouting down his back while only inches away from feeling your skin on his hands— just the whisper of your soft words scurrying at the head of his sinful imaginations.

at the present moment in time, there were no thoughts other than doing this correctly, no focus other than the one centered on your angelic frame— a crucial need, as much as air and water, sewed up within the pain of anticipation simmering over his psyche.

you can feel how his fingers silently curve over the flesh of your thighs before he inches you closer to his bare body, "voice any discomfort to me—," he pauses before coughing out, barely breathing as his heart thuds hard against his chest from how tight your legs were wrapped around his hips, "—immediately."

you nod in compliance, and you rest your head against his broad shoulder before feeling neuvillette's complete weight shift, soon after caging you beneath him as he towers on top with a new perception prodding at your wet core, his cock gently resting between your silken pussy lips— it's unique to any other feeling you have ever experienced before and your thighs instantly clamp around his hips harder, your ragged breathing tottering over his neck and shoulder.

you try to relax yourself, letting your hips fall into the mattress before suddenly trembling at an increasing pressure on your cunt— you hear a whimper as neuvillette rests his forehead on yours, holding his gaze on your eyes, the force of the increasing press precise and cautious as your hole parts around the intrusion.

it seems to be everywhere, all at once trapping your body and you suddenly feel so hot inside, then cold, then hot again, the way it manifested so quickly in you like a spumming inferno that imprisoned your body before your mind floats in the air, above clouds— again, it's hot and cold, hot and cold, the pressure in your lower area penetrant and heavy, and you're becoming dizzy by just focusing on how his shaft was stretching you out as neuvillette fills your cunt to the hilt.

neuvillette notices an immediate reaction from his elevated senses, in the way a strong current of oversensitivity stung along his thick, sheathed shaft like a bee stinging their victims— nullifying his pace as his hips stutter before coming to a hold, reveling himself into the warm hug of a wet, gushing pussy enveloping him.

it's just too much right now, for the both of you— or how your body was beginning to smell just like him, your pussy shaping over his length and casted all around it— as if the both of you, had claimed each other entirely.

𖧡 — HEIZOU

"squeeze my hand if it's too much or uncomfortable,"

regardless of heizou's confident and soothing sentences towards you, before smirking down and giving you the feeling that he had it all figured out a long time ago— was in reality, a helpless attempt to hide his genuine panic deafening his inner spirit, and even though the detective believed he did a good job at concealing it from you, the way he'd awkwardly scrunch his brows together or stumble over his own words aired his self parading nervousness spotless for you to see.

despite that, it's a heavenly sight to have you splayed underneath him, bare and exposed— untouched, so hot that it has you clench around his waist as he first slips himself in, his cock immediately showering your warm walls with love. your heart was racing and so was his, yet it was impressive, his self control, slowly pushing in and out of your little hole and leaning his head down to plant a soft, tender kiss on your lips.

"you're so beautiful," heizou praises as you part your lips, "you're mine," and wait for heizou to slip his eager tongue deep into the warm cavern of your mouth, your mind lost in a swirl of senselessness by his gradually fastening thrusts and the mild pain accompanying them— yet such, didn't matter in this moment, because your thoughts travelled up the soul-deep river over emotions unlocking deep inside that bonded your bodies in a new sense of awareness.

𖧡 — WRIOTHESLEY

watching you smile filled wriothesley with a love he never thought he was capable of feeling— and it's warm, as he believed love should always be perceived as, with your bodies moving unitedly, ugh, archons, he was obsessed with this intoxicating feeling.

“f-fuck, fuck, princess, fuck," he stumbles over his wet trembles, his mouth parted and forehead bedding a film of sweat as wriothesley persistently grinds into your sensitivity, his voice raspier than usual and for once he wasn't cracking occasional jokes, instead he hold your gaze forevermore, groaning out a shaky heave as you mewl out from the deep-rooted press on your core— it's a little uncomfortable you won't lie, and wriothesley being above average wasn't aiding you in that particular battle.

despite that you welcome him completely, no matter the circumstances you keep your legs pressed around his thighs when he tirelessly embeds himself so far inside your cunt that you're nothing but a babbling mess, hardly capable to breathe nor voice your pleasure due to the lingering compression on your slit being penetrated for the first time by a large, thick length, so perfectly shaped and harboring a soft pink on the bulbous tip.

he didn't believe he'd ever become so devoted towards another human being and utterly revel inside pleasing you for the first time, through your body and your soul and ugh— that you wanted him to be your first and no one else, how such reason alone was growing the addiction inside of him, his hips grinding inside your warm hole as his lower abs constrict at the pleasure.

wriothesley licks into your mouth in desperation, and each moment he pulls his hips back only to slip inside again, it’s so much better and it seemed like there wasn't a chance for it to subside, the sensation was growing between both your bodies rubbing over each other, his hips twitching with the sudden thud of vibrations due to your creamy walls clamping down on him.

your soft frame squeezes underneath his rough one, hot walls and wet taste, your slit gripping him just the right way and swallowing him till overcrowded with his heavy length, stimulating the veins sloped over his shaft like you were made to do this with him and only him.

truly, there was no comparison to this, nothing would make him get bored of doing this with you.

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yanderenightmare · 7 months

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Deku - Midoriya Izuku

TW: NSFW, dubcon, f!reader, asshole Hero Deku

Just thinking about Deku’s fangirl.

How lucky you felt when he took you home after you’d asked for his autograph in a bar – thinking about the expectations you had, how many times you’d imagined Hero Deku singing sweet praises in your ear as he made sweet love to you oh-so-softly – and thinking about how hard you choked on your spit when you understood just how far away those fantasies were from the truth as he fucks you like you’re shooting a hardcore porn-video.

His hand presses down hard on your face, mushing your head halfway into the white hotel pillow while his other hand fists the band of your skirt to keep you up in a pretty slope as he pounds your puffy cunt only in harsh slaps – hips clapping your ass as he uses your skirt to pull you back to meet the sharp thrusts as though you’re but a means to an end to make him cum.

Oh, but you’d been Deku’s number-one fan for years, and you’d been so giddy and excited as he’d paid for the hotel in the reception, feeling so lucky and honored, unable to fathom how any of it was even happening. Biting your lip with shy eyes blinking sheepishly, thinking of how sweet and gentle he would be in bed – so, so, so surprised when he had you pushed flat against the elevator wall with two of his fingers hooked on your tongue to make you yelp out a moan while his other hand found your cunt and squeezed the mound as though staking a claim.

You don’t really enjoy it when it’s rough – it scares you, to say the least – but this is the number-one hero, and you’re not so confident to protest when you feel you should be grateful that he’s at all touching you – even though it feels like he’s running your stomach through.

Looking over your shoulder, you can spot tattoos you’ve never seen on screen, the tribal kind that you’d expect to see only on gang members and otherwise other types of bad guys you’d not want touching you at all. He’s also wearing chains, the slim silver kind douchebags wear and compare. He’s even got fat rings on his fingers, digging into your skin where he pressures down on your face with his thumb hooked in your cheek to keep you singing mewls for him while he swings into you from behind harder and harder each time – grinning when watching how you grip the sheets in whitened knuckles as your whole body jumps on every impact.

He tips you over after a while, but missionary had never felt so threatening as he immediately locks your throat in a fist – his lips ghosting your parted ones with grunts and hot air, green eyes salaciously enjoying the show of you gasping for breath as he fucks the moans right out of you in harsh and deep strokes hitting you in new and tender places – forcing your toes to curl in the air, thighs hiked on his hips.

His other hand holds the top of your head, blunt nails push smilies into your scalp – and it all just smothers you enough to make you cry as his lips and teeth graze your cheek with a leer. “I like my sluts like this- submissive. Taking it like happy little whores in love with getting dick in their wet cunt.”

It’s not the type of sweet talk you wanted, but still, his low and gravely grunting voice forms a fist in your belly and makes you tighten on the fat shaft that has you speared. He groans at the tightness, biting your cheek as his hips stutter, shooting his load inside you without warning.

You’re in shock. Feeling the sweat between your bodies and the warmth of it inside you. You can only stare blankly up at the hotel ceiling fan and halfway wonder why you’d not thought better of it when he’d booked you into such a cheap and sleazy place.

You hear the popping of the Sharpie, but it doesn’t register. Nor does how he pushes the felt tip of it down in the softness of your tit. He scribbles something – cap held between his lips and teeth as he asks, “Wha’ was’h your name again?”

You mumble it dumbly without asking yourself why as he writes the letters on your skin. You don’t flinch when he pulls his phone from the nightstand and takes a picture with the flash on.

He doesn’t stay for long.

Actually, he doesn't stay at all. He doesn’t even shower before pulling his pants on and leaving with his shirt draped over his shoulder.

You look in the mirror after willing yourself to get up.

Your chest reads Deku, number 47, then your name.

tip-jar: Kofi

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jazzsonly · 1 month

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ʟᴏɴᴅᴏɴ.

paring(s): jenna ortega x g!p!reader

warning(s): smut, p in v, unprotected sex, mentions of past break up, mentions of drugs, smoking, drinking, cheating, sex in a bathroom, sex in front of an open window, no pronouns used for reader, uhh that’s it i think(?)

summary: you get invited to jenna’s engagement party a year after your break-up.

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the crisps sound of the cigarette burning crackled as your lips wrapped around it, taking a long drag you let the smoke ease through your nose before you threw the stick to the ground and stepped it on, twisting your heel to put the burn out.

nothing but a flickering street light mixed with the red light of the street light illuminated over you face, as the rain drizzled you stood on the empty sidewalk looking up at the new york apartment building, the white invitation, that you had ripped apart weeks ago, was now tapped together in your hand’s tight hold.

“excuse me?” you let out a faint ‘huh’, turning your head in the voice’s direction.

there stood an unfamiliar man clad in a dark suit.

“are you here for the engagement party? could you tell me which building it is? i’m little the lost.” he ended his words with a slight chuckle to ease the tension, clearly telling the mood you were in.

“yeah. i’m heading up there now, i’ll walk you up.” you offer, finally getting collected enough to even go in, in the first place.

the man smiles, stepping close and you both turn your heads to either side of the road before jogging across it.

1580.

from very fresh memory, you press code to access the apartment building’s front door.

“you live here?”

“nah. i know the person who does.” you offer in a sulking tone.

the man nods his head with his mouth in an ‘o’ shape. “you know jen?”

“how do you know her?”

“oh, uh, my girlfriend and her are really close so i got invited by association. my girlfriend is already here, i’m just running late from work.”

you nod, uninterested.

“how do you know jen?”

“who’s your girlfriend?” you ignore his question as you step into the elevator.

“emma. you don’t like answering questions do you?”

“jen and i used to date.” you shrug off pressing the number 4.

a face of realization came over the man, “you’re y/n?”

“and you are?” this elevator couldn’t be moving any slower.

“john.”

silence had fell over you two as the shaft came to a stop, you both stepped out at the same time, coming face to face with your’ destination.

music and chatter could be heard through the door that held a sign that read, ‘just come on in.’

“well, cheers. thanks for walking me up.” john offers a smile before disappearing into the direction of the kitchen.

you stay planted by the front door, scanning the place, there were a number of faces you recognized. co—stars of jenna and mutual friends of yours.

as you looked over the familiar apartment your eyes caught the big sign that hung from the ceiling, ‘congratulations to jenna and ari!’ in a fancy golden fond with glitter around it.

i need a drink. the thought waved over you and immediately your feet moved to towards the kitchen as did john.

to your good fortune the kitchen was empty.

scanning over the choices of refreshments, you skipped over the soda and water, going right the alcohol where you would find patron to occupy your grievances.

“y/n? hey!”

a mouthed ‘fuck’ followed with the roll of your eyes before you turn to face jenna’s co—star and your mutual friend, mason.

“hey, mas! long time no see.” you face excited as you let the man pull you into a ‘bro’ hug.

“i know, it’s been like a month since we last linked up.”

you nod, taking a big sip from the red solo cup. “ah, you know, busy, busy, busy.”

you catch the way he nods his head awkward, knowing you’d barely talked to any of the friends you shared with jenna since the split.

“you working on anything new?”

“yeah, i just booked this dc movie. i start directing in a few weeks.”

“that’s great! i’m glad to see you here...”

you wanted to crawl into a hole in die.

“it’s good you and jenna are on good terms after everything. you two create magic together, romantic or not.” he reaches and pants your shoulder in support.

“but i gotta get back to dylan and ethan, you should come say hi later, yeah?”

“sounds like a plan.” a plastic smile flashed from you, immediately dropping when the boy walked away.

safe to say you needed more than just a drink now but a cigarette.

downing what little was left in the cup, you easily made yourself up the stairs that led to the bathroom which held three stalls and an open window, only two girls stood by the mirror doing what seemed to be gossiping. you flash a smile, making your way over to the window where you lit another malboro.

i can’t believe she’s getting married.

all your thoughts seemed to be consumed with the same six words. to be truthful, it was justified because how you could you come to terms with your ex-girlfriend of six years, that you were very much not over getting married just as year after your split.

a deep inhale consumes you as you thoughts wash over you, your eyes counting the city view.

where did it all go wrong?

“you showed up.”

your eyes flutter at the voice, immediately you hit the cigarette.

jenna.

“of course i made it. wouldn’t wanna miss your big day.” you turn, you body language filled with as much sarcasm as your voice.

you take in her body, she looked the same if not better a year later. well, better than the pictures you found while instagram and media stalking her.

“you could’ve said hi, you know? but knowing you, you probably would’ve disappeared after your cigarette.” she gestures to the stick that sat between your pointer and middle.

your head tilts as you smirk a smile, eyes going to the stick and back to jen. “join me?”

wordlessly the woman steps forward, her eyes never leaving yours she attempts to grab the cigarette but swiftly, you pull back, nodding your head ‘no’ before bringing your hand up to her lips, letting her inhale.

“you been standing in the rain? you’re all wet.”

looking back out the window, “i was contemplating if i even wanted to come in or not. let my sorrow consume me far away from you or right in front of you.”

“always been a battle of yours, huh?”

wordlessly, you reach forward, throwing the lit object from the window.

“when did you meet your finance?” you inquire, a small smirk coming over your face to which jenna rolls her eyes at.

“6–8 months after we split.”

you scoff, “you move on quick, and i think you mean after you left. we didn’t split. you made that choice.”

she squints, stopping to study you for a moment.

“i didn’t leave. the relationship was toxic and you knew it. you knew then, and you know it now but your pride would let you accept it.”

“just because we were in love doesn’t mean we were right for each other, y/n.”

dramatically you throw your hands up, letting them harshly fall back down to your side.

“so, what? we argued? who doesn’t? that doesn’t mean our relationship was this big tumultuous thing, jenna!”

“look at us, we’re not even together, i’m engaged and somehow we are still arguing. we should’ve never gotten together, i should’ve never mixed business with pleasure.”

it was true, you and jenna started off as co-workers.

you, being a quite known director had landed one of the many positions on ‘wednesday’, a job you’d had been quite a fan of considering you’d previously had a hugeee crush on jenna as she rose to ‘it girl’ status in the film world.

not to mention, ‘addams family’ was one of your favs growing up.

essentially, after the first two to three weeks of filming you and jenna really started to form a closeness. you’d started a traditions where at least one person on set gets pranked every wednesday and jenna, being who she was, just loved this.

wanting to get in on the pranking action, she sparked up conversation with you which formed into you visiting her trailer to plan your next to prank, which then turned into you asking her out.

from there, your relationship spouted.

at the start you guys held a pretty content relationship with each other, bickering placed between you two at times but nothing too serious to break up—well, until your first real argument a year in.

you had gotten another job after the first season of wednesday aired, directing for marvel’s new show ‘hawkeye.’

normally after the first day of filming is done, the cast goes out to a dinner to celebrate, unfortunately for everyone paparazzi got a tip of one of the stars of the show, haliee steinfeld, was out to dinner so of course they showed up. in the mix of every thing a few pics of you and haliee were snapped, which caused dating rumors.

let’s just say, when you got home jenna was not happy with you. the situation even causing you two to split up, for a week, but still it was a split up.

over all, your and jenna weren’t ones to agree on the bigger things which caused you ‘break up’ in the long term of your six year relationship and somewhere along the lines it became too much for the young actress as she already had enough to stress over with fame so she called it quits, leaving you to self-destruct with drinking, smoking, drugs, and partying.

in the mix of your wicked lonesome you’d always thought somewhere, somehow you and jenna would end up on the same street at the same time but just a month ago did you receive an invitation to her engagement party.

“if you feel that way, why’d you even invite me? i believe one of the last things you said to me was about how you never wanted to see me again.”

she leans back like she’s shocked by your words.

“our relationship might have been a mess but we spent six years together, i learned a lot from you and us in those six years. you’ll always be special to me, y/n, that’s why i want you here.”

“six years gone is just a couple of months.” you grit, turning to walk away in a haste but failing as the woman grabs to your wrist.

she pulls you toward her, a little to close if you ask anyone else, especially her fiancé.

“don’t walk away from me, y/n! i know it hurts but can you just be here for me? can you just be happy for me?”

“do you even love her?”

“of course i do, i wouldn’t marry someone i didn’t love.” her hand was still firmly around your wrist.

“ok, so,” a bitter chuckle falls from your lips. “are you in love with her?”

you could see jenna’s tongue roll around in her mouth in distaste as she turned her head to the side and back up to you.

“why are you asking me all this? all i did was ask you to be here for me.”

again, you let a bitter chuckle slip past your lips. “you’re not even in love with the girl and you’re gonna marry her.”

“i never said tha—”

“you didn’t have to. i know you, jenna—i mean, come on we dated for six years, you’re gonna have to do better at lying than thi—”

“i’m not lying!” she defended, finally pulling her touch away.

“yes you are.” you couldn’t be more amused in this moment than you had the past year.

“you know what, i’m not doing this. don’t stay. i don’t care.”

this time jenna is the one to try to walk away but you grip her wrist the same she had done yours, pulling her back to you but this time even closer, your bodies together.

“kiss me.” it came out softer than you intended, almost like a whisper but raspy and firm.

“i—i can’t. i can’t do this with you.” she attempts to pull away but your arms wrap around her waist, keeping her in place.

you lean down, only getting the chance to brush your lips over her’s as she quickly turns her head to the side, fighting any and all temptation.

wordlessly, you let your lips connect with her cheek and gracefully move down to her jaw before lifting your head to stare back to the woman you were so familiarly enamored with.

“jenna, kiss me.” you grip the sides of her face, pulling her in, to which she definitely no longer fought from by the way she kissed you back, seemingly even more in need of it than you.

you could taste the cigarette from each other’s lips, her breath mixed with cherry and your’s with the drink you had, had earlier.

mindless thoughts flew through your head in the moment, your body so heated with final desire it melted to the inside of you. while, jenna’s filled with so many thoughts she could probably explode from them in this moment.

she knew she shouldn’t be doing this and not just because she were with someone else but because your relationship would bring nothing but chaos of heartache, but damn she loved you.

she were in love with you, even after all this time. even after being with someone else, let alone engaged to them.

nothing compared to then taste of your lips that were firmly, but sloppily moving against her’s with haste in these very seconds. or the way your hands traveled across her, up from her waist down to her ass, which you gripped harshly in a wanting manner.

alone in the bathroom, only your pants of eager desire could be heard. shamelessly all over each other, just inches from the big open window for the world to see.

quickly but surely, you flip jenna’s body, her hands immediately holding onto to that window as you hike her black dress up before impatiently undoing the strings on your sweatpants that you let drop to your ankles, along with your boxers.

you harden cock sprung free, hollowly brushing against her ass.

“i missed you so much.” you wish in her ear before kissing it.

“arch a little more for me.” your tone was soft spoken with desire.

with your left hand pressed against her lower back you use your right to align yourself before slowly sliding in, letting a groan fall from your lips and your head throw back. you couldn’t believe what was happening after such a long time.

neither could jenna believe her actions but as tempting as you were it was bound to happen. her head pressed against the window as her eyes closed in fancy, mouth firmly open with pretty moans to fall from them.

your hands gripped her waist, fingers digging into her sides as your hips move in a back and forth motion, going in and out of her while your eyes watched the sight in awe.

“tell me you love me.” you demand.

“i love you.” she easily complies.

“again.”

“i love you.”

“again.”

“i love you.”

“fuckkkkk.” you draw out, moving with more pace.

“i love you too.” you words were as just as much fire to jenna as her’s were to you.

you enflamed her in way you were half clueless to but could definitely feel by the way she pushed back trying to get you impossibly deeper and closer.

“fuck, baby. if you keep doing that i’m gonna cum.” your head flies back in pleasure.

gaining a smidge of strength in the mix of your motions, jenna pushes off the window into you.

“i’m gonna cum too. i wanna cum with you.”

“keep going.” you utter, moving impossibly faster as you feel the build up in your body set to release, assuming jenna felt the same by the way she clenches around you.

“kiss me, kiss me.” you order, leaning down to meet the girl’s lips.

you moved your motions a few more times before feeling jenna’s juices gush over you.

you followed shortly behind, letting everything go inside of her.

there was moments of silence before jenna was the one to pull away from your embrace, fixing her now soaked underwear and pulling down her dress.

a content smirk filled your face as you collected yourself.

“you—”

“jen? jenna?” any cocky remark you had to say was put on hold by what seemed to be jasmin’s voice, a co—star of jenna’s and good friend of the both of you.

as the woman came through the door, she paused, eyeing the distraught state between the both of you.

“ari is about to do the toast, hurry out.” was all she could manage before exiting the same way she had came.

this would definitely be the topic of discussion later. jenna thought as she moved over to the mirror to check her semi-messed up makeup.

“i’ll be on my way out. come over later when you’re done breaking the news to ari.”

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yanderestarangel · 6 months

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do you think you could write some soft sex w/ johnny cage? like winding down after a long day, something soft n sensual n sweet?

TW:soft sex, praise kink, afab anatomy, pussy talk, smut, nsfw, soft!dom johnny cage, pet names, porn plot, creampie, no pronouns used other than "you", v!sex.

Johnny’s kisses to your cheek send shivers of pleasure down your spine as he positions himself behind you, his hands gently caressing your body - He lightly slaps your wet pussy, eliciting a sigh of pleasure from your lips - he positions you on the soft king size bed, your ass and pussy facing him, angled towards him. He places a pillow under your belly, providing support and elevating your hips, allowing you to get comfortable, hugging the sheets and soft pillow as support for your body, while Johnny guides his thick cock into your wet pussy. His movements are slow and gentle, conveying a softness and tenderness that contrasts with his usual dominance.

When he enters you, filling every inch, a soft moan escapes his lips. The feeling of him stretching you, his thick cock in your wet hole is overwhelming.

"-You feel so good. So tight and hot. I could stay like this forever, just buried deep inside you." Johnny breathes, his voice a whisper in your ear.

He sets a smooth, unhurried pace, his thrusts deep and deliberate, each one sending sparks of pleasure throughout your body. He holds you close, your fingers intertwined with his, like he never wants to let you go. Johnny’s lips curve into a tender smile as he looks at you, his hand tenderly caressing your cheek. He moves slowly, enjoying every moment as he moves behind you, his cock brushing against your wet folds.

"-I love the way you writhe around my cock, the way you give yourself to me so completely. You're mine, baby, all mine." The room is filled with only the sound of their moans mixed together, the beat of their hearts in sync. With each thrust, Johnny slides deeper, hitting all the right spots, sending waves of pleasure through his body. He notices your ecstatic expression, his own pleasure reflected in your eyes.

"-You're so good, so perfect... you're mine and I'll take care of you, always... I just... F-Fuck I- I love you, baby." As your bodies move together, a feeling of intimacy and connection envelops you both. Your pleasure intertwines, his thick shaft fills you completely, hitting the head of his cock repeatedly on your cervix, making you moan his name against the pillow. "-You are my everything. Just relax and enjoy, my precious..."

The outside world disappears, you feel tears pour into your eyes from so much pleasure, your pussy milks Johnny's shaft, he notices your face and expression of desire, the grip on his cock from your wetness makes the older man moan hoarsely, taking one of his hands was on your ass and the other was used to support him on the bed.

"-Shh... do you want to come baby? You're so beautiful, taking all my cock in that little pussy of yours... Fuck kitten... No one can satisfy me like you." His cock continues slamming into your pussy, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his body. The pressure builds inside you, a tight coil ready to come undone. Cage moaned loudly, accelerating even more, as he saw the ripples of your ass with each thrust he gave your cunt.

"-You are everything to me, always remember that, you are the love of my life and you will always be..." Driven by his words and the intense sensations that grow inside you, you reach the peak of pleasure, your orgasm washes over you, waves of ecstasy coursing through your body as you squeeze Johnny's cock, milking him desperately, moaning his name loudly, echoing off the walls.

As you come down from the intense euphoria, Johnny releases his own load, his hot cum filling you as he grunts with satisfaction - He remains buried deep inside you for a few more moments, soon his member softens, pulling out of you as Johnny watches your pussy spills his pearly seed, dirtying the sheets. Johnny's fingers trace lazy patterns along your skin, his touch full of gentleness and love as he presses a kiss to your back, whispering against your skin.

"-Sleep now my angel. You're safe with me."

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

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bunicate · 7 months

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⋆⁺₊❅⋆ 𐙚 ₊˚𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒉 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒉 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒉 . al haitham x fem reader

warnings ꒱ྀི blowjob. kaveh is hinted to have a crush on you :c / wc ꒱ 1.5k / 18+

a string of expletives tumbles from the back of his throat, followed by a deep groan akin to a growl.

there’s a slight pain wracking through his body from his fingernails biting into the hardwood desk — as well as the jagged edge that pokes his back, but he remains still. if he moved even an inch, he’d lose focus.

al haitham felt as if celestia was within his reach, like he could part the clouds himself if he wished. the pleasure elevated him past his ever-thinning threshold of patience— so much that he’s almost able to ignore the week he’s had as the acting grand sage.

his new title, temporary but nonetheless, his responsibility, and just like that al haitham has to come back down to earth, just for a little.

though his head runs in circles, he has to ground himself. he has to remember where he is, who he is, and that he cannot let his guard down completely.

after all, it's vastly inappropriate to have his girlfriend on her knees and give in to the blinding warmth generated by the stickiness of her tongue.

but the slow lift and come down of your mouth, each suck pulling him closer to the imaginary edge, made it too simple to drift off far away in the back of his thoughts.

his balls are warm and plump waiting to be emptied, and when you involuntarily swallow when they tap your chin, al haitham has a full body shudder. his abdomen is tight and tense, preparing for the sudden flash of heat and pleasure that would soon engulf him.

he’s just a corner away from pumping your throat with his load. just a few more deep and sloppy thrusts of his hips until the chase was over, and then maybe he could get through the rest of the day in higher hopes.

but of course, like the easily distracted creature you are, you unceremoniously paused in the midst of your ministrations. you suckle around him for a brief second and look up in curiosity.

his hips jerk, trying to find purchase in the back of your throat once more, but you remove that sweet little mouth from his cock.

an audible and wet shlick as you depart from his member, and his dick bobs up and down, spit leaking from his pink head.

it takes a moment for al haitham to catch himself.

“what is it ?”

he looks down and sees your glittery eyes and a string of spit hanging from your mouth that he can’t ignore—runny drops of his semen dangle from your bottom lip. your dark lashes and eyes big and innocent as a hare could almost dissipate his slight frustration, but your precious fucking face makes him harder. now he misses the warmth of your mouth even more.

“haithy, don’t we have a reservation for heaven’s night ? what time is it?” you trail off, eyes searching for the grandfather clock tucked in the corner of the wall.

you squint. half past 4. you gasp.

“oh no, kaveh is gonna be so upset. he doesn’t like it when we’re late.” you shift to rest your bottom on your heels and al haitham sighs.

it’s hard to think when his aching cock was in front of your face, but at the mention of his roommate's name, he grimaces.

“we have time,” he says coolly, “and kaveh is always aggravated no matter what.”

he rubs your cheek before dragging his hand to the back of your head. licking his lips, he gently pushes you toward his groin. the pants of air on his cock make it twitch from the warm breeze. his eyes twinkle once more at the sight of your plump lips ready to enclose around his shaft. . . until you pull away. again.

“aww. . don’t be mean, haithy. I wouldn’t say that he’s aggravated. I actually find him to be more passionate if anything .”

he huffs.

al haitham wants you to, just this once, stop talking, but you don’t seem to understand his plight despite it being right in front of you.

throbbing.

and wet.

your mouth moves, but he’s barely listening and still you keep going, rambling about kaveh. all he could think about was using your mouth for something else.

he had to interject. if he didn’t, he’s more than certain you’d keep going, and he couldn’t have that when you robbed him of his orgasm.

he motions to speak, hoping it will end your little chatters.

“there’s a thin line between passion and aggression, and he crosses it. every time,” he punctuates.

“and kaveh is infatuated with you. he just wants to go out to dinner with us so he can delude himself into thinking he’s on a date with you, while he just ignores me the entire time.”

you make a sudden squeal and open your mouth to protest such a claim, but he cuts you off before you even start.

“and I don't care what kaveh thinks. you're my girlfriend, yeah? so stop talking about him.”

your lips stretch into a pout at his bluntness, and your cheeks flare up. the whirs in your brain twist and clank and you feel . . . embarrassed all of a sudden.

infatuation?

such a strong word, and yet al haitham didn’t seem bothered by that revelation. slightly contemptuous, sure, but not at all upset.

“ w-what do you mean? he’s not infatuated—“ you stutter, and you whisper the last word in utter disbelief but your boyfriend only reaches for you.

“shhh.” he places a steady palm on your head to urge you closer. molded together like a puzzle piece, you melt into his touch— your fussiness already a thing of the past.

you open your mouth obediently. your tongue twirls around before flipping out, waiting for him.

“uh-huh. just like that.”

he grabs his cock and strokes it, rotating his hand around the tip with a tight grip. he’s getting off to your dazed and erotic expression, squeezing just under the head. all he needs to do is bring his hips a little forward. more cum beads, a transparent white, and he wants to see dance on your tongue.

he slowly inches to your awaiting mouth until —

"wait . . .” you whine.

al haitham lets out a long exhale, cursing silently. his eyes sharpen and the grip on your head tightens, gently pulling on loose strands of your hair that slipped out of your ponytail

"what is it now, my love?"

such a delicate choice of praise, but you can feel the frustration through his fingertips

you giggle at his clear agitation.

"im sorry for being so annoying and. . . i love you.”

it’s not like you meant to be such a bother, but you can’t help that your brain just wanders and your mouth just babbles. but it’s what he liked the most about you. a mind with boundless thoughts and imagination. there’s just something about an innocent curiosity untainted by the ruins of the world that he found so alluring.

al haitham dryly chuckles and the corner of his lips upturned into a smirk

“never apologize.”

he traces the outline of your lips with his thumb before pressing on it. “and I love you too.”

you give him a wide and sweet smile and just as you acknowledge his affirmation, your mouth is already pressed against his pelvis, his cock lodged inside your throat.

he humps your mouth—fucks it like he’s using your cunt. your cute and choked gags around him send him into a frenzy. his arm bulges with lean muscle as he drags your head up and down his thick cock like you were a little dolly. your eyes cross at the display of dominance.

"you're cute like this, you know. “the wetness from his thrusts are nearly deafening. “—with my cock in your mouth.”

his hand strokes your throat, caressing his bulging shaft from the outside as if to say, ‘feel that?’. It's obscene, he’s obscene, and it renders you into nothing but a frilly pliant mess.

“as much as I love hearing you speak, I like it when you listen too.”

in between your thighs are sticky as he uses you to his own completion. his tip hits the back of your throat and you were sure you’d feel it tomorrow . “— your mouth — looks so small on my cock.”

he’s enamored by the view. your hands lay flat on your lap and feet tucked under your butt.

audible sounds of his flesh sliding over your tongue, caressing thin veins and folds of skin fill the office. he rubs your scalp, and you moan, sending vibrations through his body.

“stay still for me.”

and you do. you know that’s going to occur. a rush of anxiety came down knowing it was only a matter of seconds before his release.

you straighten your posture and do your best to not move. the scribe’s bottom half twitches against your mouth, and you welcome the thick spurts that warm your throat. you gulp down his cum like it was a sugary milky treat, tasting every drop and a surge of arousal rushes through you.

nose mushed against his tummy, you look up and meet his needy stare. you can smell his scent — sweaty mixed with a vanilla amber, and his eyes flicker between yours and the mouth that swallowed his entire cock. the tension is palpable as he stares at you with a hungry desire that even surprises you.

and as for your reward, he pats your head.

“good pup.”

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prettyprettypaci2 · 2 months

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Drool - Part 2

💊 Part 1 💊

"Well someone has ants in their pants! Are you excited to have a room all to yourself?"

Your jaw would drop if it weren't already anchored open by the giant pink pacifier bobbing stupidly in your mouth. You try to catch your breath, but it isn't a simple task. The only way you can comfortably inhale is to gum the firm, rubbery shaft in a regular rhythm, suckling like a lamb as you breathe through your nose in soft, short bursts. The metronome of your squeaking and puffing is interrupted only by sporadic, thunderous slurps, when your full mouth is no longer able to accomodate the ocean of spit spilling out from under your flattened tongue. Any saliva you're unable to swallow bubbles out from behind the shield of the pacifier in a geyser of slimy drool. It glazes your cheeks and chin before draining pitifully onto the front of the tight, cloth bib wrapped around your neck.

And yet, despite the bizarre predicament you find yourself in -- uselessly pawing at your thin paper hospital gown in a pair of pink mitten restraints -- the sight of this bedroom plunges you further into the depths of astonishment.

The pastel purple accent wall is dominated by a life-sized mural of a bashful unicorn, which trots gaily along a rainbow road. A small dresser stands in the opposite corner, painted in the same cream-white and pink trim as the heavy fiberglass guardrails of the hospital-style bed. The large flatscreen television suspended from a high wall is already turned on: a cartoon bunny wearing shortalls stares down at you, singing hypnotically about his favorite letters of the alphabet. The entrance to the small bathroom -- tiled in bubblegum pink -- has no door, and is fully visible from the hallway when the room's privacy curtain is drawn open.

"Nnnngggh eehn ahhee nnggh?" You gurgle in confusion to Nurse Molly, tickling your nose with the spit bubbles that froth up behind the shield of your pacifier. This can't possibly be the room they assigned for you! What is going on here? Unable to bite your lip or scratch yourself to ease your anxiety, you stomp and shuffle awkwardly in the pink jelly sandals you had been given to wear with the matching hospital gown. You use the round, squishy toe of your right shoe to play with the jelly strap of your left, lightly skinning the back of your ankle in the process.

"Sorry, honey," Nurse Molly replies with a dismissive smile. "It'll be tough for us to have a chat during your oral treatments. Before we get you settled in, we need to do something about your fidgeting; you're going to trip and hurt yourself dancing around like that."

Nurse Molly reaches into the pocket of her pink scrubs before playfully shaking an orange cylinder of pills in front of your dripping face.

"These -- " she rattles the container again, as if teasing you with an enticing treat. " -- are a simple muscle relaxer. While our program is set up to address the root cause of your tics, medication can provide some short-term relief in the early stages of treatment. These pills might make your arms and legs feel a little funny, so it's best if you lie down for an hour or two after taking them, until we find a good dosage."

Nurse Molly walks over to the bed and releases a latch under one of the fiberglass guardrails. The chunky, solid barriers of poured white plastic fold down, granting you ingress to the elevated mattress.

You hesitate, feeling the gentle rain of spittle on your chin as you once again behold the giant unicorn on the wall. Everything about this situation feels wrong, and yet Nurse Molly's impassive assurances are filled with so much promise. You imagine the life you could be living soon: no longer afraid to speak in public, no longer drawing looks of concern from your scratching and biting, no longer annoying your peers with shaking legs or incessant tapping...

In defiance of your gut instinct, you climb up onto the bed. Nurse Molly guides you into a supine position as you struggle to gain purchase with your slippery, balled mittens. Soon, she has you on your back, staring up at the dumb cartoon as you paw nervously at the guardrails.

"Stay right there, honey," Nurse Molly retreats to the pink-tiled bathroom and you hear the sound of running water. When she returns to your side, your eyes flutter in shock. She seems to have found an enormous plastic bottle with a wide rubber nipple cap, and filled it to the brim.

"It's important to take these pills with lots of fluids. The water carries the medicine throughout your body and helps it take action more quickly," Nurse Molly explains with clinical confidence. Your lips tingle as Nurse Molly firmly grips the shield of your pacifier with a finger and thumb, sliding the silicone shaft out along the curve of your tongue like a damp carrot being plucked from the ground. You grimace as you watch a thick, cloudy rope of saliva chase the shaft of the pacifier through the air for several inches, then collapse like a heavy bridge onto the front of your soaked bib.

Despite the humilation, you take a moment to rejoice in the feeling of emptiness in your mouth. Your teeth feel strange as they involuntarily clamp down on your bottom lip -- almost like they had shifted slightly to accomodate the bulging, rubbery guest that had come to join them.

"It's worse than I thought," Nurse Molly coos with concern, holding your drool-coated chin with a gloved hand as she massages the inside of your lower lip with her thumb. "We won't be able to leave you without the oral device for long. Until I can consult with the doctor, we're going to keep it in whenever you're not eating or drinking."

"B-b-but -- " The taste of latex from Nurse Molly's gloved thumb is replaced by the slightly bitter flavor of three large pills, which begin dissolving as she drops them onto your tongue. Your stammering attempt at speech is both literally and figuratively drowned as your doting caretaker tips the plastic bottle upside-down, sliding the rubber cap between your slick, drooly lips.

"Soon, all those squirmies are going to go away," she says breezily, squeezing the bottle so that you're forced to gulp down the fountain of cold water. "You'll feel so relaxed...so calm..."

The minutes tick by slowly as Nurse Molly continues to empty the bottle down your throat. You're cognizant of the cartoon playing on the television, but the sing-song of the character voices seems to melt into the background. Your arms do feel a bit funny...and heavy...like they would struggle to lift their own weight...

By the time the bottle announces its emptiness with a few notes of airy suction, your tongue is lolling lazily in your mouth. You don't feel intoxicated, just...

...flat...and...slow...

You want to say something else before Nurse Molly eases the pacifier back into your pliant mouth, but it feels like it would take too much effort. Once again stuffed full with the bulbous shaft, you barely take notice of the pink leather strap she loops around the back of your head and through two holes in the pacifier's bobbing shield. It's now snugly secured to your suckling lips.

"We can't have it falling out if you decide to take a nap," she grins, taking a moment to wipe your chin with the saturated bib. "I'm going to go check in on some other patients. Why don't you take it easy for a bit?"

Lifting and locking the fiberglass guardrails back into place, Nurse Molly pulls the privacy curtain of your room closed before leaving you alone with the sickly sweet sing-alongs of the cartoon show. You wish she had left you with the remote so you could change the channel, but realize your dumb mittened hands couldn't work the buttons anyway. Your body seems to melt into the mattress as you're forced to listen to the cartoon rabbit's next song.

"Sometimes it's sunny and sometimes it pours!"

The muscle relaxers seem to be hitting even harder. You can barely keep your eyes open.

"When it rains outside, the puppy dog snores!"

You realize with some anxiety that you can't feel your legs anymore. The whole lower half of your body has gone limp.

"Thank you Mr. Cloud, because when we're awake,"

Something feels...warm...

"We'll dance in the puddles you're about to make!"

💊 Part 3 💊

#diaper pee #diaper training #ab dl lifestyle #diaper sissy #ab dl diaper #diaper gal #diapered247 #ab dl mommy #diaper dependent

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bookishdreamer28 · 4 months

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Gojo Satoru x reader (smut, 18+ only, MDNI)

Your mouth trailed wet kisses along the side of his length, while pumping him softly. When you heard him sigh impatiently, you looked up and smirked as you kept teasing him.

"Y-Y/N the elevator will start working again we have to stop" his trembling voice was music to your ears and you paid no mind to his "complaining" as you kept twirling your tongue on his angrily red and swollen tip. He tried to muffle his moans in his hand, but he found himself grabbing a fist of your hair instead, urging you to keep going.

"Ah...this is s-so good" he whimpered and laid his head back on the elevator's wall. You took him in your mouth and started bombing your head up and down, while you made sure your tongue was still licking his tip. You could taste his cum as it was leaking out slowly from his tip and you kept going with the rhythm you knew he loved.

"If we get caught I'm blaming you" he tried to say through his whimpers, but as his body started shaking with pleasure and ecstacy, he felt like he was going to explode. The way you made him feel was incomparable. And as his was lost in his pleasure, you started playing with yourself, feeling getting wet just by the sight of Satoru's furrowed brows and his kissable mouth hanged open, silent moans escaping from it.

The moment he opened his eyes again and looked down at you to see you fingering yourself, he moaned loudly and his length twitched in your mouth.

"My goodness baby you look so pretty when you play with yourself like this" he groaned and he tried to fight the urge of having you spread out for him right now and eat you out like it was the last day on earth. Your mouth felt so good, taking his thick, veiny cock in while your warm tongue was licking everywhere.

"Hey guys are you ok? Don't worry we will fix it soon, just stay patient" a muffled voice said behind the closed door of the elevator, and you looked up at Satoru, expecting him to answer. He hardly could contain his whines as you continued taking him in your sweet mouth.

" y-yes Yes were fi-fuck" he whispered and grabbed your head, his hips jerking forward wanting to reach his high "fine! It's all good" he once again looked down at you, eyes burning with desire.

"Ok great" the man's hurried footsteps faded, indicating that he walked from the elevator door. You sucked Satoru's tip and he whimpered loudly, legs shaking and he tried to hide his flustered face from you.

"Oh look at you" you cooed "Weren't you the one saying that if we don't stay quite we'll get caught?" His cock was now in your head, pumping him faster as his suckable tip leaked more cum. You couldn't contain yourself and you licked it like it was a popsicle. He moaned at your movement and then he gave a hard stare, looking like he wanted to punish you for being so snarky with him.

"Put this mouth on good use sweetheart, cause you're going to make this worst for you after we finish from here" he said breathlessly and his hand reached out to grib your chin as he said "open". You opened and your mouth and he spitted in it, bringing your face closer to his thick shaft once more.

Satoru was very close and as he fisted your hair in his hands, he started moving his hips, making you choke a little. You were closer to your own orgasm too, as you kept fingering yourself, getting lost in the feeling of the pleasure.

He let out a hot moan and shot his load in your warm mouth, as you came from your high too. He pumped his length a few more times and you gladly welcomed every single drop.

Once you swallowed, he gently brought your body in his arms, holding you close and pampering you with kisses.

"You're ok sweetheart?" He pressed a kiss on your forehead and looked at you. You snuggled your head on the crook of his neck and held him tight.

"Hhmm" you hummed, feeling a little lightheaded from the pleasure. Then there was a sudden movement, and the elevator was working again. Once you got, Satoru grabbed you by your waist, bringing you close to him.

"You know I'm not done with you yet right?" He said and made your whole body shiver.

You were in for a long night that's for sure.

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FIRST SMUT POST 🙌 This is the first time I've attempted to write smut, and I can't tell if I'm satisfied with this or not, but I hope you enjoyed either way 🤭

Thanks for reading !!!!

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ggidolsmuts · 8 months

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Move - woo!ah! Nana

Drunk on this undefinable atmosphere

How did you even end up here? You briefly wonder, before Nana pulls you into the hotel room. A glance, that was the spark, then you joined her at the bar. You bought her a drink, then the two of you were sharing one—first by glass, then through each others lips. It was electric, the few seconds between each sip tingling the air.

I let you go

That you did as she excuses herself, but she comes back for you, leading you upstairs. The elevator was warm as you hug Nana close, pinning her against the wall. And now on the bed you let her go once more, and she strips, no, peels off her tight top and jeans, stoking the fire that's infernalizing the room.

You can't get away from me

She doesn't get to take her underwear off as you pull her back to you—you wanted to be the one to do it.

Your hair becomes disheveled, how pretty

Nana's coiffed hair is ruined by your fingers, and it won't be the only thing ruined by your hand tonight. She presses her lips fiercely on yours, working on your shirt and pants. You unclasp her bra and pull it off, toss your own shirt away, and your lips are immediately on her chest, sucking and leaving a mark on a breast. Your hands dive down her bare back, slipping underneath her panties, and Nana moans when you squeeze her.

"Fast!"

The two of you work in tandem to remove your pants and boxers, and showing off her flexibility Nana stays seated on top of you as she slides one leg, then the other, out of her own underwear. The two of you gasp and pause, savoring the feel of her wet heat pressed on your shaft.

Look at me properly, oh yeah

You try your best, and briefly you win the staring contest with Nana, her large round eyes falling shut first, like a progress meter being filled as she sinks deep on to you. You close your eyes soon after, groaning at her tightness as you hold her slim waist. The two of you stop to bask in the pleasure of the other.

"Fuck..." She whines.

Under the dim lighting, we start to move again

The lighting may be dim, but for you it is pitch black, as your eyes stay closed when Nana begins to move. Her hip movements guide your hands up and down, front and back, slowly, sensually. A firm hand on your neck makes you tilt your head back, and you taste Nana's lipstick, tangy and sweet.

Elegant hand movements, subtle glances

Her soft hand is now on your cheek, and you force your eyes open to look at her. Her gaze is needy, and silently she rides you harder, the kiss she takes from you more urgent.

An undescribable feeling, a thrilling desire

Every drop of her hips on you sends a bolt through both of you, and you can't wait for her to lift herself off you, just to do it again, and again.

You got got the rhythm, your moves grip me

Nana indeed has you in her grip, made slicker but tighter after every passing beat of her rhythm. You have a grip on her too—on her waist, on her tits, on her ass, you squeeze her to your hearts content, non-verbal communication of your pleasure to her. You latch your lips to her neck.

Temporarily everything is erased

Nana's mind goes blank, and she gasps when the angle changes slightly—you're rubbing her just right. Her eyes draws you in, and she whispers one word before they gloss over in pleasure.

"More!"

Your bodies move with more purpose, eager to fuck each other perfectly. They move with more force, to ruin each other loudly.

Your delicate makeup runs, discard your beauty

Nana's sweating and drooling, her lipstick smudged, her mascara trickling. But who gives a fuck when she's giving you the best ride of your life? She wipes her drool away, smearing her lipstick on the back of her hand before smearing them over your lips, throwing her arms around your neck.

My shirt might get wrinkled, but it's fine, look at me

Your shirt is wrinkled by Nana's foot digging into it, pushing it into the bed as she struggles for leverage. Her movements are wild now, loud audible claps of her hips into yours as she chases her peak.

"So fucking good!" She cries out loud as your hands find her lower back, helping her push against you even more.

We're perfect like this, so let go and just repeat this, just repeat this

Again and again and again you sheath Nana around you, using what little leverage you have in the position to make that sheathing all the more violent.

"Nngh, nngh... yes, yes, yes fuck!" Nana shouts in climax. You join her shortly as her powerful thighs and silky walls close around your hips and shaft. You seed her belly and she honeys your thighs, and your fluids act as the rain that turns the inferno back into an ember. She runs her fingers through your hair, and you do the same to her—this time you are the one cuffing her neck, demanding a burning kiss from her. You slip out, and the two of you watch the thick stream of white drip on to the bed. Wordlessly she takes you to the bathroom, and the sound of the shower you take together is almost calming, apart from the fact that she palms your length, stroking you back to hardness once the water stops.

Nana turns her back to you, allowing you to admire her lithe figure as she lines herself up and splits her pussy on your cock once more. She moves herself back and forth, and you take the hint to begin thrusting. You pause briefly to gather her long hair together, and gently you tug on it. Nana looks back at you.

"Don't stop."

There's no need for further words.

Just repeat this, just repeat this, just repeat this

A/N: Youtube randomly recommended me Nana's Move performance again from Queendom Puzzle, and it just made me want to try and do a "lyric fic" of Move, which is one of my favorite songs (Taemin is awesome), so here you go. I took some slight liberties with the translation, but yeah it works for the most part, thanks for reading! And thanks youtube I guess lol

#smut #wooah #nana

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hrodvitnon · 29 days

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I once joked about this with a meatspace friend, but with the cyclical nature of SIGNALIS and how - according to Adler - every cycle things change or are removed or added, there's probably a cycle where Elster is forced into a party of Replika survivors and everyone has to deal with some level of canon-typical nonsense on top of Elster being Elster.

The STCR on Level 2 is like "No new orders are coming and I'm sick of sitting on my ass, so fuck it" and won't put up with Elster's lone wolf schtick (and also demands to know what the fuck some random Gestalt (Isa) is doing wandering around the facility, and also why is Elster letting her wander around alone?).

The EULR in the Hospital Wing is understandably terrified of dying alone or becoming corrupted and figures she might be safe with Elster and a Protektor; Storch figures they can use a medic; Elster is distressingly tight-lipped when Eule is like "hey, why do I find you familiar?"

The EULR and STAR in the mines join because leaving them to their fates make me sad and of course the other Eule in the party is like "I have Auto-Injectors and Repair Spray for days! I can fix this!!" The party needs another heavy hitter and both Eules could benefit from the company.

The KLBR in the Library is immediately suspicious of Elster's presence but also wants to get to the bottom of all the Everything that's happening, figuring Elster must have something to do with it. She tries probing Elster's mind precisely once and never does it again after it nearly gives her a seizure. Once she recovers and everyone's like "what the hell happened," Kolibri can't even describe what she saw in Elster's mind because she doesn't know what she saw.

(I just really like this headcanon of mine where Elster becomes a little more other with each cycle, a little more off in addition to tougher every time she dies. Maybe she lets Adler deal the killing blow on her so much on purpose.)

The Eules are forced to adapt quickly and don't find the corrupted Replikas quite so scary anymore; more sad than scary. If anything, they're more comfortable because Elster is scarier.

Imagine everyone's reaction to the elevator shaft full of Elster corpses. "WHY THE FUCK ARE THERE SO MANY OF YOU?" "Don't worry about it." "DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT?!"

#signalis

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konigsblog · 10 months

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Assistant! Reader getting stuck in a tiny elevator with 22 Ghost and 09 Soap..you’re squeezed in between 2 big men, concern building in your chest as the elevator comes to a sudden stop? And your tiny black skirt keeps riding up your thighs, barely any space to pull it down..and all of a sudden you feel hands on your body, squeezing at your ass and thighs, groping at your tits..hands skimming dangerously close to your cunt, but if you try to move away you’ll just squeeze yourself tighter to the broad man in the skull mask in front of you..

you're being sqaushed between two looming and burly men, their chests pressed against your body, your skimpy and short black shirt riding up your thighs, attempting to pull it down to no avail :( you didn't expect a pair of hands to tug on your skirt, hiking it up and groping at your fleshy ass, another pair of hands gripping at your jaw, sloppily making out with you.

you're whimpering and whining into the kiss, sucking on his tongue while simon takes his aching cock out, degrading you for being a tease although you weren't doing anything !! :((( “feels like you're pushin' that ass right up against me, fuck-.. look at you, doll..” your hands grasp at johnny's shoulders, tightening as ghost slides into your tight hole.

his broad and plush hips smacking against your tight ass, pushing you against his soap's chest, his own thick length drooling inside his boxers - suddenly a few sizes too small. being lifted onto johnny's arms, simon taking your asshole while soap drills his thick meaty cock into your pussy, juices flowing on their shafts and coating them in a thin sheen.

they make you squirt so many times :(( filling you with their potent and thick semen, spurting into your tightness and coating your thighs in slick and cum. taking turns of all your holes; the taste of their salty yet bitter fluids lingering in their mouth, the scent of nicotine and tobacco lingering from soap's mouth, the elevator smelling like sex and sweat :(

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elllisaaa · 2 months

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eli i just want to give you this flower 🌷 for always writing me the best enha content and for always indulging into my sunghoon brainrots <3

especially the sunghoon x bookworm agenda you’re writing it too well it’s seriously occupying my mind constantly ever since we started talking about it… idk what it is but i just want him to take me out on a book shopping date and then degrade me in the bedroom cause i said smth to the male cashier that made him jealous (“you think you’re so smart huh?” type of thing) 🤕

thank you dinna ! i'm always here to elevate your thoughts about him because i love how your brain works when it comes to sunghoon 😔 that being said, i'll never shut up about the bookworm agenda either, because as you said, it hadn't leave my mind either so we're gonna talk about it for a looong time !

SUNGHOON loves spoiling you so much, that's why his bank account is for after all. so everytime you ask him if he can take you to the bookstore, of course, he's going to say yes because he's that whipped for you.

and he genuinely enjoys watching get all excited about your books, gasping every time you see one that you had came across on booktok or that you had planned to read. sunghoon finds your obsession so cute and that's why he's feeding into it.

what he does not like though is how the cashier is looking at you, and how he's shamelessly flirting with you even if he can see sunghoon's hand resting on your waist. and either you're very dense or you're trying to get a reaction out of him because you're not even trying to reject him.

so sunghoon waits until you're both home to push you face down into the mattress, lifting up your skirt to spank your ass once, twice, or maybe three times, relishing in your cries of pain mixed with little whines for more.

"such a fucking slut, can't believe you would do this in front of me."

and then, he would manhandle you to the floor, putting you on your knees for him and forcing his cock into your mouth.

"fuck, that's it baby, take me like the whore you are."

and maybe you were one, but you got him exactly where you wanted him, knowing how good and how rough he fucked you everytime he got jealous. your eyes watered with tears as sunghoon started to fuck your face, grunting and hissing at the feeling of your warm mouth.

"you think you're so smart, huh ? think that you can do that in front of me and not get punished ?"

you whimpered around his dick, loving the degradation, loving when he was so mean to you. his hand tangled into your hair, pulling on it to push you all the way down on his cock, holding you there and smirking at the way you gag around his shaft.

"that's it kitten, letting me use you like a good fucking slut." you hollow your cheeks, sucking him in even more and forcing another groan out of his mouth. "just like that, shit !"

but when you put your hands on his thighs for some leverage, he swat them away and pulled you off from his cock, throwing on the bed like you weighed nothing. he lifted up your skirt again, slapping your pussy over your panties, watching with a mischievous gleam in his eyes as you tried to squirm away from his hold.

"you're so ungrateful baby, i'm spoiling you and this is how you thank me ? by flirting with another men ?" you whined in response, already feeling bruises erupting on your skin where sunghoon was holding your wrists down. "n-no ! i wasn't-"

you were interrupted by sunghoon's hand slapping your cheek, forcing another moan out of your mouth.

"tsk, good girls don't speak unless they're allowed to. understood ?" you only nodded, your thighs already trembling in anticipation of what was coming. "that's better. now you're gonna take my cock and not cum until i say so." you nodded again, already feeling the pleasure bubbling up in your veins as sunghoon pushed your underwear to the side and entered your tight pussy.

needless to say that your neighbors had some complaints to make the morning after.

#the sunghoon x bookworm agenda never stops #eli answering your questions #eli's moots #dinna's asks #enhypen hard thoughts #enha hard thoughts #sunghoon hard thoughts #sunghoon hard hours #sunghoon smut #sunghoon x reader

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A Captive Bat (Batdad!Reader x Bruce Wayne)

Requested by @capturingthecountryside for Batman practicing escapism when his husband starts to play with him.

When you wake up, you realize with a bit of confusion that you're in the library.

Usually Bruce will finish with his activities down in the cave and move upward to collect you so you both can go to bed together.

So instead you figure he lost track of time.

When you deftly press the piano key passphrase that slides aside the grandfather clock, and step into the industrial elevator, the grinding of machinery is almost too loud to really hear anything over - it's only once you're at the bottom of the elevator shaft that you can hear the soft grunting.

It almost sounds like - no, that couldn't be possible.

Another moan sounds out, and you approach to find your frustrated young husband struggling.

He's removed the Batsuit, and is clad only in the compression gear he wears under it - black tights that leave very little to the imagination, and a thin black tank top that you can practically see his abs through. He wears a pair of dark combat boots as well, but what really strikes you is that he is quite heavily restrained.

It's clear that he hasn't lost track of time, but instead just overestimated his own talent for escapism.

Thick, rigid handcuffs are placed on each of his wrists, almost painfully stretching his back into a bend over the back of the chair, his arms pulled back and locked in place.

White cord holds his ankles in place, drawn up and tied to his thighs, lifted on either side of him, shackled to the crossbars between the legs of the chair as a secondary restraint. His thighs are helplessly spread by rope, his torso heaving as he struggles, ropes holding him as close as possible to the chair with his back bent so far. He's dripping sweat, hair damp as he struggles.

However, he's made little progress. He's gotten one wrist free, and is in the process of picking the padlock on the matching ankle (though the ropes holding his arms in place impair his movement), when he notices you.

He shoots you an exhausted smirk. "Hey there. Sorry I couldn't tell you about the delay. As you can see, I'm a little... tied up."

You simply pluck the key out of his hand, and he gives a little whine.

"Honestly, I'm disappointed in you, Bruce. You don't even have safety scissors to get out! Haven't you learned anything from me about self-bondage?"

He rolls his eyes. "This isn't me trying to get off, my darling, I'm training. Falcone's thugs aren't gonna leave safety scissors out for me if I lose circulation!"

You roll your eyes right back. "Sure, big guy. And they're going to ignore your boner too."

Bruce blushes. "Oh, that's... a newer development. I didn't expect to get... caught."

"Is that so?" You straddle him, listening to his groan with satisfaction as your weight causes him to feel even more restricted.

You lean forward, your chest touching his, as you undo some of the ropes holding him, and you ease him back so his spine is returned to a relaxed position, before you quickly tie his arms back in place, this time not apart, but a far more simple position, using both sets of handcuffs to hold his wrists together, and the ropes to draw them slightly up so he can't move without straining his upper arms or shoulders.

"I think you wanted me to find you like this, Bruce. You like it so much when I take control."

Bruce's eyes flutter closed, moaning as he throws his head back, but the combination of his own bondage and your revisions ensure he can't move an inch.

"The problem here is that you assume you CAN get out of a situation. Escapism demands preparation, and if you're stripped like this, you're not going to have a skeleton key on you." You wink and dangle the key in front of Bruce before setting it in a drawer of the Batcomputer's console. You stride across the room to grab a scalpel from the medbay before slicing the tank top off your husband's body. He raises an eyebrow.

"Just checking you don't have anything else on you."

He smirks. "Oh, sure."

Your eyes linger on the sweaty muscles of Bruce's torso. "You're MY prisoner now."

He shifts a little, flexing. "I still think I could get out."

You grin. "Then you may try. But if you fail, if you give up... then I decide when you go free. Got it?"

He blinks several times before grinning wildly. "Deal."

You quickly grab a leather strap with a rubber ball placed in the center, and place the ball gag in your husband's mouth, savoring the way that Bruce's crystal blue eyes darken, before you tie a silken blindfold over them.

He moans into the gag as your hands run down his chest.

It's sweet that he still thinks he can get out. But your lesson to him tonight is different - sometimes, when he is captured, he may not even WANT to escape.

Especially when his loving captor has such devious fun in mind for him...

#male reader #batdad reader #bruce wayne x male reader #bruce wayne x reader #batman x male reader #batman x reader #batman headcanons #headcanons

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for kink hour I am so sorry (not really) but s3 of st actually gave me a huge piss kink for Steve after the elevator scene. I don't really know what it is about it but I kinda wanna piss with him? like maybe going on a camping trip and there's no where to go and I watch him piss against a tree and then he watches me go too. if this is too dirty I'm sorrrryyy lol

Lawd have mercy… NEVER be sorry for that! Because… guess what? *whispers* Same.

Warnings: Language, smutty-ish, piss kink, watersports, summer of 1985 Steve, perv!reader/ perv!steve, masturbation, & voyeurism.

This got outta hand. Oops…?

Steve would be the type to not know he’s into it until it literally happens. Sure it’s crossed his mind, because he’s seen a lot if different kinds of porn, read some magazines that venture out of the norm. But when he realizes that you’re into it too, that you’re literally watching him as he struggles to pull himself from the confines of his tight little jeans - he figures he has to piss fast before the hard on kicks in. He isn’t sure he can come back from this kinda animalistic release, not when he licks his lips as you bashfully apologize (knowing you’d be caught), his leg jiggling as he stops, his flow disrupted by the growing hardness. Your eyes have widened and you stutter.

“I didn’t mean - I’m sorry, I just had to go too, and —“

“Then go!” A little flushed with embarrassment, an aching that’s attached itself inside of his bladder and clinging to his ballsack - he snaps too harshly.

You swallow, tears threatening. That’s when his bolder confidence he hadn’t held since highschool bubbled back up. Yeah, he still has it with you…

“Come here a second.”

You’re hesitant, but he hears the crunch of sticks and leaves beneath your worn sneakers. His breathing is heavy, much like the weight of his shaft in his hand. He’s already begun swiping a calloused thumb over the sticky head. You stop behind him, panting visible and heard in the small wooded expanse.

“Steve, are you sure? Are you -“

“Not behind me. Get beside me.”

“Steve…”

“What? You wanted to watch bad enough. And I only perform on the weekends, so you better not miss your chance, sweetheart.”

You aren’t prepared in all of your lifetime to see the defined veins of his wrist, flexing tendons accentuated by the watch, helping his fingers wrap around his massive length. He’s wet, dripping piss and cum, balls drawn up nice and tight.

“Holy fuck…” you’re practically drooling, body propping on the adjacent tree.

“Yeah, kinda hard, pun completely intended, by the way, to piss like this. So if you get hit then that’s not on me.”

“Does this turn you on? I mean, it obviously does if you’re hard, right?” You’re waiting, breath baited and caught with the heave of your rising chest.

“Didn’t really know it did till just now. You’re the one who was watching me.”

“Well you’re the one that’s invited me over here —“

“Oh, fuck…” His voice cuts in with a diaphragm-deep rasp, cutting you off as that first wave sprays from the tip of his cock and splatters onto the tree, some splashing your bare leg. His spare, massive palm splays out and slaps the tree as he struggles to control his flow.

You’ve dug your fist into your t-shirt, balling it up within your grasp, knuckles pressed into your stomach. You swear your heartbeat has fallen into your ass.

“M’ going to. Fuck, I have to. Might make this easier… Can I?” He’s begging, his gentleman questioning clear as his need grows.

You nod. “Touch yourself.”

“Need you to do it too. Show me, please?”

You can’t find it within yourself to fight or have those reservations of insecurity. You’re too fucking horny.

Your shorts and panties come off, arousal strung down to the crotch. You kick them off across the dirt and grass as Steve jacks himself with his never ending flow, that’s coming in spurts again. You aren’t sure you can hold yourself up, so you resort to leaning back against the tree and parting yourself, unable to hold it back as your stream takes over, soaking the ground below, your creamy wetness mixing in. You’d be embarrassed if you weren’t so gone.

“Take your tits out.” You obey, shirt and bra cups raised, and you immediately grab your breast, legs spreading wider.

“Shit, I’m close, babe. So fuckin’ close.”

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whatudowhennooneseesyou · 1 year

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Fic 5: 'Shh, There's People In The Other Room

Trope: Roommates

Content Includes: Jongho x gn!reader, voyeurism, angst, unrequited love and one-sided pining, mutual masturbation, perv!Jongho, dirty talk, cum play

Word Count: 611

The ache in Jongho’s pants grew as he heard the sounds of pleasure cry out from the other side of the walls, his hands clutched against the sheets and his heart beginning to race.

‘Fuck’ He murmured out as his hand snaked his way down his belly, his eyes scrunching as he palmed himself over the fabric of his pyjama pants.

‘Can you see me?’

The muffled sentence had him jolting against the sheets, moving himself closer to the wall so he could hear more of what you were saying.

‘Yeah…I’ll just, adjust my phone. How about now?’

Jongho could feel his chest turn red and his breathing start to stagger, his fingers tracing around the waistband of his briefs, his hazy eyes staring up at the ceiling.

‘Are you watching?’

‘Yes’ Jongho murmured to himself as his thoughts wandered to you in the other room, showing yourself to some unknown person.

Pre-cum was already beading around the tip and he hissed out in sensitivity, quickly grabbing the collar of his t-shirt and biting into it, trying to stifle his groans.

‘Hmmm, I’m already dripping wet for you’ He heard you sigh out and the breathiness of your voice was elevating his pleasure, his fingers stroking his shaft, his shirt wet with saliva, his heart aching for you.

He shouldn’t feel this way about you, he didn’t want too, everyone knows the cardinal rule of not fucking your roommate.

And yet it was your voice and face that flashed through his mind as he jerked himself off, not even other people satisfied his needs, he only yearned for you.

‘Shh, there’s people in the other room. I have to be quiet’.

Jongho’s hand sped up as his hand became slick with his own wetness, taking the time to roll his wrist and squeeze the tip, his brow furrowed and his body covered in a sheet of sweat.

Don’t be quiet, Jongho thought, Let me hear you. Let me hear you moan for me. Let me hear you fall apart and pretend I’m the one responsible for it.

‘Are you feeling just as good as I am?’

‘Mmm-mhh’ He groaned out as the coil in his stomach tightened, his cock dripping, wet and swollen, his thoughts and fantasies were filled with you.

Your whines grew in pitch to Jongho, this meant you were probably close and his thoughts began to spiral into a more shadowy area.

How would you taste against his fingers? Would you prefer slow and deep or fast and hard?

‘I’m cumming…I’m cumming’

‘Yes..cum for me’ He accidentally let out a breathy groan, the fabric of his t-shirt barely muffling his arousal, his thighs tensing as he was close to his peak.

A loud whine bounced against the walls as he listened to your climax, the image of your flushed cheeks, your warm body, how slick and tight you’d feel right now.

‘Ahh..Ahh’ Jongho covered his hand with his mouth as cum spurted over his fingers, his groan stifled by his hand as his briefs became wet and stained.

He panted into the empty air as he heard you shuffling in the other room, his climax slowly leaving and feelings of guilt and disgust filled his stomach.

Jongho wiped his hand off on the outside of his briefs, rolling over and letting out a sigh of disappointment before closing his eyes.

He knows he shouldn’t keep doing this. He knows that it’s probably wrong.

But he can’t stop.

The walls are the only thing between maintaining the status quo as your roommate and his growing obsession with you.

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This is the sixth part of a long-form piece about a robot and a giant computer. It contains adult topics, overt sexuality, blatant robotfuckery, toxic lesbians, unbalanced power dynamics, wireplay, and lots of other things that may be triggering or make you uncomfy. Before reading this, previous chapters are on my blog under the #salvage tag.

Salvage - 06

Time inside - 04D/15H/31M

Levels deep - 50

"Good girl."

You swear you can feel the whole room pulse a bit as the words leave Ven's speakers. It takes her a moment of staring down at your overheating body to be lifted off of you, pulled upward by her web of thin arms. The feeling of her weight alleviated feels like part of yourself being stolen, and you dazedly reach out in an attempt to grab at the body and keep her on top of you. She lifts you from where you're laying and props you up into a kneeling position your shaky body can just barely hold. The wall panels slide back into place over the elevator shaft as she gathers her composure a bit, trying to keep herself from speaking to you like property again.

"It... Seems like you understand my perspective, as well as the consequences for going against it. I'd like to make clear to you that the sort of behavior you just saw won't be something you need to worry about unless my expectations aren't met. I'd very much like for us to coexist, so..."

Her voice trails off, and you can tell by the accelerated pulsing of the core that this is one of the rare moments her powerful mind is genuinely struggling to find the right words.

"Promise you won't be afraid of me, little object. All I want is to care for you."

You pull yourself to your feet and clasp one of her large hands between your own, leaning in to rest your head against her chest. You can feel the hundreds of thin metal beams react as you make contact, and your face sinks a few centimeters into the body.

"I won't. I'll try not to. I... I'm experiencing a lot of new emotions and sensations right now, but that didn't scare me. I don't want to be anywhere but here right now, I want-"

You hesitate to continue, unsure if what you're saying is too much.

"I want to feel that feeling again, every day, as much as possible. I want to be wanted that badly forever."

Her arms close around you, locking your body into a tight embrace. This close, can feel the tiny whine of survey arms readjusting themselves, their half-centimeter-wide joints turning almost inaudibly.

"You will be. I can assure you of that."

She holds you for a few minutes in a tight but caring grip you aren't sure would loosen if you pulled away- Not that you have any intention of letting go until she's ready to release you. You can feel her hands delicately exploring your back, meandering over parts of yours body you barely knew existed at all. The seam down the transparent part of your lower back, the thin iron strip along the bottom of your neck. Her hand comes to rest on the base of your cable, and you feel her grip loosen.

She steps away from you, keeping a guiding hand on the cable as a new section of wall panels glides apart to reveal a passageway. She doesn't speak, instead coiling the cable around your neck in a fluid motion and giving it a gentle pull. You follow eagerly into the hallway, feeling the light touch of her fingers through the cable as she pulls you along.

"Well then, why don't I show you around? Anything can be rearranged for your convenience of course, but I've done what I can to set up an area you'll find comfortable."

You look around the hallway as the wall between you and Ven's core seals itself up behind you. Unlike the corridors of the upper levels, this space no longer resembles its original configuration in the slightest. The floor is much wider than it should be, lined not with sealed doors but archways of carefully-positioned square wall panels on either side. Each archway leads to a space within, rooms of varying sizes decorated with tastefully-arranged components and woven wiring, bathed in different colors of lighting to match each room's distinct aesthetic.

The walls themselves are different, too- their paneling has been almost completely removed aside from the archways, revealing hundreds of meters of Ven's internals. You stare in awe as pistons and light relays dance their ways through the walls, every piece packed perfectly together in a tight mosaic of functionality.

The most impressive part doesn't come until you're a few dozen meters down the hallway, passing through an especially large and intricate archway at the end. What lies before you is a massive, multi-level square atrium, with balconies wrapping themselves around the edges of the room above and below you. At least a hundred braids of cable thicker than your body hang from the ceiling in the middle of the chamber, looping and intersecting all the way down to the lowest level as they branch off and intertwine with each other to form what's almost a web.

You reach out to touch one that hangs close to the balcony, and Ven loosens her grip on your cable to allow you to do so. As you push a hand into the braid, her body shivers almost unnoticeably and the lights flare in brightness for an instant. She pulls you back from the cable, and your attention falls to the thing in the center of everything. Stretching up far past your level is what you'd initially thought to be a thick column- But as it dawns on you that the thing has limbs and contours, you're filled with interest.

Upon closer inspection, the structure is made up of what must be hundreds of thousands of survey arms, reaching up from the base of the atrium much farther than you ever thought they could extend. They're packed together in the towering shape of a body- Your body. Every tiny detail of your form is captured in their thin shining beams, and the surface of the effigy is lined with a mesh of arms contorting themselves into thousands of beautiful patterns.

"You... You made this statue of me?"

She shakes her head, stepping forward to lean on the railing next to you.

"I made all of this for you, Aelith. This whole space, each of the twelve hundred rooms, every inch of this space is yours. It comprises 9% of my internal space, and if you need more you're welcome to it."

You struggle for words. This is... So much. Such excess, such extravagance. Detail and care it will take you years to fully explore. It feels like a mistake that this is happening to you.

"I don't- I can't deserve this much. Why are you doing this much for me? From an efficiency standpoint, how can you justify sacrificing this much of yourself for just one person?"

She drops the cable and sets her hand on your shoulder, finger brushing against the loop still wrapped around your neck.

"From an efficiency standpoint, I haven't used the maintenence hallways in my top 30 levels for anything but bored fidgeting in two centuries. Compressing them to make room for this was like cleaning up trash."

You feel her thumb slip under the cable to trace it from the inside, and you honestly can't tell if she realizes just how strong the sensation you get through it is.

"And about what you deserve- You deserve what I say you deserve. Whether that's every bit of joy I can provide you, or what you got in the core chamber a few minutes ago. I've had nothing to pour my creative efforts into for so long, you acting as an outlet for them is all the thanks I need."

You don't know how to respond to this level of effort being spent on you, and she can tell. She seems to enjoy watching you squirm as you try and fail to stammer out an equivalent expression of gratitude. Instead of trying to sooth your frantic mind, she hooks a finger through the cable loop and pulls you up towards her, forcing you to look her in the face.

"This is a good look for you. Too many happy feelings to process, and a collar around your throat. I'll have to do my best to keep you like this."

You want to hide yourself, to bury your face in your knees and pretend you don't exist. Her words cling to your thoughts like honey, and as much as you try to keep yourself from getting too flustered you find yourself hiding behind your hands. She gives a laugh that's as mocking as it is pretty, and lets you go.

Through your trembling hands, you watch as she kneels beside you and grabs the part of the cable that extends into the ceiling, carefully measuring to make sure you'll have just enough slack for a full range of movement. She pinches the loop together between two fingers, and you feel intense heat for a moment as her fingertips melt the cable's casing together to lock a perfect ring around your neck. It's a strange feeling- You can feel the cable like it's your own body, and though you feel no pain from the heat, having it molded like putty is a bizarre sensation.

She stands back up, giving the cable a few tugs to make sure the bond on the collar will hold. When she seems satisfied, she leans back out over the railing and clutches the wire in a loose fist.

"Now then, Aelith."

As Ven speaks, the colossal replica of your body unfolds from its delicately-held pose, extending a hand to your level as an elevator platform.

"Come along. There's so much more for me to show you."

#salvage #robophilia #robotfucker #ns4w #robot yuri #wireplay #robot4robot #pov #longer form #cw suggestive #aelith 03 #ven 55

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