Its Time For The Girls To Admit That Armin Is Not Some Sweet And Innocent Little Angel. That Man Is Most

its time for the girls to admit that Armin is not some sweet and innocent little angel. that man is most certainly a demon when you get him out of his shell..like he is NASTYYYY 😫

themes: rough sex, aggressive and degrading armin, choking, spit play, bulging, unprotected sex, throat fucking, daddy’s used like twice, pet names (and name calling) him being a sadist and an asshole, along with some other shit

he’s been your friend for years and granted, for a long time, that’s all you saw him as. Quiet, sweet, reliable Armin..who never made too much of a fuss about anything. He was the shy one, the timid boy who didn’t like trouble (which was much more than what could be said of his other buddies.) honestly, you preferred it though.

but it’s one night, when the two of you are quietly studying that it all changes and things get very intense..very quickly!

one minute, the two of you are nose deep in your textbooks and the next, he’s balls deep in you, trying to put you through his fucking mattress like he’s got something to prove. Your nails clawing at his sides, tapping at his abs to slow down but he’s not letting up..

“You better move that fucking hand if you know what’s good for you..it’s not stopping shit so put it down.”

instead, he’s slamming that thick, throbbing cock into your tight little pussy, that’s already sore and soaking wet from his pounding. He’s got your legs pinned back; opened wide so you can both watch all eight inches of him pulsating through the pit of your stomach. His thumb pad rolling against your already sensitive clit as his lips pressed to your gold chain laced ankle and soft instep, thanks to that foot and white painted toes pressed to his chest.

“..hngh! Arminnnn..fuck!”

coaxing out another stream of squirt to join the several others he’s induced out of you with those long, rhythmic thrusts. Even taking that big dick of his out to tap the tip against your folds and make it worse.

the result of constant teasing…swearing that he wasn’t capable of piping you like this. However, he was more than happy to debunk that claim and trust, it didn’t help when you confessed to fucking a friend of his. So he was extra motivated to make you his for good.

“Yes, baby. Keep crying for me..keep begging ‘cause it only turns me on.”

the sight of watching you twitch and flail around amuses him, so much so..he’s put it back in mid orgasm and feels that cunt clamping the base of his shaft. Clasping a hand around your throat, he leans down and snakes his tongue into your mouth; feeding you sloppy kisses and deep strokes.

“Besides, this is exactly what you wanted, right? For me to show you I wasn’t pussy..that I could fuck you better than anyone you’ve ever been with? Well tell me, sweetheart…did I?”

“Y-yes! It’s so good, daddy…fuck!”

laughing and taunting as he slightly restricts your breathing for his own pleasure, watching your brown eyes roll back as you claw at his wrists, shaking your head profusely. It feels so damn good and he’s definitely gotten his point across but he’s far from finished..

in fact, he knows just how he wants to use you next..finally releasing, he moves those same fingers to the side of your face with a few light taps.

“..good answer. Now get up, I’m not done with you.”

his voice much lower in pitch and honestly, deep enough to cause a twitch between your thighs. This new side of him were both frightening and fucking sexy. Grasping the top of your head, he reluctantly pulls out and repositions you to the edge of the bed with your head dangling from it.

once he crawls off the bed, all you see is that massive dick dangling in front of your face and his hands cupped around the back of your neck to support your already dizzy head.

wasting not another second, he places that tip and shaft into your mouth and begins pumping. Not even an hour ago, he was your homeboy and now, you were nothing more than a useless hole to him. An object, a toy to play with and take out all of his frustrations..

he’s having his way and you love it. It’s a given at this point that no one will be able to top him. You could fuck his whole crew and not one could ever compare..

the gulping noises and sloppy sounds of you sucking his cock are driving him crazy. He’s mad with lust and power, having this much dominion over one person’s body. Watching as he sees himself bulge into the center of your throat. Tears streaming down your cheeks only adding fuel to the burning fire.

he can hear you faintly whimpering and whining, causing vibrations around his length. Even clawing at the sheets momentarily but as you’ve come to learn, he doesn’t give a single, secular fuck about your feelings right now.

it didn’t matter how much you gagged, spat or even slapped at his muscular thighs. You were his until he grew bored and let you go.

“I don’t need to hear all that whining, bitch. I need you to eat this dick up..hell, throw up on it for all I care. You just better suck that nut out when I say so.”

the way he’s talking to you, it’s too much to bare…you’ve never seen him so aggressive, so mean and so…focused. But God, do you not want it to end anytime soon. He could have it all night if that’s what he wanted. Just to ensure that the inside of those jaws are nice and lubricated, he tugs out for a split second only to replace it with a long string of his saliva before shoving it back in.

this time, he’s going deeper and a lot faster. Grunting loudly, going crazy until he began to slow up and eventually, hold it in place for a minute. You could feel him sitting stagnant in the back of your throat until there was another faint twitch and his thumbs pressing gently into the sides of your neck.

“…hold still.” The last words he uttered before letting out a loud, guttural moan and a stream of milky cum into your mouth..making you swallow every drop as he emptied his balls. Tossing his head back as he cried out, letting the silky remnants slip down your throat.

“That’s right, swallow it..”

once he finished, you were given a very brief break while he decided his next move. Coughing and heaving, you’d lean back up, trying to catch your breath for a second. But there was no rest for his little slut quite yet. Giving you two light love taps, Armin ushered you to your knees and on all fours.

he’d place his palm into the center of your back to get the arch exactly as he wanted it and from there, he’d prepare to glide back in. Just to make sure that you stayed put, he raise his leg and press it to your head before tugging both arms backwards.

he was straight dogging your shit and at this rate, you wouldn’t be able to move afterwards…a risk well worth the reward.

“..just in case you wanna run from me.” bending down to whisper in your ear before proceeding to push himself in all the way one last time. And if you thought for a second he’d take it easy, you were sadly mistaken. With that thick ass bouncing off the base of his cock, he’d drill your pussy, back with those same strokes that had beaten it sore the first time around.

with all of your limbs in his grasp, (y/n) was only left with the option to scream face first into the sheets to let out those moans and let him know how wonderful of a job he was doing. In and out..one stroke right after the next, he was met with your tight grip and gushy cream all over him. He couldn’t help but to act crazy about it..

“Oh fuuuck..you’re such a perfect fit, baby. It’s like this pussy was made just for me..” crying out as he kneaded his nails into your hips and fucked up into you with all that he had. It was the mist soft and vulnerable you had seen him since this little sex session. It just wouldn’t remain that way..

switching his foot with his fingers, Armin bent down and snatched your head up yet again, as if he were trying to tug the hair from your scalp. Barely coherent, you were met with his very menacing glare and smile.

“Which means I better not catch you giving it to anybody else again. Understood?..” the words resonating throughout your body like a spell he had cast and there was no way you were breaking it.

“I said do you understand? Talk..”

“Yes, daddy. It’s your pussy..it’s all yours..”

between the weight of his body burrowing down on you and the intense pressure swelling in your heat, you couldn’t handle another second and after hearing you make that statement, neither could he.

he felt on top of the world.

curling over your entire frame, Armin made a few more final strokes before commanding that you come all over his dick and you didn’t hesitate.

“Oh my God! I’m coming..” screaming with all that you had left, (y/n) let out the last of the wetness onto his shaft and the sheets. Falling limp shortly thereafter, you’d feel yourself become less full.

but you’d hear those sexy grunts of his rang out again as he jerked his cock, wringing his wrist around until your back was met with the warmth of that white cream against your perfect brown skin.

it was a beautiful sight and one he wanted to see whenever he felt like from now on…

“..who’s soft now, sweetheart?”

Innocence Part 2

Pairing: Neteyam x fem!Metkayina reader. Reader is 18, Neteyam is aged up to 19. Part 3 in the works. 

Summary:  You’re the youngest daughter of Tonowari and are very sheltered and innocent. After you’re punished for sneaking away with Neteyam, you worry about when you’ll see him next. 

Warnings: Angry parents, mature themes, size kink, fingering, slight dacryphillia, awkwardness? I’m not really sure how to write warnings but there you go.  Please keep in mind I have 0 experience writing the scenes at all, so they may be super awkward. I apologize in advance. 

word count: 9,593 

Notes: I tried getting this out asap, so there may be some grammatical or spelling errors. I tried to tag as many people as I could, so I’m very sorry if i missed you! Once again, I want to thank all of you for the amazing response to part 2!!! I really, really hope this lives up to your expectations and is as good as the first part :) Also, I use a dictionary I found online for most Na’vi words, but they don’t have a word for punishment, so I used the French word for revenge. 

As the ilu came around the bend, finally nearing Awa’atlu, you felt your stomach drop. You could see the red glow of the torches from here, surprised to see so many of your clan out this late. They should have been at home eating or sleeping, not out here searching for you. 

“Oh Great Mother,” You groaned. “The whole village is still awake.” 

Neteyam stopped the animal in the shallow water just outside the village. The two of you reluctantly dismounted. You brushed the hair out of your face as you stood from the water, and started towards the village. A hand grabbed your arm, stopping your movements.  

“Y/n, look at me.” Neteyam tugged you around to face him, his hand coming to hold your cheek. “No matter what happens tonight, we will be okay. They might try to punish me, they might try to keep you from me, but I will come back to you as many times as I have to.” 

He hoped you could tell how serious he was. He had never felt this way about anyone, and Neteyam could only pray that you felt the same. “I know that Eywa has fated us to meet,” He placed his hand on your chest, over the space where your heart beat. “I can feel it, here.” He tapped the spot, drawing a short, dry laugh from you. 

He pulled you into his arms for a tight hug, arms around your neck. You instinctively melted into his embrace, wrapping your own arms around his body and pressing your head to his chest. Having Neteyam’s arms around you made you feel safe, cherished. He was so gentle with you, holding you like he thought you were going to float away if he let go.

“Y/n?” Your sister’s voice brought you back down to earth. You quickly pulled away from Neteyam, turning to face her. 

She rushed over to you and yanked you into a hug. “Where have you been? We have been looking for you everywhere.” Her voice was relieved, glad you were home safe. Tsireya pulled back a bit and her gaze shot towards the Omatikaya boy standing stiffly behind you. “What are you doing with him?” She was confused, eyebrows furrowed as she looked to you for answers.

“Are you okay?” She asked, voice dropping to a low whisper.   

You thought about lying to her, but Tsireya was the one person you had never been able to keep secrets from. She would see through any story you tried to tell her. Instead, you reached for her hand and attempted to explain yourself. “Sister, it is not what you think. You know mom and dad never let me do anything, and I knew if I asked to leave they would say no….” You trailed off, giving her a meek smile.

“He’s my friend.” 

Tsireya was relieved that nothing terrible had happened. However, she knew how trusting you could be; You never questioned other people’s intentions, choosing to only see the best in them. She worried that he had taken advantage of you. 

“Have you mated with him?” Her question was aimed at you but her eyes were focused wearily on Neteyam.

The man in question was quick to defend your honor. “No! We have done nothing like that.”

You felt your ears begin to warm. You didn’t think you guys had done anything bad, but your activities early had felt special, private, and…kind of dirty.

But you knew, or rather you thought you knew, that mating was the forming of tsaheylu, which you guys hadn’t done. So you hastily agreed with Neteyam.

Your sister’s eyes widened as she looked between the two of you, inspecting the red hue on your ears and the sheepish look on Neteyam’s face.

“But you did something, didn’t you?” You assumed she was referring to the way Neteyam had touched you earlier, and you remembered him briefly mentioning “potential mates.” Did she mean to ask if you kissed? This whole process was confusing, and you made a mental note to ask her later. 

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then and now • reiner braun

I’m back with another couple that has successfully melted my brainwaves and made me feral ft. nerdy black gf and football player reiner. enjoy these filthy headcanons while I work on a full story.,

themes: plus size, black fem reader, dom/sub (switch moments), fingering, spit play, marking, corruption kink, oral (m/f receiving), praise kink, squirting, breeding, daddy is used a couple times and some pet names, (also slut) and a few other things

reiner’s cute, little nerdy girlfriend, who was a virgin when they met now can’t be tamed.

his cute little nerdy girlfriend who was scared of kissing or messing it up rather, now loves to cup his cheeks and shove her tongue into his mouth when they make out.

cute little nerdy girlfriend who at first didn’t want to get them in ‘trouble for doing this’, now loves the idea of sending him to practice with hickies on his neck.

cute little nerdy girlfriend who would get so nervous and flustered when he asked to touch her in a special spot, now bites her lip and spreads her legs for him on instinct.

“You don’t even have to ask.”

cute little nerdy girlfriend who was always so insecure about her big brown areolae and nipples loves rubbing through reiner’s hair as she watches him suck on her tits. Smiling from ear to ear…

cute little nerdy girlfriend who always hated your pudgy tummy and thick thighs now loves when reiner’s forehead rests on the bottom of it and his big calloused hands keeps your legs peeled back as he eats your pussy..grinning when he says how good you taste.

cute little nerdy girlfriend who hated eye contact and would cover your face in shame now stares down at him, brushing a hand against his temple.

“It feels so good..yes.”

cute little nerdy girlfriend who would be so ashamed of getting ate out now loves to be kissed and sucking his fingers clean after they’ve been inside of you.

cute little nerdy girlfriend who had never used any vulgar language or curse words before now had quite a vocabulary and reiner loved it.

“Yeah, give me that dick.” “I can’t wait for you to fuck me..”

cute little nerdy girlfriend that would only whimper and wince while he slides his cock in would now tug at his hips and beg to have it.

cute little nerdy girlfriend who couldn’t take him past a few inches now loves feeling him bulge in your stomach. Also when he pressed down to let you know where he’s at.

“Am I in your spot, baby?..that feel good?”

cute little nerdy girlfriend who would try to keep quiet as not to disturb his roommates would now moan his name to the top of his lungs. Among other things and hope that they heard..

“Yes daddy, you’re fucking me so good..!”

cute little nerdy girlfriend who would always get nervous at the mention of praise or affirmations, now loves hearing it and gets even wetter at the words.

“You’re so goddamn tight, (y/n)..” “..you’re so wet f’r me, princess. That pussy feels amazing..” “..you opened up so good for daddy..”

cute little nerdy girlfriend who would do nothing but grab the sheets and flail now clawed your nails into his back, leaving him with all types of scratches.

cute little nerdy girlfriend who used to think they were such dirty words now loves being called his slut.

cute little nerdy girlfriend who would always hold back on your orgasm because you thought it was ‘pee’, now squirts all over reiner and his abs as he dicks you deep. Would even rub your clit to make more come out.

“Good girl..that’s what I need.”

cute little nerdy girlfriend who thought it would hurt now loves being giving light slaps to come back to after you came too hard.

cute little nerdy girlfriend who was too sensitive to take more now grabs his shaft and puts it back in yourself.

cute little nerdy girlfriend who was afraid of having your hair pulled or his hands on your throat now loves it when he chokes you as he gives you backshots.

cute little nerdy girlfriend who would peel over and grab the sheets after a couple strokes would now throw ass back on him; twerking against him and meeting his thrusts.

cute little nerdy girlfriend who would wince at the pain now loves when his heavy hands spanks her and leave little burgundy marks on her skin.

cute little nerdy girlfriend who thought it was gross now loves when reiner tilts her head back and spits in her mouth as he’s fucking her from behind.

“…mmm, thank you..”

cute little nerdy girlfriend who knows when reiner is getting close by his high pitched breathing loves to clamp down on him to make it worse.

cute little nerdy girlfriend who was terrified of getting pregnant now BEGS to be nutted in. Wanting to be stuffed with it..

cute little nerdy girlfriend who knows this big simp of a man can’t resist you in any way now loves to look back and bat your eyes when he’s about to climax.

“Come in me..come in this pussy, daddy..”

cute little nerdy girlfriend who bites her lip and smiles as reiner loses his mind and fills her full of his seed. Can feel the warm ropes spilling inside of you as he throbs.

cute little nerdy girlfriend who was such a good girl beforehand is now Reiner’s personal little whore.

Listen up please

This is incredibly important.

The united States government has been trying to remove the protections of native children mainly via possibly overturning the ICWA (Indian Child Welfare Act)

This will allow white families to continue to take native children from their lands their family and their culture just like they did for centuries before the ICWA was passed.

This is both incredibly important and incredibly personal as my family was permanently harmed because of children being taken away from their families.

So please spread awareness about this and I have a link below that you can go to the first Nations website learn more about this and and write a response that they can use about how we should be saving the ICWA

Know Your Place

Pairing: Naoya x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Yandere, NSFW, Misogyny, Abuse, Rape/Non-Con, Humiliation, Degradation, Feet Stepping

Summary: You should have known better than to believe that Toji could protect you from the Zenin forever. Once a Zenin woman, always a Zenin woman and Naoya intends to make sure you fully understand that.

Growing up as a female in the Zenin clan means you’re always expected to serve, to look beautiful. Never speak unless requested to. Never look any of the men in the eyes. Obey. Be submissive and demure.

There are thousands of rules and dozens of leering eyes ready to punish you for a single minor infraction. So as much as you hate the life you’ve been born into, you know better than to act out and bring attention to yourself, knowing full well especially now as an adult woman that the price of transgressions are too high to pay.

You’d be incredibly fortunate for the usual heavy backhands Naobito and Ogi Zenin would grace your face with when you were still a minor, for the cruel condescending words Naoya would sneer at you. Those were child’s play compared to what’s in store for you now and you shudder when you remember the images of fellow female servants who had attempted to escape only to be easily captured, clothes stripped and body laid bare for the entire clan to see. You remember the fear that would make you tremble as the men howled in laughter and jeers as they took turns smacking their victim’s ass, pawing and groping her body. You remember sobbing when you were forced to watch as fists, cocks, objects that you thought were far too large were shoved between flailing legs.

But nothing keeps you in line more than the cold dread you’d feel heavy in your chest when you’d be forced to clean out the room of one of your ex-maids, preparing the room for the next poor soul born into a never ending life of servitude. As much as you hate this life, it’s still better than being tied up and forced to be nothing more than a Zenin sex doll, used by every man in the clan until there’s nothing left but an empty husk of skin.

So you keep your head down, ignoring the cruel words and predatory gazes that follow you. You enjoy the few moments you have in the servant quarters alone with your fellow maids, giggling and whispering to each other, pretending that you’re just normal women. Those friendships you form warm your heart and you take solace in the sympathetic glances and warm brief squeezes of hands when a Zenin man is particularly harsh in their treatment of you.

Maybe that’s why you can’t keep your body still when the woman who shares the same room as you accidentally spills hot tea all over Zenin Toji. And despite how terrified you are of Toji’s hulking figure and blood-stained reputation, you throw your body in between him and your friend, creating a feeble physical shield for her from his wrath.

A part of you is together enough to vaguely acknowledge how strange it is that Toji hasn’t roared a single word yet, hasn’t laid a hand on you. But you’re not foolish enough to think this is over and you throw yourself to the floor in a degrading groveling bow, begging him to forgive your friend, to have mercy on the both of you.

You know exactly who Zenin Toji is and you prepare yourself for the feeling of his infamous sword slicing through your neck. What you aren’t prepared for is the way he lets out a boisterous laugh, green eyes glimmering in amusement when he sees the bewildered look on your face as you tentatively peek up at him.

“You’ve got guts. Tell you what. I’ll forgive you and your clumsy friend if you become my personal maid. Deal?”

It’s a rhetorical question and you stiffly nod your head, tears forming in your eyes as you imagine the rest of your life chained to Toji’s bed, stuck in the lair of a beast.

Except your life isn’t anything like you had imagined and you’re stunned when Toji barks at you to go retire to your own room and get some rest so you’re ready to keep up with tomorrow.

Life is...surprisingly normal. Well as normal as it can be in the household of one of the top Jujutsu sorcerer clans in the world. You scowl at Toji as he teasingly throws a pile of sweat stained clothes and towels on top of your head as he walks out of the bath.

“You’re getting a little stronger, little lady. I almost even felt the punch you threw at me in training today.”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help the slight quirk of your lips and swell of pride at his backhanded compliment.

Toji isn’t anything like the rest of his clan and it goes deeper than just his lack of cursed energy or his supernatural strength. He’s kind. Okay, maybe that’s a stretch, but you genuinely believe he has a good heart. Not once has he ever spoken maliciously to you. Not once has he ever laid a hand even borderline inappropriate or suggestive on you. And sure, you don’t necessarily enjoy doing his dirty laundry, cleaning his room, and making his bed every day and night, but he makes it easy to forget that you’re just a lowly maid.

He talks to you as if you’re his equal, carefully listening to you, acknowledging your points (even if he mocks you when you do say something silly or that he disagrees with). He invites you to eat meals with him. He trains you deeming you too wimpy to last long without at least some basic defense skills. Your time with Toji is one of the few moments of happiness you know and you greedily indulge.

But unknown to you, your new proximity to the black wolf of the Zenin clan has more than one eye looking at you in interest and above all, Zenin Naoya can’t stop fixating on you.

Naoya has always had a strange mix of respect, disdain, and jealousy towards the older man and he can’t help himself from wanting what Toji has, especially when the both of you look so irritatingly happy chattering away with each other as if you have no cares in the world. How dare a lowly Zenin servant look so carefree. How dare curse-less Toji make a mockery of the rest of the clan by living a shame-free life despite how hard they try to humiliate him for it.

Has Naoya ever been happy? Ever been relaxed?

He can’t remember ever laughing as hard as Toji is now in response to something you’ve said or done. He can’t remember smiling so freely like you are as you playfully slap Toji and try to get him to stop teasing you. A green eyed monster slithers inside of him and before he realizes what he’s doing, he’s making his way towards the both of you.

“Aren’t you two as unseemly as usual. I know you don’t care for our clan’s reputation or rules, but really? Parading your slut around so shamelessly? That’s a new low even for you.”

It’s adorable how you scurry away, cowering behind Toji’s broad figure, fear written all over your face. And although Naoya had done this to get under Toji’s skin, he can’t help but wish the older man would storm off and leave you behind in his clutches. He wonders if you’d be this scared and docile underneath him, wonders how tight you’d be while you tremble in fear while he sinks inside of you…

His thoughts are abruptly interrupted as Toji snorts, slinging a muscular arm over your shoulder and dragging you off with him, subtly tucking you safely into his side and away from Naoya’s hungry gaze.

Usually being ignored and dismissed would rile him up more, but as he watches the two of you amble away and sees your innocent and confused face, unsure what had just happened and what’s causing Toji’s strangely touchy behavior, his appetite is whetted and you’re what he’s craving.

What he hadn’t accounted for is how protective Toji is of you. So strange for a man who doesn’t seem to care about anyone except himself. But Naoya supposes that’s just a testament for how good you must be in bed. He can’t think of any other reason why Toji would waste his time and efforts on an insignificant woman like you.

You’re never left alone long enough for him to corner. Just when he sees you by yourself and swoops in to shove you in a spare room, Toji suddenly looms beside you, green eyes sternly pinning Naoya down with a warning. And as much as Naoya would love to rise to the challenge, he knows that he doesn’t stand a chance against Toji, so he slinks away in defeat, again and again.

It only makes him want you more and he grits his teeth as he slams into one of the whores in his bed who vaguely reminded him of you if he squints in just the right way.

He supposes he should be more remorseful as the news of Toji’s death spreads like wildfire through the Zenin household. But all he can see is a light at the end of the tunnel. It takes every last bit of restraint in him not to immediately hunt you down and devour you, but he bides his time. After all the teasing and taunting you’ve put him through just one taste isn’t going to satisfy him anymore.

No, he won’t just ruin you and throw you away after a single night. He plans on dragging this out, using you, tasting you until it fully sinks in that this is all you’re good for, that he owns every part of you inside and out.

His cock twitches at your swollen face covered in salty tear streaks. You look so pathetic, so scared when he takes his time strolling into your room, kicking your roommate out and locking the door behind him. It’s just the two of you and he feels the rush of power thrumming through his veins at how you tremble and cower before him. If only you were naked and not in those dreary mourning clothes…

But he has ample time for that and he wants to enjoy corrupting you, take his time watching your downfall.

“You’re my maid starting now.”

You mutely nod, but make no move and Naoya scoffs.

“I know Toji was soft with you, but let me set expectations straight. I’m nothing like him. Now get moving.”

“But this is my room-”

You yelp in fright as Naoya’s hand grips the front of your shirt and hauls your body until you’re forced to press against his body, feeling his breath against your face as he sneers at you.

“Sluts don’t get the luxury of their own room or bed. Toji spoiled you. Now move your stuff to my quarters. The only place you’ll be sleeping from now on is my floor or my bed. Understood?”

It’s a rhetorical question and all you can do is crumple to the ground when he lets go, staring unseeingly at Naoya’s retreating back as he exits your room, the weight of your new reality crashing down on you.

Sleeping on the floor is humiliating and uncomfortable. Naoya makes it a point to “accidentally” step on you when he gets on and off the bed, rudely nudging you awake with his feet, resting his soles on your face until you’re flailing around to breathe. But it isn’t as bad as wondering when the worst is to come.

At least you’re clothed. At least your innocence is still intact. So as much as you feel like nothing more than a dog, you take it. After all, your new life isn’t so different from your life before Toji aside from your new sleeping arrangements and the headache of being in close proximity to Zenin Naoya.

It’s entertaining enough in the beginning, watching you curl up on the floor like an obedient puppy, admiring how you never talk or lash out when he literally walks all over you. He even buys you a pretty new collar with his name engraved on it linked to a leash he holds in his hand or leaves tied to his bed.

But unlike a real pet you never warm up to him, always looking at him warily, body tense and nervous in his presence. Not once do you look at him with even the slightest hint of affection or fondness you used to stare at Toji with. He supposes that can’t be helped and he doesn’t care for anything disgusting like your love. But you don’t even seem remotely attracted to him as a man and that’s something his ego won’t allow for.

He knows women can’t stand his attitude. But he also knows that at their base, all women are sluts easily swayed by his good looks. He can’t even count the number of women who’ve insulted him to his face only to end up in his bed, moaning and screaming his name and their love for his cock.

You were supposed to be no different. But your continued disinterest in him infuriates him to the point where petty humiliation isn’t enough to sate his hurt pride.

“Strip and get in bed.”

You’re frozen stiff and he sneers at you while you’re on the verge of terrified tears.

“What? I’m not good enough for you? Don’t act like you aren’t used to this. I’m sure your old master had you warming his bed all the time-”

“Toji would never!”

Even he’s stunned by the weight of his backhand hit as it makes contact with your face, by the venom in his voice as he spits out his next words.

“Don’t you ever say that name in my presence again.”

He takes a few seconds to calm his breath, the crimson of the blood trickling from your nose grounding him as he finds his center once more. But then a thought crosses his mind as that red river finds its way to your lips.

“As punishment, let’s make sure you know what your mouth’s purpose is from now on. Words are wasted on a dumb whore like you anyway. Kneel and open wide.”

It’s oddly arousing watching your tears and blood stream down your face as you choke on his cock. Your efforts are half-hearted at best, but he doesn’t mind. Not when the instinctual way your throat flutters around him as he roughly thrusts his hips into your tight mouth suffices. He can see why Toji kept you around and he groans as his hand slips behind your head and pushes you until your face is squished against his abdomen.

Your mouth feels amazing and your muffled screams for air only add to the vibrations around his shaft. It’s enough to have him spilling down your throat and he keeps you tightly pressed against him, forcing you to drink every last drop he gifts you with. And only when your throat finally stops its forced swallowing does he release you, leering down at your pitiful form heaving for breath.

The bitter taste of his seed is all you can taste, all you can focus on as you greedily inhale much needed oxygen. You pray that he’s done, but you whimper when a strong hand easily pulls you up and begins to pull off your clothing. Instinctively you try to push the invasive appendages away from you, but you freeze at Naoya’s growled threat.

“Don’t make me hurt you any more than I have to.”

You know it’s not an empty threat. You’ve seen the quite literally broken bodies of women who had resisted too much against the Zenin men, against Naoya specifically. So you limply drop your arms to your side and stay still as he humiliatingly gropes and examines you like merchandise.

All you can do is clench your eyes shut as Naoya’s hands grab your breasts, kneading and weighing them in his hands, cruelly prodding and pinching your nipples to see your reactions. All you can do is bite back a muffled yelp when he forces you onto your knees and forearms on the bed, squeezing and smacking your ass, spreading apart your cheeks to closely look at your fluttering holes. All you can do is cry into the sheets as he fingers you open, breaching both untouched openings, his thick digits stretching your tight walls apart and taking their time to thoroughly defile you, using your own slick to loosen your ass.

You try to disassociate, try to imagine that this is just a medical examination. But your fantasies are shattered when something hard and thick slaps against your inner thigh as Naoya rearranges himself behind you, rubbing the head of his cock back and forth against your dripping entrance, coating his shaft with your juices.

“Naoya! Sir, please. I’ve never...You can’t-”

Your pleas are cut short as his hand painfully strikes your ass.

“Shut the fuck up. You’re ruining the mood with your sniveling voice. Remember what I taught you? Sluts don’t get to speak freely. They only get to moan and thank their masters.”

You don’t even know if you can speak even if you wanted to, not when his cock is forced into you in one go, the thick and lengthy shaft ruthlessly tearing you apart. It fills you, stuffing you full, and you don’t think there’s even room left in your body for words. The only thing you can release is a strangled scream, eyes and mouth blown wide open, fingers clawing at the sheets as you try to remotely ground yourself as the foreign sensation overwhelms you.

But Naoya has never been a patient man and there’s a certain sense of entertainment from watching you struggle and writhe underneath him. He begins a relentless pace before you can adjust to the feeling of him inside of you, hips slamming in and out of you, heavy balls bouncing against you.

You’re so tight, so hot, so wet and he can feel a rush of power from the confusion he begins to see setting on your face as forced pleasure begins to mix in with your fear and pain. Moans and high-pitched keens are finding their way in between distressed cries and he smirks at the way your eyes begin to roll back in your head, the way your hips begin to meet him halfway, greedily pushing back against him when he teasingly slows down his pace.

He laughs at the humiliation and embarrassment running rampant on your face when you whine as he abruptly stops

“Wow you really are a slut. You fucking love my cock, don’t you?”

He rolls his eyes as you adamantly shake your head in denial, bored by your playing hard to get act. But as he admires the way your pussy lips obscenely envelop his cock, your pretty puckered hole beckons to him.

“You’re fucking filthy, clamping down on me like a bitch in heat from just a thumb in your ass. You like that? Like having all your holes filled? Maybe when I break you in, I’ll share you with the rest of the clan. Bet you’d love that. Love having cocks in every hole, using every inch of you.”

Your orgasm takes the both of you by surprise in its speed and intensity and Naoya howls in laughter as he resumes fucking you, chasing his own high with his thumb still lodged in your ass, groaning in pleasure at how he can feel the tremors of your orgasm, the way your body convulses in the aftershocks of pleasure and onset of overstimulation.

You’re breathtaking like this, fucked silly, delirious, just a warm body and toy for him to do with as he pleases and it doesn’t take long for him to join you over the edge and add to the sticky mess already inside of you.

With a lewd pop he retracts his thumb from your now lewdly fluttering hole, shoving it into your mouth for you to clean and he smiles at how mindlessly obedient you are as you suck and lick the digit clean like it's your favorite lollipop.

You grimace when he finally pulls out, already feeling his cum beginning to leak out of you and you try and find the strength in your trembling and used body to push yourself off the bed. It’s time to retreat with your tail between your legs and you want nothing more than to spend the rest of the evening in the shower, harshly scrubbing every evidence of your utter defeat and conquest under boiling hot water.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

You open your mouth to speak, only to quickly clamp it back shut, remembering how your words only seemed to dig you deeper and deeper into trouble.

“You’re going to wash me and yourself and once we’re clean, you’re going to remain naked and in my bed until I’m ready to use you again. Think of it as a promotion. No more worrying your stupid little head about cleaning and laundry anymore. You’re being upgraded to my personal sex slave and bed warmer. Come on, I don’t have all day.”

You wonder if this is what it feels like to walk the plank, to approach your own death sentence as you robotically trail after Naoya’s figure towards his lavish bathroom. And as you lay in his bed that night, pristine and bare like a glorified sex doll, his broad arm possessively slung around your waist and forcing your bodies to mold together, you bid farewell to your past life, dreading what the future has in store for you.

BYSTANDER, G.SUGURU

❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) in which the neighbor becomes a bystander in an explicit window show.

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — reader discretion is advised: female reader, female anatomy described, profanity, exhibitionism, oral (m.receiving), masturbation (f.solo), drug usage (weed), if you squint a lil dom!geto, voyeurism, artist geto, wc: 1.6k, in need of editing, minors dni !!

part i. part ii. part iii.

THE LARGE WINDOW WAS SOMETHING YOU HAD TO GET USED. You thought about putting curtain ups, but you adored the way the natural sunlight gleamed into your newest condo. Or the fact that you had a perfect view of the apartment across from you. You weren’t even aware that someone lived in the apartment until you were near the window and saw a male figure walking around carrying around art supplies. Your curious eyes squinting to get a better look at the person, but you just couldn’t see that far.

As you ate dinner alone, you would find yourself peeping at the man across from you. He always seemed to be cooped up in his artwork. Rubbing his hands that were covered with paint onto his sweatpants or ripping a piece of paper out from his sketchbook. You found yourself wanting to get a closer look, intrigued to get a closer look at the mysterious man. So you brought a pair of binoculars. Cheeks burning in embarrassment as you realize you were a peeping Tom. How desperate could you be to invade a man’s privacy like this?

One evening when you were twisting and turning in your bed, you gave up trying to sleep. Your feet dragged across the wooden floors towards your kitchen to make your favorite tea that usually helped you fall asleep. As you walked by the huge window where the moon illuminated inside your place, your eyes nearly popped out of your head seeing the view. Your hands frantically picked up the binoculars as you looked directly towards the artist’s apartment. There he was sitting in one of his living room chairs, a rolled blunt in between his lips as another woman was in between his legs. Your heart pounded in your chest watching his fingers comb through his long jet black hair as the woman’s head bobbed up and down on his cock.

You kept mumbling to yourself that this felt so wrong. But your eyes couldn’t pry away from the sight. The way he inhaled and exhaled while a smoke cloud swirled above him as he held the rolled substance in his hand. His other hand was placed on the back of the woman’s head moving with her movements. He was enjoying the wonderful feeling of being on cloud nine due to the weed he was consuming and then being brought back down from his high due to a woman’s lips wrapped around his cock. You felt the growing heat in between your thighs as you put the binoculars down, your hands growing sweaty at the thought of what you just witnessed. You wanted to close your eyes and hopefully, when you opened, you were just hallucinating…dreaming maybe. High off the same thing, the artist was smoking. When you brought the binoculars back to your eyes, your heart seemed to drop in your chest. There he was, the artist giving you a sly wave. If you squint hard enough, you would even admit that he was giving you some cocky smirk.

He knew you were watching.

You watched through the binoculars as he gently nudged the woman off him. The woman’s face was covered with her own saliva as he gripped at her hair dragging her closer to the huge window just so you can get a better look. Your heart seemed to beat faster as you tugged one of your dining room chairs closer to the window, your thighs clamped shut to ignore the ache from your pussy that was begging for attention. As your eyes peeped through the binoculars once more, the woman continued to suck the artist off. His rolled blunt was in between his lips as he would toy with the woman’s brunette hair, eventually putting it in a ponytail to stop her saliva from colliding with her hair.

“Shit.” You muttered to yourself, the little things like that turned you on. You couldn’t help but play with the band of your pajama shorts. You were aware that if he knew you were watching, he could most likely see you.

You would put the binoculars down for a second as you tugged your shorts down. You stepped out of them letting them decorate your wooden floors as you sat back down in the chair you pulled up. Your eyes once again peeking through the binoculars once you picked them back up. The artist's large hand was placed on the window keeping his balance from the sensational pleasure he was receiving.

Your eyes peered at the man as his head fell back in complete bliss. Seeing the way his hips thrust into the woman’s mouth caused your fingers to climb into your panties. Your fingers rubbed at your folds, shocked at the fact that just by being a peeping Tom, you’ve grown wet. Brain rotting with the thoughts of the artist in the other building as you massaged your own cunt, your other hand gripping at the binoculars to get a perfect view of the artist.

Your lips parting slightly to let out a soft whimper as your fingers made a circular motion on your clit that was begging to be touched. The sight of the artist getting a blowjob from another woman caused you to be soaked below, if only you were the one whose lips were wrapped around his cock. The thought of it caused you to push two of your fingers inside to feel around your damp walls. Your fingers stroking eagerly to hit that one spot that caused your toes to curl up in pure bliss. Binoculars glued to your eyes as you watch the artist stare in your direction. A smirk on his face as he would quickly put the blunt he was smoking out. You watched as his muscles flex at each movement the brunette made on his dick. Your teeth grind against your lower lip as you removed your fingers from yourself. Your own wetness glistening your fingers that now were rubbing at your clit.

You watched as the artist’s hips thrust forward. The brunette that was on the floor hands grasped at the rug under her knees trying to hold her balance due to the sudden aggression from the man in front of her. Saliva dripping on the floor and on the brunette’s lap as tears trickled down her cheeks. The actions you were viewing caused you to rub even faster, you could feel the heat pooling in the pit of your abdomen. You watched as the artist’s head fall back as the brunette-haired woman used her hands to massage his shaft. Mimicking his motions as your head also fell back and once again insert your fingers to push around your wet walls. Your imagination lets you wonder and wish that the artist’s fingers were the one inside you, edging you on bit by bit. A moan hitched from the back of your throat as your vision was getting blurry. The last sight through the binoculars you caught a glimpse of before you were pushed into your orgasm, was the artist removing himself from the woman’s mouth. A mixture of his cum and the brunette’s saliva dripping off the artist’s cock.

The binoculars clattered to the ground once you felt your own walls clutch around your fingers. Your chest rising up and down as you seemed to slump in the wooden chair you were sitting in. Sitting in your own pool of wetness as you could see that the artists finished up also. The girl who was blowing him off was walking out of the living room to clean herself up, her face a sloppy mess as she licked her lips of any cum that spilled out her mouth. You quickly grabbed the binoculars, your cheeks steamed with embarrassment as you couldn’t even believe the action you’ve just done. When you peek through them to end your night, you see him staring right back at you. A grin on his face as he gave you a wave right before he turned his living room light off most likely to go join the woman he just face fucked.

You placed the binoculars down and started to clean the mess you made. Your mind is still racing due to the actions you just committed. It was such a new thing and your friends wouldn’t even believe you if you told them what you did. You pushed the chair back into the dining space of your condo and eventually went to go shower. Praying that the steam of the shower would push out the thoughts of the artist that was living rent-free in your mind.

The following morning you seemed to doze off on your living room couch last night, a fluffy blanket tugged on your body and your television was on. As you sat up rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you seemed to begin to remember the events of the following night. Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest as you jolted up going towards the window. You couldn’t see the artist walking around his apartment, nor did you see the brunette woman that was wrapped around his cock. But you did see something. You grabbed a hold of your binoculars, peeping through them for one last time and your lips parted to let out a scandalous gasp.

There stood in the living room close to the large window that the artist once was using as support last night was a painting. A painting so explicit that it caused you to place your hand on your chest in disbelief. The painting was a painting of you last night. On the canvas was an explicit painting of you masturbating at the view of him. You couldn’t help but notice the details he put into his work, especially considering that you live in an apartment building across from his. He had to have such a vivid imagination to create such a piece.

And in the corner, you saw his signature in black paint.

Geto Suguru.

The artist's name was Geto Suguru.