How About “I Am Not Letting You Walk Out This House” “don’t Cry Sweetheart” And A “you’re

Ellie hear me out…

Chrissy joining the yandere fruity four to make it the fruity five

*drops mic and walks off*

/GRABS UR MIC AND THROWS IT, KNOCKING U OUT. GET BACK HERE.

Chrissy would be such an addition to the fruity four. Feeling indebted to Eddie for saving her life from Vecna, she follows him around like a puppy trying to offer her help whenever he takes it, even though he seriously just wants her to stay safe. But then the danger passes over Hawkins (for now) and Chrissy catches wind of the strange absence of Eddie and his newfound friends from their normal schedules. He makes it to Hellfire weekly, and she usually sees him around his general hangouts, but he often is accompanied by one or a few of his friends--plus one that she's not so familiar with. You.

To say she's infatuated is an understatement. It's not clear why or how she falls so hard so fast, but she does, and thus she starts sticking her nose into yours and the fruity four's business. She can see how weird Eddie gets when she asks him questions, so she tries to get you alone--but you're never alone, you've always got Nancy or Robin or the boys on your arm or at your side. And that Steve Harrington is always staring her down, he catches her every time she's looking at you and she usually ends up shrinking back at how intense his gaze is. And if it's not just him, then Nancy's sharp eyes or Robin's soft ones lock with hers and don't look away until she buckles.

It's quite the difficult task to get her fill of you when you're always being protected, but eventually she'll find her way to your house and climb in through your bedroom window, hoping to at least find something she can take as a souvenir. But when she gets there, you're nowhere to be found--and waiting for her instead is Steve, perched on the edge of your bed with his arms folded like he's been waiting for her to show up. He's definitely a hardass to her, thinking she's got some kind of ulterior motive or she's an agent for Vecna or something, until Eddie comes crashing through the window after her to intervene. Babbles on about how Chrissy's a good girl and makes a case for her, and lucky he does, because Steve when he's jealous comes off like he's prepared to kill her just to keep her quiet.

Thankfully it doesn't come to that. Eddie's happy to introduce her to you, let you get to know each other a bit with supervision, until he and the others and you can gauge how you all feel about Chrissy. And seeing you two giggle and get along makes at least some of them smile, while others (Steve and Robin) feel pangs of jealousy. They'll learn to get along, though--especially when they find out how manipulative Chrissy can be to lower the suspicion about them and keep people away from you, plus how good of a liar she's learned to be. Whether that's to sway the outsiders into thinking nothing of your "friendship", or helping the four keep some truths from you that such a pretty little thing doesn't need to worry about.

3 days...

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You do it just to spite him, he thinks. Hanging out with his brothers, laughing so freely right in front of him, having such a good time. It irks him. He could make you laugh like that if you'd just let him.

No, that's not fair, he chastises himself, he's gross, and weird, of course you don't want to hang out with him.

So how did he end up in this situation? Stroking his cock the way he always does when he thinks about you, only this time you're watching him. You're watching him -- and you're touching your gorgeous, wonderful, juicy pussy right in front of him! Because of him!

Levi watches with rapt attention the way you pump your fingers into your core, use your other hand to play with your clit. His gaze is trained on your pussy, and if it were anyone else, you might feel shy from putting on such a show. But he is enamored, so focused on watching you that his hand has slowed on his cock.

"Levi," you hum softly, somewhere between a pant and a moan, "I want to see."

He starts slightly, moves his hand again in the same quick rhythmic pumps as before. He can't imagine why you'd want to watch him when you get to touch yourself like this. That's far more interesting to him than having to watch the gross way he jacks off, but you keep insisting, and he'd give you anything you asked for.

He won't last long. He knows as he flicks his wrist at the end of his stroke, that he'll blow his load so much faster than you will reach your high. Maybe you'll let him eat you out after, he thinks.

"I'm close," he warns, breath light and airy. His eyes are still watching the way you play with yourself, and you are far too focused on watching him than truly seeking your own release. He's pretty like this; long limbs outstretched, one hand splayed over his belly while he slides the other over his cock. A slight sheen of sweat coats his body, makes him glisten in the low light.

He comes with a whimper, spilling his seed over his knuckles and the using the extra slickness to finish the job. It's messy, fitting. He loves the way your eyes devour him.

"Now- now can-" He's about to ask if he can help you through yours, but you surge forward, seal your lips around his cock, slurp up all of his spend and he thinks he might pass out from how sensitive he is and how perfect you feel.

His voice peters off into a whine, "oh god. That's- that. That's -- fuck that feels so good."

Just wait until you sink onto him, you think, popping off of his dick like a lollipop. You move to straddle him, delighting in the way his eyes go wide and he starts to stammer something unintelligible.

"I'll do all the work," you whisper right next to his ear, "just relax."

casual horniness because it's halloween n i love werewolves ☁️

imagine ur werewolf bf being the runt of his litter. he's shorter, more submissive, not terribly strong, more like a cute puppy than a fierce wolf, n dying to just be in charge for once! you, his beloved mate, are all he's ever wanted! you're so sweet n so soft compared to his skinny roughness.

imagine it finally being a full moon n him going completely feral for your ample hips n waist. he's gripping everything he sees while eating you out, long tongue drooling all over your cute cunt while you scream out in ecstasy <3, he's not gonna stop eating till you've cum at least three times from his tongue alone :)))

once you've cum enough he's pushing you back onto the bed with a deep growl, almost daring you to challenge him n pressing his heavy, dripping cock to your soaked pussy. he's so slow abt giving you what u need too!! what a bug meanie :(((((

ofc he could never leave his mate hanging! a few gentle thrusts against your hole n he slid in with easy, letting out such cute lil awoos from how wonderful you feel around him :))))

imagine him going so feral that his mind goes blank n he starts using u like a living pocket pussy :))), he's got his arms around you, watery eyes rolling to the back of his head, mouth wide open for him to drool n tell u how good you are, how tight ur pussy is, n how much he loves u <3333

imagine his thrusting only getting rougher as he begs u to keep scratching his ears n petting his back, the thick knot at the base of his cock swelling n ready to tie you both together,,,ofc he's gonna cum inside! cumming anywhere else would be blasphemy!

his hug gets even tighter as he holds u still in order to knot your tight hole <3 n once he squeezes in???? sweet boy is throwing his head back for a big awoo with his tail wagging rapidly behind him.

once down from his high, he's kissing ur neck n apologizing like the good wolfie boy he is, all while shyly asking if he can fuck you like that again once his knot goes down <3

happy halloween, babies! get that free candy n stay safe <3☁️

totally wasn't thinking about gorou n tighnari from genshin impact when i wrote this tho- definitely wouldn't let them both blow my back completely out <3

Should’ve read the fine print...

Minors DNI

Warning(s): NSFW, dubcon

Fem!Reader

Authors Note: First time; necessary feedback, pls! Taking requests!

It’s been about a week since you’ve moved into your new apartment. Everything about it was perfect except for one thing: you’ve explored every room but one, which was locked for some reason. (If only you had read the entire catalog ad, you would’ve understood why and that all past tenants never stayed too long). You complained about it to your landlord, who hired a locksmith free of charge, thankfully. This is what your actions have come to, sadly: you, standing before hundreds of slimy, purple tentacles, coming from all around the mystery room.

You try and back away quietly toward the door in hopes of being able to leave unnoticed. Pitifully, the floorboards creek(damn, this shitty building). The tentacles immediately move in your direction as you run for the door, only to be blocked off by more tentacles. They push you to the ground and squeeze around your arms and legs, probing at your torse.

They’re not hurting you; they seem pretty curious, actually. The tentacle's touch is soft and gentle. One tentacle stops at your face...it’s...caressing your cheek? Their touches were seemingly affectionate at first but quickly became provocative. They began to slip under your clothes, feeling you up.

Again, their touch was gentle but still violating nonetheless; they groped your breasts, sucking on your nipples and coiling around them. You try and keep as much dignity you have left, biting your lip to hold back your moans. The tentacles seem to sense your defiance and dislike it very much. They tear through your clothing, leaving only your thin panties to cover you. They curl around your thighs, spreading your legs to tease you, rubbing against your clothed cunt, and nuzzling your clit; their suckers find it and abuse the little bundle of nerves.

A blissful whine escapes your lips; you can’t remember the last time you felt this good. The tentacles stroke your body with satisfaction, assumingly rewarding you for your submission. You can feel yourself getting wetter by the second. Your sense of dignity is long gone by now; you’re a wailing mess. Hair sticking to your sweat-coated skin, tear-filled eyes rolled up into your head, and while your mouth hangs open with a bead of drool leaking from the side.

The tentacles can sense your arousal, not to mention your drenched underwear. They move your panties to the side and continue to toy with your aching pussy, stroking your wet hole and sucking on your sore clit until you cum.

The tentacles let you catch your breath, lovingly massaging your body. Soon enough, you’re suspended in the air as more tentacles hold you, creating a makeshift bed to place you comfortably. Another tentacle approaches your face again, latching itself to your mouth and pushing past your lips to curl around your tongue. Is this its way of kissing you? Is it showing affection?

It’s a bit gross, but the tentacles mean well. Your body suddenly jolts as you feel a tentacle push against your sopping hole. It uses its suckers to tease you again, but as you grind yourself against it, the tentacle penetrates you, pressing against your walls to search for your sweet spot. The tentacle in your mouth begins to thrust in and out as you feel another tentacle enter your ass. The tentacle in your pussy moves rhythmically with the others as it’s sucker hit your g-spot. At this point, your mind is nothing but mush. All you see are white spots as your legs quake under the tentacles, unable to hold yourself up longer.

The tentacles wrap around your waist and lift you. You’re now ass up, face down, and being fucked mercilessly in all three holes. You can’t take it; it’s too good, too much, too many. You feel more tentacles enter your already full holes. Doesn’t this monster know you have a limit?

It doesn’t care, really. All it wants is to see you cum, and cum, again. You can feel yourself getting dizzier after each orgasm, one after another. Before you know it, you’re waking up from your fucked out haze. The tentacles seemed to have stopped fucking your brains out a while ago; they’re all curled up around your protectively, some still inside you. You try and crawl towards the door, but you’re body is useless at this point.

The tentacles drag you back to them, curling around to massage your worn-out body. It seems you won’t be leaving this room any time soon...or ever.

...

Might as well move your stuff in here.

Imagine Vampire!Barbatos tho....

Who else would be his perfect doll master but you? He will cook for you, brush and stylish your lovely hair, dress you up. Treat you like a princess 80% of the time, the other 20% he's feeding from you and letting his dark side take over.

Vampire!BARBATOS x gn!Reader, 1.2k words, nsfw. Content warnings: canon-typical vampire behaviour, possessiveness/jealousy, pet names, spicy towards the end—it's not really dubcon but it might come off that way. ♫ [ Song Rec ] | m.list

You feel his eyes on you as soon as you step into the ballroom of Diavolo’s castle. These fancy events always make you feel nervous and out of place. You usually spend the night together before these events so he can help you prepare, but last night you stayed at the House of Lamentation instead as his duties to Diavolo kept him busy.

His bedroom (and yours) are filled with the exquisite clothing he’s bought you, and he sent you instructions earlier with which clothing he wanted you to wear for him tonight. You bathed with the products he gave you too—he claims that the custom recipe he has made for you enhances your natural scent.

(He enjoys bathing you personally so he can massage you with his firm hands while he teases you with gentle touches, a playful reminder of how he'll reward you later if you behave.)

Every accessory you own—the collection of chokers, necklaces, bracelets, and chains he's bought for you—are made with the finest metals and jewels. Your outfits usually compliment your complexion and your eyes; your accessories are a reflection of him instead. The choker around your neck tonight is black and silver and adorned with tiny gemstones the same colour as the tips of his hair.

As you walk around the perimeter of the ballroom, you feel his warm, affectionate gaze linger on you from wherever he's hiding just out of sight. He weaves through the crowd seamlessly at these events, as the demon prince's silent shadow should, but you’ve yet to catch a glimpse of him.

One of the brothers tugs on your wrist and leads you towards the center of the room. Diavolo approaches you suddenly, and Barbatos follows silently behind him.

“You look radiant this evening,” Diavolo says, his voice laced with fondness for you. He respects his friend and your relationship and doesn’t dare touch you. “Don't you agree, Barbatos?”

You’re not sure anyone else notices the flicker of annoyance that hardens your lover’s expression before it's gone. Even you're not sure if you truly saw it when he nods and smiles at you.

“Quite lovely indeed,” he murmurs, but something about his sickeningly sweet tone sets you on edge. The tingling sensation of being watched follows you as you're dragged by your friends onto the dancefloor.

It's barely twenty minutes later that you finally break away from the party and mingle on the outskirts of the room with a cool drink in your hand. There's a sudden feeling of another body radiating heat against your back, and gloved fingers reach around you and gently pull your drink away. He sets it on a table nearby and touches your waist.

"Would you mind accompanying me to the kitchen? I have a small task to complete and would like the privilege of your company.” He’s always so formal to keep up appearances, but you suspect there’s some hidden meaning in his words you haven’t deciphered yet.

(There always is).

He offers you his arm and you leave the party together. His shoulders are stiff with tension as he leads you away from the ballroom, but despite his odd demeanor you're still grateful to spend time alone with him.

The rest of the castle is empty except for the servants carrying out various chores. When you arrive at the kitchen doors, he gestures for you to enter first. There’s a flurry of activity inside as the Little Ds pick up their trays of Demonus and make a quick escape through the servant’s entrance on the opposite side of the room.

You smile and wave at them as they leave, but the door shuts behind you and the lock clicking into place makes you freeze.

“You look exceptional this evening,” Barbatos breathes next to your ear. His gloved fingers caress your cheek and slowly run up and down the curve of your neck. “It's enough to drive me mad,” he confesses, lips brushing your skin just above the choker. He unfastens the clasp and slides the delicate item into his pocket for later.

He kisses the lingering puncture marks he made two nights ago—the skin is bruised and the puncture wounds are still not fully healed. He prefers that you don't use magic or potions to speed up the healing process, so you don't.

(He'd never deny you if you were in true pain or discomfort, but he would prefer to care for you himself than ask you to drink whatever flimsy potion one of your friends might try to feed you.)

“I get the sense that something’s bothering you,” you admit quietly, and he hums. "Do you want to talk about it?" you ask nervously, but when you try to look at him, he holds your chin to keep you still.

"A simple problem requires a simple solution," he mutters to himself. "All I could smell was them on you,” he clarifies for your benefit, and it’s the only warning you have before you’re pushed forward against one of the stainless steel counters. Deft fingers tug at your waist and unbutton the burdensome clothing that gets in his way of touching you. You gasp when cool air hits your bare skin.

No matter what bath products he buys you, it’s not enough to completely wash away the scent of the others you live with. The clothes that hang in your closet don’t smell like him, not like the ones in his castle bedroom do.

The possessive beast inside him seethes with rage others that see you and crave you like he does might think you’re not claimed. You taunted the beast inside him when you walked into that ballroom smelling like so many others but not him.

Even if you weren't wearing the choker around your neck, those healing bites alone aren’t enough to deter those that might try to take you for themselves. You’re his, and he’ll do whatever it takes to make sure everyone knows that—including you.

“What—what about the party?” you whimpered, overwhelmed by his body smothering yours and the pleasure of his hand exploring between your legs.

He's barely started and you can already smell the musky scent from between your thighs. The evidence he'll leave inside you when he's finished will drip down your legs and paint your skin; you have no doubt the stains will soak through the thin fabric of your pants for the others to see.

His fangs tease the sensitive skin of your neck, lingering higher than his other marks, too high for your choker to hide from view. Slick fingers tease at your entrance and you gasp as one slips inside.

“Everyone will know—“ you stammer, one final plea to remind him that perhaps this isn't a good idea, but his quiet, condescending chuckle interrupts you.

“Precisely, my dear,” he purrs, biting into your neck and groaning as the first pulse of blood coats his tongue. A hand encased in soft leather covers your mouth and muffles your cry as he buries himself inside you with a sharp snap of his hips.

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Heyo! I hope you're doing well! For the new NSFW asks, how about 39: "do you have a mommy kink", "no", "do you want one?" with leonardo, I've been waiting for a mommy kink with leonardo so I figured now would be a good time to ask lol 😂

Y’all heathens have to reignite my “Leo Has A Mommy Kink” debate.

So yes of course I can.

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

There are several aspects about Leo’s life that he quite enjoys keeping private.

You don’t earn the nickname Honor Boy without exactly living up to it. So naturally he doesn’t go about voicing things that needn’t concern his chatty brothers and their abilities for dumb nicknames.

It just doesn’t concern them that he’s, well he’s not the purest of the bunch. So what he likes to blow off steam and said steam requires particular things for it to be blown off. Nobody needs to know how much he’s read up on rope play and shibari (it’s artistic he swears) and nobody needs to know that his own internet history searches could rival that of Donnie.

And nobody needs to know that he may have a slight, tiny, minuscule, itty bitty mommy kink.

He feels his neck already all hot and sweaty when it comes to you, so it was quite uncalled for (in his mind) for you to talk kinks with him one late night in his room. Because contrary to Donnie who isn’t ashamed of his likes, Leo is still working through that. He doesn’t know how exactly to voice it, he isn’t stoked about sitting down with Donnie (who would be the most understanding) because he’s a little repressed to this day.

But you’re much more open, shameless and so nonchalant about it. He quite envies it to be honest, how you can laugh and giggle your way through a list you found online and have been reading to him about kinks.

And yes Leo’s laughed too, some of them sound so bizarre and not in the least bit appealing.

And yes he’s tried not to look too shameful about knowing some that you’ve never heard of.

“People really make a kink for anything, I bet there’s somebody right now inventing a new one” You scrolled on your phone, grinning when you landed on one in particular you knew all too well. You sat up a little straighter on Leo’s bed and cleared your throat.

“Daddy kink? Does is spark joy or not?” You gave your best game show voice and Leo shook his head with a chuckle. “I dunno, not really, there’s better authoritative names” He clears his throat, trying not to allude too much to what would end him if a girl ever said it to him.

“I suppose you’re on to something there, I’m either or, maybe in the heat of the moment who knows” You do notice that some of these have probably hit home for him, he had been a little more talkative before but as the list progressed, the more shy he got.

Something about that makes you so astonishingly delighted.

“Once a guy called me Mommy and I have to say, awakened something in me” You studied his reaction, Leo swallowed and did not in anyways let his eye stray towards you.

Oh boy.

“Do you have a mommy kink?” You flat out asked him, grinning. Leo kept his eyes anywhere but on you.

“No” With just a little more conviction he could’ve made it believable the poor soul.

“Do you want one?” You ask him with every seductive incentive that only serves for Leo to swallow.

You sit up on your knees and rest your hands on his shoulders, Leo can’t really stay with his eyes glued to one of his bonsais forever, so he caves.

Oh god does he cave.

“What’s wrong sweet boy?” You coo at him, hands running up his hot neck and resting on his cheeks. “Is my precious little boy embarrassed?” You caress his cheek, even going so far as to adjust his mask and Leo feels like he’s going to scream because blood rushing to places it shouldn’t right now.

“It’s ok, mommy’s goodest boy doesn’t have to be embarrassed about anything, yeah?” And you have to bite your lip from smiling so much when Leo honest to god shakes his head at your inquiry. You thumb his bottom lip and lean in close enough to feel his warm breath. “Have you been good? Have you been the most good boy for me?” You watch his tongue dart out to lick his dry lips as he nods.

The surge of power that shoots through your veins, it was definitely something you us become a fan of. But Leo’s reaction had been way more entertaining than that of your old flame. Your eyes landed on his lap, clearly this had pulled a very interesting reaction out of him. “Tsk tsk, did I say you could get excited?” You chastised him, tapping his lips with your finger.

How the night shifted to this was beyond Leo, he was lost in the mood, in the heat behind your words and there was no way he could stop his cock from filling up due to it. A part of him wanted to be embarrassed, he considers himself such a strong willed person, not easily cracked but yet here you were making putty out of him with such sweet words. You leaned in, voice a whisper. “Are you okay with this? Want me to stop?” You wanted to check in after all, but you would not continue if this was overstepping any boundaries with him.

Leo took a shuddering breath.

“No...mommy”

You bit the inside of your cheek, that shouldn’t have made you so hot. With a soft fingertip to the middle of his plastron, you followed a path downwards toward his already tenting shorts. You heard him gulp and once your hand was inside you gripped him with every intention of making squirm.

And messy.

Because Leo has to appreciate some messes.

“You’re such a good boy, my good blue boy” You jerked his cock slowly, each pump deliberate with the goal of hearing him struggle to autores a noise. A strong hand found your thigh and gripped it, several choked moans and whines escaping him. Pressing your lips to his cheek you hushed him, you kissed the spot just as you began to speed up your movements. Leo’s hips wanted to buck up into your tight grip, he felt your lips travel towards his ear and a smug tone that only served to make his cock leak. “Who has a mommy kink after all?” Oh he would’ve crawled into a hole and the way you giggled only made the situation worse.

He felt himself cum without warning, which only made the situation even more amusing for you, some of it shot up towards your shirt as you kept pumping. Leo didn’t even know if he could muffle his sounds more by. “Messy messy, you ruined mommy’s shirt” You grinned, still lazily stroking him as he slumped back against the pillows. His soft blue eyes found yours, if he could turn red he would’ve been by, you leaned down and kissed him.

As you pulled away, Leo gently reached for your stained hand and brought it towards his lips.

“May I clean my mess up...mommy?”

You bit down on your bottom lip and nodded.

Oh this would be such a fun new thing for the two of you and even as Leo (embarrassed to high end but still greatly enjoying himself) licked your fingers and palm of his own cum, he knew as well that maybe sharing his likes wouldn’t be so bad after all.

・✶ ｡ﾟyou finally let mammon feel all of you for the first time. warnings : f. reader, some possessive talk, mammon goes raw for the first time.

“fuck.” mammon spits quietly as he kneels over you, the base of his fat cock in his hand while he guides the blunt head through your folds.

“ya sure ‘bout this, baby? t-thought about this s-so much—“ he curses softly when he fumbles slightly, the other hand that’s resting on your waist tightening as he tries to line himself up again, a little too eager to sink into your tight cunt and feel all of you.

your lips part to answer him but you only manage a whimper and a nod when the fat head finally pushes into your already flexing walls and mammon groans, gliding past the spots that have your thighs twitching around his waist to force even more of his cock inside of you.

he feels like the rooms spinning, your walls tightening and sucking him in the deeper he goes and he can feel every flex of your muscles against his cock until he’s almost hunched over you, resting his forehead against your shoulder when he finally bottoms out, the hand that was previously on your waist moving to twist in the sheets beside you.

“o-oh fuck, baby. you’re so tight, fuck! ya feel so good.” mammon grunts, the muscles in his back expanding with each of his shakey exhales as he tries to catch his breath above you—a little embarrassed at how close he already feels but how can you blame him when he can feel every twitch and flex of your pussy around him, arousal pooling in his lower stomach as he hisses through his teeth before finally drawing his hips back.

“‘ts g-gonna feel so good fillin’ up this perfect—fuckin’—pussy, all mine.” his voice is low, slightly shakey with anticipation and need as he follows each word with a sharp thrust, cursing under his breath when you babble and grab at him so needily with each smack of his hips against yours, his cock thickening and twitching against the addictive, needy hug of your body—your walls almost desperately trying to pull him back each time he rocks his hips “oh, baby. ‘ll give it to ya—it’s all y-yours too.”

mammon growls wordlessly, leaning over you once again as his hands grab at the pillow next to your head—his other hand digging almost painfully into your waist to help with pulling your hips down to meet each of his heavy thrusts, your body clapping against his as he fucks into you, panting over the skin of your neck before his lips are gliding over the most sensitive parts that have you keening below him.

“‘s it feel good? yeah? shiiiit—ya drive me fuckin’ crazy. ya love—“ he takes a ragged breath, rolling his hips into yours a little sloppily before he groans again “y-ya love how good i make ya feel, don’t ya?” and you whine, grabbing at his broad shoulders to keep yourself some what grounded as his thrusts speed up, and he curses roughly when you leave red marks on his smooth, tanned skin, his pace stuttering when it only makes his cock throb inside you—his lips parted as he pants and growls in your ear, his thrusts loud and clapping.

“goddamn, wanna feel all of ya, baby—ughhhh—“ the silver haired demon babbles, his brows furrowing as he drinks in the sound of your sweet moans and the feeling of your walls around him, memorising every dip of your body. “f-fuckin’ cum for me. holy shit—i gotta feel ya, fuck!”

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Gally: And of course, Y/N was there, looking at everyone with her ridiculously big eyes.

Minho: Why is he talking about Y/N?

Newt: I don’t know. I asked him about the new shack and somehow we ended up here.

Ordering your mostly obedient slave to fuck you senseless and see them hesitate since they respect you too much and hold you in high regards but also don't want to disobey your words. And they fuck you like some rugged, feral being far from their usual meek and submissive self and they just continue moving their hips and using their mouth to make you finish so many times that you can't even count it. They're just being good, right? They're not being a disrespectful pet, right? They're doing as they were ordered but you just feel so good they're losing their mind and losing control of their body, right? Fuck. Need more. Want more. Tell me I'm doing good, master. Tell me I'm the best toy you have. Please...please...please.