Hi, improper introduction cause I haven't decided how to introduce myself yet. I'm in my 20s and my pronouns are he/they. I plan to eventually put more work in this but I can't commit to finishing things in one go so I'll have to be making half posts and editing them later if I want to make any progress at all.
This is a NSFT blog. MDNI.
That said, this is going to be my nsft/fandom blog where I post adult content of my own making and of fandoms I'm in. This is separate from my main blog because I repost fundraisers there and it feels insensitive to have it next to whatever will be posted here. This is my first time writing a pin and I'll probably expand on it the longer I run this account. That's it for now.
In which Zandik makes a bit of a discovery and you make one about him.
Notes: *shaky thumbs up* the only reason he can get away with sexual harassment is because we're crushing on him. Also, the 'd' key on my laptop is acting up, so if any d's are missing... please pretend they aren't. This isn't about reader's pleasure.
Tags: Akademiya!Zandik x fem reader, both are students, bad flirting, titty touching, brief m masturbation, pain, marking
1k words
Reblogs and comments appreciated
Minors DNI
It wasn't that you didn't enjoy these quiet afternoons with Zandik, you absolutely did, each of you usually absorbed in your own books and assignments for the coming week's classes.
Despite his reputation, you quite enjoyed his company, blunt to a fault and surprisingly thoughtful once he'd realised you weren't about to leave him alone.
Today, however, he'd been leering at you for about forty minutes now. Fingers steepled, elbows on the table, eyes narrowed, frown unmistakable. He hadn't even tossed his head in an attempt to get the light blue strans out of his eyes during all that time.
You snapped your book shut with more force than necessary. Not even that drew a reaction from him.
"Zandik." It was always like this whenever something irked him, either he couldn't shut up about it or, typically when the matter was of a more personal nature, he didn't say anything. "You're staring. What's wrong?"
A noncommittal grunt was the extent of his response.
You groaned. "Spit it out, I can't focus when you're like that. You look like some evil old-"
"Your breasts."
Silence filled the space between you. Your skin prickled, suddenly all too aware of exactly where he'd been staring all this time. Surely you'd heard wrong, Zandik had barely seemed interested in platonic relationships, and you'd certainly never caught any hint of physical desire behind those carmine eyes.
He straightened up in his chair, the movement breaking you out of your stupor. Were you supposed to have said something? Had it been a question? Maybe you were tired and that's how you'd mis-
"They look bigger," Zandik held up his hands and made a groping motion with his fingers, "more full."
Instinct finally caught up and you shifted uncomfortably, reaching up to tug at your uniform. It didn't even have a low cut.
He tilted his head curiously, the quick flicker of his eyes back down making your cheeks heat up faster than they already were.
"What? Not big on compliments?" Zandik crossed his arms in front of his chest, clicking his tongue while you floundered for a reply.
"You- that's not a compliment!" You hated how your voice cracked. The sound of blood rushing was all you could hear for a moment, thinking you might actually pass out from sheer embarrassment.
He merely scoffed, finally brushing those teal strands away from his face. "Of course it is."
"It's creepy! Don't comment on peoples bodies! Why are you even staring there in the first place?!" At least today you'd suggested studying at your dorm instead of the House of Daena or, archons forbid, at a café in town.
Zandik twirled a pen, not even bothering to listen to your reprimand. "Right right. I'm staring 'cuz I like them, dimwit."
Your heart skipped a beat, eyes going so wide it felt like they'd pop right out of your head. The next moment was like seeing an impossible transformation take place, like Zandik realised a stream of consciousness had been spoken out loud.
He looked off to the side, teeth bared in a sneer. "The curvature has a pleasant slope from a purely aesthetic perspective.."
"An aesthetic perspective.." Your arms were still tightly wrapped in front of your chest.
Zandik tried to clear his throat, eyes dropping down to the compendium that had sat untouched by him for nearly an hour by now. Not even after flipping through several pages did his ears show any sign of getting less red.
"Think of it as scientific inquiry," he began, voice significantly less sharp now, "I'm unfamiliar with the experience of having two large glands stuck to the front of my chest."
You scrunched your nose at his choice of words but didn't interrupt. It clearly irked him that you remained silent, taking a deep breath while running his fingers through his hair.
"I'm simply curious about the structure, the weight, the give, the uhm-..." he gestured once more, palms up as he first imitated the motion of lifting something gently before turning his hands, pinching his index finger and thumb together and tugging at air.
Something traitorous fluttered in your stomach.
It barely took any time at all from you'd sighed out a little 'go ahead' to Zandik had tossed you onto the bed and climbed on top, slender fingers clumsily tugging and pulling at any fabric until your chest was bare. You'd barely had time to gasp, everything a blur until his hands had trembled just above your naked breasts.
His palms were warm, the touch exploratory and gentle at first. Little squeezes, moving the soft flesh beneath his hand, thumbs brushing over your nipples.
When the first soft breath left your lips, something in his eyes changed. Zandik looked almost feral when he repeated the movement, rolling your nipples between his fingers until you were squirming beneath him and grasping at his robes.
"So fucking soft.." He squeezed hard, pain shooting through your nerves and making your back arch.
"C-careful.."
You weren't sure if he even heard you, continuing to bury his fingers into the pliant flesh hard enough that you found yourself wondering how badly you'd bruise.
Zandik leaned down, and your pulse picked up immediately, eyes fluttering in anticipation of a kiss. Instead, overwhelming heat washed through you as Zandik's lips closed around one sensitive peak, tongue messily lapping at everything he could reach.
The suction felt like too much paired with sharp teeth scratching at your skin. Zandik moaned against your skin, one hand still squeezing and tugging at your other breast.
Small thanks left his lips between little groans and nips at your flesh. You didn't even realise that his free hand had slipped beneath his clothes before he came, biting down hard on your breast while his hips jerked with enough force to rattle the bed.
Zandik looked utterly spent as he collapsed on top of you, tongue peeking out and continuing to lap at your skin. A quiet chuckle left him when you grunted in protest, unwilling to push him off entirely because of how unreasonably sweet he looked.
"Next time," he panted, "I want to see how they feel against my cock."
dom who is quiet about when he's going to punish you. so you get away all day with back talk and snark and generally talking shit. and then he's winding you down for the day, getting you all soft and compliant with kisses and groping. all so he can get you on your knees and then absolutely ruin your throat. hand in your hair to yank you up and down his cock, then shoving it down your throat and holding it there, counting the seconds, stretching out your latest record. over and over and over again-
all so that the next day when you're making tea and your voice is so wrecked you rasp out "I hope you're happy you bastard, I can barely talk" he just mildly says "gee, you think it's cause you've been mouthing off so much lately?"
Your knees spread wider, your chest flat to the floor and your ass presented high and open. Inspection time.
Owner's fingers slid deep into the slick heat of your cunt without warning, spreading the lips wide to check the give of your hole. He pressed up, testing the inner walls and making you whine. Then his thumb found your t-dick. A slow circle around it was all that it took.
You flinched. Just a twitch, really. Only your hips bucked into his hand for a split second before you caught yourself but it was already too late.
"Did I give you permission to move, mutt?" And just like that the warmth of his hand was gone, replaced by the cold air of the room. You tried not to flinch and make it worse.
"No, sir."
The first spank landed flat and wet across your exposed cunt with a wet ‘thwack’ and you had to clench every muscle in your body to not move away from the sharp pain.
"Count."
"One... sir."
Another blow, this time lower so Owner’s fingertips catch on the sensitive hood of your t-dick which sends an electric shock straight to your core. You can feel your cunt clench, and despite everything a single drop of fluid escapes, dripping down to your dick and hanging there.
"Two sir."
Owner focused on the whole exposed expanse of your cunt next, spanking the swollen outer lips, then the wet slit of your hole, then spreading them to get to the aching base of your t-dick.
And through it all, your body betrays you.
Your cunt gushes. With every impact, a fresh wave of slick leaks out and soaking into the floor beneath you. Your dick stays painfully hard the entire time, twitching eagerly against every blow.
"You love this, don't you, puppy? You love being touched by me in any shape or form. Even when it hurts. Especially when it hurts."
You couldn't deny it. "Yes... sir... puppy loves your touch so much...."
"Any touch." He punctuated the words with three sharp slaps directly across your aching t-dick, making your whole body jolt and a sob tear from your throat. "You get wet from pain. You get hard from humiliation. You're nothing but a pathetic fuckhole who needs my touch on your useless cunt to feel worthy."
He spanked you harder, targeting the wet, gaping hole of your cunt directly, the blows making obscene wet slapping sounds. You were sobbing into your arms, trying not to move but knowing you were failing pathetically.
Finally, he stopped. He spread your asscheeks wider, taking in the full ruin of your punished cunt which was red, swollen and covered in a thick sheen of your arousal.
"Look at this mess." His thumb pressed hard against the leaking tip of your dick, making you whimper. "I had no idea that my sweet puppy was such a disgusting pain slut underneath all that."
He scoops some of your slick up, and you begin to lap at his fingers, trying to clean his hand well so he would forgive you.
Throwback to that one time I wanted to send a Dottolone x reader drable to an author's asks and I ended up writing nearly 500k words and the author encouraged me to write my own fic and post it.
I need to talk back to someone and be met with a slap in the face. I need someone to put me in my place, tie me up and make me apologize. But I'm not going to apologize, no I'm too good for that. So they'll hit me again, and again, until I'm crying and finally asking for forgiveness. But it's too late at that point, I should've thought of that before I decided to run my mouth.
I need to be at the mercy of whoever wants to deal with me. Let me look up at you from my knees and see the defiant look in the eyes when you ask me to do something.
Fuck, just stick a cock down my throat so I learn to stop talking back. Tie me up and edge me until I learn to keep my hands to myself. Beat my poor tdick until it's bruised so I learn to stop touching myself.
Throwback to that one time I wanted to send a Dottolone x reader drable to an author's asks and I ended up writing nearly 500k words and the author encouraged me to write my own fic and post it.
Throwback to that one time I wanted to send a Dottolone x reader drable to an author's asks and I ended up writing nearly 500k words and the author encouraged me to write my own fic and post it.
Oh, wait! That's literally right now!
Edit: it's not 500k, I'm just stupid and don't know how to count. Still, I'm sure it'll turn out good and I hope y'all will enjoy it once it's complete. I'm sorry for anyone that got disappointed by these news.
Imagine a ghost that would only fuck you when you had guests visiting.
You're not sure if they get off on being watched or if they just enjoy embarrassing you. But every time there's another person in your home, you know that you'll be absolutely ravaged.
It's subtle the first time. You're having a little housewarming party for your new home, and you swear that you feel someone touching you. Invisible hands groping and fondling you even when no one is close by.
You're first penetrated when you sit down to eat. One hard thrust, you're suddenly filled completely. You can feel your body gaping and dripping onto your clothes that you are somehow being fucked right through. You try to keep your composure in front of your guests, but the ghost slides deeper and deeper into you until you just can't help but moan out loud. You try to pass off your obvious orgasm at the dinner table as a prank.
You have no excuses the next time. A small evening gathering is interrupted when the ghost takes you again. Roughly. You're bent over and fucked so vigorously that everyone can see your ass jiggling with each thrust. Not even to mention the view they get down your shirt. Your guests are so shocked that they don't even think to record it.
The third time, your friends are ready. They invite themselves over, hoping to get another show. The ghost is more than happy to give one. Before you know it, your underwear is around your ankles, your top has disappeared, and you're completely exposed. Your legs are spread wide, and your friends get to watch your body gape around the invisible intrusion. You're helpless to do anything but take it as you're made to cum in front of everyone.
Little do you know, that is only the beginning.
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Xoxo, Rose
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