Contains: FEMALE READER. cockwarming, consensual filming?, mean scara, degradation (whore), dirty talk, humiliation, exhibitionism(?), reader is in just a shirt, pre-established relationship
He was live. He was live streaming — and you were settled on his cock. Your back was to the camera so it just looked like you were settled on his lap, hugging him. An innocent take to those who didn’t know, but little did chat know that you were sitting on his dick, pussy clenching every time he got a kill.
Your face was buried in his neck, muffling the small whimpers that slipped your lips, trying your best to stay as quiet as you could so his mic wouldn't pick up on it. The soft rock of your hips had his cock pulsing in your cunt. Your pussy was drooling everywhere, soaking into his unzipped pants and making a mess of both your thighs.
"..Scara..?" You had mumbled, hiding your face in his shoulder, biting down on your lip when he shifted, his tip kissing that sweet spot that made you see stars.
He offered a low hum of acknowledgement, sparing a sly, fleeting glance and smirk at you before turning back to his stream and continued playing his game. His eyes skimmed at his chat, briefly scanning over the messages before one had caught his eye.
"Yea I do have someone in my lap. My babygirl is rather clingy when I do twenty-four hour streams like this, so why not just have 'em here with me?"
His comment got a few messages of agreement. Some asked who was in his lap and why your face was hidden. Scara had skipped over the ones that had asked about you personally and would require a personal answer, one in particular catching his eye.
“i wonder if his partner is a good hit..”
He narrowed his eyes, pausing the game as his hands then grabbed your chin and meanly squished your cheeks, watching as his grip puckered your lips. His voice was rough and thick with an unspoken emotion, "Wanna tell chat that you're my whore and no one elses? Go on and tell chat how you're currently sitting and keeping my fat cock nice and warm while I play my game?"
Your eyes widened as you stiffly shook your head, far too embarrassed to ever admit something so provocative online, nonetheless to strangers.
"No? You don't want people to know whose cock is splitting you open right now?" His comment sent a wave of heat rising to your face, your cheeks feeling hot and you whined.
"All these cute little noises you're making for chat, you should see all their comments about you... disgusting really if you ask me, I bet they're touching themselves wishing it was them in my spot."
"Scara—" Your words were partially slurred by his grip on your face, small tears pricking in your eyes by how mean he was being. You weren’t used to him talking about you in such a degrading manner.
"What? Too embarrassed to share how messy your pretty little pussy is? How much it’s drooling all over my lap? Bet you’re getting off to me humiliating you in front of thousands of people"
"M’'not- scarAH—" You were cut off by his sharp thrust, his hips pressing his tip firmly against your cervix as the small tears in your eyes fell in tandem with the strangled moan leaving your lips.
He scoffed, shaking his head, mumbling under his breath as he watched chat go crazy. The messages were flying in so fast, he could barely catch a glimpse and his donation alerts were going off every so often announcing the rather large amounts for both you and him to hear.
"Utterly filthy. Both you and my viewers. tch" He sneered, glancing back at his camera and quickly ended his stream, leaving those who were watching look at the end screen and you, a teary eyed, needy mess on his lap.
notes: vague book of bill spoilers, petplay, humiliation, nsfw topics + bill being mean, lmao
having ever let bill have even a small glimpse of your mind is, in many ways, a bad idea. besides the general horrors he can call upon someone's mind with a snap of his fingers, it's also just horribly embarrassing, unless you're some kind of saint. because he has an impeccable memory, especially regarding things he personally finds amusing. (read: hilarious to him, humiliating for you.)
bill's tried sex. multiple times, even. not super duper his thing. first of all, he can't have it with his own body, not in any 'traditional' sense of the word, anyway. (his eye was the only unique trait he got back as a two dimensional being! cock and balls weren't included in the package!! no need for a sex drive within a species that doesn't procreate with anything like sex.) and possessing someone just for the sake of it feels dumb. if he's lugging a sack of meat around, he'd much rather hurt himself, than feel pleasure- he simply prefers the former.
but oh booooy does he love 'weird' sex stuff! sex-adjecent activities! some things he finds so absolutely stupid and ridiculous, that it turns around to being hilarious. it's such an easy mark to make fun of people, also! (unless they're into humiliation- but that jokes been made to many times, at this point.) there's just this wild range of things people can be into, there's practically one assigned freak for it.
maybe you're into petplay! honestly, this is also pretty high up on the list of kinks bill would personally enjoy. the vibe of it all. the most extravagant collar with a heavy nametag will be clasped around your neck. he'll card his fingers through your hair, suddenly tugging on them, all the while cooing at you that you're such a silly, dumb little pup. you aaaare, aren't you? you are! he's read all your stupid little thoughts, knows the ins and outs of all of your fantasies- sadly enough. he knows better than anyone that the best life you can wish for is to live it on his leash, and do exactly what you're told.
cw: bondage (pillory), spitting, impact play (flogging, pussy slaps, spanking), brat taming, humiliation, degradation, fingering, squirting, overstim, vaginal sex, size kink, anal play, creampie, cum play/eating, no after care.
wc: 2.8k>
a/n: reblogs > likes. happy late birthday tsukki. no minors or blank blogs. big thank you to luna and camille for beta reading :>
it hurts. the splintered wood digs into the soft skin of your neck and wrists in the confinements of the pillory. your awkward posture strains your spine and legs. it's dirty. the dirt caked floor of the dark and musty dungeon you're stuck in is only illuminated by a ill kept wax candle on the wall. you've no clue what time it is or even what day it is, the lack of windows effectively cutting off all communication to the world outside- all except for him, of course.
you hear the familiar tmp, tmp of heavy boots coming down the corridor and clinking of keys before he's at your door, peering through the bars at you with that signature sinister eye. once the door opens he puts his keys back on the loop on his sash, dark cloak hiding them once again, just barely out of reach.
"how's my favorite prisoner doing?" he asks. he's not looking at your face, instead, his eyes are laying heavy against your chest, suddenly reminding you of how bare you are, remembering his denial of any clothing on your person with a quick "criminals don't deserve clothes.” the scoff you send his way has his eyes meeting yours, evil glint present as ever.
"still not talking?" he questions, more rhetorical than anything. you drop your head to break his gaze, your eyes now trained on your bare feet that step on the dirty brick until his boots come into your field of vision. thin fingers dig into the meat of your face to regain eye contact.
"i've been patient, tried being nice," at this you laugh, "nice" was not a part of tsukkishima's character. his fingers dig deeper into your face causing you to wince. "but it seems you wanna do things the hard way." he states, pushing your head off his hand before stepping back slightly.
your eyes stay on him as he undoes the bow on the sash that covers his waist, eyes watching the way he opens his garment to reveal an array of floggers tied to a belt on his body. he catches the way your eyes widen, sneering at the panicked look on your face.
"we're gunna try something different today," he starts, hands coming to untie a decent sized flog. "we're gunna see..." he continues, stepping closer, with each word. "if this. will help. you talk." he smiles, face teasingly close to yours.
he steps back slightly with a sneer to drag the cool leather over your hands, letting you feel what you were about to get. without warning his hand reels back and a heavy whip smacks hard against the soft skin of your tummy, red blooming in tiny strips at the contact. your eyes widened and a choked gasp croaks out before you even know what's going on. another smack comes to your left breast before you can even think about how it hurts, then another to the right one, and another, and another, repeating the process on both as he watches how red and puffy your buds get under his hand.
He grips your face again to see the tears welling in your eyes, his own darkening at the sight of you. "well?" he asks, "feel like talking yet?".
as heavy handed and cruel as he was, you weren't planning on giving in this quick, no, that'd be too easy. you look at him defiantly before spitting directly on his cheek, to which he closes his eyes and drops his head, a dark chuckle filling your ears.
his hand drops from your face to wipe at your spit, face now overcome with something darker, hungrier. his spit covered palm reels the flog back and smacks against your bare pussy, hard.
"fff'aaah!' you cry, legs buckling under you as the sting sets in, he's relentless though, landing smack after smack on your poor cunny till it's red and puffy like your chest, tears now flowing freely down your face. your wrists thrash in their wooden jail, eyebrows knit tightly together as his hand keeps going.
your heavy breathing is all that's heard as you see him drop the flog. watching as it lays on the ground. he catches the way you look back up at him, face red and teary in a silent plea for mercy. Unfortunately, he opens the robe once more to reach for a slightly bigger flog, this one looking heavier than the last.
his hand reaches over to grab at the hair at your scalp to force your look up, a cry leaving you as your neck strains in the confines.
"think you can spit on me and get away with it? i was being easy on you earlier, was gunna stop after a few but you asked for this." he spits, hacking an awful sound from the back of this throat to spit back in your face.
your body tenses as you watch him move out of your sight behind you, panic setting in. With no warning, he lands the first hard smack on the bouncy flesh of your ass.
"ah!" you cry, flog landing relentlessly at your supple skin. He gives your ass a break as he drops the flog to smack at the backs of your thighs, more pained sobs coming from you. he switches his movements up and has the flog coming to smack your puffy cunt, earning a moan from you, which surprises you both.
he halts his movements and pauses for just a second before landing another smack to your sex, pulling another moan from you.
"are you... enjoying this?" he asks, curiosity filling his tone though aimed for condescension.
you don't answer, heavy breathing and sniffling filling the air. at your lack of response he lets the flog drop as he bends down behind you, fingers coming to spread the fat of your ass to peek at your holes -soaked.
"you're disgusting" he chuckles, but you can hear the pull in his voice. you squeal when his fingers come down to spread the lips of your pussy open as he curses under his breath at how it glistens. "you're soaked," he states, fingers running over your folds to collect your arousal before straightening back up to bend over your body, he reaches his hand over the pillory to shove his fingers in your mouth. your eyes widen at the intrusion but also at the feeling of something hard pressing into your ass -and not the flogs.
"taste. taste how fucking wet you are from me hitting you. you're fucking filthy."
choked sounds come from you as he shoves his long fingers in your mouth without care. he pulls them out and smears the spit all over your face ante landing a heavy tap against your cheek, a whine leaving you.
“shut up," he mutters, coming back to crouch at eye level with your holes. you hear sounds of clothes hitting the floor and then big hands coming up to spread your pussy once more. another embarrassed whine leaves you as you shift in your restraints. a breathy "h'oh" and a squeak from the pillory echos as your captor blows cool air directly on your clit, your tiny opening squeezing around nothing as more slick is pushed out.
without warning you feel two lithe fingers easily make their way into your cunt, courtesy of your mess, an automatic squeeze and shudder on your end pulls a mirthy huff from behind you. tsukishima has to swallow a groan at how tight and hot your insides feel flexing around him, heavy cock twitching in response
his fingers give a testing curl you and effortlessly hit your angel spot with their length, the reaction immediate as your muscle squeezes around him tighter than before and a high "mnn'ah!" leaves you. callous fingers adopt a relentless pace inside you as he batters into your spot, bringing you to your high faster than both of you had thought.
your body was still buzzed from the incessant flogging and now from his ministrations, your mouth opened in a silent scream while a third finger is introduced. the stretch is enough to make you shake as the heat in your stomach winds toward its breaking point, something unfamiliar building.
"f-fe- feels weird -nghh! i dont- i th-" you choke out, wrist rubbing raw against the wood, "i'm gunna p-pee! ple-" you're cut off by a large hand coming over your mouth, a "tch" heard from behind you as he stands to his full height for a better grip on your face. you scream into his palm as the coil finally snaps, cum shooting out of you and all down his wrist. his movements don't stop, fingers pulling out of you to rub your twitching clit he had left ignored, spraying cum everywhere and all over the both of you. the pillory squeaks with your shaking, muffled screams of never before felt pleasure die in his hand, drool collecting on the inside while tears roll down your face.
both hands leave your body and you're gasping for breath, legs still twitching from the aftershocks as you let your head hang, exhausted. your ears ring from the intensity and you feel yourself continue to squeeze around nothing, your eyes catch the mess you made on the floor and you become aware of the residue from your orgasm continuing to drip down your legs.
in all honesty you'd forgotten about the man in the room with you for a second before a spank to your puffy pussy has you squealing. his boots come into your line of view again, pale hand carding itself in your hair to force eye contact once more. he's met with your fucked out face and pupil blown wide, red tint over your cheeks as tears continue falling and mixing with your drool.
He’s thankful for the mess you made on his cloak, hiding the wet spot that's started to grow on his pants from his neglected cock.
"you got me dirty." he spits, face coming down to mere inches from yours, a pink hue across his own cheeks. he leans in to whisper in your ear, hot breath fanning over your skin, "now i'm gunna get you dirty."
before you have time to even process what he said he drops your head once more, boots leaving your field of vision as he takes his place behind you again. once the ringing in your ears subside you can hear him pulling his shirt off and fiddling with the knot on his pants, undoing his belt and letting them pool around his ankles. his cock twitches eagerly when finally freed, tip red and swollen with pearls of clear running down the length of it. he gives himself a few tugs as he shuffles closer to you, indifferent facade cracking as you hear how ragged his breaths are without even touching you.
the same large hands you've grown familiar to find themselves on your hips as he presses himself against your skin, one hand coming to maneuver his cock under you and rub between your engorged lips. he catches your clit with his tip a few times and you whine, trying to move away from the stimulation. "don't run." he warns, a hard spank coming down on your bottom.
he reels his body back a bit to line himself up with your hole, scoffing at the way you try sucking him in, "greedy. my filthy prisoner still wants more? hmm?" he asks rhetorically. he pushes the tip in ever so slightly and you both groan, his grip on your hips tightening as he speaks again, voice an octave lower, "i'll give you more".
with that he bottoms out in one harsh thrust, fighting the urge to cum right then and there at the noise you let out and the erratic squeezing of your walls. he rocks his hips experimentally as he grounds himself, stilling for only a moment before starting a brutal tempo. the force of his hips so strong he lifts your body up off the ground until you're barely able to stand on your tippy toes, the entire pillory rocking with you both. he sneaks a hand under chest to tug and tweak meanly at your nipples, still red from earlier. your mewls only fueling his relentless abuse of your body.
"you keep clenching," he gruffs out, voice strained, "d'you hear that?" his question punctuated with a particularly hard thrust, " the sound of skin clapping against skin fuels your embarrassment as you realize he's talking about how loud your pussy's being, squelching and sucking lewdly. your eyes squeeze shut and you shake your head as if that'd be enough to brush him off.
"not talking?" he tuts, fingers leaving your nipples to come back to your ass, his hands spread your cheeks apart almost painfully and you flinch when you feel a thick wad of spit coming down on your unused hole. "maybe you'll talk if i play in here?" he taunts, mean finger rubbing over your puckered skin.
your body tenses up at this, panic laced in your voice "n-no! not t-there! n-ahh!". he cuts you off again with one of his fingers slowly pushing past the tight ring of muscle, your pussy squeezing impossibly tighter around him as he gets to the first knuckle deep in your ass, a dark laugh bubbling in his chest at how you push your hips back to meet his despite your desperate protests.
"fuck... fuck! you keep getting tighter, i can hardly pull out anymore," he groans, "i knew you'd like this." his voice is breathy as his thrusts getting sloppier. your high "ah ah ah!"'s chime in his ears as he feels you getting closer.
"m gunna.. g- gunna," you gasp, "gunna cum!" you whine, the last word drawn out wantonly. his pace is desperate as he fucks you through your high, cum splashing all over his balls and thighs as the force of your orgasm nearly pushes him entirely out of your pussy. the grip on your waist is bruising as he's only a few thrusts behind when he finally cums with a loud and pained groan, body hunching over with his head resting on your back while he continues to fuck both of you into overstimulation, cock twitching while loads of hot cum start filling you up.
you stay like that for a while as you both catch your breaths, bodies sweaty and heaving from exhaustion. he straightens back up to pull his softening cock out of you, a spent sob leaving your body at the friction while continuing to clench around him erratically. he hisses when he finally pulls out, cum coated dick falling between his legs as he spreads you open to watch in awe the way you push his cum out, the mess on the floor growing by the second.
in a haze he brings his face down to slurp his creampie out, your screams of "no! no! too much s'too much!" falling deaf on his ears as he uses muscled arms to keep your hips in place, only pulling off when he deems enough cum sucked out. he makes his way in front of you again, his fucked out face crouching in front of yours to pull you into a uncoordinated kiss by the jaw, you start to sputter when you realize he's pushing the cum he ate out of you back into your mouth with his tongue.
when he finally pulls away -reluctantly at that, he suppresses a smirk at how you try and follow his lips, his pupils just as blown as yours as they burn into you. "swallow." he orders between breaths, only letting go of your face when he sees your throat bob with his command.
"open", it comes out uncharacteristically softer than both of you expect, but you listen nonetheless. shiny puffy lips parting to reveal the present he gave you had been swallowed. he can't help the smile that comes from your obedience. is this what he had to do to get you to listen?
he offers a hushed "good." with a soft tap at your cheek. he makes his way behind you as he wipes himself off, pulling his pants back up and grabbing his robe off the floor, dusting it off a bit before putting it back on. you're too fucked out to notice him making his way toward the locked door again, attention only falling on him when he speaks.
"i'll be back later to see if you're ready to talk," he starts, keys jingling as he opens the door and steps out, speaking to you through the bars , "or if we'll have to do things the hard way again".
Deathly and morbidly curious about the Jack Horner noncon,,,, please elaborate
uhehehehheheHEHE FINALLY. thank you for being the willing victim of my whims, anon. blows u a kiss.
notes: noncon, size difference (Bad), jack horner is HORRIBLE and COMPLETELY unapologetic abt it. just like in canon <3
Jack Horner has hordes of people working for him, and legions more that want to. (Well, duh. The pay is great, but that's only because very few last longer than a paycheck or two, and fewer remain to collect their dues after 'resigning'.) This means that it's awfully easy to get away with abusing a few here and there, then dumping them by the wayside once he gets bored. There are plenty willing to take their place, after all.
The way he fucks you depends on both his mood, and the circumstances leading up to it. If you've fucked up an important job, or simply gotten in his way while he was already in a bad mood, it's anger that fuels him. He'll have your skull in a death grip to keep your body from jostling around while he's forcing his cock inside you- And he laughs at you once the entry gets a bit easier. See? Was that now so hard, huh? (Whether it's arousal that's slicking up your hole, or something else, that's an entirely different story. He's called 'Big' Jack Horner for a reason.)
The most likely reason he'll use one of his employees as a toy however, is mere boredom. A need for a distraction. Jack Horner is not a good guy. He knows this. Everyone knows this. If he can feel even more powerful for a little while, and even feel pleasure while doing so, that's a win-win in his eyes. This is how a random employee might have the displeasure of finding themselves bend over his desk, with not even a pay raise or anything promised in return.
He finds it funny if you struggle, until he doesn't. He'll roll his eyes, and clamp one of his hands around your body to keep you entirely still, while saying something like: Look. I'm trying to fuck you here? Not sure if you were able to tell. But, ah... I'd stay still from now on, if I were you. Or I might decide to do something else.
Long story short: Jack Horner is absolutely horrible, and I feel he would absolutely, definitely noncon. For funsies! He's evil, after all. I briefly considered the idea of a Reader who had some kinda twisted crush on him, and him playing along and then raping you... But I don't think Jack could get invested enough in something to actually follow through with that HAHA He has better things to do than that.
bro more than anything I NEED Ingo to desperately need to pee while in public. In my headcanon, Ingo is actually incredibly bladder shy. He cannot use public restrooms. It's that bad. Naturally, this can lead to issues when he's out, though not typically, as he's careful to avoid being out for too long and drinking too much coffee.
WELL. It can still happen. Emmet is obviously aware of his brother's issue, but doesn't have a similar one (heck if he has an s/o with a piss fetish. he will gladly indulge them with it). I just need the twins to be hanging out, perhaps shopping, and Ingo realizes he's beginning to get the urge to pee. It's not bad, however they are quite a ways from home. He ignores it, but due to one reason or another, he begins to get more desperate. He tells Emmet, and the two head to a public restroom, but unlike Emmet, Ingo is unable to go, no matter how relaxed he makes himself. As time passes, Ingo can only feel his bladder expand more and more, he tries again in a restroom, but just can't. Finally, as his bladder begins to feel the need to burst, he gets jolted by a random Joltik that hopped off Emmet's shoulder into his. Needless to say, Ingo released all what his bladder was holding then and there. Is he in public surrounded by people? Or is he behind some building just with his (very shocked yet verrrrry calm) brother? I can't decide! Both are great! Either way, Emmet is quick to act by buying his brother new pants.
Oh boy though if Ingo was dating me i'd be pressing on his bladder and listen to his strained sounds~
notes: omorashi, piss, public wetting, humiliation
Ingo would never use a public urinal in general, he always enters a locked stall to feel as few prying eyes as possible... He sits down, closes his eyes and takes deep breaths- His bladder is so full that it feels about to burst, but not even putting his hands on the area and pressing down is enough to get him to leak. The pressure never leaves, and he has to grit his teeth while rubbing his thighs together. After minutes of this, more than he'd like to admit, he ends up leaving the stall and lying to Emmet that it went well, and washes his hands. (Emmet probably wouldn't believe him, they know each other too well, but doesn't push the subject.)
It'd be so bad for Ingo if he were to piss himself in public! The Joltik's action was completely unintentional, and it doesn't even know what it's done, but Ingo would be on the verge of tears (both from shame, as well as relief) as the wet spot spreads and spreads on the black fabric of his pants. If he closes his huge coat and wraps it tightly around himself, it might go largely unnoticed- Though the noise he makes are hard to explain, and if anyone looked down they would be sure to see his piss dripping down the sides of his shoes, and forming a puddle underneath his legs. Because of his fame, he'd never hear the end of this if anyone happened to snap a picture, and the idea makes him feel somewhat sick.
Emmet is immediately shooting into action to distract as many people as possible from his brother's predicament, and releasing his Galvantula and Eelektross 'on accident' at the same time achieves this. (He also makes his Eelektross use a water move to clean the floor.)
Ingo is red-faced the rest of the day though, and speaks a lot less than usual.
thinking about... nsfw of god!volo vs. worshipper!volo. thank u <3
notes: gn!reader, religious themes, humiliation (for the ‘god’ part), unhealthy relationships
who could have expected that, as a god, he would still thrive off of your attention?
though, saying he enjoys the power he has over you would be more accurate. he needs you to acknowledge it, again and again and again- there’s rarely anything romantic in your lovemaking. no, it’s you, being made to crawl on your hands and knees to worship his cock. he’ll pull words out of you, of how much of a privilege it is to be allowed to serve him this way, his cum inside you a blessing... and the more humiliated you look, the more he enjoys it. volo loves doing things like forcing his fingers in your mouth until drool spills out past your lips, and then calling you vile for it. but, no matter how many times he says it, he never pushes you away.
if he touches you, it’s definitely a reward. you’re even luckier if you get to cum. don’t even think about doing so without his permission, because he will be able to tell. perhaps godly powers shouldn’t be used for making you cum over and over again without the slightest touch- so many times that it’s painful, until you can’t talk or think anymore. ...but, it’s a matching response to your greed.
as ‘worshipper’ implies, he bends to your every wish in this dynamic. volo would be willing to pleasure you with his mouth or fingers, completely clothed. his own needs come secondary. there are much more cracks in his composure here than at any other time: he shudders at skin-to-skin contact, his face is flushed a deep shade of red, and his hands are trembling. but his smile never fades. he caresses your skin so gently it is hardly noticeable. like every interaction with him though, it’s a little too intense- volo gets drunk on your responses alone, his eyes never straying far from yours. praises and words of gratitude are the only thing spilling from his lips, and he never shuts up.
but, as reverent as he is, volo still has a tendency to bend the rules. if you do not explicitly tell him not to do something, he’s bound to try a couple of things. purely to see your reaction. it’s his curiosity, virtue turned fatal flaw in its abundance.
So confession, I've been brewing up this idea for a rollo x reader story for my twist blog but the gist is this. Rollo being his yandere creepy self but the reader is very intuitive on this particular brand of nonsense due to their time at NRC and catches on very quickly. As things persist, our reader begin to put together their own plan for “revenge”(this isn't quite the word I'm looking for but ya know) while having to more actively avoid being cornered before their pieces are in place. It comes to a head when reader traps him in a more forgotten part of Nobel Bell, one that's so close to the bells and booming walk ways that his cries are naturally drowned out. In this room, reader gives in to his fantasies whilst enacting their own form of relief. Heavy Dub/con, dom magic-less reader, type content.
Sorry if this was sudden or not your normal ask, I just found your blog and thought you'd enjoy the sharing of my darker content.
notes: dubcon, public, humiliation
This is not a weird ask at all, and I looove darker content <33!!! if you end up writing the full fic PLEASE @ me in it and i will reblog it at thes peed of light <3 dubcon with rollo is TOP TIER. more of my detailed rambling under the cut! i tried to not make reader too mean since i don’t wanna make your idea into something that you don’t want it to be lol
maybe it’s not ‘revenge’, but a selfish kind of stress relief? <3 you know you won’t really be able to give rollo what he wants, some kind of mutually devoted relationship, but you can at least fulfill one of his fantasies. (or, what you might assume to be one.) i adore the idea of rollo believing you are fully unaware of him following you around, but you’ve become somewhat experienced with this kind of stuff- not to mention, he doesn’t use any magic to aid in hiding his presence. he thinks he’s the one cornering you at the top of the tower, in reality, it’s you leading him there.
getting him down on his knees and putting your foot up right to his crotch, feeling him shuddering and twitching underneath you as he grows absolutely incoherent. stuffing the handkerchief he loves so much in his mouth when you decide he’s gotten too loud- he stares up at you with hazy eyes as drool soaks the fabric, and drips down his chin.
notes: isabela x reader, humiliation / bullying, masochism. technically sfw but fucked up nonetheless.
so. :) since we’ve been talking abt a version where bruno is a lot creepier have my take on... meaner isabela. or, well, isabela who is just meaner to you. (pre movie events.) this is not supposed to represent a healthy relationship / dynamic whatsoever, it’s inherently abusive in nature, dead dove, dldr yadda yadda
she’s always so perfect around everyone, you’ve looked up to isabela for years. but... somewhere along the way, you became like her emotional punching bag. there’s so much frustration bubbling underneath her smile. maybe it’s because you were such an easy target, that it slipped into your interactions. you’ never fail to be brimming with admiration, more of a loyal dog than an actual friend. lapping up whatever she does. you’re like a living, breathing incarnation of what she hates. a constant reminder of the expectations she has to live up to.
if she knows anything though, it’s that you won’t tell.
it doesn’t matter what she does. isabela knows she could spit in your face and it wouldn’t change your feelings. but that’s not what she prefers. it’s all words, when it comes to her. that doesn’t change a thing, when her tongue is so sharp it can leave you trembling. over time, it’s festered into this. it started with just a passive aggressive remark here in there, hardly noticeable. now, when everyone’s backs are turned... she’ll tell you how lucky you are that she’s wasting her time with someone like you, that the only reason she’s still here is because of how much she pities you. you’re... nothing compared to her, and you never will be! (and of course she notices how it has you squirming still. creep.)
you’re not good enough to marry her. for even a sliver of her affections. how often have you dirtied her in your thoughts...? no, wait. don’t answer that. she really doesn’t want to know. but most of all; her family would never approve of you being together. it’s a favourite saying of hers, because it never fails to make you flinch. at this point, you’re more than aware that if her family doesn’t want her to do something, she won’t.
she’s constantly chastising you for your behaviour. since everyone considers you so ‘close’, anything you do would reflect back on her. isabela starts holding you to near the same impossible standards as she holds herself. no one can be actually perfect, though. neither of you are. maybe you’ll try. and for a little bit, you can uphold the weight of it all. isabela is so sweet to you then, making the prettiest, cloying flowers blossom for you, fingers gentle as she helps you to look the best you can. if you can’t keep up, however... she’ll threaten to leave you behind entirely if you don’t shape up.
but... she never does. no matter how outrageously you might act, she could never, ever abandon you. you’ve always come back to her, after all. it twists her feelings ever further, vines sneaking around her heart and wringing it dry. no matter how hard she pushes you away, you come bounching right back. she doesn’t... hate you, no matter how much she likes to believe otherwise. neither is it loathing. because how could she hate the only person who has seen her for who she is. to whom she has laid bare the most ugly, revolting parts of herself, and who still comes crawling back for more...? who hungrily accepts every part of her?
