Igor's Writing Blog

tags & content: NSFW, sexual content, vaguely CNC but not really, consensual sex, gentle sex, bondage/restraints, teasing, loss of virginity, size difference, virgin reader, female reader

“It hurts,” you whine, a last childish resort as the tip of his cock sinks an inch inside of you. His fingers envelop your thighs, pushed open and wide to make space for his hips. Flexibility isn’t your issue; it’s the fact that you can’t fight the untoward strength keeping you open, your hips wriggling weakly in an attempt to twist away.

He soaks up your feeble resistance with a soft little sigh, his cock abandoning its descent into your tight hole in favour of letting you calm down.

“This was your idea, wasn’t it, dear?” Victor mutters softly, letting go of one of your thighs to slide his cold hand up your side. His fingers trail up your ribs, thumb circling your peaked nipple and pressing down on it. Your freed leg clumsily turns in, knee bumping against his arm.

Tears well up in your eyes, shaking your head from side to side.

“You’re too big,” you gasp, your chin tightening to fight the trembles. “You’re going to break me.”

Victor chuckles at that, a barely audible puff of air that resembles more of a sigh. His lips curve into an amused smile, releasing your nipple just to slide his scarred hand along your twitching leg. The tips trail up your warm flesh, soaking it in, gently nudging it back to the side. His hand engulfs your delicate foot, thumb working gently into the arch by his shoulder.

“I assured you I would be very careful, did I not?” He murmurs, a condescending edge to his words that make you flush in embarrassment.

“Yes…” You mumble softly.

“So,” Gideon purrs, slowly bullying a second inch in your hole. You squeak, your head shaking weakly. “I had no intention of lying, dear.”

“No…” You whine, wrists twisting in the shackles keeping your arms above your head. Your fingers grasp for purchase against air, the unfamiliar sensation making unease, injected with a slither of anticipation, bubble up your throat. “I can’t…”

Gideon pauses for a millisecond, his head tilting in thought. His hand abandons your foot, fingers dipping into the collar of his shirt to catch a chain. On the end dangles a key, one he easily slots into a shackle on your left wrist. He shushes you, letting the chain drop so the key dangles precariously over your face. With your freed arm, your fingers catch his shoulder for purchase.

“Better, my dear?”

You don’t have a chance to answer, as he shallowly thrusts the first couple inches of his cock in your pussy. He fucks you like that, not too deep, not too rough, your lips parting with a strangled moan. Even though he freed one wrist for your comfort, you can’t help but clumsily reach for the rocking key. Gideon, just in time, leans back, your fingers scooping at air.

You whimper, arm outstretched to chase it, but he gently catches your wrist and offers you a mocking smile.

“Oh, dear,” he sighs. “I thought I had been kind enough. You don’t want me to really break you now, do you? For misbehaving?”

tags & content: NSFW, sexual content, dub-con, thigh fucking, no penetration, size difference, DSO reader, afab reader

“Who did you say you worked for again, dear?”

You both know he doesn’t need to ask; he’s already aware. Your wallet with your DSO I.D lies sprawled somewhere behind you, but with your face grasped in his large hand and forced back against his chest, it’s impossible to break free to get it.

From here, however, you can see the coy smile across his cracked lips.

You can only summon a grunt, one that trembles when his hips snap upwards deliberately. His cock, wedged between your thighs, glides rhythmically across your folds. You’re embarrassingly wet, your hips twitching whenever he just barely catches your clit.

Your frown melts despite your stubborness, trying to twist your head out of his grip. His fingers simply squeeze your jaw harder, smushing your cheeks.

“Oh, that’s right,” he purrs despite your lack of answer, the languid push and pull of his cock through your soft pussy making you squeak. You’ve completely soaked him, and you can feel the slickness coating your red thighs where he’s made a warm home for himself. His legs easily bracket around yours, pinning them tightly shut around his cock. “DSO. I wasn’t aware you had such unconventional means of interrogation. Are you sure you’re telling the truth?”

Your sharp glare amuses him, it seems, as he releases your jaw to give it a condescending pat. You double over slightly to get away from him, but with his arm banded around your waist, all you can do is lean forward.

The position makes your body sway with his languid thrusts, exposing the red hue dusted across the back of your neck. Victor’s fingers brush along the reddened nape, making you shiver.

You clasp at the arm holding your steady, shaking fingers digging into the snakeskin of his coat.

“If I investigate this place,” you choke out, your mind preoccupied by the empty, throbbing heat between your legs,” and find anything suspicious, we will—”

His thrusts turn shallow, focusing right near your hole, and your words dry up. Your hips twitch, trying to grind along the disproportionate size of him, but he seems keen to keep you where he pleases.

“If, dear,” Victor so kindly points out, his voice breathless but still eerily steady. “Empty words. Much like yourself, hm?”

You ignore the innuendo.

“I’m sure you’d prefer not to be,” he purrs, his thrusts slowing until his cock is resting up against your soaked cunt. You groan, wiggling weakly. His free hand returns to your face, shifting under your jaw so he can pull you back against his chest again. You try to avoid his gaze, but your own glazed, watery eyes find his automatically. “Come. Why don’t we discuss the benefits of your visit in my office? I’m sure we can both walk away with a fulfilling agreement.”

Your cheeks redden, but you don’t back down. “I still have to do my job.”

Victor Gideon smiles, his voice a gentle, tempting whisper. “You can do your job after I fill your pretty pussy, can’t you, dear?”

>dont get any treats for signing it

𖥔 Subtle body glitter / highlight ⭒°｡⋆ for sims 4

a subtile glitter that's 'glossings' when sim moves, lighting changes - it's not static. works on all skintones.

a few categories tattoo choose from.

not allowed for randoms

custom thimbnail

HQ specular map

ohhh, this idea is everything to me... I wrote a blurb earlier on this topic but wait! there's more (warning for very nsfw, very black flag behavior). thank you for being my muse anon <3

imagine: Victor forcing you to cockwarm him while you're sitting on his lap. you feel so vulnerable like this, but he keeps reassuring you that you're doing good, taking him all the way. his girth makes you feel like you're being split in half, but you've got to be brave as he probes you out of your shell. he's certain to have you see yourself in the mirror, the obscene sight of your pussy stretched around him making you gasp. the bulging veins, the sheer size of it - by comparison, your suffering flesh appears small, endangered. look at that, he coos admiringly. my cock is a perfect fit inside you. isn't it beautiful? you whimper in discomfort as he throbs, a lewd groan emanating from his mouth. by the sound in his voice, you can tell the parasite is taking over, coloring it with a touch of urgency. this is exactly where you're meant to be. don't you see it now? Victor's hands rest possessively upon your hips, manipulating your body as if it weighs nothing, a doll in his grasp. all you can do is writhe as he pins you down, rutting into you with manic desperation - he loves you too much, too much, too much, even as you're begging for mercy he just can't stop, a prisoner to the intensity of his desires

Victor and secretary oc hell yeah