#🍒 anon

[novaursa]

Hello! First of all, I love your writing so much, you are really talented.

Here's the request: Sandor Clegane x reader/oc who is a Targaryen. Maybe he was sent to kidnap her or something like that, or she has been staying undercover in the streets of silk. It would be funny to see this dynamic considering she is a dragon and he is a Hound scared of fire. Explicit 18+ would be great, the smut would be steamy, pun intended.

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Of Fire and Broken Men

- Summary: The Hound is sent by the king to hunt down a princess, but he finds something else instead.

- Pairing: targ!reader/Sandor Clegane

- Rating: Explicit 18+

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @oxymakestheworldgoround @idenyimimdenial

- A/N: 🫶 I hope you like it, my dear 🍒.

The Streets of Silk breathed a different kind of heat after dark, thick with perfume and sweat, with whispers of lust curling from behind gauzy curtains and cracked shutters. Lanterns swung in the night breeze, casting flickering red light on cobblestone slick with wine and other things. Music wafted through the air like incense—soft, strange, foreign. A woman’s laugh peeled high above the hum of brothel noise, honeyed and practiced. Sandor Clegane hated this place.

He hated the sweet stench of it, the low laughter, the way men forgot themselves in the shadowed doorways. He hated the looks the painted whores gave him—curious, pitying, amused. But most of all, he hated the heat. The low-burning braziers glowing in every corner, the incense smoke curling like ghosts in the narrow alleys. The warmth pressed into his armor and soaked through his burned flesh, whispering memories of fire and screams and his own brother’s laughter. His lip curled as he stalked forward, heavy boots echoing. The Hound, unleashed again. But this time, it wasn’t some boy’s head he was after.

It was a dragon.

He remembered the look in Varys’s eyes when Joffrey had given the order. That spider always looked like he knew everything and nothing at once, but something about this—about her—had rattled him. Varys had tried to stop him, speaking in that soft, silken voice like poison through silk. "She is no threat. A secret kept for the sake of the realm, Lord Clegane. Let her remain hidden. A ghost in the walls." But Sandor was no fool. The spider had been hiding her, nurturing her like some precious jewel, and now that the secret had crawled into daylight, Varys was desperate to keep it in the dark. That made Sandor curious. Made him angry. And Joffrey’s orders, cruel and stupid as they were, gave him the excuse to find her.

He hadn’t expected her to be beautiful.

You leaned against a weather-worn archway of pale stone, wrapped in a robe the color of aged ivory that slipped too easily from one shoulder. The silver of your hair glinted faintly under the paper lanterns. Not bright like Viserys’s had been—Sandor had seen the boy once, smug and shifty across the Narrow Sea—but duller, dusted with soot and time, like ash over moonlight. Your eyes, though, caught him like a hook to the gut. Violet. No mistake. No pretending. Targaryen eyes.

He stopped. Stared. You didn’t flee. You smiled.

“Well,” you purred, voice thick with wine and unbothered danger, “they finally sent a dog to sniff me out.”

“Don’t call me that,” he growled, his voice gravel dragged through blood.

You pushed off the arch with a lazy grace, walking toward him as if you hadn’t a care in the world. The crowd parted without quite realizing it, and Sandor could feel the shift in the air around you. Power. Not blaring and loud like a crown, but quieter. Older. Something that stirred the blood. His mouth went dry.

“You don’t look like one of Joffrey’s court whisperers,” you said, your head tilting as you circled him. “Not delicate enough. Too much steel. Too much rage.” You paused behind him, close enough for him to feel your breath on his neck. “You came to kill me?”

He turned, fast and angry, seizing your wrist. “I came to find you.”

“And now you have.” You didn’t pull away. You looked at him with something dangerous in your eyes. Amusement. Curiosity. Maybe even pity. “Do you always hold women like this, or am I special?”

Sandor released you with a shove, stepping back. “You’re supposed to be dead.”

You laughed. “Aren’t we all?”

He should have cuffed you. Dragged you to the Red Keep in chains. Handed you over to the boy-king who fancied himself a lion, just to watch what horror Joffrey would devise. But he didn’t. He stood there, watching you as you walked to the steps of a nearby building—a quieter brothel, finer than the rest. Silk veils shimmered in the doorway. He followed, of course. The Hound, following the dragon.

Inside, the air was thick with perfume and smoke. You led him through it like a siren, through rich carpets and dark wooden halls until the noise of the city was far behind. You pushed open a door and stepped inside. He followed. Shut the door. Watched as you pulled the robe from your shoulders and let it fall, revealing skin that shimmered like polished pearl.

“I know why he sent you,” you said, voice softer now. “And I know you won’t do it.”

He hated how certain you sounded. Hated how his hands twitched at his sides, how his eyes wouldn’t leave your body. You stepped closer again, and this time, when your hand touched his chest, he didn’t pull away.

“You smell like blood,” you whispered, “but your eyes… they’re not cruel.”

“You don’t know me.”

“No. But I know how men look at me.” Your fingers traced the edge of his jaw, brushing the ruined flesh without flinching. “You’re looking at me like I’m real.”

He grabbed your wrist again, but gentler this time. Not sure if he wanted to pull you close or push you away. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

“So are you,” you murmured, stepping into him, your lips brushing his jaw. “But you already knew that. You wouldn’t have come if you weren’t curious.”

“I should take you back. That’s what I was told.”

You reached up, brushing his hair back from his scarred face, your fingers feather-light. “But you won’t.”

His mouth was dry. His heart thundered in his chest like a war drum. Your lips hovered just inches from his. “Why not?” he growled.

“Because you’re not a monster,” you said, smiling faintly. “And neither am I.”

Then you kissed him. Slow. Confident. Like you had every right. And the fire didn’t scare him this time. Not with your hand on his heart. Not with your dragon heat pressed to his ice. For once in his life, Sandor Clegane let himself burn.

His breath hitched the moment your lips found his. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet. It was hunger—hot and aching and maddening. You kissed him like you’d waited lifetimes for it, and Sandor—gods help him—let it happen. Let you lead him into the fire with no blade drawn, no armor between you. Your fingers curled in the coarse fabric of his tunic, dragging him closer until the hard wall of your body pressed flush to his. You kissed the burn on his cheek next, slow and without fear, and it shattered something in him. He wasn’t a man who took comfort in touch. But yours was unlike anything he’d known—bold, unafraid, as if he were not something broken, but something yours.

With a strangled growl, he answered that hunger, seizing you by the waist and pulling you into him, his mouth crashing against yours with a desperation that surprised even him. You arched beneath the weight of him, laughing breathlessly into his mouth as his hands dragged down your sides, rough and sure. The silk robe pooled at your feet, forgotten. His gauntlets were gone, his fingers now bare as they curled around your hips like a man possessed. You were soft and searing in his hands—warm like summer storm winds, like dragonflame. He felt himself unravel as you whispered his name, not like a curse or command, but like a secret.

“Sandor,” you murmured, between kisses to his throat, his collar, your tongue brushing the scarred side of his neck with reverence. “Stay with me tonight. Be mine, just tonight.”

Something dark and feral stirred in him. He pushed you back gently until your knees touched the bed, and then not so gently, until you were laid out beneath him—hair fanned across red velvet sheets, violet eyes wide, lips parted in that dangerous, knowing smile. He stripped the rest of his armor off piece by piece, eyes never leaving you. You watched him like a goddess watching a storm take shape, full of quiet awe and dark promise.

He took you like he was starved for you, like you were a feast laid out by the gods themselves, made for his mouth and hands and need. It wasn’t pretty. It wasn’t poetic. It was harsh, frantic, raw. A collision of pain and longing and lust. But you didn’t shrink from it. You met him with your own fire—fingernails biting into his shoulders, legs curling around his waist, your hips rising to meet his with shameless rhythm. You pulled him deeper with every roll of your body, until there was nothing left between you but heat.

“You’re not like the others,” you whispered, eyes half-lidded, lips brushing his jaw. “You see me, don’t you? Not a crown. Not a dragon. Not a corpse they forgot to bury.”

“Aye,” he growled into your throat, voice thick with want. “I see you.”

You cupped his face in both hands then, made him look at you even when it hurt. “You make me feel real. Not hunted. Not hidden. Just… alive.”

He kissed you hard again, to shut you up or to devour the truth, he didn’t know. But he felt it. Every damn word.

Your words didn’t stop—soft as silk, dangerous as wildfire. “Let me have you, Hound. Just tonight. No kings. No flames. Just us.”

When he finally spilled into you, gasping your name like a prayer, it wasn’t just lust that broke through—it was everything. Rage. Loneliness. The years of being called beast, brute, burned thing. And you looked up at him like none of it mattered. Like he was whole. Like he was worth being touched. His arms trembled where they caged you in, and he let his forehead fall to yours, panting. Your fingers soothed through his hair, slow and gentle, and you pressed a kiss to the edge of his scar, just beneath his eye.

For a long time, there was only your breath and his, mingling in the hush of candlelight.

Then his voice came low and hoarse. “I’m not takin’ you back.”

You blinked up at him, dazed and spent. “What?”

“I’ll not deliver you to that little cunt. Let him send his gold cloaks, his rats, his fools.” He cupped your jaw, thumb brushing your cheekbone. “You’re not dyin’ in that fucking castle. Not while I’ve got breath.”

You searched his face, something flickering behind your violet gaze. “Then what will you do, Sandor Clegane?”

He leaned in, voice like gravel and smoke, rough with feeling he didn’t dare name. “Steal you. Take you far from this shithole city. Burn the whole bloody kingdom down if I have to.”

You smiled, slow and wicked. “A Hound stealing a dragon…”

His mouth found yours again, gentler this time. “Let them try to stop me.”

[pineconepie]

Hi, it's me again. I wanted to ask, what would Vincent be like with a reader who loves charity? A reader who loves helping those in need. I hope this finds you well, and remember to drink water and eat well.🍒

Tysm!!!

He'd at first be confused, like "but you don't know any of these people, what are you getting out of it??"

But I think once you explain it further, he'd be more understanding, since he gets it. Even though he can be a tad bit selfish sometimes and only think about you and himself, he still has both empathy and sympathy (to the shock of almost everyone).

In fact, he'd think its adorable how kind his little kiddo is <3 if it makes you happy, he can write up a few hefty checks for charity-purposes, all anonymous, of course. His enemies can't find out that he actually does nice things ^^;

[pupyuj]

hi ena! long time no ask!!

with the recent miumiu wonyoung photos GOSHH MY MIND IS SPINNINGGF WITH THOUGHTSS😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

dubcon!!

what if…princess jang who comes from a wealthy noble family purchases you to be her pretty slave😁 the thing is you weren’t even being sold as one despite your family leaning towards the poorer class😱turns out she randomly spotted you at a market and ordered her people to do anything and everything just to have you in the palm of her hands! crazy!!!!! one day you were just taken away from your family! GOSH imagine the princess wonyoung herself carrying you to her room and gently laying you down on her bed🥺but, being the brat that you are you scratched and clawed at her, trying to resist her advances bc u were so so scared and confused :(( eventually, the remaining patience she had for you snaps and she just fucks you hard to remind you of your place!!!! u were nothing but her stupid little slut to use whenever she wanted :(

(she starts off really gentle with you but fucks you rough and hard for being so rude and disobedient to he princess☹️)

omg yk that video of her sliding off her gloves to sign for a fan?? IMAGINE IF SHE DOES THAT BEFORE FINGERING YOU UNTIL URE IN TEARS BEGGING HER TO STOPPP UGHH😫😩😩

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MY FAVORITE CHERRY ANON!! i know, i know this ask took me forever to do again but we're all probably used to it to it to the point where i don't even have to address it 😭 since the photos are now not-so-recent, i'll attach them here so everybody can visualize it well hehehe 🤭

(@ CHERRY ANON IK YOU'RE WONDERING IF I AM ALSO WORKING ON THAT OTHER WONY ASK THAT YOU SENT AND I'M GONNA BE HONEST I THINK I DELETED IT?? which sucks bcs i was JUST thinking of answering it too just now until i realized it was nowhere to be found so IF UR STILL UP FOR IT AND IF YOU REMEMBER THE GIST, FEEL FREE TO SEND IT AGAIN! pretty sure it was about sororities?? 🤔)

p.s. you guys are crazy if you think i'm not gonna give this ask some meat (aka mini lore) so if this happens to be a long one that's why! 😭😭

[cw: extreme dubcon, (eventually) cnc, coercion, bondage, mild violence, obsessive-possessive princess!wony WOOO.]

you were happy as a commoner, okay!? even though your fate was sealed as a middle-class man's stay-at-home wife and child bearer in the future, you were going to make the most of your life despite it all! but that was before you encountered her highness jang wonyoung while you were out to shop for new formal robes. oh, sorry, you didn't 'encounter' her—she saw you animatedly chatting with the nice young clerk at the apparel shop and became obsessed fell in love at first sight 😍😍

your whole life took a whole other turn when a couple knights knocked on your door and took you from your family by force and with only a brief answer when asked: "her highness wills it so." 🥲 your family was then visited by the princess' retainer to give them a more detailed explanation of the whole situation but you didn't know that. you didn't have to. what only mattered from then on was whatever the fuck wonyoung wanted with you... and it was everything you anticipated it to be! almost.

nobles were all the same, after all. and the worst among them was the royalty. you half expected to have been stripped down in the carriage by the knights and dragged throughout the castle naked and bare before they throw you inside the princess' quarters where she would be more than ready to just... ravage you, but that didn't turn out to be true. not all the way! you made it to the doors of the castle with your clothes still on you and you weren't just haphazardly thrown inside the princess' room... the knights were given special instructions to treat you like glass! or else the princess would have their heads if they so much as scratched your beautiful, delicate skin.

wonyoung herself met you at the doors of the great hall, actually! she couldn’t contain her excitement because finally, she found someone that she knew was going to satisfy all her needs and make the perfect wife! never mind that you were some lowly commoner, you were beyond perfect in the princess’ eyes!

“do you know me… (y/n)?” you don’t even want to know how she just knew your name. you were confused, terrified, and furious all at the same time and wonyoung loved it. anybody else would have been scrambling to kiss her feet and beg for forgiveness even though they knew they did nothing wrong… but of course you’d be different. wonyoung was so happy.

nevertheless, you plucked up whatever courage you had left in yourself and answered her question, “the crown princess… jang wonyoung.” even the way you said her name was impeccable! ah, how wonyoung couldn’t wait to make you hers completely… and that’s exactly what she attempts to do once she took you to her room but of course, you fought back! 🥺

kicking and hitting wonyoung whenever she tried to get close to you on the bed, even shrieking and screaming for help just in case there was a servant who felt sorry enough to interrupt but who in their right mind would dare get in the way of the princess? 🤨 it was when you scratched her chin that she finally had enough of your shit and straight-up whacked you across the face... her highness has never had to use violence to gain control and advantage but goodness you really pushed all the wrong buttons!!

somehow it wasn't the painful sting on your cheek that made you settle down... bcs if you weren't directly staring at the small, bleeding cuts you've made on wonyoung's chin, you would've made an even bigger fuss when she roughly undressed you! sure, you feared the consequences of literally hurting the princess wonyoung but... she was still a beautiful woman!! what you did was like the equivalent of defacing a famed painter's greatest work—you definitely deserve whatever punishment was waiting for you 🫢🫢

wony won’t take your resistance seriously once she’s seen how drenched you are for her! she only takes that as a sign that she was welcome.. and that you did, in fact, want this! 🤭 she assumed that you can take her at whatever pace she decides to go with bcs you were a commoner that was gorgeous and deliciously naïve… surely you’ve been passed around before right?? but no… you were a virgin :(( but you were taking wonyoung’s fingers so well… meeting her thrusts halfway as if you’ve always known how to do it like that… moaning “your highness” so nicely against her ear that it gave her goosebumps… so ofc wony ignores your tears and your pleas to stop when you’ve already cum many times 🫠

but ah you were really testing her!! wony was bound to get some bruises with the way you’ve kicked and hit her so much… so she ties your hands up above your head and your legs spread apart with either ankle tied down at the edge of the bed! this way it would be much, much easier to punish you 🤭 she’s definitely relentless when using her mouth… esp since she just got a taste of her new food and oh, were you delectable…!

wonyoung couldn’t get enough… using her tongue on you over and over again throughout the night whilst talking to you about how perfect your life was going to be now that you were with her… and she very much liked how you didn’t even fight her words anymore! she knew that even though you cried gallons of tears and made your voice hoarse from wailing and moaning you wouldn’t dare look back on your past life anymore! 🤭

since then your daily activities as the crown princess’ future consort was to look pretty, study in both academics and noble etiquette, and most importantly, tending to wonyoung’s… needs 🫠🫠 you knew that every servant, knight, and nobles that frequented the castle talked badly about you. how a peasant managed to captivate the princess’ heart with ease. their words cut through you pretty badly but wonyoung was always there every night to mend your wounds… always.

you didn’t even care that wonyoung fucked you too hard anymore! bcs she has somehow led you to believe that she was the only one in this world that loved you and can stand to love someone like you 🫣 and you only believed her bcs you did feel her love with every thrust of her fingers, every disgusting thing that she whispers in your ears while she fucked you, every flick of her tongue as she ate you out, every bite on your lips when she kisses you. you were only right to love her back in spite of everything else bcs… like wonyoung always assured, this is what true love is, right?? 🤭

[ozzgin]

Greetings Ozz,

Yo girl here has been so damn sick this week that I had to go to emergency and I am miserable. So to distract myself from it, I thought so would come here and ask:

Dealers choice, how would your yanderes react to their darling having a medical emergency?

Or like how they would be in the building. Idk I think it would be pretty funny to fit a giant demon lord into a small exam room where he has to be very carefully about not ripping any cords out of the wall with his wings or poking the ceiling tiles with his horns.

Lololol Mummy!Yan trying to give you some of his bandages but they just keep disintegrating as he tries to treat you.

Vampire!Yan is simultaneously sick to his stomach from smelling other blood in the building and being overwhelmed by the darling’s scent if they’re bleeding.

Frankenstein|Zombie!Yan steps out of the room after you have stabilized to go check out the morgue for some new kicks.

Werewolf!Yan has to stay outside bc it’s a full moon and there are no animals allowed inside without documentation 😭

Clumsy!Yan had to stay home for safety purposes lmao

Mafia!Yans know their way around the building like the back of their hand from being there so often. The staff jokingly made them punch cards, the 10th punch is a new liver or kidney. (They have plenty of those though)

Anyways, some Tom foolery for this poor gal please, Ozz! ~🍒

I feel like this delves into the absurdism of dating a monstrous creature while dealing with daily life banalities.

Why, of course the Eldritch beast is prepared to take you to the doctor once your frail human life is endangered. He has all the documentation ready. He's skipping the cab - the waiting times are too long - and teleporting the two of you to the nearest hospital. Brought your thermos with fresh coffee to keep you alert. Has a little bag with necessities in case you need to stay overnight. Might order you some food later because he doesn't trust the canteen; he's snuck a couple glances and those salad leaves must be from yesterday's batch. Occasionally dozes off and dreamily whispers ancient, cursed secrets.

[thef1diary]

I've been thinking about cornstarch!daniel today. Is he doing like OF type of content because if he is...

It'd be super fun to see something about reader interacting with him trough the chat in the stream or maybe a private chat. Maybe she sends him a tip and requests certain actions on stream or something.

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— yess he streams occasionally, mainly posting videos but when he’s there on your screen, live, it’s a whole different level of filth. 18+ content below

Dan didn’t stream often, but when he did, it felt like he was doing it just for you.

The timing was perfect. Right when you’d finish your day—settling into bed, bare under the covers, with nothing but your phone and your fingers teasing at your already damp folds—it would happen. A notification would light up your screen: Dan is live

You didn’t think too much about the coincidence; maybe you were just lucky. But tonight, the anticipation buzzed hotter under your skin as you clicked into the stream, quickly putting your headphones in.

The screen loaded, and there he was. His signature angle—a faceless shot of his chest, abs, and that insanely beautiful cock already hard and heavy in his hand. The lighting was dim, highlighting every dip and ridge of his muscles. His voice, rich and low, hummed through your headphones.

“Well, look who’s here,” Dan purred, a teasing edge in his tone. “Couldn’t stay away, could you?”

Your cheeks heated as you typed a reply in the chat—using both hands, leaving your cunt clenching around air—knowing he wouldn’t see your face but feeling exposed anyway. You sent a tip first—nothing too extravagant, just enough to catch his attention.

“Ah, a little something from my favourite,” he murmured, glancing at the screen. “You spoil me, baby. What do you want tonight? You know I like to make it worth your while.”

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard, and before you could second-guess yourself, you typed: Stroke it slow. I want to see you tease yourself for me.

He chuckled, low and sinful, as if he’d been waiting for your request. “Mm, slow, huh? You’ve got a filthy little mind. I like that.”

Dan shifted slightly, reclining in his chair as his tattooed hand slid lazily along his length. He let out a soft groan, the sound vibrating through your headphones and straight to your cunt.

His movements were slow, deliberate, every stroke a display of restraint that made your thighs tremble. The slick, wet sound of his hand working over his cock filled your ears, syncing with the way your fingers teased your folds.

“Like this?” he asked, his voice thick with arousal. “You like watching me take my time? Imagining what it’d feel like if it were your hand instead of mine?”

Your breath hitched as he obeyed, his strokes deliberate and teasing. His thumb swirled over the head, smearing the glistening precum that dripped down the length of him.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his hand pausing at the base before sliding back up. “I bet you’re already wet for me, aren’t you? I can practically hear you, baby. Legs spread, already touching yourself. Don’t be shy, moan for me.”

You obeyed instantly, his name leaving your lips in a breathless gasp as your fingers continued teasing your cunt. You swallowed hard, your other hand typing out another request sent with a larger tip: Talk to me. Tell me what you’d do if I were there.

Dan groaned again, this time louder, his hand tightening around his cock. “If you were here? God, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you. I’d lay you out on my bed, spread those pretty thighs, and make you beg for it. You’d look so good under me, squirming, all needy and desperate.”

You bit your lip, your fingers spreading your folds, gathering the wetness before smearing it all over your pussy. His voice was a lifeline, dragging you deeper into the haze of pleasure.

“Fuck, baby,” he murmured, his pace picking up just slightly. “I’d bury my face between your legs first. Make you cum on my tongue before I even think about giving you my cock. You’d take it so well, wouldn’t you? God, I’d ruin you.”

Your moans spilled freely as you thrust your fingers in and out of your soaking cunt in time with the steady rhythm of his strokes on the screen.

But then, the attention shifted. Someone else in the chat tipped, their request popping up: Show me how rough you can get.

Dan obliged as he gripped himself tighter, his hips bucking into his hand. His groans grew louder, filthier, and your stomach twisted in jealousy. It was silly; this was a stream with all his followers, after all. But the way his focus shifted away from you stung.

Without hesitation, you sent an even larger tip, accompanied by a bolder request: Slow down, Dan. I want you to edge yourself for me—keep that cock dripping but don’t you dare cum until I tell you.

His laugh was low, almost incredulous, as he read your message. “Oh, you’re something else, aren’t you? Got me wrapped around your little finger. Fine, sweetheart. Just for you.”

He adjusted his grip, slowing his strokes, teasing himself with soft, deliberate touches. The precum glistened, trailing down his length, and his head tipped back slightly as he let out a guttural moan.

The chat buzzed with activity—other tips, other demands. Someone tipped for him to pick up the pace, another begged for his degrading words. For a moment, you worried he might shift his focus away again, but his eyes—those unseen eyes—seemed to skim past everything except for your tips and requests.

Each message of yours pulled him back in. Every time another name popped up in the chat, he would glance at it briefly, then return to the one that mattered. You could feel his attention narrowing, locking onto you as though he couldn’t help himself.

You tipped again, adding: Keep talking. I want to hear every filthy thing you’d do to me.

His strokes faltered for a moment, a quiet groan slipping past his lips. “Fuck, baby. You’re dangerous.”

He picked up the rhythm again, his hand sliding over the thick, veined length of his cock. Precum glistened at the tip, dripping down his knuckles as his thumb teased over the sensitive head. His groans were low and guttural, a symphony of pleasure that made your thighs quiver.

“You’re sitting there, aren’t you?” he murmured, his voice rasping with need. “Touching yourself, thinking about me. You’d look so good spread out, your pussy dripping, begging me to fill you up.”

Your moans spilled freely now, your fingers sliding deeper into your cunt, curling and stroking in time with his movements on the screen. The wet, obscene sound of your arousal filled your room—sounds you didn’t pay attention to because his breathy moans and his words filled your ears.

The chat blurred around you, messages scrolling too fast to follow, but none of it mattered. Dan was fixated on you now, his pace shifting in perfect sync with the rhythm you’d set for him.

You were close, the pressure building like a tidal wave ready to crash. Your free hand trembled as you typed one final message: Cum with me. I want to watch you fall apart.

His reaction was immediate. His strokes turned desperate, his hips jerking into his hand as he worked himself toward the edge. The camera caught every detail—the flex of his abs, the way his cock throbbed in his grip, the beads of precum slicking his skin.

A low moan tore from his throat as he obeyed, his cock twitching violently in his hand. Thick ropes of cum spilled over his knuckles, dripping down his length as he rode out the waves of his orgasm. The sight pushed you over the edge, your body arching as you came, your moans mingling with his through your headphones.

For a moment, the world seemed to still. Your chest heaved as you caught your breath, your body trembling from the intensity. Dan leaned back in his chair, his hand still wrapped loosely around his spent cock, his breathing heavy.

The stream ended shortly after, and as you lay there, catching your breath, your phone vibrated with a private message:

Jealousy looks good on you. But maybe next time, we skip the crowd. Just you and me. Private stream. You tell me everything you want me to do. What do you say, sweetheart?

want more pornstar!dan? send me an ask with your filthiest thoughts and it’ll get answered during one of my dirty drabble days

[donatellawritings]

Hola babe!! Wondering how rafe would react to reader walking around with a short skirt/dress and no panties 🤭

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let’s be clear, this little habit of yours was only allowed within the confines of tannyhill. you rarely slept with panties on, usually a silk nightgown or one of rafe’s sufficed — unless you were feeling doll-like and wanted to put on a show for your doting boyfriend, then you’d be dressed in the finest array of lingerie while you walked around the estate. but, today you’d tried on the new pastel yellow crochet dress that you’d bought from a small boutique on the mainland, and you hated how your panty line disgustingly clashed the figure hugging fabric. you absolutely hated visible panty-lines — they ruined your pretty outfits.

so, with a small huff, you slid your panties down your legs, allowing the flimsy underwear to pool at your pedicured feet, before smiling at the vastly improved appearance of the dress. the yellow clashed beautiful with your sunkissed glow, your swollen breasts pushed up just right against the crochet fabric, due to the tie-up halter neckline. with a satisfied grin now expanding on your swollen, faded dusty rose lips, you smoothed your delicate hands over the soft fabric, before you slid your feet into your beige chanel sling back heels, cutely pouting your lips in the mirror as you gently ran your pearlescent acrylic nails through your freshly blown out hair.

in your biased mind, unless you looked uncomfortably close, the meticulously designed fabric of your dress covered everything it needed to, so you figured it would be okay for you to simply not tell rafe about your lack of underwear. if you played it cool, maybe he would too? either way, you were dead set on debuting this outfit as you went out for a lunch date with rafe. your slinky heels clicked and clacked against the hardwood floor as you made your way downstairs.

“papi, are you ready to go?” you sang, grabbing ahold of your chanel wristlet, making sure that it was filled with your emergency lipglosses and face powder, a sweet hum leaving your lips as rafe’s arm slid around your waist, “hi, baby — quieres un besito? i haven’t put on my lipgloss yet” you asked, running your hand down the side of rafe’s handsomely structured face, before running your hand through his buzzed hair as you turned to face him.

rafe was quick to swing his arm around the back of your neck, wordlessly pulling you into a purposely sloppy kiss, his tongue messily sliding against yours as you let out a muffled squeal into the kiss. you could hear a breathy chuckle leave rafe’s lips as he hastily pulled away from you, his lips shiny as you rolled your eyes, knowing that some of your makeup would be smeared. “raafe, i just did my makeup,” you whined, letting out an annoyed huff as rafe wiped his lips with an amused smirk, his ringed fingers swiping at the corners of his mouth as he adjusted the collar of white white linen button-up.

“you asked me if i wanted a kiss, mama,” rafe reminded you, his eyes falling on how the crocheted fabric stuck your your every curve. you mumbled something incoherently as you pressed a powder puff to your face, a displeased pout on your now smeared lips. rafe shamelessly ogled at you, his eyes hanging low as they watched how your plushy ass jiggled with every subtle move you made. his spit-coated lips now ran dry as you stood in direct sunglight, the silhouette of your inner thighs and unclothed pussy coming into view as you bent over to grab your tube of glittery hot pink lipgloss that fell to the floor.

with a sarcastic laugh, rafe clears his throat, “uh, princess, m’gonna ask you a question and i want you to tell me the truth, okay?” rafe sighed, his cocked to the side as he watched you freeze in place, the fabric of your dress stretched against the curve of your ass as you craned your neck to look at rafe from your bent position.

your doe eyes widened in fear as your wispy eyelashes blinked, you were quick to stand up straight, your chin up as you watched rafe take a breath, “are you wearing any panties?” he questioned, his eyebrows raised and pink lips parted as he awaited you answer. your boyfriend didn’t miss how you shifted your weight to lean on your hips, your swollen lips parting as you nodded your head, earning an amused laugh from rafe as he crossed his arms over his firm chest, “y’sure? m’not gonna ask you again,” he warned, his voice a bit raspy as he adjusted the band of his rolex to sit comfortably snug around his wrist.

“noo, but it’s because it made my dress look weird,” you whined, your smeared lips pulled into a pout as you approached rafe, your arms snaking around his waist as he rolled his eyes at your lame excuse. “i’m serious, it looked so fucking ugly,” you sighed, batting your doll lashes at rafe who couldn’t help but laugh at how dramatic you were being over a stupid panty.

mimicking your pout, rafe gently grabbed ahold of your cheeks, mushing them together, before pressing a chaste kiss to your mushed lips, “poor baby doesn’t wanna her panties, huh” he teased, mocking your whiny tone, earning a frustrated sigh from you. you could tell that he wasn’t sold on your reasoning and that in about ten seconds he was going to send you upstairs to change, “the thing is, i don’t wanna let your pretty pussy get all dirty, bein’ all out in the open like that,” he explained, his tone still disgustingly condescending as your doe eyes silently pleaded with him.

with an entitled roll of your eyes, you pulled away from rafe, childishly storming upstairs to your shared bedroom, leaving rafe to stand with his hands shoved in his pockets, “drop the fuckin’ attitude!” he called out, rolling his eyes as you wordlessly closed your bedroom door. “m’gonna fuck her up,” he mumbled to himself, letting out a strained sigh as he ran his large hands over his shaven face.

ꪆৎ

you were a spoiled little princess, eager to annoy rafe just because you didn’t get your way. you’d swapped your yellow dress for a crème colored mini knit dress, the swells of your cute tits on full display as you bent over to grab your purse that accidentally fallen on the ground, your lacy thong sucked in by the soft fat of your ass cheeks that were on full display as you stopped suddenly in front of rafe. with an annoyed grunt, rafe grabbed your arm, swiftly pulling you to stand straight as he reached down to grab your purse.

pulling down the hem of your ridiculously mini dress with his fingers, rafe shoved your purse into your small hand, before nudging your chin with the side of his ringed finger, “cut it the fuck out, y’being a fuckin’ brat,” he whispered into you ear as you shrugged carelessly, your glossed lips twisting into an annoyed frown as you exhaled sharply through your nose.

hastily pulling you closer to his chest, rafe pointed a finger at you, “i don’t know what the fuck is with you getting a fuckin’ attitude when you don’t get what you want, but you’re my girl, and m’not gonna have my fuckin’ girl walking around showing everything she’s got,” he scolded, his hand roughly squeezing your jaw as he forced you to keep your wandering gaze on him, “if y’don’t like that, then go be with one of those fucking pogues wouldn’t give a fuck about you and what happens to you,” he adds, the vein in his neck strained as your eyes welled with guilty tears.

“i don’t want them, i want you,” you blinked your tears away.

roughly releasing your jaw from his tight grip, rafe sends you a chilling look of warning, “then fuckin’ act like it,” he mutters, moving his sunglasses to cover his bright blues as he grabs your hand, leading you into the restaurant. his jaw tight as he walked aimlessly, eyes blown with frustration as you slowed down to a stop, tugging on your boyfriend’s arm. “what?” he snapped, his anger gradually dissipating as you rushed into his arms, your chin leaning into his heaving chest.

“i’m your girl, papi, only yours,” you batted your wispy lashes up at rafe, pushing yourself onto the tips of your toes. rafe forced himself to appear stoic as you kissed his lips, a troublesome smile pulling on your pouty lips, as you brought your mouth to his ear, “i think i just need you to fuck me, rafey,” you knowingly sighed, scratching your nails against rafe’s clothed abdomen, a giggle leaving your throat as he sighed in defeat.

that was all rafe needed to hear, before he began to pull you in the opposite direction of the restaurant, a yelp leaving your lips as he suddenly lifted you by your legs, hauling you over his shoulder as he eagerly made his way towards the backseat of his pickup truck.

you always knew how to get back in rafe’s good graces.

[bonbonly]

BONBON!!! need collegeau! carlos punishing artstudent!reader for going almost no contact with him when she was on her trip with mrs sainz. left him in the dark, wondering if she was with another man.. he needs to leaves so many marks so that no man goes near her for a while.. 🙏

LITERALLY AS SOON AS I FINISHED WRITING "INTO THE WOODS" I WAS LIKE I NEED TO GET TO EM'S ASK (and im combining 🍒 anon's ask in this as well!)

bon's thoughts (18+)

college!au carlos is at his study room, typing up an assignment that he has for his entrepreneurship class. his fingers drum against the keyboard before he adds another paragraph to his proposal. he leans back in his chair, reading over the word doc and then stiffening when he hears your laughter downstairs.

you had just come back from an art exhibition with his mother. you spent the past two weeks ignoring his texts, never picking up his calls. every time he did call, it was always when you were talking with an art director about trying to get your paintings to another gallery across the globe. by the time you'd get back to your hotel room, you're passed out and dozing off, completely oblivious to the thousand calls carlos was spamming you with.

mrs. sainz is making pasta for everyone tonight, and she smiles at you, "my dear, would you mind going upstairs and getting carlos? i heard he hasn't eaten anything since lunch, no snacks or juice! my poor boy must be starving!"

you laugh, slipping off the stool and nodding your head, "will do, mrs. sainz!" and you skip out of the kitchen, heading up the stairs. you approach his room, and pause in front of his door. you peer into the small crack and see him working diligently, his glasses on. he never really wore glasses that often, only if he was locked in and trying to get his work done. but ugh, he looked really good wearing it. you clear your throat, knocking on the door, "carlos! your mom's calling you for dinner!"

"come in!" carlos barks, cracking his knuckles. you enter, closing the door behind you,

"hey!" you smile, but your face falls when you see that he's glaring at you. he gestures for you to walk over to him and you sigh, reaching him behind his desk and running a hand through his hair, "hey, what's up? is your college work too much?" but before you can get a response, he shuts his laptop, placing it to the side and tosses all the papers and pencils onto the ground before picking you up and slamming you onto the table. you gasp out loud as he's tearing your clothes off, spreading your legs wide. he lets a trail of his saliva flow onto your pussy, his fingers sliding the spit along your folds which causes you to choke back a moan as you gaze at him with wide eyes. he chuckles, darkly,

"very cute of you, hermosa," he snickers, licking your clit, "i think my dinner's right here." and he wraps his entire mouth around your cunt, slurping the sweet juice you have to offer him. you're shaking as he continues, and folds you into a mating press as he rubs his nose against your clit, inhaling your scent, "fuck, i've spent two weeks without your calls and texts, imagine how much i missed you, princesa"

and you gulp, realizing that he didn't forget the fact that you forgot to call him back. he's holding onto your wrists to make sure you can't hold onto his hair as his tongue delves deeper, his head shaking against your cunt which has you crying out loud about how good his tongue is. truth is you missed him too, but you wouldn't say that because you knew his ego would get bigger. when you cum around his tongue, he lets his tongue drag up to your tits, sucking and biting anywhere that he can find. he's marking your neck, your forehead, your collarbones, even your arms, all while his cock is pistoning inside of you without stopping.

"are you going to cum? hm, is that what's going to happen?" he mocks your pleas as you're frantically nodding your head, telling him how close you were. he laughs, shaking his head, "i thought you were fucking some other man, i thought you had forgotten all about me... me, the man that even got you those art exhibitions! fuck, i think the only way you'll ever understand is if i get you pregnant. my cum flowing out of you every night. my mama will be so happy to be the grandmother to our child."

"carlos!" you scream, clenching around his cock as his nibbles your ear. your legs are stretched so wide you know you're going to be limping back downstairs. a knock on the door makes you snap your head to the side, and carlos is grinning as he's pounding into you faster.

"carlos, what's taking you so long?" mrs. sainz asks from the other side, and carlos groans quietly to himself at the feeling of your pussy swallowing him, taking him deeper,

"just a bit... fuck, busy with work mama! we'll be out soon, don't worry! give me 10 more minutes!" he yells, and mrs. sainz sighs,

"take your time! your work comes first, mi hijo!" her footsteps grow quieter as she heads back downstairs, and carlos grabs your jaw, forcing you to look back at him,

"you heard what she said, mi zorra, you better hope mi mama doesn't see my cum all over you," and you whimper out loud, biting your lip at the thought of being drenched from head to toe in his cum. he giggles, shaking his head, "you'd like that, wouldn't you? and who am I to deny my princesa?"

[lnfours]

hiii, imagining how lando would be a golden retriever boyfriend and be absolutely obsessed with his girlfriend. like he loves her to the moon and will absolutely let everyone know. like hed constantly post about her on the jpg account, or tweet about her, or reply to her tweets. just him being a loverboy!!! - 🍒 anon

yes yes yes yes 100%. he’s down bad and he knows that everyone knows but he doesn’t care, he’s so obsessed.

lando brainrot? lando brainrot.

the two mclaren boys were sat in the hospitality, filming for another youtube video for the teams channel. lando’s day had started off amazing, just like every other day he got to wake up in the same bed as you.

you were lucky enough to have enough time off to be able to take the week off to join him for the japanese grand prix. and when you told him about it, he was quick to let everyone know you’d be joining, pure excitement running through his veins because he loved when you were able to come to his races.

“what are you most excited about this weekend?” oscar asked, looking over at his older teammate. lando hummed, smiling softly.

“well, for one i love it here, one of my favorite places to be,” he said, “and second, my lovely girlfriend decided to join me this weekend so i’m really looking forward to showing her around and having her in the paddock.”

oscar smiled, “you’re totally whipped, mate.”

lando laughed, “not even denying it.”

[cthulhus-curse]

I’m kind of obsessed with with alpha Wandanat and OF omega r, could we get some more headcannons of them? You’re writing is making my brain go brrrr

-🍒

hehe I am glad you enjoy my writing~

Alphas WandaNat who love tying you up and watching them fuck one another. Which really ends with them wrestling on the floor, though more often than not Natasha comes out victorious and just looooves marking her territory on the other alpha.

At times Natasha, who is something of a voyeur, loves sitting back and jerking herself off as she watches Wanda take you from behind. Her cum would squirt all over her hand, but not wishing for it to go to waste, Natasha would order you to kneel before her. Even if you're all fucked out with Wanda's seed oozing from your cunt, you'd lick your other alphas hand and cock clean.

Wanda is particularly a fan of marking her property. So not only you, but also Nat have dozens of bite marks across your bodies. Yours are rougher, because Wanda bites down much harder on your skin, piercing through it happily so that she can ensure you are well-aware of who you belong to.

They are huge fans of double-penetration. It's not rare that you find your cunt being knotted harshly by one of your alphas while the other either takes your mouth or ass. Wanda will hold you up and show off your ass and pussy, both stuffed with cum, while Natasha takes dozens of pictures to post your shared OnlyFans.

Wanda and Natasha who wake up one morning to find you, having situated a camera at the corner of the room of course, jerking them off simultaneously. You alternate between sucking on Wanda's cock, which is lengthy, then Natasha's, which is girthy, groaning loudly. Although they are both primarily dominant, your alphas would be all whiny and even beg for permission to cum all over your face/

[puckinghischier]

i’m back with more girl dad nico thoughts!! how emo do we think nico would be when baby girl is born on his birthday!! his own little birthday twin 🥹 and don’t even think about godfather jack…..

- 🍒

nico would absolutely eat it up if his little girl was born on his day!! he’s boast about it to everyone, claiming he planned it on purpose.

“nico quit telling people that, it’s weird,” you’d tell him, not appreciating the fact people think he planned out your sex schedule so it would line up with his birthday.

“it’s funny though,” his amusement only increases at the fact you’re scolding him for it.

every birthday she has turns into a very one-sided ‘shared party’ with her daddy, each year her excitement at buying him a present and buying him his own cake growing. once she’s old enough to understand the fact they share a birthday, she insists he wears a matching blue ‘birthday boy’ ribbon on his shirt to match her pink ‘birthday girl’ one.

and since you mentioned godfather jack, let’s talk about him. that little girl is so taken with her uncle jack that you’d think he was her dad at times. she may be the spitting image of nico, but her personality is alllll uncle jack, considering how much time she spends around him.

any time you and nico go out for a date night or a weekend get away, jack is on babysitting duty, and loves every second of it. for the first few days of her being back with you and nico, her attitude is amped up to 10 though. she absorbs every bit of jack’s sass when she’s around him.

nico will ask her to clean up her toys, or help you clean up the toys in the living room, and it’s like jack is suddenly in the room with you. “uhh, no. i don’t think so. i don’t want to talk to you guys anymore,” her little voice would say as she walks away.

you and nico would look at each in shock, not knowing whether to scold her or to laugh. “swear, it’s just like watching jack in an interview,” nico would tell you, ultimately laughing in the end, texting jack later about the incident just to be sent back a “that’s my girl!!!”

[yanoverload]

hope you’ve been doing well crow!!! i just need to let you know how bad i need beau and his tits right in my face. i’m tired of hiding this…I WANNA STUFF MY FACE INTO HIS TITS AND DIE THERE. i wonder how he’d feel with a darling (me) who is obsessed with his tits (his other bits too) and just noms on them like 24/7

- 🍒

At first he would be so embarrassed!!! He is used to being milked but by your cute mouth????? He might faint! Later though he gets this twisted satisfaction, yeah he's the one nurturing you, you must never want to leave!

I tried a new brush, might try a few while answering asks and see if I like any of em

ALSO I'M SO SORRY BABY I TOOK SO LONG THINGS ARE GOING CRAZY I LOVE U

[eevees-hobbies]

i can NOOOOT get *your* suo out of my head like, i gotta ask a question abt him,, ok so we know he likes to share his yummy gfs pussy but does this include without permission 👀 like say she comes home and surprises him with her pussy already creampied by someone else (and making him guess who by the taste ughhhh), would he be more upset or turned on? Im just wondering where they draw the line bc we know suo has all the power 😍. Or like how did he even bring up sharing her first, what a conversation to be had lol!

I sent a rq under this name but im 🍒 anon btw!!

Hi, 🍒 Anon! I love your mind and that you can’t stop thinking about Suo because that’s precisely how he’d like you–as obsessed with him as he is with you! And, yes, I’ve seen your other ask! I’m hoarding it until I can give it the attention it deserves! I may have written a scenario below to answer your question. I am so sorry!! I am sometimes not good at being brief, but I always get super into anything involving Suo because deep down, this man has me in a-.

Content Warning: Fem!Reader x Hayato Suo. Togame remains the villain in my fics (sorry, sweet boy!). Cheating by anyone else standards but consented infidelity by Reader and Suo’s (they match each other’s freak), cuckolding for Endo and Sugi, one instance of a smack to the thigh, dirty talk, degradation, dacryphilia, Suo knows you better than yourself, be prepared to hear Suo's inner thoughts because he is stressed, obsessive/worshipping kind of love, pussy inspection with fingers, cum eating, mentions of threesomes. Tis smut! Minors Do Not Interact. 

Word Count: 2K

Story banner by me. Divider by Saradkia

Now, let's get into it, myes? You have some great questions about Suo and his girlfriend, who are an interesting couple. I think that some Wind Breaker men are built so differently that eating another man’s cum out of their girlfriend’s pussy would seem appealing or something that they would consider.

Endo, for example, is spreading you open and wide to lap Takiishi’s cum out of your sloppy, abused cunt without a second thought. In fact, he thinks you’re at your most delicious when Takiishi has already had his fun with you, and he eagerly takes his seat between your thighs to taste his favorite person and his girlfriend.

Sugishita isn’t necessarily into sharing, but he wouldn’t fault you if you were enamored by Umemiya—because, duh, why wouldn’t you be? It doesn’t strike him as odd that you let Umemiya hit it raw, and of course, Sugishita would be more than willing to help clean you up with his tongue.

But Suo? Yeah, sharing you doesn’t bother him in the slightest—your pleasure is his pleasure after all, but he’d much prefer to take a supporting or leading role in your sexual liaisons with his friends. That’s why I have always written them as engaging in the pleasures of the flesh together because Suo needs to be with you as you experience every ounce of pleasure–you two, after all, are simply one-half of the same beating heart.

The idea of you getting fucked by anyone and him not being present to watch does not sit right with his soul. 

He needs to be there to provide instructions to your lover because he knows your pleasure better than anyone else–including you–ever could. He needs to be there to deliver quick quips aimed at you so he can see how your flustered eyes dart away from him. He needs to be there to offer whispered words of praise and gentle touches to build you up as he guides your hips in a rocking motion while you ride your temporary lover's cock like the goddess you are. 

He wants to see the way your eyes roll back into the back of your skull when the tip of Umemiya’s cock pushes past the entrance of your tight cunt with a pop, his length bottoming out in you immediately.

“Aw, come on, sweet girl, don’t get that fucked out expression just yet; we’ve only just started.”

Suo wants to see the way you blush when Nirei moans desperately into the sweat-slicked skin of your back as he takes you from behind.

“Isn’t that cute, pretty girl? Nirei really can’t help thanking you for getting to try out your sweet cunt. I bet it’s the best he has ever had.”

And Suo wants to watch you swallow and lick up every single drop of Sakura’s cum no matter where it lands: on the bed sheets, on the floor, or even on Suo’s cock. Wow! How did it land there?

“Looks like you better get on your knees, dove, and clean up the mess you both made.”

To imagine himself absent, not being the one to finish you off, and not being the last one to leave his mark inside of you makes him feel like he just might lose his grip on reality.

Because you need him, don’t you? Your temporary lover can only do so much for you, but the one who makes you scream until your throat burns and your voice cracks isn’t Nirei, Umemiya, or Sakura. No, the one who makes you quiver and shake while he holds you in his arms as he strokes your hair after a particularly intense session is Suo. 

Truly, it’s how you bond, so how could you do it without him? It’s like if you were binge-watching your favorite TV show with your partner, and then you come back the next day and they had continued to watch without you! That shit fucking hurts! It’s a betrayal to Suo–just not for the same reasons as it would be to those of us who are more “traditional” in our way of thinking.

So if he comes home to find you with a mischievous glint in your eyes as you tell him you have a surprise for him, he’ll be delightfully curious—were you thinking of him enough to plan a surprise? You shouldn’t have, but of course, he’s glad that you did! 

At first, he’d smirk, approaching you while already unbuttoning his pants. As you spread your legs, his eyes would travel down to the thick, white seed that would be oozing out of you, and despite his usual stoic demeanor, you’d notice the unmistakable but slight clench of his jaw. 

Suo knows what reaction you’re trying to get out of him, and he’s more than willing to give it to you. You want him to lose control, to let his well-placed and perfectly maintained mask slip.

All because you’re a brat.

All because you want to be fucked within an inch of your life.

All because you seek discipline and a firm hand to remind you who is genuinely in charge.

Well, sorry, but this simply isn’t the type of behavior that Suo plans on rewarding. And tonight, your self-imposed limits on your body's ability to receive pleasure—and for how long—are not his problem or concern. Tonight, he plans on pushing you past what you think you can handle. Do you think you’ve seen the brink before? Tonight, the brink is the starting point. 

“I’m not hurt, just disappointed,” he’d start as his fingers would wrap around your ankles, his grip tight as he’d pull your entire body down the length of the bed and toward him.

“C-cliches, Hayato? You’re so much better than that-OW!” A sudden swat to your thigh gives you pause as you lift your ass a few inches off the bed in response to the sting, but that damn grip of his keeps you anchored.

“The only thing I want to hear out of your mouth unprompted is an apology. Now, who was it?” 

As you divide your plush lips to speak up–probably to say something that’s not in your best interest–you hesitate at the sight of Suo narrowing his eyes at you. Nothing but dangerous intent swirls behind ruby-toned irises, sending a shiver down your spine. But you know Suo, and he’s dangerous to everyone but you. To him, causing you pain would be akin to causing himself pain and he isn’t in the business of torturing the other half of his soul.

But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t plan on putting you in your place. Suddenly he’s hovering over you, his tassel earrings dangling in your face and tickling the gentle curve of your cheeks.

“W-who? Well…” you stammer, your eyes avoiding his sharp gaze.

While you’re wrestling with how honest you should be, he’s pushing two fingers deep inside of you, twisting his fingers to churn the cum in a way that feels violating. The sound of his fingers swirling the cum makes you blush because, between your heavy breathing, it’s the loudest sound in the room. 

“I knew she was greedy, but I had no idea you lacked self-control.” He pauses as the pace of his fingers pushing in and out of you quickens, and the squelches get more obscene. 

“Let’s see if I can figure it out. I know exactly how she feels after being ruined by each of our friends.” 

He’s not bluffing.

“Look how loud she is for me already. Was she this loud for…” he pauses as he goes down a mental list of who could have done this to you–and the duration of his pause makes your eyes narrow, and the tip of your ears heat up because now he’s being petty.

“Sakura?”

The way you snort lets him know he’s off base. Part of him is relieved it isn’t Sakura; his crush on you is borderline pitiful, and he wouldn’t want his friend to get the wrong idea. But if not Sakura, then who? Who would be brave–or stupid–enough to bypass him to get to you? 

As he twists his fingers inside of you, pulling a groan from your lips, his eyes linger on the way your nose scrunches up in pleasure and slight embarrassment. He leans in closer. “Tell me. Now.”

“I-it was Togame!”

Suo pulls back and looks at you like you just spat at him, making your heart speed up. His reaction is so visceral that you hold your breath in response. 

“Shishitoren trash?”

You wince; surely that beef was squashed long ago, you think. In some ways, it was, but there’s a bit of tension between Suo and Togame when it comes to you. 

Suo notices how Togame’s eyes sweep over you–as though he’s devouring you in his mind. Suo doesn’t mind the looking too much, but it’s the way Togame eye fucks you mercilessly and the way he somehow always manages to find excuses to touch and brush against you. 

He’s not threatened by his presence exactly, but the audacity of Togame pisses him off because not once has he asked for permission, not once has he approached him in the way that a gentleman would inquire about tasting what Suo considers his, not once-

Suo is snapped out of his spiraling as he notices your breathing has grown more rapid and your eyes glazed over long ago. Because, fuck, of course, he was still finger fucking you during his descent into madness. As you approach that oh-so-familiar edge, your toes curling in the way that tells him you’re close, he pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you feeling empty and anything but sated.

Your eyes snap open, their ferocity almost enough to make Suo forgive you right then and there and make you chant his name as he gives himself over to you–but lessons must be taught.

He holds the fingers up to your lips, the scent of Togame and yourself wafting into your nostrils and serving as a reminder of the intimacy you shared with him. Your bottom lip quivers ever so slightly and Suo drags his cum slicked fingers against your bottom lip, the sheen it leaves making you look so delicate, beautiful, and worthy of worship. His eyes flick down to your pout, lingering with an insatiable hunger that makes your core flutter. 

You can see his adams apple bob as he tries desperately to hold onto the thin thread of restraint threatening to snap. He can’t help but wonder if Togame got to see this side of you as he pushes his digits into your hungry mouth. You groan at the mixture of salty and sweet cum that coats your tongue and you can’t help but hollow your cheeks as you suck Suo’s fingers clean, your eyes never leaving his.

God and the way you twist your face in pleasure makes him want to lean in and taste your lips, allowing his tongue the privilege of experiencing what you taste like with another man’s essence on your tongue. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest, and it’s a toxic mixture of possessiveness, fixation, and lust that makes him ache and throb for you.

He should have been there to watch you take Togame’s cock. He should have been there to revel in the way your hot, fat tears flowed down your face as he encouraged Togame to stick a thumb in your other hole. He should have been there to stifle your loud moans and gasps with his cock as Togame gave your greedy pussy deep, deep strokes. “Didn’t know you liked the dirty, skeevy appeal that Shishitoren offers. How did he fuck you? Tell me every single detail; I have all fucking night.”

And Suo does have all fucking night, and suddenly, so do you.

“You like being stretched out by Shishtoren cock? Maybe I should drop you off at the Ori and let the “Devotees of Power” have their way with you. How about Choji, hm? He’s a bit of a biter, you know, and I know how sensitive you are, darling; I don’t think you’d last very long” He grips your chin between his fingers, forcing you to look into his eyes. 

“I want to see every place where he touched you. I want to see where he touched what’s mine, so I can make you forget all about Jo Togame.” 

His eyes trail down, amused and pleased that you’re already obeying. Your fingers slip between your thighs as you watch his hungry gaze take in the way you spread your folds, and you know you have him exactly where you want him.

Anyway, 🍒 anon, this might be how it would go, but I wouldn’t make a habit of it because Suo has his limits, and I can’t promise he’ll be merciful next time. 

@pixelcafe-network @hayatoseyepatch @interstellar-inn

[pupyuj]

dubcon pervy! g!p gym trainer yujin who touches you on parts she’s not supposed to?🤤 you’d be bent over the equipment and she’d press her hard cock against you with her fingers ghosting right above your breasts but that’s ok cuz she’s only correcting your form, right? right??!? it goes on for many sessions but you were a bit dumb to realize her advances :( so one day as she instructs you to do a stretcg that bends you over and gives her a delicious view of your ass, she loses all self-control, pushes your head against the yoga mat, and fucks you from behind hard and nasty like a rabid dog😫she’s been restraining herself for soooo long! and poor you couldn’t do anything but take her big cock cuz she was too strong (grabbing both of your wrists behind your back) :( both of you go on fucking in different positions, on every gym equipment, nonstop. and did i mention, you were a dumb virgin :( and it only turned yujin on even more when you were crying and begging her to stop bc you were unfamiliar with this (extremely good) sensation stirring up in your stomach :((( poor reader has never even touched herself before :( and all yujin wanted to do was to corrupt you😵‍💫

-🍒

this ask has been rotting in my drafts for months omg apologies 🍒 anon 😭😭💔 as always one can never go wrong with pervy yuj 🤓

[cw: dubcon.]

totally into the idea of this yujinnie here being someone you’ve actually known beforehand like maybe she’s an older sibling’s friend or smth so you feel super comfortable around her and is thus blind to anything weird she does to you 😵‍💫 bcs as far as you know that’s just who yujin is: affectionate and naturally touchy-feely with people that she knows! ofc that made it especially easy for her to get away with doing pervy things such as very very sexual comments about your body that she passed off as either jokes or ‘really specific compliments’, briefly brushing her hands against your boobs, touching your ass, etc. 🫣 and the touching doesn’t even stop outside of your one-on-one meetings! seriously, how could you be so stupid to ignore how her hand always rested so suspiciously low whenever she had an arm wrapped around your waist… she was almost disappointed that it was all too easy but you were still so pretty that she needed to fuck you 😳😳

she was hoping to slowly push you into wanting her back just so nobody can tell her shit about abusing her ‘position’ over you as this mentor figure, but one day you just showed up in a particularly skimpy outfit and that was the last straw for her! all morals out the window 😭 and it didn’t help that yujin hadn’t gotten off for days too.. it was perfect! yujinnie watching with bated breath while you were doing your cute little warm-up stretches, she didn’t care to hide her hard-on anymore because why would she?? you’ll get to see her dick in a matter of minutes anyway 🥰 but as morbidly horny yujin was, she doesn’t get to it right away! she had some manners! 😤 she helps you out with a few workouts as per usual, shares a few jokes and conversations here and there, she even showed you some pictures of her little puppy just to get you nice and comfortable… then you were finally laying on your back on a yoga mat while yujin towered above you, ‘helping’ you with some sit-ups although that wasn’t something that was in your routine before…

ah, yujinnie taking advantage of your exhaustion.. your head seemed to have taken you elsewhere bcs you rlly didn’t notice how she had fit herself in between your legs, her hard cock poking at your clothed cunt, her hands keeping your legs apart without too much pressure so you wouldn’t notice… that was until you blinked and set your eyes on yujin again.. “uhm.. unnie?” oh you were so stupid! really!? that’s all you’ll say about this extremely awkward and frankly, humiliating situation??! yujin couldn’t believe her ears, and her eyes! you didn’t make a single move to scuttle away like she expected you to!

it takes yujin a thrust of her hips for your poor instincts to finally kick in and you attempted to push her off.. only to have your wrists pinned above your head 😣 and before you knew it, your pants have been pulled down and you were taking yujin’s thick cock very painfully slowly.. she doesn’t bother to use her other hand to cover up your mouth, she needed to hear your voice.. hear how you whined and winced in pain but would moan her name at every thrust… and she likes how you got yourself to be free from her hold just to grab at her shirt and claw at her arms.. yk what she liked even more?? how you begged in tears for her to ‘wait’ and ‘slow down’ but didn’t make any attempts to push her away like before.. and ofc yujin doesn’t miss the way you’ve practically wrapped your legs around her waist—you wanted this!

if you ask me she was wayyy too ecstatic to help you with some other kind of workout 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ yujinnie practically manhandles you the entire time you fucked in that room… grabbing your waist tightly to the point she made marks on your skin with her nails then she’d aggressively push you around, making sure you’re in the perfect position to take her cock smoothly… face down, ass up, both of your hands gripping the mat for dear life while she pounds your holes… even making you gag and spit all over her fingers just to massage your clit in a way that makes you bite your lip until it bleeds… everything was painful, but it was also all just too good that you sat there and took it like the good girl yujin kept muttering that you were 😍

yujin’s big on praises for you bcs she always made sure to encourage you in your sessions but she was especially fond of you while she fucked your ass, for some reason! 🥰 so many “good girl”s and “good job”s… her praises only wanted you to be better for her ☹️☹️ so ofc you parted your own ass so she could go all out… literally thrusting into you like she will never fuck anyone ever again, biting your shoulder and drooling all over it like a dog in heat… you have never felt more accomplished in your life until yujin came inside you.. filling you up while you simultaneously squirted on her dick (which she liked very much btw!!) with a sweet moan that will surely be stuck in yujin’s head for daysss to come 😵‍💫

[captain-hawks]

HELLO WHAT GIVE ME DILF OLIVER THOUVHFD PLEASE

-🍒

imagine waking up to the sight of girl dad oliver sleepily sitting at the kitchen table in a gray tee and black sweats, bright, golden morning sunlight pouring in through the windows as he sips his coffee and watches your daughter eat her cereal. half of his fingernails are painted pink. there's a unicorn sticker stuck to his neck.

your chest aches just looking at him.

his stubble tickles your face when you lean in to kiss him (he's become even scruffier since becoming a dad). your daughter giggles when you comment on it, because oliver always brushes his prickly chin against her little nose to make her laugh. and he softly murmurs good morning against your lips, pushing the other cup of coffee sitting beside his into your hands as he tugs you into his lap and nuzzles his face into your neck.

it's a saturday morning, and you should all be relaxing after a busy week. but your daughter has soccer practice in an hour and of course oliver managed to get talked into coaching a team of twelve endlessly energetic six-year-old girls when their first coach up and left.

so instead you're bundled up in one of oliver's heavy flannels, standing on the sidelines watching your husband get gently pummelled by an assembly line of low-speed balls as the girls take shots on him in the net. he dramatically collapses to the ground when your daughter's ball hits him in the shin.

and "coach oli"—as they so lovingly call him—is never immune to the whining pleas of the girls when the local ice cream truck comes driving by during afternoon practices in warmer weather.

[hederasgarden]

Based on your idea of Governess!Reader and the Hardings, I imagine it's Anna who falls first. She would see you most and love how well you care for the girls. Friedrich would see the adoring look Anna gives you and takes notice and falls for you too! -🍒 anon

Oh, yes, I absolutely adore this.

Friedrich strikes me as the type who gets jealous easily, so he notices right away when Anna’s attention starts to drift toward you more often than not. He sees how Anna gives you that soft, secretive little smile she used to reserve only for him when they were courting. There are other signs too. While Anna is always kind and sweet to all the servants, there’s something different about how she dotes on you—buying you books, fancy quills, and parchment when she realizes how much you love to read and write in your spare time. Perhaps, once the children are tucked in bed and Friedrich is supposedly tied up with work in his office, she invites you to join her for a drink until it turns into a near nightly thing.

He also notices how touchy Anna is with you, a light hand on your shoulder or your arms linked when you walk together with the children. After that, Friedrich begins to watch you more closely, wondering what it is that’s drawn Anna’s attention. You’re lovely in a way he can’t deny, and so wonderful with the girls, but soon he starts to notice other things. Like the sharp wit in your conversations, your knowledge of history and literature that goes far beyond what’s expected of a governess. And then there’s the way you look back at Anna when her attention strays, how you go out of your way to please her, to make things easier for his wife.

One night, as they sit together on the sofa, watching you play with the children on the floor, Anna leans closer to him and, with a wistful smile, says, “You’ve noticed her finally, haven’t you? She is so lovely.”

“She is,” Friedrich agrees, his fingers interlacing with hers, his mind already drifting toward the thoughts of how you'd look in their bed.

[hungharrington]

i just know steve moans so much when he eats 🐱 and he’s so messy with it like, so so much spit and and he just devours it like a man starved. doesn’t even stop even if you came and are overstimulated, he just keeps going🙌

steve eating 🐱 lives in my mind rent free and i’m not even mad about it🗣️

have a great week jay<3

-🍒

you know it, i know it, so it must be true

i just picture him, hair all mussed from how you’ve been tugging on it, his eyes closed in complete bliss, hot mouth just so messy— and the noises? god he’d be groaning from the moment he coaxed your thighs apart and caught the scent of your slick- tongue fucking your little hole with his hands curled around your thighs to keep you pulled to his face, his lips mouthing and sucking, moving up to spit on your clit and then moaning when you shudder, cooing and praising all the little noises you make while the bottom half of his face sheened with your arousal just like fucking christ he would eat it SO good