#THIS IS SUCH A SWEET SUBMISSION I'M SOBBING

[yandere-vent]

how sweet yet unjust it is to bend your ear when you do not even know my name. I appreciate your outlet deeply, sweet sparrow, as you have allowed me and others to vent and speak on matters I fear unworthy of my fellowman’s ears. but you, you my dearest have been a constant, a kind companion in the ways of warish and warily love. i see you as a raven, one who beckons an ear to my worries and sorrows, and I wish I could give you more than my words, my sorrows, but alas it is all I can offer. you need not post such a message if it displeases you, but i simply thank you as directly as I can for this. you have helped me and others in more ways than one. sweet cheers and lovely tidings to you, our darling paperback writer. <3

- 🥰

💘~

[likedovesinthewindd]

Ex bf art donaldson seeing reader for the first time in a decade and forgetting the meaning of personal space. That man would not take his baby dear eyes and manly hands of you until you fall for his submissive aura.

I'm actually going crazy wtff I'm obsessed!!!

He's the last person you had expected to see in a place like this, but you'd suppose you would've never imagined yourself in a place like this either. Loneliness drove people to strange places, it seemed.

He looked good. He still looked good. He's visually grown and matured, no longer the coy college boy but a refined man, yet he still looked boyish when he smiled or laughed. It warmed you to see he hadn't lost that light behind his eyes after all these years – life could be cruel, after all. You had half a mind to ask him how Tashi was doing, but the slight tan line on his finger being the only indicator of said marriage told you to leave the subject unscathed for now.

You didn't say anything when he chose to move in next to you in the booth instead of across, or when he insisted on buying you a drink, or when he looked at you as if you had been the answer to an unheard prayer. You didn't say anything because you, in return, had relished in the feeling of being seen, desired after so long.

He talked about how he's retired now, about how much happier he's been since he put the racket down and about his daughter, and you listened dutifully, watching his eyes lit up in that same boyish way when he talked about about Lily.

In return, he asked you about your life and what you've doing, all while his thumb rubbed over the top of the hand grasped in his. "We probably look like some happy couple to other people right now," you had commented, looking down at your hand clasped in his but making no move to pull it away. He had laughed, thumb still across your skin, and replied with a huffed, "yeah, we probably do." Not pulling his hand away either.

It was so strange to you; after all these years things still felt so natural with him. A part of you still wanted to be bitter about the way things had ended back then, but you couldn't find it in you to be. Not when it still felt so right.

"What?" you asked after a silence a little too long. He just smiled, and your chest clenched at the sight. "I'm really glad we found each other again," he replied softly, almost too soft for the noisy atmosphere of the bar. You wouldn't be able to hear anything anyway with the way your heart was beating in your ear at his words.

The two of you sat like this for hours, catching up and laughing at each other's awful jokes until you realized how late it had gotten. He offered you a ride home which you had accepted gratefully, and now as tge both of you stood infront of your door, you wished the night didn't have to end. You weren't even sure of you would see him again.

It was great seeing you again, Art. Thank you," you spoke as you opened your arms in an offered hug which he accepted gladly. Your arms wrapped around each other, your hands rubbing against his back and taking the moment to savour his cologne. He still managed to smell the same, and you nearly sobbed at the thought.

You pulled away from him with a sigh, finding a pensive expression on his face. "You okay?" you asked. The furrow in his brows relaxed slightly before he answered. "Yeah, it's just," he breathed before continuing, "I think that's the most intimate thing I've experienced in a while."

His confession hit you like a ton of bricks, and you hadn't realized you hadn't said anything until he spoke up again. "That makes me sound a loser."

You laughed at that, not because you agreed but because there wasn't a world where you could think Art was a loser. He could be a total washout, the worst tennis player on the ranking, and you'd still think highly of him.

"I don't think you're a loser, Art," you told him as your hands rested on the sides of his face, taking a moment to appreciate his pretty face. Still as pretty and sweet and funny as all those years ago.

The kiss felt like a reunion between two hearts. Like this very moment had been exactly what you had been looking for for the last ten plus years. It felt like home, and when you pulled away, you felt homesick.

He rested his forehead against yours, breathing in the moment before his head lifted to kiss your forehead. You couldn't help but smile. You were finally home.

[corvidcrossbow]

FIRST OFF, 600+ NOTES ON THAT FIC????? I ACTUALLY LOVE YALL LIKE I WILL SOB AND YOUR COMMENTS & REBLOGS 😭😭 I WAS NERVOUS ABOUT POSTING ON TUMBLR FOR SO LONG BUT YALL ARE SO SWEET I CANT I APPRECIATE YOU SO MUCH, BUT ANYWAY-

Nobody can ever convince me that Daryl doesn't purr like that man is a full on cat not actually… maybe? 👀

But his voice is already so low and scratchy and gravelly, half his vocabulary being grunts, and the other half is just extensions of grunts, he HAS to be purring too, humming so low that it just descends into purrs. (This has some smutty talk in it)

BUT LIKE HERE?? PURRING

The first time you noticed it, he was laying on your chest cuddling, maybe after sex or just a long day. His eyes were closed, enjoying the rhythmic rising and falling of your chest as you breathe, listening to your heart beat, feeling your warm, smooth skin.

Your hand rested on his head, slowly raking through his hair, combing through the strands and scratching his scalp. He'd grunt a little in approval, nuzzling closer to you, and it'd turn into a continuous low hum – a purr.

You could feel soft vibrations running through him and transferring to you. It was so comforting, healing.

“You purr,” You murmured, a gentle smile on your face.

“Hm?” He was a little confused by what you meant.

“You purr – like a cat.”

Daryl was still confused. He didn't hear it himself, didn't really know what you were implying, was maybe even a little insecure about it. He didn't know if that was a good thing, but you affirmed to him it was. He does it subconsciously when he's comfortable and had just never noticed it himself, or had someone point it out to him.

Most any time you're cuddling, he does it, still not even realizing it unless you say something. Cuddling would be a lower, more consistent/ continuous purr.

And during sex, when he's more submissive or really needy, whether missionary or you riding him (any position really) he'll bury his head into your hair, crook of your neck, shoulder, or chest and purr, breath hitching too with whimpers and whines. And this one is higher pitched, breaking with his breaths

Scratching is the major trigger for it. His head, back, forearms, torso, literally anywhere, just especially his scalp. He loves it more than he even realizes.

I would call him “my kitty” or "kitty" and he'd probably scoff at it at first sayin “‘m not'ah cat” but when I'm in his lap and he's literally purring and whimpering with tears in his eyes as I ride him how could I not call him my kitty?? (Never kitten cuz discord mods destroyed that word 🗿)

He's not the only thing that's purring

[satorusugurugurl]

Currently thinking about switch reader and switch toru, where reader would be riding him while he’s a crying whining mess, maybe even tying his hands up, but as soon as she gets off of him he’s ripped the binds on his wrists and is flipping her over to give her the same treatment

-🍭

Silk

Characters: Gojo Satoru, FAB!Reader

Warnings: Bindage, silk ropes, choking, smut dirty talk, switch!gojo, switch!reader

Word Count: 1,119

A/N: F-Feral, submissive, whinning Gojo is one of my favorite Gojo’s!! 🫣

Gojo Satoru was the strongest. It was something everyone said, including himself. Yes, your boyfriend was the strongest sorcerer of the modern age. Which meant he got sent on missions a lot, which you didn't mind. He always came back home to you, cocky and ready for a sweet treat as a prize for himself.

What people didn't know was that when Gojo came back from a long or tedious mission, he needed you. Satoru needed you in a way that he never, ever let other people even know about. Because what would that into his reputation? What would happen if people knew Gojo Satoru wasn't always the strongest in bed?

Sure, Gojo loved fucking you into the mattress. But days after two week-long missions, he wanted to sit back and let you take the reins. He was beginning to regret his choice to let you do what you wanted now.

“A-Ah, holy fuck!” Gojo’s eyes flooded with tears, his blue eyes watching his cock disappear into your pussy as he slowly, and he fucking meant, slowly bounced up and down on him. “Y/N babe, please!” He cried out, choking on a sob as you clamped down on his oversensitive cock. “P-Please, move faster!”

“I'm sorry; I thought you told me to enjoy myself, Toru.”

“I-I did! But I-I need more.”

You stopped moving altogether, sitting on his lap, cockwarming his throbbing cock. He whined in protest, struggling against the blue rope binding his wrists together. There was something about seeing him like this. Gojo was so needy and desperate that it had your pussy twitching with need. Feral horny Satoru was fun, but this submissive Satoru hit a different kind of button inside of you.

His hips weakly tried rocking up into you, but you hummed, slowly pulling up off him until he was an inch from popping out. “N-No, wait, what are you doing?! Please, please don't!” With a sneer, you slammed yourself back down onto his length, taking all of him in one go. “HAA!” Blue iris’ were the size of pin pricks as you repeated the same pattern, over and over, until he was choking on moans.

“Look at you~ such a good boy, Satoru~” Your boyfriend's chest heaved, eyes shut tight as you leaned forward, your fingers wrapping around his neck. “Are you my good boy~?”

Satoru bucked his hips cock throbbing as he shook his head. “I-I’m not a fucking sub.” A sadistic smile crossed over your face as he bounced faster, moaning as you felt the coil in your tummy tightening.

“Ooh~? Is that why you're blushing like a whore~? Do you want me to stop?” he shakes his head, “I asked you a question.” Fingers tightened around his throat, and you savored the way he cried out. “So answer it; are you a good boy?”

The way you spoke the degrading tone, made everything feel better. It was like he was in his domain, and everything was much more intense. His balls clenched, and a strangled cry overcame him as the first waves of his orgasm rolled over him.

His hands fought against the silk ribbon you so cruelly bound him with. “I-I’m a good boy! I'm a good boy!” Crying out, Satoru threw his head back, cumming inside of your pussy as you bounced harder, faster before slamming down on him completely, cumming with him.

Heavy breathing flooded the room as your heart rate began to slow. Only when you were positive you weren't going to pass out from pure orgasmic bliss your gaze fell on your boyfriend's face. Satoru’s bangs hung over his eyes; his ivory-perfect skin flushed red.

He looked so fucked out of his, drool spilling from the corner of his mouth. His chest was moving rapidly; his stomach muscles clenched underneath you. God, he looked so delicious like this, but at the same time, he seemed out of it. A little too out of it.

“Satoru?” He didn't respond. “I'll go get you some water.” Inching yourself off Satoru’s semi-hard cock, you gasped as the tip popped out. With jelly legs, you got off him, standing up slowly. “Baby, I'll be rig-” Looking over your shoulder, you came face to face with stunning blue eyes. “T-Toru?”

In one swift movement, Satoru yanked his wrists apart, ripping the blue silk bindings. Large hands gripped your hips, throwing you down on the mattress. The fluidity of his actions left you breathless, his hips pressing against yours. His hard cock throbbed before plunging inside of you.

“Nnngh! Fuck!” Satoru growled, hearing your cries of pleasure. One hand gripped your hip so hard you knew you'd have bruises later. “T-Toru!”

“You thought it was cute tying me up like that?” His voice was dark, lips on your neck, breathless words tickling your ear. “Oh, you got nothing to say now?” he thrust deeper, his cock hitting your cervix head-on. “Yeah, that's what I thought.” His free hand grabbed both of your wrists, pinning them against the mattress. “Not so funny now that you're in my position, is it?”

You couldn't find the words to respond other than ‘fuck’. Satoru was fucking your brains out. Literally rendering your use of human language useless. All you were capable of doing was crying out his name as his cock slammed against your g-spot and your cervix with each thrust.

“Ah! Mnnngh T-Toru!” He chuckled, the hand in his hips moving, rubbing your clit in circles, his other hand squeezing around your wrists tightened, making your eyes roll back.

“Who's my good girl?”

“Haah, ah~!”

“Answer the question Y/N! Who's my good girl?!”

“M-Me! I am!”

Satoru took your earlobe between his teeth, picking up the pace of his sensual movements. “Then be a good girl and cum on my fat cock!” His eyes shut tight as you obeyed him, jerking and screaming, your orgasm bringing him over the edge of his second one. “That’s right, good girl~ good fucking girl~!”

The warmth from your lingering orgasm and Satoru’s body laid over you. Satoru’s bare chest hummed with a satisfied groan before trailing kisses up your neck all the way to your lips. The kiss was soft and full of adoration, his strong hands cupping your face. Before he collapsed next to you, his arms dropped over you, pulling you close.

“Next time, you'll be the one tied up.” He whispered over the back of your neck, grinning against your skin as you squirmed. “And baby, that's a fucking promise I intend to keep.”

[lemonmaid]

Alpha gojo x omega male reader

Theme is angest and fluff

Reader and gojo were high school sweet hearts and on thier final year reader got knocked up by gojo and on his way to tell gojo there was a misunderstanding which leds to them breaking up and reader taking the unborn kids (twins because why not) and after a few years gojo finds him with the kids and they reconnect after the misunderstanding was cleared up if that's alright with you

Also can you not make reader submissive and shy, I don't like it when omegas are like that

Wow! Most detailed request but coming up!!

Warnings: misunderstandings, mpreg, omegaverse, angst, rushed. Miscommunication

"Standing Next to you"

20■■

(Name) was on the train coming back from Kyoto.

To say there was a lot on his mind was an understatement was…undermining it.

'This fucking blows'. 

(Name) looked at the omega across from him sitting in the reserved seating for pregnant people, looking at his flat stomach he cringed. 

'You're like an alien…. A parasite'.

(Name) was only a few weeks along, has he been to a doctor? No. But he did spend all day in Kyoto praying for a sign to tell him what he should do.

He could he a responsible adult and tell his mate that he was pregnant but in his teenage mind that's something that was off the table or too far out of reach. 

He did want to tell Satoru but knowing the Gojo clan, they would want him to abort anyway. 

That's where (name) was conflicted, he didn't want a pup but it was his damn choice if he wanted to abort, why should he listen to a bunch of betas and alphas tell him what to do?.

"Next stop Nagoya" 

He still had four more hours to think.

(Name) arrived at his dorm pretty late, surprisingly, Satoru was there, fuming.

"Where were you?".

"Out?".

Satoru crossed his arms, "Out?".

"Yeah".

Satoru stared down (Name) who was trying to take off his shoes before he came inside the room.

"Where were you all day? You never answered your phone".

(Name) shrugged his shoulders, "It died".

"Really?"

"Yeah, I forgot to charge it". In reality, whenever (Name) saw Satoru's name pop up on his flip he felt like vomiting.

Satoru sighed, "I feel like as your mate I have a right to know-"

"I'm not going to talk to you when you treat me like this". (Name) rolled his eyes, throwing his keys onto the counter, and walking away.

Satoru followed the omega into their shared room, "Like what?"

"You're talking down at me. Treating me like a child".

"Well, you're acting like a child!"

"Me? I'm acting like a child?"

"Yes! You just go out and don't talk to me anymore! I was worried-"

(Name) closed and locked the bathroom door, staring into the toilet bowl, "Maybe because I am a child? So are you Satoru, are you forgetting that we are 3rd years? Haven't even-".

'I'm going to vomit'

"Stop! I'm not arguing with you! You need to tell me where you're going all day!". Satoru's voice was filled with worry, he sounded like he was genuinely hurt.

"I don't think I have to tell you anything!".

'I'm so sorry Satoru' 

There was silence between the two, The dim kitchen light glowed softly in the background.

"Maybe… we should take a break".

'It's for the best this way'

***

Shoko awkwardly rubbed the omega's back, as he vomited.

"There…. There"

(Name) gasped before dry heaving.

'This is worst'

Shoko lit a cigarette in the cheap apartment bathroom, "So… are you telling him? You know being with your mate will help with-".

"No".

(Name) was quick to move out of the dorm and drop out. It's been…a few long terrible weeks without Satoru; his mate, his better half, his everything.

Shoko sighed, "I would recommend a patch that you put on your mating mark to help with separation sickness but I'm pretty sure that will fuck up the pup".

(Name) laid against the cool wall, huffing and panting as sweat dropped from his forehead, ".... I will…go through the pain if it means staying away from Satoru… I will just-".

Shoko tossed him a water bottle, "I don't need your sob story, gosh, you sounded like Suguru when he was going through his separation sickness". Shoko sighed, putting out her cigarette and flushing it down the toilet.

Shoko pinched her nose, "Listen as a"

"You're not a doctor"

"Yet".

"Just… tell him. He would understand, he cares about you. And you damn well know it. Hell you two are mated, you're stuck together-".

Shoko looked at (name) with wide eyes.

"Please tell me you are hoping he just gets a mark removal surgery".

"I heard his clan would-"

"Fuck his clan are you fucking insane? Do you wanna drop? You'll kill your pups-"

"Fuck Shoko! I know! Fuck I know" (Name) cried, no sobbing.

"No, snap out of it! Do you think you can raise pups alone! Fuck in this shit hole? How can you raise them if you're fucking dropping!"

"Fucking! I know! I don't know what else to do Shoko! We are 17!! I don't want to burden anyone!! I can't!".

"You're not alone! Stop acting like it! Satoru fucking begs me to tell him where you are at! Stop pushing us away!".

(Name) sobbed into his knees, "I don't need saving. I can do this!".

"I'm getting Satoru".

Present

That was the last time anyone really saw (Name).

It's been two years.

Shoko didn't have the heart to tell Satoru that his missing mate was pregnant, hell she didn't need to see another one of her friends drop and die.

Satoru had eyes and noses everywhere looking for his mate, he didn't really give up.

Well, until today. 

Satoru's eyes went wide when he saw two white headed pups run up to him. Yapping away about the similarities between the three of them.

"My! My!!"

"Dammy!" 

The two twins grabbing his long legs.

Satoru felt a sob in his throat when he saw his long lost mate few feet away from him.

Oh how he glowed.

Oh how he aged.

He was still beautiful.

Why was he wearing a scent patch?

Why did he look unhappy to see him?

Why did Satoru's heart crushed?

(Name) called the twins names over to him. 

'Aoto and Shuto'

"My pups?" Satoru begged, he was pleading, his heart bleeding with sadness.

(Name) was obviously hesitant before nodding.

Satoru felt a sob exit his chest before crushing the three in a hug.

The four of them had dinner at Satoru's home, Satoru didn't want them out of his sight.

Satoru had the twins on both sides of his neck, letting them rest on his glands as he scent bonded them as they slept.

"Why did you keep this from me?".

"I was… scared of you turning me down so I wanted to speed up the progress".

"I would never turn this down…. (Name)... you're my mate… these were my pups".

"I know your clan-".

"I've.. disowned that, this is my clan…" gesturing towards the twins.

The two sat in silence.

Satoru sighed, "I want to make this work, but you need therapy, we need couples counseling… I still love you and I want to work this out".

(Name) nodded.

"I love you too".

[jilixthinker]

sweet nothings

=͟͟͞♡ bang chan × fem!reader

=͟͟͞♡ collared channie

word count: 950 words

content warning: explicit sexual content, sub!chan, established relationship, mommy kink, edging, cock play, ass slapping, dacryphilia

a/c: @straykeedz asks (kinda) and I deliver, mwah.

=͟͟͞♡ please consider reblogging if you like my works!

"What's going on Channie? Too much already?"

Chan looks like a wet mess while you caress his sweaty cheek. He is on the verge of tears, sweet whimpers falling out from his parted lips. He is been rutting against your stomach for more than one hour now, straddling your lap and grinding his naked body with growing impatience.

His swollen cock is gradually wetting your pants underneath, red and oversensitive after being denied of his orgasm for so long. He is wearing nothing but his black cat ears and the collar he used for the fansign. The letters forming "Chris" are shiny under your gaze.

Chan doesn't answer to your question, but his face is a flushed mask and you know he heard you. You coo condescendingly at his silence.

"Too dumb to answer me, honey? You are so sweet."

Chan keeps rubbing himself in small circles, quickly puffing air out of his opened mouth. His tongue lolls out of his lips and a dribble of saliva falls from the tip of it, leaking on his aching cock.

"S' tired m-mommy."

Your bring your arm to circle his hips and your hand caresses the small of his back. Chan whimpers and his puffy cockhead gets caught on the fabric of your sweats.

"But I'm not done playing with you, baby."

Chan cries a little when your hand rests on the soft fat of his buttcheek before hitting his skin with a loud smack. As soon as he feels the slight pain, he rolls his hips and spurts some more precum on you.

"Ah... b-but I've been good. Uh, uh, I've been good f-for you. I wan' cum."

You slap his butt again, he lets out the sweetest sound, cock twitching for the slight pain.

"I don't think so Channie. Not yet. You are still talking, uh? That means you are still with me. You know what I want from my baby boy, right?"

You look up and he is just the prettiest, all spread out and submissive for you. His face is a mess, eyes glossy and lips all bruised and red. His legs tremble every time he delivers a shallow thrust over you.

"Y-yes... I-I don't know, I jus' want to- uh."

You wrap your free hand around his cock and you squeeze it. It's not too harsh, but it's enough to finally make him cry. The tears wet his cheeks and he keen loudly at the feeling.

You smile and you scoot forward to place a tiny peck on his neck, just above his collar. You start a lazy rhythm, stopping just to stimulate his spongy head, all red and swollen. Chan soft sobs make you feel lightheaded and you slide your thumb against his slit. Chan's thighs shake and he nearly screams.

"You know why I gave you this pretty choker to wear in front of all those people, Channie? All tight and with your name on it?" you ask, sliding your left fingers around said collar and grabbing it firmly. "You know why mommy did it?" You wrap your index and thumb on the material and you suddenly pull, Chan's neck harshly moved forward.

Chan is just babbling at this point, head empty of thoughts but full of pleasure for being toyed like this by you. As if he is just yours. As if you own him.

"I did it so everyone could see that you are mine. Just mine to use. My pretty toy." You pull the choker more and he lets out a painful sigh at the movement. "And for you to remember your own name after I am done using you."

Your words are harsh, but your tone is sickengly sweet while you start to circle fastly your wrist around his tip, and obscene squelching noises fill the room.

"And I guess it's working, uh? Can't hear you talking anymore."

Chan's strenght reaches his final point and he finally gives up, falling on your body. He squishes his face on the crook of your neck and his warm tears roll on your shoulder while you keep rubbing the palm of your hand against the head of his cock, making him mewl and squirm. He cannot think anymore, he just feels sticky pleasure and nothing else.

"That's right. That's it. My sweet boy is gonna give me all of his cum, isn't he? You're gonna give it to me because it's mine. Every drop is mine, like everything of you have."

With the hand in between his legs you finally pump his cock fast and hard, feeling him getting painfully rigid between your finger. The filthy noise of his balls slapping against his own skin with every stroke fills the room.

"C'mon, baby boy. You can cum, you have been so good for mommy. Let go, sweet thing. Cum on me."

You turn your face and you kiss his cheek lovingly. Chan hiccups and you give him one last stroke, rubbing your thumb just under the cockhead, where the spongy tip meet his frenulum. And that's how he cums. Warm spurts of cum covering all your hand, hot and creamy, while he finally breathes all of the pleasure out of himself.

"That's my baby. There you go. Always so perfect for me, so sweet. I love you. You did so well."

Chan hums and you bring your hand to stroke gently his hair, combing his sweaty locks and hugging him tight. Chan snuggles against your chest, still panting a little and nuzzling his head on your breasts.

"B-been good?" He murmurs, voice low and tired.

"Been so good, Channie." You kiss the top of his head, whispering sweet nothing until his body relaxes against yours.

His shiny collar is so pretty on him, you think. Good for him you bought him another one.

©️ jilixthinker, 2024. please do not copy, translate, or republish my works anywhere.

[daturabouquet]

DOTTORE'S SHARP TEETH.

Dottore letting you touch his teeth taking an unexpected turn. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂ttore frfr

"Oh Doctor, what sharp teeth you have!"

[Warning! mention of skin branding, spicy-ish?, marking, biting, abuse of authority, dubious consent to biting]

----------------------𝕀𝕝 𝔻𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕖------------------------

"Doctor, I'm interested in your teeth!" You chirped, gaining the Doctor's attention. Dottore turns around and gazes upon your figure, seemingly intrigues with your request. "My teeth?" Dottore asks, making sure he heard you correctly. "What is there that is interesting with my teeth, dear?" He continues.

"Look at them, they're really sharp.. I wonder if I can touch them, Dottore?" You ask, though a little bit doubtful of his approval, but you push through. Hearing your question, the Doctor suddenly smiles widely, showing off his sharp teeth. He then bends down to your level and grabs your wrist. "Go ahead my sweet, feel around." Without hesitation, you start caressing his every tooth, you have always been fascinated by the unique shape of his teeth. His canines are the pointiest, also the most interesting to touch, how can you ever resist touching those perfectly razor sharp teeth?

As you run your finger across his canine, instantly you see blood. Dottore's canine tooth has sliced your finger, leaving you wincing and pulling away. Dottore stops baring his teeth, and puts his focus back to you. He nods and takes his trusty clipboard, scribbling something on it.

"Hey! I-i'm bleeding here!" You pout, asking for his attention once again, but instead of coming to your aid, Dottore approaches with a very suspicious smile on his face.

"(name)." Dottore calls out.

"Y-yes?" You reply, surprised by his sudden call. "You just gave me a brilliant idea, dear. Remember that time you distastefully rejected my polite offer to brand you as mine?" Dottore says, softly cupping your face.

"Y-yes! I-I didn't want to be branded with hot metal..." You complain, but there's no malice in your tone, only a slight hint of fear.

Dottore leans down, now inches away from your sensitive skin. He whispers on your neck, his warm breath giving you goosebumps. "Why don't I brand you in another way, darling dearest?" His words send you into a state of fight or flight, but unfortunately you're cornered. Realizing your defeat, you submissively whimper and utter a simple yet pleading request; "Please don't make it hurt too much."

Dottore nods dismissively before grabbing the back of your neck, forcing you to stay in place. His gaze is cold, unfeeling yet possessive. His teeth grazing your sensitive skin, like a predator toying with its prey. His lips meet your skin, kissing it softly before parting, and biting deep down into your flesh. His soft hums soothe your nerves, his fingers tapping on your waist, averting your attention away from the sting.

You try to focus on anything, anything. Desperate to ease the pain, you tug on Dottore's long lab coat, burying your face on his shoulder. You bite your bottom lip in pain, all while breathing in your lover's familiar scent; a hint of rubbing alcohol, a slight touch of chemicals, and a whole lot of blood. Tears are pooling up in your eyes, for you know your Harbinger will not consider your comfort.

"D-Dottore... I-it hurts!" You finally sob out. Surprisingly, the Doctor finally pulls away. You notice both blood and saliva trickling down your poor abused neck. You look at yourself in horror and shock, yet Dottore stares at you, his gaze seemingly looking for another target.

Before you can react, Dottore latches back onto a different spot on your neck, creating a second "love" bite. You can't protest, you can never protest. He's your superior after all, right? He needs to mark you entirely as his, and this torment is just his way of claiming you.

"D-doctor.. p-please.. i-it hurts so much-" You cry out, this time desperate for relief.

The Doctor pauses, before smiling wickedly and holding you even tighter and peppering kisses all over your bruised "love" bites. Little did you know, this is how your sick and twisted lover prepares you for more razor sharp love bites to come.

--

"Mmm..."

His teeth sink deep into your skin.

"S-stop it! Please.. it hurts so much..."

Your hands tugging on his lab coat.

"Three more, dear."

Gentle taps on your nape.

"I'm yours- I-I'm yours! Please... This is unnecessary-"

Pathetic fruitless begging.

"Mmm.."

Soothing caresses.

"P-please... at least... give me some... care..."

Pleading for mercy.

"I'll reward you for your good behavior..."

His loving gaze on you.

"A-a few kisses? A-and a hug...?"

Submission.

"Whatever you desire."

------

[redr0sewrites]

Continuing from your jealousy HCs for Blade, I especially like the idea of reader topping Blade. His jealousy is painfully obvious at times and I think he would try to deny it, that he's not jealous and that he just finds it annoying that you're talking so sweetly to another man. He'd become a little mean and petty, kinda like a cat.

What better way to assure him than to leave your claim all over his body, kiss, bite, and mark him up. Fuck him rough and good, all while whispering sweet nothings into his ear, how well he's taking you, how good he is for you, how you only have eyes for him. Make him cum over and over again, 'till he's shaking and trembling from pleasure. That should make him remember he's the only one you want, or... does he need another reminder 🫣

your sooo real for this anon<33333 bladie is sooooo yummy and pathetic when hes jealous. hope u enjoy~

🥀Cw: smut, sub blade, jealous sex, dirty talk, marking, bondage, praise/degradation, overall filth, gn reader/can be read as a strap or a dick, etc

🥀 minors dni

"im not jealous. i have no idea what your talking about," blade spoke firmly, yet his eyes refused to meet yours.

"aww, its okay to admit it bladie~ your so cute when your jealous", you hum, stepping closer to him until your chests were pressing together. blades breathing was short and ragged, and a pink haze tinted his cheeks. his dark hair framed his face as he looked down at you, his eyes wild with lust.

"im not..." his voice was rough and throaty with arousal, thick and rough and full of desire. you giggle, pushing him back against the bed and he obeyed you perfectly. you pinned him down, even though you were much smaller than him he was always so submissive- how cute!

"do you need a reminder that I'm yours?" you move to straddle him, and his breath hitches as you rub up and down his thick thighs. he nods slowly, and you smirk. in a few sharp tugs, clothing was being discarded and blade was face down, ass up in the sheets, your cock rubbing against his ass. he squirmed, a quiet mewl falling from his lips as you slowly rocked against him.

"how needy~" you whisper in his ear, and he whimpers in response. you entered him suddenly and almost immediately began to fuck into him roughly, his whole body began to tremble with each thrust.

"nghh~ i- im not- please-" blade was gasping, his voice cracked with pleasure as you continued to fuck him senseless. in response, you yanked his hair harshly and began to nip and bite at his neck and shoulders. blade only seemed to grow more and more feral, his hips bucking back against your strap.

"im yours, and your mine. dont forget that, hmm bladie?" blade sobbed in response to your words, he was squeezing you so tight you were sure he was close. his whole body was quivering and his moans grew louder and louder as tears began to form in his eyes.

"im- im sorry- please im close~ ngh- plea-" blade shook, eyes rolling back as your hips continued snapping against his, the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room.

"you taking me so well, such a precious little slut. go on, you can cum~" blade opened his mouth in a broken moan as his orgams ripped through him, shoulders shaking as he practically collapsed against the bed, however you didnt stop.

"wha- i- mhm~" blade sobbed, tears were streaming pathetically down his flushed cheeks.

"are you sure you werent jealous?" you ask, voice laced with arousal and malice. he tried to speak, but words failed to form as broken moans and whimpers spluttered from his lips.

"i- im sorry- i was, i was! im yours!" his needy whines and pleas only made your own arousal grow, and you began to fuck into him faster and faster. he began to moan and gasp louder, hips shaking and face flushed.

"wha- mhm- ngh~" his voice shook with arousal, his hair was sticking to his forehead with sweat and his eyes were rolling back with every thrust.

"aww, you really thought i was done with you bladie?"

not me dropping smut and then leaving again for 2 days 💀 schools been kicking my ass but ive been getting back into writing so thats good ajsjsj- ANYWAYS HOPE U ENJOY ANONN

[squirmhoney]

INDEFINETLEY HIS | NAOYA ZEN'IN

Please read all warnings carefully, my fics cover dark topic matters, that may be upsetting to certain readers. Read at your own discretion. Warnings: Dark. Arranged/Forced marriage. Non con. Dub con. Abusive relationship. Forced pregnancy Spanking. Violence against reader. Misogynistic views. Degrading views. Submissive reader. 18+ A/N: The last part is finally here. I'm sorry to have you waiting but I hope you enjoy.

AS ALWAYS MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! MASTER LIST HERE

//

Naoya made you feel desired and completely cherished during and even into the first month after your pregnancy. He was sweet, peppering your skin in tender kisses in the morning and holding you close to him at night.

You honestly believed this was the life you had dreamt of all along. The first few months of your marriage somehow managed to become a distant memory. 

But Naoya was quick to remind you of his true self when you denied him access to you for the first time. You still felt his fingers as they pinned you down by the nape of your neck that night, holding you to the mattress so he could force himself into you. You still remember how it stung with each dry thrust of his cock in your walls, sobbing into the sheets at how brutal he was being. 

You also remembered how apologetic he was days later when you cowered away from him in the kitchen, covering your skin in feather light kisses till you were once again comfortable in his embrace. 

Honestly a part of you believed that would be the last of it. That he'd be done treating you like that. 

How Naive you had been. 

You were sure Naoya enjoyed being mean to you, some sick and twisted part of him got off at fighting against you. At times if there wasn't something to argue about, he seemed to find something as if he was seeking it out. 

All those months of submitting to his every whim seemed to be for nothing. Especially when you'd find yourself desperately trying to please him, only to be met with the rough touch of his back hand moments later. You walked on eggshells around him, never knowing which side of the man you married you'd be greeting at the door each day.

But after having your second son you had given up trying to constantly be on his good side. At least you knew if you gave him the satisfaction of defying a few times in the month, you could predict what was coming. 

In some ways you could almost make peace with it. 

//

Your son squealed with delight as you blew raspberries into his stomach. You were gleaming down at him, pulling him into your arms as your three year old tried to climb your back. 

“Minoru,” you laughed, trying to gently wriggle him off your back. “Be careful with your brother around.” 

Naoya couldn’t deny the tender feeling that settled in his stomach as his eyes watched over you three, taking a moment to appreciate you all before he interfered. 

“Minoru,” he warned, making himself known to you all. 

Naoya noticed the way you tensed at the sound of his voice, turning his way as you tried to muster a smile on his face. 

“Didn’t realise you’d be back so early,” you said, pulling yourself up from the floor. 

Minoru practically jumped into his father’s arms at the opportunity, 

“Mission was quick,” He stated, picking Minoru up into his arms. “I wanted to spend time with my family.” 

There was hesitation in you as you leaned closer to greet him, pressing your lips to his cheek. It wasn't a kiss, your lips barely grazed him and he could tell you didn't mean it. 

But he wasn't going to press you about it, not until later at least.

// 

You hadn't remembered how the argument had started this time. All that you knew was that after getting both of your sons to sleep you found yourself already on the losing side, barely able to make your case.

“It was a thought- I just mean-” you were struggling to get your words out, feeling the pressure of his cold stare on the back of your neck. You peered over your shoulders, glassy eyes holding his gaze. “I'm tired.” 

“No,” the word was harsh as it sat on his tongue, strung out as he shook his head. “Don't lie to me.” 

“I just want a break,” you told him, breath shaky. “We’ve had two children. But I just need a break, can't you understand that?” 

“This is the life you chose when you married me,” he spat at you, pushing himself up from the wall. “You know that.”

You pursed your lips, not even taking a second to think as you said, “I don't remember having much choice in the matter.”

You swallowed as his gaze darkened, turning away as he made his way towards you.

You moved to clean up the toys on the floor, hand reaching out but you were stopped as a hand wrapped itself around your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. 

Naoya towered over you, nostrils flaring as he grabbed your chin. 

Before he could open his mouth to speak, your hand moves around to slap him, taking him by surprise as he lets you go. Even though it hadn't been the first time you hit him, you still didn't react quick enough, finding yourself on the floor before you knew it. 

“Get up,” he demanded, scowling down at you. “Don't make me ask twice.”  

Tears stung your eyes as you gazed up at him, taking your sweet time to get up off the floor. He knew exactly what you were doing as he watched you, his patience only wearing thin as his hands went down to pull you up. He gripped your hair with one hand, making you yelp in pain as he yanked you up. 

“I told you to get up,” he hissed into your ear. 

“Naoya,” you cried, clawing at his hand to drop you. 

But his hand only tightened, waiting for you to beg for release. 

“Please,” it came out choked and forced. “You’ll wake the boys.” 

He relented, finally, shoving you away from him. But you knew he wasn't really done with you, not when he stopped by the door, shutting it closed. 

His next moves were slow as he approached your trembling form. 

When his hand wrapped around your throat this time, you didn't flinch away or fight him off. Your hands only settled on top of his, in some sort of acceptance. 

“You're fucking despicable, you know that?” 

It was a rhetorical question but you answered anyway. 

“Yes,” you whispered in agreement, nodding. “I think I have to be in order to be your wife.”  

Naoya wasted no time tightening his hand around your throat. “Find yourself funny, hmm?” 

He was constricting your airflow in no time to the point you could only wheeze in response. 

“You love being so defiant,” he spat at you, resting his forehead against yours. “We’ll see how defiant you are in a second.” 

Naoya shoved you then, throwing you towards the wall behind you. His body was quick to follow yours, hands quickly twisting you around, your front being pressed up against the wall. While he had his body shoved up behind you, making you feel him through the material of his attire, every single bit. You were sure it made his erection twitch at the way your whole body tensed at the feel of it. 

You honestly weren’t sure sometimes which side of you he enjoyed he liked more. The submissive obedient side that obeyed every single one of his needs. Or whether he enjoyed breaking that defiant side of you every now and then. Honestly, you believed that he desired both, his cock leaking with precum against you, almost desperate and needy, if he ever could be. 

At times you saw yourself as more of a concubine than a wife, being torn open by him for his pleasure. 

You hissed at the sensation of his hips thrusting against yours from behind, the cold wall being your only comfort as he kept you tightly pressed up against it. There was no mercy as he buried himself in you again and again, repeating the motions till he was spent. 

// 

You hated him. 

You cursed the bed he slept in as he awoke next to you. 

In his mind the argument had passed, you had learnt your lesson and there was no need to discuss it anymore. 

For you the fresh bruises that sat upon your hips would be a constant reminder even in the weeks to come. 

Your only reprieve had been the few days he had left you for work, leaving you alone in your home with your children to comfort you. In their faces you saw the reason you bore the burden of being Naoya’s wife. 

But when he returned you still found yourself angry at the man you shared a home and a life with. Barely able to meet his eyes as he sauntered around your home, cradling your children in his arms and singing your praises. 

You didn’t care if it meant another dreadful night, turning away from him as he tried to share an affectionate kiss. 

However, you still found yourself flinching when he found you in the bathroom, finding a place behind you as you readied yourself for bed. 

“Wife,” he spoke, voice almost soft as he guided your hips to turn and face him. 

“Husband.” Your voice was small, barely audible even to yourself and you hated yourself for it. Especially when you felt yourself begin to coil inwards when your glazed eyes looked up to meet his, knowing how easily you would allow yourself to succumb to him. 

Naoya trailed his thumb against your faint bruises, swallowing what you could only assume was regret as he gazed down at you. There was a softness to him, one that had you wanting to retract away. 

You despised this, how gentle he could be when he wanted to. You could take the violence and anger, you could bear it. But this cruelty, the one where he toyed with you as he made you believe he cared, had you wanting to spit at him. 

But instead you stayed still, glassy eyes locking with his. 

He couldn't bring himself to say sorry, that wasn't something in Naoya’s vocabulary. But as his head leant against yours, you swore he said it with his touch. The way in which his hand fell down to the bottom of your robe, fingers caressing the soft skin of your thigh as he hiked it up. Then it was in the way his nose nudged against yours, inching himself closer until his lips were grazing yours. 

Your body tensed in his hold, hands reaching up to push against his chest in reaction. But you stopped yourself, letting your hands rest against him instead. 

“I missed you while I was away,” he spoke with sincerity, one that was hard to ignore. “So much.” 

“You didn't even say goodbye before you took off,” you said, trying to sound stronger than you did. Instead your words came out on a whimper, lips trembling as you tried to keep your resolve together. 

He sighed, giving you a bit of space. “You know how I get when you make me upset.” 

“I missed you.” It was the truth, you missed this side of him as much as you hated to admit it. 

Naoya’s lips were on yours in an instance, giving you barely any time to respond as your breath caught in your throat. He was tender with you as if he was a completely different man then he had been a week ago. 

Sometimes in your head, you liked to pretend that he was. As if you could separate the two people he could be, as if it made it any better. 

You gasped when his hand slipped between your thighs, cupping your cunt. Even though there was a part of you that desired to push him away, that defiant part of you that just didn’t want to submit to him, but your body reacted to him, leaning into his touch. 

“Need you,” was all you could manage to whimper in between kisses. 

It’s all he needed, guiding your legs open with his knee, giving himself more room. His fingers didn’t need any instruction, finding your slightly damp folds and moving with a mind of their own. 

So when he retracted, his hand retreating, you were desperate to pull him back in. But he moved his hand swiftly, wrapping them underneath your legs as picked you up, carrying you towards the bedroom. 

“Let me treat you right.” Naoya placed you down on your bed, before pushing you back and falling on top of you. 

His body caged you in, lips crashing down against the skin of your neck. He was taking his time with you, leaving a wet trail of kisses as he pathed his way down your body, slipping the material of your robe off slowly to gain more access to your skin. 

But you craved more, guiding your hips up to grind against him, hoping to ease the tension that was growing there. You could feel how aroused he was through the fabric of his clothes, your nipples pebbling at the feeling of him. 

Naoya wasn’t having any of it, shoving you down by your hips as he tutted. 

“Behave now,” he warned. 

It was harder to listen as his breath fanned against your hardened nipples, finding yourself becoming needier than you allowed yourself to admit. You let out a sharp breath as his lips wrapped around your nipple, tongue flicking over the hardened bud. It was only for a second before he was making his way down your body again, unwrapping your robe until it was only hanging off your arms. 

“My beautiful wife,” he mumbled into your skin, sinking down between your legs. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever done this for, you know that?” He dipped his head down, face mere inches from where you desired him most. “The only woman I’ll ever do this for.” 

“Please,” you pleaded with him, pouting down at him. “Please, Naoya.” 

You felt a wad of spit first, trickling down from the top of your pussy down to your hole. The nasty act had your toes curling, hips almost lifting to meet that mouth of his. 

Luckily he was done with teasing you for much longer, sliding the thick muscle of his tongue against your folds, tasting you with a groan. 

His tongue wasted no time, lapping at your lips as if they were the sweetest meal he had ever tasted. He uses his free hand, fingers spreading your folds to allow himself to get deeper, humming as if he enjoyed it as much as you. He didn’t even protest when your hips bucked up towards him, a moan falling from your lips. 

You could feel how you practically drowned his face, wetness oozing out of you once he sucked on your clit. It was in moments like these when he found himself so eager to please you, desperate to get you back on his side that he’d abandon all hopes of his own pleasure in search of yours. 

But it was you that pleaded, begging him for sweet release as you called his name. Once his fingers slid into your walls, you found it, clenching around the thick digits as he stretched you out with them. When you began to cry at the sensation, back arching off of the bed, he laughed. 

It was cruel in nature, as if to mock you for what you had become for him. But you didn’t seem to mind, only focused on the way his laugh vibrated against you, making your head spiral. 

Naoya continues to laugh as he kisses a trail up your stomach, taking amusement in your state. Your chest rising and falling as you tried to regain breath, hair sticking to your tacky skin. His laugh seemed to fade once his face reached yours, forehead pressed against yours as all that remained was a wicked grin. 

You should have feared him then, ran away like the prey he saw you as but all you could do was stare up at him with wet eyes. 

“What’s wrong?” Naoya taunted, hands already pushing your legs upwards and forming them into a mating press. 

As soon as you opened your lips to speak, you were met with the taste of yourself on the tip of Naoya’s tongue. It was intoxicating, distracting you from his tip prodding against your entrance. You barely registered it at first, but once he had you filled to the brim, you found yourself hissing. 

Naoya smirked against you at this, carving his hips upwards as he moved them slowly in and out of you. He takes his time with you, holding himself back as he got you worked up underneath him. 

You could see it in the way his eyes darkened that he was desperate to take what was his and you would have let him, allowed him his true nature if he only asked for it. But Naoya never believed in asking and a snarl formed on his lips, you knew he already figured an excuse for his next actions. 

“Want me to make you a mum again? Hmm?” He asked, knowing what your immediate reaction would be. 

You pouted up at him, tears stinging your eyes as you held your tongue. 

“I think we’re in need of a daughter,” Naoya continued to toy with you, fingers digging into the skin of your thighs. “Don’t you think?” 

You knew he was awaiting an answer and though you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of the answer he desired, you also feared what your silence would also cause. 

You could see him growing impatient, eyes squinting and nose flared as he waited. 

“Please,” you whimpered, tears clogging your throat. 

“Not what you want?” He questioned. 

He could read your answer on your face, placing a chaste kiss on your cheek before he picked up his pace. 

“You’ll bear my child because I want it,” he commanded, thrusting his hips harshly against you, emphasising his words. “As my wife you’ll do this for me.” 

You nodded in agreement, barely able to focus once again as he forced himself in you again and again. 

“Good.” His lips found your neck, teeth grazing the skin of your throat. “After all, I think I like you best swollen and round because of me.” 

There was no fighting against him, you knew that, you had figured that out long ago. That's why in that moment you stopped, pulling him closer instead of pushing him away. Your hands trailed his naked skin, holding him close to you as they wrapped around his neck. 

“That’s my good girl,” he purred, making you clench around him. “Going to let me fill you up all night?” 

“Yes,” you sang, nodding your head. 

And you meant it, truly believing this is where you belonged. This is what you deserved.

//

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[miupow]

a short pt 2 to my subby bunny jjunie thought 🤍 ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪

꒰ 🐇 ꒱ NSFW, MDNI! sub!yj, dom!fem!reader, bunny hybrid yj, mommy kink, oral (m. recieving), whiny yj, begging, talk about unprotected sex, yj refuses to wear a condom lol, breeding kink ꒰ 0.3k ꒱

"Mommy!! I-- unhh, ah-- no!" Yeonjun sobbed, tossing his head from side to side-- your bunny's long fingers gripped your hair and shoulder like a vice, hips bucking wildly up against your face, making it difficult to pull off of his weeping cock. You had to hold his hips down with one hand, sliding Yeonjun out of your throat with a lewd wet sound... the hybird wailed loud and pathetic at the loss.

"No?" you gently stroked up your bunny's red hot length, gave the head a chaste kiss, Yeonjun's hips wild and uncoordinated and failing miserably at fucking up into your fist. Stupid bunny couldn't even fuck himself right. "Sweetie, I thought you said you needed me to help you."

"Not your mouth! No mouth, momma, please!"

"Jjunie, I already told you I'm not letting you fuck me," You gave Yeonjun's cockhead a sweet kitten lick, relishing in the way he twitched under you. "Not without a condom. You're being a brat."

"Don' wanna wear one!" Yeonjun sulked, teary eyed. God, your bunny was so spoiled. "Wanna breed you, fill you up! Hurts so bad, Mommy, wanna give you my babies!"

You reached your hand up to cup Yeonjun's swollen balls, massaged them gently-- and then gave them an unexpected, harsh slap, your hybird shrieking at the feeling, cock bobbing pathetically. "Stop whining, bad boy. You're either getting my hand, my mouth, or nothing at all, you hear me?"

"Yes, Mommy! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I wanna be good! I'll be good!"

"If you don't want my help I won't give it, then..." you mock sigh, feigning sitting up to move away-- you were just torturing him at this point, really, but the absolute power and control you had over him, so whiny and submissive and needing you so so bad... it was addictive, making him beg and cry for more.

"No, nonono--!" Yeonjun cried out, hands still gripping on you pulling you back down with surprising strength. "Suck me! Need to cum-- please, Mommy, down your throat!"

[privitivium]

mmmmmh... dombot creep(ivette:3) with a submissive and nervous subtop, reader... om nom nom((i miss me boy ivette;-;)) ivette just... powerbottoming reader until neither of 'em can walk(((and until reader can't think, tee hee)))... but bein' mean about it... ((((with, of course, facesitting and riding⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠° )))) OH, also, ivette just teasin' and makin' fun of da reader for being so submissive to a lil' freak like him....

:3 (also, lemme just- *gibes you a big smooth* i luv you:3🫀)

ur so sweet i love you too... its so silly because i got another ask about ivette and his counterpart - it must be fate... cw riding, mild overstim, face sitting - 69 position - mild dumbification - mean ivette.

dombot afab x subtop amab reader

you couldnt help but admire him as he undresses,,, he was just so,,, dainty and lovely. you cant believe someone like him is so interested in you - interested enough to fuck you like this. i mean,,, only if you knew what he got up to behind your back... it's for your own benefit!! and - his jealousy. christ - hurting the barista just for fucking up the whip cream?! ivette, please!!! have sense!!!

just a disgusting pervert,,, before you even got together he was the one rifling through your dirty clothes and taking a few spare underwear to finger himself on - and putting them back in your hamper after cumming on them?!!! and,,, leaving remnants of his saliva and cum on the inside of ur pillow,,, he could only imagine what ur reaction would be - for now at least. for now, he gets to undress - so seductively under your gaze and make eye contact,,, his core aching to be fucking filled with your ever so prominent cock bulging from your boxers -

"a-ah, i'm sorry,,," you look away - guilty for leering at his mildly curvy body with his pubes all trimmed nice and neat. he clearly takes care of himself... as you do - but it seems he takes much more care of making his pussy look pretty.

"sorry for what?" ivette questions, cooing... as he crawls over you, sitting over your thighs and you shiver; feeling the heat of his cunt along your erection - "agh,,, staring.. at you..." shyly answering him,,, so sweet. such a big, burly guy acting so bashful,,, it makes ivettes heart swell and go fucking insane with the overwhelming need to fuck you stupid,,, and he does. making you sob while he clenches delibrately around your prick - twitching inside his tight - easy fit of a cunt...

ㅡand ,,, to bury his face in the side of your cock and merely inhale the scent of your sex - your tongue so messily lapping at his folds drenched in his cum - he couldnt resist,,, couldnt stop the feeling of his lower intestines coiling at the sight of you - thats how much of an effect you have on him-!! how dare you!! making him cum so quickly by the mere scent and sight - !!

sitting up and grinding his pussy onto your open mouth - burying your nose into his clit and nearly making you suffocate, but you didnt seem to have a problem with it... your poor cock - untouched, ivette leaving it to be sensitive as ever so cruelly,,, so eagerly sucking and lapping at his folds - f-fuck he can't... he- has to pull away - and he does. seconds before the feeling begins to tighten... he has to praise you - so dutifully licking at his pussy that was soaking all for you. you must feel so confident, right? he's there to knock you off that pedestal... being such a submissive little thing for a freak like him...

ㅡ"isn't it..." ivette mumbles, nearly in a trance before he manages to shake himself out of it - the feeling of.,,, you,,, stretching out his pretty lil cunt with your poor fat dick he abuses so shamelessly. "isn't it fucking disgusting? how you subject yourself to someone as tiny as me..." you feel the back of your eyes burn with the heat of emotions threatening to pour - why was he being so mean??? sobbing quietly, and he even takes advantage of that - grinding himself downward to bury you into his cunt deep - nearly hitting something hardㅡ"you're such a mess. it's embarrassing." he scoffs, nimble hand wrapping around your neck - gently... not tight, holding you. leaning forward and his lips ghosting over yours - "so polite... so kind... you cannot expect me to not take advantage of that." merely ranting - as he begins bouncing himself on your upright prick,,, relishing in the way you squirmed - the way tears slipped down your cheeks - you were losing yourself and he can clearly fucking see that. babbling nonsense like a fucking pussy drunk idiot.

your head thrown back and hips bucking upwards into the tiny,,, pretty man,,,, "ah, look at you... my pretty boy - fucked stupid on me, huh...?" he could feel his legs slowly beginning to numb... he doesn't relent. going on and on and fucking on-! "you're such a pervert, letting a freak like me take advatange of you-!!"

he looks so sweet but he- he's talking to you so cruelly,,, you don't know what to do with yourself besides sob in his hands while your dick twitches inside him, hands threatening to grab hold of his hips and roughly plant him downward - but he gave you a strict rule not to... ugh, fuck... he f,,feels so good,,,, he's squeezing,,, nmmfgh,,,, "yeah, that's it... mhmmm!! how does it feel, huh? got anything to say for yourself?" breathless himself, as he sees your glazed over eyes and parted lips glossy with saliva - drool dribbling down your chin that he eagerly laps up. being nice enough to comfort you with a gentle kiss underneath your eye,,,, "so cute."

[holybibly]

Im so embarrass to ask this request..

Well im kind of new😭

Honestly can u do mommy dom hwa...

Like mommy hwa is so hot and dom hwa too 🤭🤭 so why not both🤭 i have read many fics abt mommy hwa it just sooo sexy...

I hope u will accept my request!!:3

Well, well, well, I see that all my bunnies just can't get enough of mommy Hwa from Pretty Flushed, and they want more.

Well, I'll give you more, just don't blame me later for getting more than you could bite.

Dom mommy Seonghwa punishing his little naughty girl for disobedience.

"How many times do I have to tell you before you learn your lesson? Mommy doesn't like naughty girls. And you, you were very naughty today..." Seonghwa's velvety voice sounds in your ears like molten honey on your skin, burning and sweet.

Your arms are tied to the headboard with silk ribbons, and your legs are spread wide so that your wet, swollen pussy is exposed to his gaze. Seonghwa's long fingers are glistening in the dim light of the bedroom, completely covered in your juices as they slide in and out of you with a sadistic slowness. You want to cum desperately, wanting this almost painfully, wanting more, but this is how you get punished.

Seonghwa will continue this exquisite torture as long as he wants.

"I'm so sorry, mommy... I didn't mean it like that; I swear, it's just..."

A hard slap on the tender skin on the inside of your thigh made you whimper loudly and close your eyes from the searing but deliciously pleasant pain. Your mind was clouded by the amazing sensation of his skilled fingers being inside of you.

You were so close to your sweet release, but Seonghwa pulled his fingers out of you with a loud squelching sound and instead slapped the palm of his hand against your leaking, slutty cunt. All you could do was sob pathetically in response, accepting everything your mommy thought you deserved.

In Seonghwa's eyes, you were so adorable—all tied up and completely submissive to him.

"Bad girls can't come, sweetheart. They don't deserve to be released in the slightest, do you understand?" God, why does he have to use that royal condescending tone with you at this moment?

You hadn't been able to bring yourself to look him in the eye. You weren't even sure what it was you had done to unleash this monster in front of you. Your mommy, who is always so sweet and gentle, is completely different from the devilish man in front of you. Usually,  Seonghwa is not so harsh with the punishment, but today, my God, something had set him off.

"Mommy...p-please let me cum...I'm so sorry, I swear I'll be obedient..."

Slap! And another one after that: your legs automatically want to close up; this kind of stimulation is too exhausting and painful for you at the moment. But you know better than to provoke Seonghwa like that. You should also learn to keep your pretty little mouth shut before you let him do it for you.

And he'll do it right now. His beautiful, hard cock, long and stringy, dripping with pre-cum, ends up right in front of your face. Seonghwa smiles arrogantly as he unties the silk from your wrists, freeing your hands, and before you can react, the sudden thrust of his hips pushes his thick cock into your mouth, causing you to choke on it.

"Ah, ah, be a good girl and take mommy's dick in your fucking mouth." He grasps you roughly by the hair and tilts your head so that you can see all of his handsome features, a dark grin spreading across his sensual lips. "Perhaps mommy will be kind enough to finish off your punishment in here and let you come on my big, fat cock. You'd like that, sweetheart. Wouldn't you?" You could only nod at his words. Your face, so swollen and red from crying, was a sight for his eyes.

His hips begin to move slowly, and you try to relax your jaw in an attempt to ease the slight pain caused by the sudden intrusion. Your watery eyes closing, thick tears streaming freely down your face, Seonghwa's face freezes into a sadistic expression as he tightens his grip on your hair, his other hand wrapped around your neck in a light and gentle stranglehold, feeling the outline of his cock beneath his palm each time he enters your mouth.

"That's it, little girl; be obedient and please your mommy."

Seonghwa's pace begins to increase fast and mercilessly, making you gasp each time his cock plunges deep into your throat; it's a satisfying sound for him. Hwa growls above you, his voice so deep and sexy that you think you could cum just from the sound of it.

His rough thrusts continue until he feels that he's about to cum, and he quickly pulls away from you with a loud pop as his cock leaves your mouth, a trail of saliva connecting the red, swollen head of his cock to your lips. He strokes your tear-stained cheek, laughing softly at the completely lost expression on your face.

"My god, you've been such a good girl for mommy. I think you've earned your reward now, have you? Hmm?" Seonghwa could see the stars shining in your eyes as you nodded furiously at him, so eager to please him and to enjoy the sweet feeling of orgasm from him. "Look how charming you are. Can't you always be as obedient as you are now? You just have to be nice, and mommy won't punish you, darling. Get down on all fours, baby, and mommy is going to give you the best orgasm of your  life." Like an obedient little kitten, you obeyed without question.

When you got down on all fours, you deliberately lifted your ass higher, shaking it too eagerly, desperate to come as soon as possible and to have Seonghwa shower you with care and love when it's all over.

“Good girls, stay put and wait patiently. You're a good girl, aren't you?"

You immediately stopped all of your movements, as you did not want to upset him again. Seonghwa's hands grabbed your ass cheeks and spread them apart. He watched as your cunt literally squeezed on nothing, the humiliation spreading through your body like a tidal wave.

Seonghwa just laughed at this, which made you whimper and push your ass towards him, which only resulted in a hard, hard slap on the cheek of your soft ass. The mark on his palm turned your skin an angry pink.

"If you keep this up, I'm going to fucking put you back where you were, and you won't be able to come until you've learned to obey me. If you keep acting like a bitch, you won't get nothing, baby. Or have you forgotten that mommy doesn't like naughty girls?" He asked. His soft tone changed so quickly, back to a cold, arrogant distance, and it scared you, so you just nodded obediently, frozen, waiting for Seonghwa to decide what to do with you next.

For a moment, you were completely lost in your thoughts. Then you felt your walls begin to stretch around the thick girth of Seonghwa's cock, causing you to moan loudly and long.

"Hmm, my love, I have prepared you so well, and you are still so tense? How many times does your mommy have to fuck your slutty little cunt for you to be able to take my dick with a single thrust?" The sudden movement of his hips made you whimper, and you buried your face in the pillow.

"Please, mommy..."

He holds you in his arms from behind, his arms wrapped around your belly, his eyes hooded with lust as he leans down to your face and whispers in your ear.

"I love you so much...baby, do you want to come on my cock, baby girl? My little girl wants to come so badly, doesn't she?"

A wave of pleasure shoots through you as he rubs his fingers quickly and persistently against your clit - it was too intense for you, your orgasm hitting you like a fast train—your knees buckle under him, and you fall limply to the bed as your pussy clench around his cock. As Seonghwa continues to fuck you mercilessly, overstimulating your entire body, your hot tears soak the pillow, leaving you looking like a complete mess.

"Mommy, no more; it's too much. Please! T-too m-much!"

Seonghwa bites the back of your neck, leaving his possessive mark, and you can feel his chest vibrate against your back as he moans into your skin with a guttural sound.

"Didn't you say that was what you wanted? A little girl can't take everything that is given to her? That's a shame, because I'm going to take that cunt as much as I want."

His thrusts are hard and fast, the stimulation too intense to resist, and you come all over his cock again. You moan loudly as the head of his cock hits the sensitive bundle of nerves inside you.

"You are so sensitive, my love. Your cunt gives me such a good squeeze." Seonghwa's fingers rub against your clit again, your loud cries muffled by the pillow as you bite down on the fabric, and you squirm under him, hoping he'll finally get off you and give you a break.

Not satisfied with what you have done, he turns you over on your back, lifts your legs up to your chest, and fucks you hard in the mating pressure position. In this position, his cock goes much deeper into you. All you can do is hold on to his hand and squeeze it hard. You were totally helpless under him. You only wanted one orgasm after hours of torturing him with your fingers. But in the end, you got more than you could bite off.

"Well, darling, don't cry... shh... I'll definitely take care of you afterwards, OK? My girl, you treat me so well; mommy will feed you so well with her cum; you will be warm and full, my darling." His breathing was ragged; he made a few more sharp thrusts, and his hips calmed down as he began to empty his cum into you, filling you to the brim. The feeling of being so filled made you cum all around him again, and you lay completely limp on the bed. Your eyelids were heavy, your body was completely boneless, and your mind was far away and unfocused from all the orgasms you had been through.

"I hope that you have learned your lesson, my darling, and that you will continue to be an obedient and good little girl. Now, let your mommy take care of you, my little one." Seonghwa said as he placed a soft kiss on your tear-stained cheek.

No matter how rude he was to you, you always knew that Hwa would treat you like royalty afterwards, as confirmation of what you already knew very well: how much he loved you.

[tired-biscuit]

in your sleep, my yearning awakens

18+ MDNI, fem!reader, stepbrother!bakugou, dark content // cw: noncon, somnophilia, stepcest, alcohol.

wc: 2.5k+

↳ this is a repost from my sideblog because i realized i'm far too lazy to run two blogs at the same time and it just makes me super stressed. i'm going to be posting dark content on my main from now on. so this is a heads up of sorts!!

this piece is also my (very late) submission for @killsaki's family ties collab.

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you make the mistake of wearing a silky little nightgown to bed on a particularly hot summer night, and end up being found by your very drunk, very inconsiderate stepbrother bakugou.

when he returns home from the bar, he finds you soundly asleep in his bed; with the covers kicked off and with your cheek buried in the pillow that smells almost overbearingly sweet, just like him.

your body is nearly naked, it makes his gaze linger on places an older brother’s eyes should never. but alas, even if he did try to get a grip on himself and not stare at his little stepsister like a wolf stares at potential prey, bakugou is shit-faced to the gods and is sort of getting horny because of it, too.

there’s an intoxicating warmth travelling through his veins, a certain one that tints his cheeks a light pink, makes his eyelids heavy and that’s outright impeccable when it comes to blurring the already thin line of what’s wrong and what’s right.

but can merely looking even be considered as the wrong thing? after all, it’s not like he’s touching you or anything. it’s not like he’s exactly violating your privacy, when you were the one who had slipped into his room in the first place and had clambered into his bed. it’s not like he’s doing anything wrong.

he’s just looking. yeah.

and how can he possibly resist from doing so? it’s late, your parents are soundly asleep, and you just look so goddamn cute while laying on your stomach like that; with the strap of your nightgown sliding down your shoulder and exposing more of your tit, with your ass peering out from underneath the hem that’s now practically risen up to your waist, and with the outline of your plump little pussy visible in your pale pink panties. you just look so innocent. so unsuspecting.

so vulnerable.

so he says fuck it. he continues to leer.

and the wolf continues to circle.

however, as minutes pass with your calm breathing filling the silence the entire time, bakugou finds himself feeling somewhat unsatisfied while standing next to the door, holding his worsening balance by leaning against the doorframe.

sure, the rhythmic way your shoulders rise and fall with every inhale and exhale is entertaining to watch. and the way you occasionally sigh and rub your thighs together before burrowing your cheek even deeper into the pillow, his pillow, does succeed at melting his heart, even if he swears up and down that his is made of stone. hell, he’s a clean freak, but even the thin trail of gleaming saliva that now dribbles past the corner of your mouth and soaks the bedding in a little puddle of spit is kind of adorable.

but it’s not nearly enough.

because bakugou, well, he wants to actually feel the rise and fall of your shoulders kiss the tips of his fingers as he hovers his hand merely an inch above your spine and holds it there. he wants to experience the warmth and softness of your plush thighs as they contrast the callouses and roughness of his palm when he slips it between your legs and explores the space there for a little bit.

he wants his cock to be the reason as to why you’re pushing your cheek into the pillow; trying so desperately to quiet down your whiny little sobs that he’d pull out of you with ever push and pull. he wants to make you drool from how fucked out you’d become as he at long last has his way with you, and not because you’re sleeping, probably dreaming about something as silly as soft marshmallows and vibrant rainbows.

he just wants, and wants, and wants. he wants the bad things that would make him feel good. over the years, he has always been holding back, has always been in search of a good enough reason not to do it, has always acted ignorant towards all that gushing that you tend to do over ‘your big ol’ brother’, with those stupidly big heart eyes that he just can’t stop thinking about the moment his head lands on the pillow and his gaze glues itself to the ceiling.

and now is his chance to not just want, but also to have. it’s the optimal setting for it, actually.

all there’s left to do, is to act.

so he closes the door shut with a soft click. locks it. walks those couple of steps that take him to close the distance between you. he sinks one knee into the mattress, then the other, until he’s so close to your sleeping form that he can smell the faintest whiff of your fruity shower gel.

“fuck me,” he breathes silently, jaw locking shut because of the nerves. “fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“keep going,” his inner voice says. the one that actually manages to persuade when he’s under the influence. “she’s right there.”

so he takes a good look at you, then. how your eyelashes flutter with sleep and how the bridge of your nose scrunches because of your dreams. he listens to your steady breathing that’s far from panicked — for now, that is. how you softly murmur pure gibberish from time to time. it’s all so sweet.

just like you must be. oh, if he could just get a taste… a single lick…

bakugou has never considered himself to be a pussy, but nearly fiften minutes pass before he at long last stops stalling and grows the balls to seal his fate once and for all. but brave or not, cold sweat still washes over him as he raises his arm and drags his palm between your shoulder blades; fingers as light as a feather as they follow the length of your spine over the silk.

goddammit, he thinks. i’m actually gonna follow through with this fuckin’ shit, huh?

if he were sober, he’d never; he’s well aware of that. despite the anger issues and the short fuse that lead to impulsive decisions, bakugou katsuki has always been in complete control of his actions, surroundings, desires, wishes, yearning, body, spirit, mind, even his goddamn soul. he’s been in control of everything.

but the leash is not so tight anymore, when liquor comes into play, now is it? no, instead it causes the rope to dangle rather loosely around his neck as he sits next to his poor, naive little sister whilst she sleeps in his bed, looking as cute as a button despite the slutty nightgown. it sets him free to devour her whole.

you twitch at the sudden contact he initiates and unconsciously readjust into a more comfortable position. staring with wide eyes and even wider pupils, katsuki doesn’t miss the way your hips wiggle with the movement. the way your toes curl before relaxing once more.

so… cute.

he waits for you to settle again, almost forgetting to breathe as the long seconds pass one after the other. his heart is beating so fast the entire time. it makes him feel nauseous with adrenaline as it pounds inside his wide ribcage. even his throat has turned scratchy and dry.

he’s never felt this nervous, not even while out there, on the field.

when you finally stop squirming around, it takes him a long moment to dare to reach out again. but he does, of course he does. you’re just too inviting to resist. and this time, he’s even courageous enough to let his rough fingers travel up your leg instead.

he starts at the ankle, goes up to your calf, the back of your knee, your thigh. until he’s just an inch below the apex of your plush thighs, where that sweet little cunt of yours is hiding away from him.

the particular spot is so warm. bakugou sharply inhales through his nose and exhales through lips that can’t help but slightly quiver as he curls one finger and watches your eyebrows knit together. you’re still asleep, even as he starts to carefully stroke you down there, dragging a single knuckle up and down your clothed pussy, drawing out the slit.

your breathing pattern changes as he continues with his immoral ministrations. up and down, up and down, up and down. by the time he circles your clit and nudges between your lips to add the slightest amount of pressure to it, you start to pant and push your ass higher into the air in response.

there’s a smile forcing itself onto bakugou’s face, now.

you want it.

and sure, while you might not have exactly said that you want it out loud, the way your body reacts to him still speaks for itself.

after all, you’re already getting so wet that your cutesy little panties are turning damp and sticky with arousal. gently prodding at your hole now while massaging your clit through the thin cotton with the help of his thumb, katsuki briefly wonders if anyone has ever touched you like this before. that, or maybe your cunt is fucking drooling simply because it’s the first time it’s experiencing a stimulation from a hand that isn’t your own.

yes, he knows that you’ve touched yourself before. he’s heard a little moan and a certain kind of buzzing through the paper thin wall once or twice since his mom had married your dad and had forced you all to live together as a ‘family’, even if the term is complete and utter bullshit from his point of view. but not because he was listening in or anything. definitely not.

but never mind that. this whole situation is so perfect; you’re just so perfect. his cock is hard at the sight and the feel of you, even if he can’t feel his feet quite right from how much he’s drank. it’s stubbornly pressing against the zipper of his jeans, getting bigger with the rush of blood that’s being pumped into it, wanting out so bad. pre-cum is literally leaking out the tip.

maybe he could pull it out just for a quick second to give it a stroke or two; just to ease the pressure that is making his skin feel way too tight. or perhaps he could carefully take your hand and wrap your dainty little fingers around the girth… pretend that you did it by your own free will as he fucks your fist and…

“mmh… katsuki?”

however, as perfect as everything is, the illusion comes crashing down from the way you’re kind of messing it up, now. groaning in sleepy puzzlement and trying to push him away as you start to wake at the sudden touches to land upon the lower half of your body, you’re ruining his moment by refusing him on instinct.

he tries not to take offense by it. but it still hurts as he pulls his hand away before you can notice.

“what,” he says.

“hey,” you mumble, slumber turning your tongue all too heavy inside your mouth. you just look so dazed, and he catches himself wanting to slap the stupid expression right off of your pretty face all of a sudden. i mean, how dare you ruin this for him?

“what’s going on…?” you ask.

“shh. keep quiet, kid. nothing’s goin’ on,” he drawls as a displeased frown forms at the sight of your sleep-riddled eyes connecting with his own. he thought that he’d have more time to at least pull your panties to the side and actually see your cunt, but now that you’re conscious, he has to act his role of the responsible big brother yet again.

what a fucking bummer.

“you just fell asleep in my bed,” he dully explains. “relax.”

“oh,” you say, and from the way how you avert your eyes away from him now, he can tell that you’re embarrassed. “i must have dozed off. i guess.”

the truth is that you missed him. but it’s not like you’ll ever admit it.

he just stares at you, cleverly hiding both his boner and disappointment as you jut your bottom lip out and sit up, still avoiding eye contact. he can tell that you’re hot and bothered, even more so that you’re confused by the reason as to why. the way there’s heat lazily swirling in your belly and how your panties must be clinging to your pussy right now has surely got to be infuriating.

god, if he could just—

“sorry, i’ll, uh—” realization of your disheveled appearance settles within you, and you rush to fix the strap and the hem of your nightgown until you’re at least partially decent once more. rubbing your neck sheepishly, you finish what you were going to say with a tight little chuckle, “i’ll be going back to my room, now.”

“not so fast,” he says, and now his hand presses against your chest without a second — rational — thought. before you can even utter a word of protest, he’s pushing you right back onto the mattress. it’s quite forceful, really. but he’s always been a tough guy like that, you suppose.

he manhandles you into the spooning position and his arm is almost uncomfortably heavy as he drapes it around your middle the moment and pulls you close and locks you in. the sigh that leaves his lips is warm and smells like booze as it tickles the top of your cheek. your limbs intertwine, but he makes sure that his hips are nowhere near yours; at least not until his dick settles the fuck down.

“katsuki?” you repeat in a whisper, growing confusion lacing your already unsure tone for a second time. he’s usually never this clingy, but to be fair, he’s usually never this drunk either.

“you can stay, or whatever,” he murmurs in reply, his voice gruff but soft at the same time. he’s so close that his face is literally hiding in the crook of your neck. it only causes the heat in the pit of your stomach to worsen. especially as he whispers into your skin, “just stop actin’ so fuckin’ weird already and do that thing i like, yeah?”

you blink. stiffen. “what thing?”

“with the hair.”

“oh... yeah, all right.” you pause as relief washes over you. you don’t know what you’ve been expecting, but his request resonates well with you. “but i thought that you didn’t like it when i touched your hair?”

bakugou grins. it’s more feral and predatory than it is friendly, but it’s too dark for you to notice, and besides, you’re not facing him anyway.

he ignores your question, and instead replies with a simple, “attagirl. get to it, then.”

you try to ignore how the praise makes you feel and instead just do what he demands of you.

as your fingers start to comb through his ash blonde hair in calming, obedient strokes; katsuki realizes he’s safe. having slept through the entire thing, you don’t have a single clue of what just happened. of what he did. of what line he’d crossed.

and maybe, just maybe if he’s lucky enough, you’ll remain clueless even as he has a bit more fun with you the moment you fall asleep again.

for the night is still long, and its shadows bring so many opportunities to light.

[hitomisuzuya]

Porn with very little plot. Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Orgasm denial. Bondage. Sadistic Scara. Taunting. Mocking. Degradation. Pure filth written at 4am.

a/n: Happy 4th of July to those to celebrate here in the States with me. I love fireworks, but my poor, sweet Roma is scared of them. Please send my precious fur baby good vibes before you read this. I also have vampire Scara smut in the works.

All it was was a simple correction, nothing more. Scaramouche had confused some details of a past mission, and you'd corrected him.

In front of his entire squad.

Now, Scaramouche always had a volley of emotions when you corrected him. He wasn't used to anyone standing up to him, and most of people would've been met with his temperamental wrath.

It was different with you, however. As much as it angered him, it absolutely drove him insane with lust when you corrected or stood up to him. And it was in this feral fit of lust with your wrists bound tightly to the headboard that he came up with his punishment for you.

Denying you release six times. By the time he had ruined your fourth orgasm, ruthlessly sucking and licking your dripping cunt until your walls clenched tight around his tongue. Your body was quivering, begging for release.

Scaramouche relished the despair in your eyes, watching your pleasured, hopeful expression crumble with tears stinging your eyes. "Aww, look at what a pathetic slut you are. Did you really think I was going to just let you cum after you corrected me?"

"I'm sorry, Scara! I won't do it again! I'll be a good girl, I promise!" You pleaded, your wrists straining against your restraints, rubbing deep marks into your wrists.

You whimpered when you saw the dangerous glint in his indigo eyes. Your whole body seized up in pleasure when he unceremoniously plunged three fingers to the knuckle inside of you. You bucked your hips up, encouraging him to push his fingers in deeper.

He flicked you in the forehead, slamming his fingers inside of you. "Hm? I can't hear you. The only thing I hear is the pathetic mewling of a slut who needs to learn to her place."

Little by little, he built up your orgasm, cruelly denying you the release that you craved. You thrashed on the bed, only to have Scaramouche mock your moans and sobs. "Cry louder for me while I ruin another orgasm," He groaned in bliss against your cunt, latching his lips onto your throbbing clit.

"Please don't! Let me cum, please! Let me cum on your cock, on your tongue, anything! I promise I'll be good!" You pleaded. You were dizzy, reeling as he harshly sucked on your clit. Your walls clamped sensitive around nothing.

Scaramouche completely ignored your pleas, gleefully ruining your toe curling orgasm. He couldn't get enough of how your body coiled tight with need for him.

"Master, please! I'm begging y--" You cried out, hoping this time it would satisfy him.

He abruptly cut you off by pushing his cock inside of you, hitting your sweet spot with a harsh snap of his hips. "Let me put you out of your misery, cream around your Master's cock like the cum slut you are."

Every thrust left you breathless, your orgasm building and snapping with intensity all at once. You could barely form a coherent sentence, stringing out babbles of "Thank you," and his name as you squirted on his cock.

Scaramouche leaned his head down to nuzzle your cheek, slamming inside of you, his cock throbbing with his approaching orgasm. "You know your rightful place now," He moaned, his lips hovering over yours, "it's underneath me screaming."

Your lick of submission on his mouth never tasted sweeter.

[strwbmei1]

cw: dom gn!reader, reader has a cock, degradation, name calling, crying, size difference, office sex, orgasm denial, cunt slapping, creampie, overstimulation (?)

Fu Xuan is a prideful woman. You learned that when you first met her, and you knew it when the two of you started dating.

You also knew that she was a brat. One that you loved to spoil; even if she kept on giving you snarky remarks and provoking you.

Unfortunately for Fu Xuan, you weren't in the mood for her games this time. You were having a rough week; whenever you saw that smug smirk on her face, you wanted nothing more than to wipe it off her and fuck her into submission.

So you started ignoring her. Of course, you still gave Fu Xuan some attention; you weren't a monster. Giving her a few nods and hums when she asked for your opinion on things, eating lunch with her; things like that.

But it wasn't enough. Nowhere near enough. Fu Xuan wanted- no, needed your attention. Even in bed where you two usually shared nights filled with passion, you paid no attention to her and went to sleep immediately. Your lover was starting to get impatient.

NSFW under the cut !

And honestly— Who would've thought?

Who would've thought the Master Diviner of the Luofu could be so pathetic; her greedy cunt dirtying your thighs with her slick as she begs for you to fuck her already. In her own office, nonetheless; where she's supposed to be contributing to the safety of the Luofu— certainly not begging for your cock like a common whore.

Usually, you would've complied to Fu Xuan's pleading immediately. After all, it's not often she was so needy and desperate for you. A shame she's been such a brat. Otherwise, you're sure that by now you'd be fucking her into the mattress, or any surface really; giving her orgasm after orgasm.

Though ultimately, it was taking all of your self-restraint not to. You should be given an award from holding yourself back this long, really.

A little more than a day. That was how long you've given your lover the cold shoulder. Not much time; but enough for Fu Xuan to beg for you; to feel you stretch her tight cunt out again.

Fu Xuan hides her face in the crook of your neck as she continues rutting against your thighs like a bitch in heat; her cunt throbbing around nothing as she attempts to get you to finally fuck her.

"Please.. hng- need it so bad..!" You bounce your thigh, making her whimper. Such a sweet sound; and only you could illicit them out of her. "Need what, baby? If you want something, use your words." You whisper into her ear in a mocking, yet stern tone.

Fu Xuan pulls back. Her hair is disheveled; beads of sweat decorating her delicate features. And-

Fuck.

Tears pool up in the corner of her eyes, streaming down her puffy cheeks. "Need you to fill me.. please." Fu Xuan says breathlessly; eyes fluttering shut as she holds onto your arms for support.

The sight of the usually prideful woman crying combined with her words... How could you say no?

You couldn't.

A few moments later, you had Fu Xuan bent over her desk; trying her best to stay quiet as you pounded into her relentlessly. "W-wait..! 's too much!" She whines breathlessly, one hand over her mouth to muffle her moans.

"What? You thought I was going to be kind to you?" You sneer at Fu Xuan, a particularly hard thrust making her let out a shaky moan. "This was the reaction you were hoping for, wasn't it? Damn brat." Your hand tightly grips onto her waist as the other one reaches down to rub circles on her clit.

Fu Xuan lets out a choked sob at the sudden stimulation, thighs shaking lightly as she throws her head back from the pleasure. "Not there, I'm gonna-" her words are quickly cut off by a moan as you slap her clit. "Did I say you could cum? Hold it in." You lean forward and whisper into her ears.

Your thrusting gets sloppier and faster— a telltale sign you were gonna cum soon. One your lover was all too familiar with. "I can't.. mmph! Hold it in much longer, please..!" She pleads, eyes rolling back as you rail her without abandon.

"Fuck, Fu Xuan.. so tight. Such a whore for my cock. What would your dear subordinates think if they saw you like this, hm?" You taunted, completely ignoring her words. Not that Fu Xuan cared about what the others thought at the moment; she was too busy focusing on the feeling of your cock stretching her out.

"Go on. Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my cock." You lean forward, leaving bite marks all over Fu Xuan's neck, shoulders, back, and anywhere you could reach. Surely, the woman would give you an earful later; but her fair, unblemished skin was far too tempting to not mark.

With one final thrust, you bury yourself deep inside her; filling her up with your seed just like she asked you to. She moans shakily, squirming as she has the first of many orgasms to come.

"Mm.. so good. Taking all of my cum so well.." You breathe heavily, taking a moment before you start thrusting again. "Wait.. I-I can't. Please, no more.." Fu Xuan mewls, looking back at you over her shoulder as she tries to close her trembling legs. "Yes you can. Just one more. Give me one more and I'll stop." You say as you wipe her tears.

It was never just one more with you; she knew that, but she spread her legs anyway. You weren't going to let her go. At least, not any time soon.

[mypoisonedvine]

Oh my GOD speaking of being whipped into submission.. maybe a dark dom!Eddie that takes things a bit too far? Pushes your boundaries?

warnings: again it says it right there but dark eddie, ignoring the safeword, degradation, general asshole behavior

"Fuck," you whimpered, eyes rolling back as Eddie fucked you harder, deeper-- and suddenly, it was too hard, too deep.

With him being as big as he was, that was a significant risk; you hissed, reaching back to grab at his hip to try to slow him down, but he grabbed your hands and pinned them down. "Relax, baby," he purred, "lemme fuck you how you need."

Whining, you tried to do as he'd asked, but it was getting worse and he was becoming more and more aggressive with each thrust.

"Mm, need to fuck you like a whore," he growled, "'cause that's what you are, huh? My little whore? My dirty slut?"

You choked on your own throat for a moment, before you finally got it out: "Popsicle."

Maybe it was a stupid safeword, but it worked. Well, it usually worked. Eddie kept going, like he hadn't heard you, groaning as he fucked you even more ruthlessly.

"Popsicle!" you repeated, and he grunted as he let go of one of your hands to put his own over your mouth. Whimpering, you were helpless as he picked up the pace even more and turned you into a sobbing, shivering mess.

"Fuck, s-sorry, baby," he groaned, "but I'm so fucking close... c'mon, just need to come in you... I can be gentle after I come, I promise..."

He kissed your tears away, going back and forth between the sweet (fake) apologies and the growling insults of slut and whore and my little fucktoy, mine to use, that's it baby just take it--

A low moan fell from his lips when he finished, and you sighed with relief as well since he finally stilled; it didn't make the pain go away entirely, but it helped a lot. "Sorry, sweetie," he whispered to you as he caught his breath. "Can't help it with you-- you know I can't control myself when that little pussy's squeezin' me so good... I didn't hurt you too bad, did I? I mean, you can go again, right?"