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⊹ I AIN'T NOTHIN' BUT A NASTY DOG!

. . . BSD MEN AS OVERUSED PORN PLOTS!

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cw: MINORS DNI—explicit sexual content, gn!+afab!reader, a lot of anonymous sex, dirty talk, BIG DICK MEN, probably a good amount of ooc, some questionable dynamics/dubcon that can be read through the lens of roleplay and/or prior consent. character-specific warnings—chuuya: public sex, penetration; dazai: penetration, riding, creampie; kunikida: professor/student, oral (m!receiving); fukuzawa: secretary/boss, office sex, oral (m!receiving), facefucking; atsushi: HEAVY DUBCON WARNING, stuck, perv atsushi, penetration; akutagawa: blackmailing if you squint, degradation, choking, penetration; oda: penetration; ango: public sex, penetration, riding; nikolai: dubcon, home intruder f!masturbation, penetration; sigma: a tiny bit of perv sigma, oral (f!receiving); fyodor: priest!fyodor, religion/blasphemy kink, christianity-specific, oral (m!receiving)

reid: putting my dual major in journalism to work by subtitling these like bad porn videos. little not so thought out drabbles many with no definitive ending just silly whore thoughts. some are more stupid than sexy but either way i hope you enjoy because this was a blast to write HAHAHAHA

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⊹ CHUUYA NAKAHARA—HOT GYM BUDDIES CAN’T WAIT UNTIL AFTER THEIR WORKOUT TO FUCK!

“Yeah, that’s a lot better. Look at you, you got it,” the pretty redhead mutters, his hands still firmly on your hips as he spots your squat. “Give me one more, I know you can.”

The praise prompts you to draw in a deep breath that has nothing to do with your next squat; anyway, this gorgeous man, kind enough to help you with your form, believes in you. So you bend once more, squatting down, down, and pushing back up—until on your way back up, you feel your legs begin to buckle.

“Woah, woah.” It’s sweet how concerned he sounds as his hands fly up to the bar and his feet nudge you forward to help you replace the weight on the rack, but his hips end up pressed to yours, and you’re gasping. “You okay?”

You’re fine, caged between him and the bar as he leans over your shoulder to glimpse your face that’s flushed from exertion. Only exertion, surely, even though your ass is pressed firmly to his pelvis. He doesn’t seem hard, but you can still feel it, and it feels big.

“Yeah,” you breathe, moving to duck under the bar, but it’s low and you’re feeling a little dizzy, so you teeter backwards into him, and as his hands find your waist again. “Yeah, I’m about to be done anyway.”

“You should really stretch after maxing out like that,” he suggests, turning you around. “Don’t wanna be hurting, do you?”

But you can only look into his intense eyes and shake your head lightly before he’s easing you to the ground on your back, settling each of his knees over one of your thighs, and slotting his shoulder beneath your hamstring. He pushes forward, gently, slowly, looking to you for anything wrong; and there isn’t.

There’s nothing wrong, except for the fact that you can feel his huge dick against your pussy through both of your shorts.

It’s all you need to start moving blindly, reaching down for his waistband, pawing at his neck, mashing his lips to yours, and he doesn’t hesitate to do it back—he lets up on your leg only to slip your shorts off before your ankle is back over his shoulder and he’s grinding the head of his cock into your wetness.

“You gonna let me in, baby?” he pants hotly, looking down at you squirming beneath him. “Yeah, I know you will—you’re strong, you can take it.”

His tip catches on your clit, and you gasp before he’s plunging into you, setting a brutal pace. “Oh, fuck!”

“Oh, fuck, yeah,” he groans. “So fuckin’ tight.”

He hits the inside of you perfectly, his soft ginger hair falling loose from its low pony—you wish you knew his name so you could scream it, but you settle for moaning, panting, cussing, as he throws your other leg over his shoulder and drills into you on the gym mat. ⊹

⊹ OSAMU DAZAI—MY OLDER BROTHER ALMOST CAUGHT ME FUCKING HIS BEST FRIEND!

“Shit—I’ll be back, gonna go shower this off. Asshole.”

That was what your older brother, Chuuya, grumbled at Dazai before scurrying off to the bathroom. The three of you had just gotten back from getting ice cream, and Dazai had the brilliant idea of snatching Chuuya’s cone from him and sticking it in his hair. Cursing ensued the entire walk home.

And Dazai popped the tail end of his cone in his mouth and grabbed for your wrists as soon as your brother was out of sight, which leads you to now—in the living room, on the couch, bouncing furiously on his cock as he grunts.

“Osamu—be quiet!” you plead with him, but you’re moaning, too.

His lips fall into a grin. “Don’t worry, cutie, I can still hear the shower—fuck! Just keep—keep doing that, you feel so fucking good.”

So you reinforce your grip on his shoulders and slam your hips down to meet his, over and over, drawing sinful sounds from both of your bodies as you’re separated by a single thin wall from your brother—Dazai’s best friend, who would probably murder both of you if he found out you were fucking.

And then the water turns off. You muffle the choked cry you let out into Dazai’s shoulder, so damn frustrated that you won’t get there, not before Chuuya comes back—but Dazai’s flipping you onto your back, grabbing you by your hips, pulling you into him with such fervor that you almost shout.

“Need it, baby, I need to cum in this pussy—”

“Osamu!”

But even you can’t tell if you’re egging him on or warning him to stop—with no sound buffer and Chuuya undoubtedly coming back any minute, your body decides for you that you need it, too, you need to cum and you will, no matter how much your mind protests; your eyes flick nervously up to the hallway when they’re not rolling back from how Dazai’s rearranging your guts.

“He’s gonna come back—unh—and you’re gonna sit here with my cum in you, and he won’t even fuckin’ know.”

He’s digging his nails into your hips and ass, making you twitch, reaching down to rub your clit hard, and when you cum, clenching around him, he shoves his palm over your mouth and spills into you with a last few wet smacks.

Dazai’s scrambling back into his pants as footsteps pad down the hall; he all but throws himself at the other end of the couch as you curl up, dressed but fucked silly, focused on not letting the evidence of what just happened gush out of you and leak onto the couch.

“Fuck was that noise?” Chuuya mumbles, sauntering out as he’s tying his wet hair up.

“Hm? I don’t know, I didn’t hear anything.”

When Chuuya turns toward the kitchen, Dazai tosses you a wink. Your face burns as you feel yourself leaking. ⊹

⊹ DOPPO KUNIKIDA—COLLEGE HOTTIE SUCKS DICK FOR EXTRA CREDIT!

"You do realize I'm going to have to fail you," your professor informs you, looking into your eyes with a little regret. Truthfully, you've always been personable in class and shown promise as a student, and he's disappointed. Not in you, just in your poor academic performance during your final semester.

"There has to be something I can do to make up for it," you nearly plead, hands clasped together on the edge of his desk as you look to him with hope. You know you've been slacking, but you need this class to graduate.

"I don't know—" He sighs your name, clearly confliced. Your attendance record is less than impressive these days, and Kunikida's enforced a strict class participation policy throughout his years of teaching—as well as no extra credit—something he makes clear to all of his students in all of his classes, and you especially should know better after taking his classes for four years. "I don't know. Like what?" Maybe you can do a few credits in the summer and still walk at graduation, or pick up an internship. But he wants you to take the initiative and accountability.

He doesn't really know how to protest when you're slipping out of your seat and sinking to your knees as a spark starts to gleam in your eyes. You rattle off a few academic ideas for posterity, but ultimately find your hands sliding up his thighs and fiddling with his belt.

Fuck it, you think, you'll be out of here soon enough. Plus, Kunikida's always been kind, compassionate, understanding, and sexy—too invested in his field to even notice that handfuls of students on campus would throw themselves at him given the chance. Maybe he'll finally understand, you muse to yourself, as you work his hardening cock out of his dress pants.

He chokes out your name when you take his length in both of your hands; he's all the way gone when you're swirling your tongue over his tip, giving in to your little idea for extra credit sooner than he'd ever admit to himself.

"Oh, fuck—" He's staring up at the ceiling of his office in pure bliss because his student is working hot, sloppy kisses down the underside of his cock. His hands twist into your hair, and you gaze up at him, doe-eyed, as his head falls forward and he looks at you through his glasses. "Keep going. Don't fucking stop."

He's trying not to thrust into your mouth when you fondle his balls; his pretty blond bangs are dampening with sweat, and you can't take your eyes off him as you bob your head faster, hollowing your cheeks around him and moaning at the taste of your professor's cock heavy in your mouth. He twitches and jumps at your attention to detail—your fingers raking tracks down his thighs, your frantic tongue, your fluttering lashes and sugary moans, gags, and slurps that are music to him.

You know, as he falls apart more and more by the second, you won't have to worry about this class anymore.

"Unh—uh, yes, oh, fuck, we'll work something out, yeah, gorgeous? Just don't stop—d—don't stop, don't fucking stop, I'm gonna cum down that pretty throat, yeah, and we'll get it all figured out." ⊹

⊹ YUKICHI FUKUZAWA—NAUGHTY SECRETARY SEDUCES HOT BOSS!

You're perched on his desk when he returns from the meeting—Yukichi, your boss, who, lately, you can't stop thinking about climbling like a tree. You're sure your coworkers see it, too, but you're his personal assistant; no one gets to be as close to him as you, and he trusts you.

Which is why you'll put the moves on him today.

He runs a hand through his silver hair—obviously stressed—sighing as he pulls his office door shut and turns to you. He speaks your name, holds a few papers in your direction, begins instructing you on what he needs from you next.

But you know better what he needs. The papers that make their way into your hands are quickly forgotten about on his desk as you uncross your legs and hop down, sauntering up to place on hand on his arm, the other on his chest.

"Sir, you look so tense. Are you sure there isn't anything else I can do?"

He makes his way to sit down in his office chair, disregarding your touch in a way that has you following after him like a puppy in need of attention.

He doesn't answer, but he also doesn't protest when you settle between his knees beneath his desk and push his yukata and haori up to pool around his hips. His dick is thick and veiny, even soft; when you spit in your hand and begin to work him up and down his mouth falls open with a sigh, and he grows at least two inches as he hardens beneath your grip.

You didn't think you'd be able to fit his absolute monster cock in your mouth, but you find yourself, throat open, with your nose pressed to his happy trail as you swirl your tongue and breathe through your nose frantically; he holds your face down, speaking very little but making up for it with the way he grunts hotly in that deep, rough voice as he bucks into the back of your throat.

"Unh—ugh..."

You breathe through your nose as his hips fall into a brutal pace; his hands on either side of your head keep you pinned in place as he uses you, takes his stress out on you. Your fingers massage his balls, and you can't help the way you hum around him when he twitches in your mouth.

Yukichi pulls out of your jaw and you gasp for air, wiping the spit that drips down your chin with the back of your hand, but he's not done. When he does speak, it's demanding, low, and it makes your cunt throb with need.

"Get up. Get up, sit on the desk. 'Need to fuck you."

You do as you’re told, open up for him with no hesitation, smiling as he works his fat cock into you—yeah, his stress will be gone in no time with the way he fucks your hole so hard and fast that you shake with each creak of his desk. ⊹

⊹ ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA—STUCK IN THE ELEVATOR WITH MY SEXY NEIGHBOR!

"Ah! Atsushi, open the door!"

"Um," he frets, punching the button until he's sure it'll break. If it's not broken already. "I—I can't, it's not working!"

Not working? Is he fucking serious? You're trapped in the door—all you did was try to reach back out for your bag you'd set by the elevator and now you're stuck, by the waist, between the two sliding maneuvers, your bag dangling from your hands.

"It's supposed to have a sensor! It's not supposed to even close when someone's on the threshold!" you cry through your teeth as you try to squirm out. Atsushi's mind is already working, though, over the way you're pinned in half, wiggling your ass as you struggle against the industrial strength of the elevator door. "Atsushi, help me, please call someone or something—"

But his hands are on your hips, pulling backward, and you can't help the noise of surprise that slips out of you.

"Atsu', I seriously don't think that will work, please, just call—Atsushi!"

His hands shake as he slides your pants and underwear down your thighs, exposing your ass; he tunes out your protesting as he undoes his belt. You hear the clink of it hitting the ground, you feel his fingers dipping into your cunt from behind, and he cannot be fucking serious.

"I'm sorry," he cries like it's out of his control—he feels like it is. "I'm sorry, you're so hot, you're right here, I've wanted this for so long."

And you feel yourself beginning to drip at his desperate tone. You can't fucking believe it—this is depraved. This is some shit you would've never expected from the sweet, cute boy in the apartment across the hall who helped you drag your bedframe and couch from this very elevator to your room but here he is, prodding at you with his pathetically leaky cock while you're stuck in the damn elevator door.

And you'd be frustrated with how your body reacts, but as he slides his dick along your cunt, drenching himself in your wetness, you can't help but arch back into his touch.

"Atsushi, you have to fuck me, please."

And he does, fast and unpracticed—he whimpers for you, tells you you're all he thinks about when he jerks off; he confesses that he looks through his peephole when he knows you're leaving for work or school just to get at least one glimpse of you everyday to fuel his imagination, and you gush around him, the pain of the door trapping you falling irrelevant, drifting out of your mind, as he buries his face in your shoulder and humps into you like an animal, pounding against your cervix.

"Fuck, that's right, so good, so, so good—better than I could've imagined—agh, fuck, that's right, take it all, take it, take it, take it...!" ⊹

⊹ RYUUNOSUKE AKUTAGAWA—HOT BABE HAS NO MONEY, LETS THE DELIVERY BOY DESTROY THAT PUSSY!

You rifle through your wallet and hum when you come up short. "Um, I... know you said you don't have a card reader, but I don't have enough cash."

The delivery boy looks at you with little more than boredom until you invite him in.

"Here, let me look in my room—I might have more stashed somehwere..."

He stands over you, searching you with his curious gray eyes as you dig through a drawer, a bag, another bag, only to come up short again. You even peek under your mattress for good measure, but you're just out. You turn to him sheepishly.

"I, uh... I don't have enough, I'm really sorry."

"Well, I can't leave without some form of payment," he deadpans, and you try to think of something, anything—you have a few giftcards for other delivery services, some jewelry—but he's letting his bag fall off his shoulder and grabbing you by the hips before you can register what he means.

You end up face down, ass up on your bed as a compromise, his hips rutting into you from behind as he holds your wrists behind your back. Ryuunosuke his name tag read—you're quick to adopt a way around that mouthful, moaning out, "Ryuu, Ryuu, please!" as he splits you open and calls you a whore.

"Fuckin' slut—"

When you're able to glance back for a second you can see his pretty black hair swaying with each rough thrust, and you're sure he's hitting your lungs—he's so fucking deep inside you, and you're gasping, moaning for more.

"—so eager to—unh—take this dick. Probably hiding your cash somewhere."

But whether you are or not doesn't matter; your eyes are rolling back to the hard smack of his hips against your ass and the white-hot pleasure that rolls through you every time he plows straight into your g-spot, and he's throbbing inside of you at the way your cunt grips him. Your pizza's getting cold on the counter in your kitchen, but you don't care—not when he bunches his fingers up in your hair to arch you back up to him so he can wrap his other hand around your throat.

You hold onto him as he bends you, pulling air down into your lungs when you can, and his gravelly voice barrages you with more words that make you gush around his cock.

"Gonna let me cum in this pussy so you don't have to fork over a few bucks for a pizza? Pathetic."

His teeth sink into your shoulder, his other hand reaches down to torture your neglected clit, and you're sure he's gonna break you over this, your hot delivery boy who just so happened to have the idea to fill you up as payment. You pant his name desperately between thunderous moans—you're gonna cum soon. ⊹

⊹ SAKUNOSUKE ODA—THIS PLUMBER FIXED MORE THAN JUST MY PIPES!

"Okay, that should do it." The man stands up, back to a height at which he towers over you, and you lean on the doorframe to the kitchen as he shuts the cabinets beneath your sink. "It's all movin' again."

You were in your robe when you answered the door, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't run to the bathroom to fix your hair and swipe on a little lip balm while he was working. Really, you hadn't meant to try to fuck the plumber. But this man was gorgeous, with his auburn hair, stubble-lined jaw, large hands, broad shoulders. You felt your eyes widen when you first laid eyes on him, and now you'd been throbbing thinking about what those thick fingers could do other than plumbing.

You pull your robe tighter around yourself, hoping to subtly accentuate the outline of your body. "Thank you so much, really, I don't know what I'd have done without the sink."

"Probably used the dishwasher a lot more," he cracked dryly, and your previous words suddenly feel stupid, but it only serves to make him hotter.

"How should I pay you?" You stride over to him. "Cash?"

"You can just pay online." He looks tired, but he has a well-meaning smile on his face.

You look a little incredulous. "Really? I can't—do you accept tips? Seriously, top notch work and super quick. I can't not thank you."

"I'm really not supposed to take tips," he drawls, running a hand through his hair. You find yourself biting your lip; you can't look away from him. You must look like a rabid animal right now, but you can't help it.

He doesn't tear his eyes away from yours.

"I mean, unless..."

Those three words are what find you on your back in your bedroom with your robe thrown open, the sweet and efficient plumber named Sakunosuke standing at the edge as he impales you on his cock. He worked you open with those fingers first, fast and harsh, just how you begged him to, but nothing could've prepared your weeping hole for the stretch of his fat dick—and now he's pounding into you, his hands clutching your waist as you hold your legs open for him to thrust deeper, deeper.

“Oh, shit. Unh—so wet—“

His groans come from his chest, deliciously—he looks a little like he knows he shouldn't be doing this, but your cunt is sucking him in like it was what he was supposed to come here for all along. You spasm and clench around him and he throws his head back, your whole body rippling as his strong hips and heavy balls smack lewdly against your ass with each thrust.

“Mmph—fuck—break that sink of yours more often, alright?” ⊹

⊹ ANGO SAKAGUCHI—I JOINED THE MILE HIGH CLUB (EXTREMELY RISKY)!

The man you met in the airport bar—oh, he’s pretty.

He's even prettier in your mind when the pilot announces phone permissions now that you're in the air, and the first notification your phone receieves is from him.

I have an open seat next to me in first class. Come visit.

You don't hesitate for a moment. You stride forward from the economy section, past the flight attendants who protest at you flimsily to search for his seat number—you see his unmistakably gorgeous hair, his glasses, his sharp side profile as he speaks to an attendant, catches you in his peripheral, and then shoos her away.

There's hardly niceties before one of your legs is slung over his knee and he kisses you with fervor. You don't think too hard about the people around you—none of whom can actually see you but without a doubt will know exactly what's happening in a few minutes—as you grind down onto his thigh, bite his lips, draw soft gasps from him when your knee nudges his bulge.

Before you know it, his cock is free and he slides your underwear to the side so you can sink onto him; he groans shamelessly when your wet heat envelops him completely, causing heads to turn in your direction, but you just brace your knees against the airplane seat and your hands on his shoulders make quick work of milking him of everything he has.

He kisses you, hot, heavy; he smells good, he smells expensive, and you tear his dress shirt open to rake your nails down his chest as he grabs your hips, letting his head fall back and a full-bodied moan into the cramped air of the plane as he does so. You lift up to let him thrust, let lewd smacks resonate throughout first class, and with your chest in his face he rides your shirt up to latch his teeth to one of your nipples; you echo him, moaning unabashedly, running your hands through your hair, gripping him as people look on.

"Fuuuck, yeah, feels so good," he praises from beneath you. "Knew I had to fuck you from the second I saw you." His eyebrows draw up in concentration as he looks down at where your bodies meet and continues fucking up into you hard. "Hah—listen to that cunt cry for me. You like being watched, huh? Gonna let me fuck you 'til the plane smells like sex? Huh?"

You nod, messily, desperately, and he quickens his pace ever faster, pulling you back down into a sloppy kiss.

An attendant awkwardly approaches in the aisle, but the gorgeous man who's destroying your insides just holds up a palm, shoos her away again.

"Fuck—so sexy. Keep takin' this dick." ⊹

⊹ NIKOLAI GOGOL—LUCKY INTRUDER GETS TO FUCK HORNY VICTIM!

You're splayed out on your bed, two fingers stuffed deep in your cunt—and he's just surprised you didn't hear him breaking the lock on your front door.

When you meet his eyes, you're so glazed over with pleasure that you barely miss a beat, your gaze only blowing wide when he peers around your bedroom doorway. His snowy white hair, his sharp features—you can't find the sense to be alarmed at this unfamiliar man, the one holding your laptop and—is that your wallet?

Doesn't matter—they're clattering to the ground, another factor here you can't find it in yourself to care about as his gray eyes are locked onto you fucking yourself open on your sheets. The sheen of sweat that covers your skin, your desperate moans as you grind your clit against your palm, the obscene squelching that comes from your wet cunt—they all serve to propel him over to you, prompt him to dig his already-hard cock out of his pants as you just watch, beg him with your stare to come fill you up. You're so lucky he's here, really—you look like you're struggling to get deep enough with your pathetic little fingers; he guesses it's only fair that he repay you for the material goods he's about to rob you of and pawn off on whatever sucker will buy them for cash, right?

"Right? I'll help you out—" He gives his cock a few pumps as he positions himself between your legs, "—looks like you need it, sweetheart."

You can only bite your lip to supress the moan that leaves you as he enters your cunt and lifts your fingers up and out of you by your wrist to swirl his tongue around them, lick them clean. He's huge—even your third and fourth fingers weren't enough to prepare you properly for the burglar’s dick in your needy pussy, so you let out strained combinations of gasps and screams when he starts to drill into you mercilessly. You can't help the way your ankles link behind his back, the way you reach for him—and he smiles wickedly when your eyes roll back.

"You like having a stranger's cock deep in your guts, huh?" he speaks between deep sighs and grunts. You can only babble your incoherent agreement, your laptop and wallet forgotten, the actions of this man forgotten, everything but how desperately you need to squirt all over him forgotten—you reach down and rub your clit, play with your nipples as your mouth is frozen open as you moan, moan for this man who's just broken into your home. "Uh—yeah, you're gonna like takin' all my cum, too, I bet." ⊹

⊹ SIGMA—MASSEUR HELPS HIS SEXY CLIENT RELIEVE STRESS!

"Oh, yeah—right there," you groan softly as the heel of his palm meets the center of your back. You've been looking forward to this full-body massage the whole week, and this man was not disappointing.

He works his way down your back, twisting knots out as he goes—his lithe fingers feel like heaven against you, overworked from hours at your desk hunched over your computer.

But it's a full-body massage, as mentioned before; when his fingers dig into the plush of your asscheeks, you can't help the groan that leaves you.

"That okay?" he inquires; you think you hear a shake in his voice.

"More than okay," you reply, thinking you could fall asleep as he works you into relaxation. You could close your eyes from how good it feels, or you could peek behind you and see his face burning with blush at your sounds. You do the former, but smirk a little at how sweet it is of him to check in.

He checks in again when his hands are inching your underwear down, and you tell him of course, he's the professional.

He's still the professional when he climbs up on the table behind you and buries his flushed face into your cunt. You arch up and back, crooning, as his hands stay massaging you, spreading you apart, kneading your ass with career expertise and plunging his tongue into you with enthusiasm.

"Oh! Oh—feels good," you breathe, grinding back into his face, onto his nose. He laps at you happily, this masseur you've barely looked upon for a total of twenty seconds, but you can't lie to yourself and say you didn't think he was pretty when he led you back to his room; he hums into you, sending you shivering, twitching. "Please, more."

"Mhm," he mumbles, releasing one of your asscheeks to lay back beneath you and insert a long, thin finger into your pussy; you sigh, you settle onto his face, and his tongue speeds up in this new position in a way that rips a high moan from your lungs.

Not hunched, but arched, the stretch feels heavenly on your back in combination with the way he pumps another finger into you; you graciously sit up, throwing your head back, begging, pleading for more until his tongue settles into a tight back-and-forth rhythm over your clit. "Please, please, please—"

You grind against his nose, your moans become more erratic, and you dig a hand into his hair as your hips move in dizzying circles over his head.

"Cum for me?" he asks, muffled by your pussy; you'll ride him until his face is soaked. ⊹

⊹ FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY—CONFESSING MY SINS ENDS IN HUGE CUMSHOT ALL OVER MY FACE!

“And I’ve been terribly, terribly lustful, Father Fyodor,” you say with regret. “It consumes me. I really never used to be like this."

"Temptation lurks everywhere," the priest sympathizes. You can barely see him through the grate, but his soft, forgiving voice sounds close to you. "The Devil and his army are constantly exploiting our vulnerabilities to try and turn us to sin, but worry not, child of Christ; we're human. I'm here to guide you. Continue."

You shift on the wooden seat in the booth, crossing your hands tighter over your lap. "That's really all. It's been very concerning to me. I think about it... I think about it so much."

"About what?" Father Fyodor prompts, and you bristle even more at being asked to elaborate.

"Sex," it barely comes out as more than a whisper. "I can't help it—it's everywhere. It leaves me feeling so... exhausted and frustrated, and the only thing that helps is... Well..."

But you're met with silence. You know he wants you to go on. You're here to confess, after all.

"...touching myself. I do it at least once a day. It's like a burning within me—nothing helps but—but—cumming all over my fingers." Your voice is laced with shame—the throbbing of your cunt as you talk makes you feel all the more guilty, and you can only imagine how he's shaking his head. "That's all. That's all."

"You'll do penance," he says, comfortingly. "When we bring our sins to the Lord and repent he cleanses us of them."

The grate pops out of the window, and you see the the waist of his alb as he speaks his next words.

"You'll take communion, now—" the cinctures around his waist fall undone beneath his hands, and the alb is hiked up to reveal a leaking cock, pretty and pale and bobbing in the air of the confessional. "—and be saved from the flames of perdition.”

"Yes, Father, please. Anything to be saved." But your mouth waters in a way that you know has little to do with your thirst for salvation.

"Take this; eat. This is my body," he recites the scripture as his length reaches through the window; your hands, eager and already on the threshold, accept him willingly. As you wrap your mouth around him, he groans, and it's like seraphim singing their holy, holy, holy.

"That's it—child of God, follower of Christ; I absolve you of your sins," he gasps as his tip hits the back of your throat which was begging for forgiveness moments ago. His hands reach through the window to stroke either side of your face, and then hold you in place to fuck your throat. "The Lord will forgive you for this." ⊹

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junglemax · 3 months ago

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jack doesn’t hold hands.

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As long as Darby can remember, Jack doesn’t like holding hands. It’s not that big of a deal to Darby, he can do with or without, whatever makes Jack comfortable. But it was just one of those things; if Jack wanted to do what was closest to holding hands, he’d grab Darby’s wrist instead.

Darby never really thought as to why this was a thing. He just thought it was one of Jack’s little quirks.

He didn’t think different until he found Jack’s phone open on the couch one day at his photos. It was way back, early in the Jurassic Express days. There’s Lucha, and Marko, and there’s Jack, all smiling.

And Lucha and Marko have their hands wrapped in Jack’s.

Darby frowns a little. Huh. If he used to be okay with it, then what made him stop?

He scrolls through absentmindedly, and then stops at one.

Christian’s in this one, and Jack’s hand is curled in his, looking up at Christian in awe.

Darby’s frown deepens. He should get Jack to delete some of this shit, but for now, he keeps going. And every photo with Christian has Jack’s hand in his, and he starts seeing less of everyone else’s.

And then Christian stops showing up. Hook’s the next one that appears in photos, and that’s when he sees Jack’s hand wrapped around Hook’s wrist rather than his actual hand.

Darby puts the phone down before he can make himself even angrier at the man who told Jack he was nothing and never would be.

“Hey have you seen my- oh, there it is.” Jack picks up his phone and stops, looking at the photo Darby left on. “Were you looking through my photos?”

Darby shrugs. “You left it open. I think you should delete some of those older ones, by the way.”

Jack sighs. “Yeah, probably. I’ll do it later.” He leans down and gives Darby a kiss on the head. “I’ll be back. See you then.”

Darby doesn’t know if he should say something to Jack, let it go, go kill Christian Cage on his day off- it wasn’t even that important to Darby before all of this. But just knowing Jack stopped because of one person? It pisses Darby off. He decides not to say anything, and instead is going to do a little experiment.

Next time they go out to downtown, Jack goes to grab Darby’s wrist and instead Darby clasps their hands together.

Jack stops in his tracks, looking down at their hands.

“You okay?” Darby asks. He’s willing to stop if Jack hates it; no sense in putting salt in a wound if you’re trying to heal it.

“You’re holding my hand.”

“Uh, yeah? That’s what couples do?”

Jack looks up at him, eyes wide with surprise. “You’ve never held my hand before.”

“Neither have you. I guess there’s a first time for everything, huh?”

“You…want to hold my hand?”

“Yes?”

Jack looks at their hands again like he’s contemplating it. He takes in a deep breath and sighs it out slowly. “Okay,” he says, and starts to smile. “Okay.” He squeezes Darby’s hand.

“Is it okay if I hold your hand?”

“Yeah, um, yeah it’s okay. I’m okay.” He squeezes Darby’s hand again like he can’t get enough of it.

#my writing!!#junglecorpse #skategoat

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youngbuckisms · 1 year ago

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Hi I don’t know if your can writer something like this Where Reader is married to Darby Allin. And reader and Darby has kids or a kid And Reader and Darby kid/ kids has never gotten to see Their Dad Darby wrestle at an AEW show in person. And the Darby and Reader kid/ kids were at Aew dynamite. Where Darby is in a match with Christian Cage. Christian goes over to reader and darby kid/ kids and Darby attacks Christian?

Don’t Even Look At Them (Darby x reader); drabble

Word count: 1,067

Warnings: none!

Notes: I loved this idea so so much, you have no idea. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!! I definitely put more into this than I needed to, but thinking of his daughter watching all the people she met backstage was too cute.

It was a promise Darby had made to your daughter about a week ago. When it was little Aurora that brought it to his attention after coming home after a show, realizing that she had never seen her dad wrestle. Sure, Darby took both of you to shows sometimes and you would catch glances at the televisions from the back, but she had never actually got to sit and watch her dad do what he loved most.

So, Darby promised Aurora that you and her would be at ringside to watch a match between him and Christian Cage. Of course, she was ecstatic, so excited to finally get to see her dad wrestle and Darby seemed to think she was finally old enough.

It was clear to you that she was already having a blast. Darby wasn’t for another couple of matches, so she got the chance to watch the others before Darby went on. Typically she would wish him luck backstage, but you figured it was best for her to get used to all that she was going to see. The physicality, flips, blood ( and of course Moxley was there to prove that example ), the way wrestlers would almost always just get back up. And by the second match, she seemed to get it just fine.

Every time she knew one of them, an excited point would be given and she’d turn towards you to tell you who they were — though she didn’t remember the young bucks’ names, and could only think of calling them the deers. She got to see Moxley, even getting an uncle-like ruffle of her hair when he spotted her before the match.

With her sitting in your lap, she couldn’t help her excited little claps and bounces upon Darby coming out for his match. Making his way over to the barricade where you both sat, he leaned over to press a kiss to your lips before gently pressing his head against Aurora’s to talk to her.

“Daddy’s gonna kick some ass, alright? I love you.” Aurora’s happy giggles were music to his ears and truly the only motivation he needed.

“Love you too, daddy!” She squealed for him to hear over the music and fans as she received a kiss on top of her head.

The unfortunate part of it all though was that Christian Cage was a scumbag. He knew how to get under people’s skin, how to taunt them, make them angry and lose focus. He was good at it, Darby could give him that. And as much as Darby wanted to say Christian couldn’t get into his head, he would be lying.

Multiple comments as they fought, shouting for Darby to hear over the cheers of fans, constantly asking him if he really wanted his daughter to see him get beat like this and even encouraging him to leave while he could. It put a fire inside him upon hearing those things and it would be a mistake to charge at Christian without a second thought. Darby, however, was prone to making mistakes such as that. It left him laid out in the middle of the ring, chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. He expected a pin, for Christian to try and get the three count, but there was nothing.

Rather than take the pin, Christian decided to play mind games, do what he did best. Rolling out of the ring, he walked over to the barricade where a worried Aurora was sitting on your lap, a frown present on her lips as her attention was turned to the man responsible for laying Darby out on the mat.

“Is that your daddy?” A gentle nod came from the girl as you glared daggers into the man standing right outside the barricade.

“Yeah? Bet you wish your daddy wasn’t such a loser, huh?” The way he spoke sounded so condescending, looking down on both you and your daughter as if for even associating yourself with Darby Allin.

“He’s not a loser!” She shouted at him with watery eyes as you attempted to calm her down by gently bouncing her in your lap. But she was upset, there was no calming her down as she screamed ‘he’s not’ over and over to drown out Christian’s excessive taunts not towards just Darby’s little girl, but towards you as well.

“Darby was the best you could find? I mean .. ”

But before Christian could finish, a pair of black boots made contact with his body. Darby had run and jumped, successfully kicking Christian to the ground and into the adjacent barricade without a second thought the moment he realized what had happened. Forcing himself back up from the floor from the harsh dropkick, he turned to both of you and gave Aurora a smile, despite how much pain he was in. But it was enough to get her to wipe her tears and return the shining smile right back.

With a hand in Christian’s hair, he yanked the older man back into the ring to finish the match, proving more difficult than he thought. But in the end, Darby had enough motivation to push through, to hit the coffin drop twice before the match had been finished.

The cheers all became muffled, but yours and Aurora’s were the only ones that mattered at the moment. Getting out of the ring, he came to your side once more to pick up Aurora and resting her on his hip, a kiss pressed to the side of her head with a smile on his face.

“You were so cool, daddy!” She squealed, arms wrapped around his neck as he hugged her tight.

Despite how badly his back hurt at the moment, he didn’t want to let her go or put her down. Helping you around the barricade with the help of one of the security members, he would support her with an arm as a hand would reach out to you to take. Guiding you to the ramp to go to the back, Aurora would continue to praise her dad for all he did tonight, with dramatic retellings of events she had remembered.

This moment would be the moment Darby realized he should bring you both to more shows from now on, as he hadn’t been this happy after leaving a match in a long time.

#darby allin imagine #darby allin drabble #darby allin x reader #aew drabble #aew imagine #darby would be such a good dad

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unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin · 2 years ago

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Wrestling Masterlist Part Two

Request are open

Main Masterlist

wrestling Masterlist Part one

Do not rewrite or post my stories anywhere, even if you give me credit. I do not give permission for you anyone to do that. Reblogs are always encouraged.

Any stories with ❤️ are smut

AEW-

Kenny Omega

Headcanons:

Facefucking❤️

Pretty picture❤️

William Regal

Headcanons:

Sexual punishments

Jungle Boy

Headcanons:

Sexual punishments

MJF

Oneshot:

Support is two sided: Reader is worried to come out to her brother, but he approaches her first(MJF x sister!reader)

Nyla Rose

Oneshot:

Christmas Eve: while at a Christmas party you get a little tipsy and your mouth ends up with a mind of its own.

Christian Cage

Drabble:

Flowers(v-day request)

Matt Jackson

Headcanons:

Spending Valentine’s Day together(Young Bucks)

Nick Jackson

Headcanons:

Spending Valentine’s Day together(young bucks)

Matt Hardy

Drabble:

Dark!Matt w/breeding kink

Jeff Hardy

Headcanons:

Breeding Kink

WWE

Cody Rhodes

Headcanons:

He comforts a depressed reader

Beth Pheonix

Drabbles

Soft!mommy Beth❤️

Austin Theory

Oneshot

Please the Champ❤️:After another successful defence leads to a celebration together after

Rhea Ripley

Headcanons:

fluff with judgment day

Damian priest

Headcanons:

fluff with judgment day

Finn Balor

Headcanons:

fluff with judgment day

Dominik Mysterio

Headcanons:

fluff with judgment day

#aew #fanfiction #request #yandere #wwe #headcanons #aew headcanon #wwe headcanons #oneshot #wwe one shot #aew oneshot #impact oneshot #fluff #angst #smut #impact wrestlng

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phantomwritr · 1 year ago

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It perfectly answer my questions ☺️ also for the fics ideas I don't know how far with AU you want to go with, but hear me out.

For Mawis I have two ideas like a Greek god AU with Lewis being Persephone and Max Hades. But I'm talking pre ancient Greece Persephone the one who was so feared we don't even know if Persephone is her real name. And I'm basing myself on this video of overly sarcastic production : https://youtu.be/Ac5ksZTvZN8?si=_08oj2oKvWlTZvTQ

My idea would be that Max/Hades was wondering what it was like on earth, especially since Lewis/Persephone wanted to come back to it so badly. And so after more than two millenia of staying in the underworld ruling it, he decided to let the judges of the underworld rule it for a while.

And so Hades disguise himself as a simple human. Powers being caged so he won't use them accidentally. What he finds out when he comes to the surface is a really strange and different world. So he ask a woman for an explanation and at first she looks at him strangely buy in a way she trust him and start speeling everything to him. That plus him actually doing a deep dive into her memory to get the most important informations.

So Hades looks at this world and if he can admit that some things in it are worth it other absolutely not. He was wondering when he got attacked by some random dudes. Hades wasn't aware that his choice of clothing would make him an easy target.

He is held down and getting the beating of his life when suddenly Lewis/Persephone appears. He has a dopey smile seeing his wife and in the next second those humans are memories.

And you can go with it for something else. I just want Protective Persephone/Lewis over Hades/Max. And then Lewis showing Max what he missed and them enjoying a little vacation in Europe. (Also I kinda like bottom Lewis 😅 just a preference thing).

Now onto the second idea, a royalty AU, with Lewis being the king and Max the fallen prince of the defeated kingdom. And it's not really developed in my mind so feel free to explore the idea even for a little drabble or something. I hate my writing style in English so this is why I'll probably won't write it.

The husbands 😊 : The classical vampire/werewolf one, with Christian being the vampire and Toto the werewolf. Because why not?

There's also the one where Toto is death itself and saves Christian from his time but by doing so, trap Christian in an eternal loop. The only way to escape it is either becoming Death compagnon (whatever that can mean) or find a way to die that even death can't prevent.

And finally, the shifter AU, the one where they can shift into a wolf and a fox. I kinda mixed in my head this AU with Toto as death AU. Toto taki'g revenge on the whole grid because they killed Lewis. And as his wrath was hitting them Christian made it. Then Toto lost control and shifts into his wolf form before launching toward Christian set on killing him. Christian afraid shift incontrolably into his fox form and Toto stops dead in his track. He wants to kill Christian but if he's a shifter like Toto then he is in danger because Bono and James are coming he can feel it and they don't know better than to kill any shifters on site. Because shifters are dangerous. Toto himself hides from them. So he let Christian go with the promise that next time they saw each other he will kill him. And Christian says he will do the same as now Max is also dead.

Probably not the best ideas here but we'll at least I hope it can make you laugh 💜

OMG, so many ideas! I love it! It’s straight up fantasy, which I really like. It’s my favourite genre to read! Maybe I should write it more.

I mean, I love Greek God AUs, especially when they feature Hades/Persephone as main characters, so I’ll definitely take a closer look at that one and see what I can do! And OOF Royalty AUs are awesome, I will probably do something with that one as well at some point! And the Death personified one…I LOVE IT! And a Dark Romance with a werewolf and a vampire? Good lord, I so wanna write that! Or read it, if someone’s cracked the code already.

I’m not sure I’m great at (shape)shift AUs but I do love the idea. Especially when it has (loss of) control as a theme. So who knows, perhaps in the future.

TYSM for sharing your ideas with me and if I get to writing any of them, I’ll dedicate them to you, because I hadn’t even thought of writing more Fantasy(ish) AUs with Mawis & the Husbands :))

And if you ever have any more ideas or just want to discuss, feel free to share or ask :)

And of course it’s also always free to ask writing-related Qs or anything about any fic, bc I’d love to talk more with y’all about just about anything😂

#4433 #formula one #lewis hamilton #max verstappen #christian horner #f1 rpf #f1 fanfic #toto wolff #mawis #hornywolff #just a lil’ chat #send asks

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summertimefun1982 · 2 years ago

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AEW

Action Andretti

Adam Cole

Adam Page

Alex Reynolds

Austin Gunn

Blade

Brian Cage

Cash Wheeler

Christian Cage

Colten Gunn

Darby Allin

Eddie Kingston

Ethan Page

Hook

Jack Perry

Jon Moxley

Drunk in Love - Jon and Renee smut drabble

Kenny Omega

Malakai Black

Matt Sydal

Orange Cassidy

Right Here and Right Now smut drabble

Ricky Starks

Sammy Guevara

Shawn Spears

Wardlow

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basil-the-scorned · 11 months ago

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Linking my A03 stuff as well!

Also have a few on Tumblr I might expand and put on AO3 eventually:

One More Thing (Christian Cage and Adam Copeland)

FTR thing I did

NFSW Hangbuck drabble (Just hangman and Matt)

Best Friends drabble (More Orange and Trent Centric)

wrestling fic writers!!

i have decided to be the change i wanna see, so lets do a nice little thing for each other, as a community full of incredible and talented writers. yes this is writer specific only, but thats cause thats where the main problem of people not interacting with creative works lies in this fandom as far as i can tell and have seen people talking about it especially in the last couple of months

if you read this, please add links to your written works. it can be just a single fic youre really proud of, your writing blog, your writing tag, your ao3 account, anything where your works can be found

and if you leave your link here, PLEASE check out someone else that has left their works, and interact with them. leave them a comment, even just a kudos, REBLOG their fic, etc. interacting is the keyword i want to emphasize here, along with building a sort of a masterpost of where to find people writing in this fandom

and if you are not a writer, youre still highly encouraged to interact with this post and share it and show love to the writers in this fandom, obviously!! i think that should go without saying, but adding it in anyways

a bit more about my vision and resources and such under the read more, but thats the gist of it. happy linking and please be kind and supportive to each other!! 💜

nobody is too big or too small to add their things on this list. if you write and post anything in this fandom whatsoever, be it fics or drabbles or headcanons, any companies or any kind of ships or reader inserts or any content whatsoever no matter how 'dead dove dont eat' or hell even if its just meta, we welcome all here and nobody can say that one thing is less valid than another. just please tag your content accordingly, especially if theres content warnings, and feel free to mention what you write, who you write, any info you wish to leave that would help people before they click on your links. but even so, that should not and hopefully will not deter people from interacting, no matter what it is. someones trash is another ones treasure, i promise you

and unless the amount gets really overwhelming, im personally going to be checking out everyone that leaves something here. unless it squeaks me out, but even then, i'll spread the word. and i just wish as many people as possible will do the same, and not just use this as a potential board to only get eyes on their stuff. ofc thats also the point, but you should give as much, if not more, than you get. we need to be kind and supportive of one another (besides, from personal experience, if you show love to someone else, they are more likely to do it back than without you taking the first step, so... pay it forward)

as for resources, heres a few links that should be helpful in leaving comments and feedback. of course everyone does their own thing and no comment is too big or too small to leave, but for those who need them. if you have anything you'd like added to this list, dont hesitate to get in touch or drop it in the post yourself!!

101 comment starters

ao3 floating comment box

kudos html

dont know how to comment? easy solutions

a quick hot guide to commenting (by yours truly)

an overall guide to appreciating fanfic writers

and just in general.. leave people comments. leave them asks about their projects. just go over and gush about their work. i know it sounds embarrassing but writers love nothing more than to hear that someone likes what they are doing. if you find a fic that hasnt been updated in forever, comment on it. it might just be the spark the author needs to continue. while kudos and likes are nice, and just as valuable to some, its definitely in the words the people leave for them that matter the most. im not saying this to put pressure on anyone, its just how it is, and i feel like unless people are writers themselves, and even then sometimes, thats just hard to grasp, especially if the writer is a smaller and less popular one who doesnt get a lot of traffic in the first place

i think thats all. just be nice and considered to everyone, reblog peoples works, this post with others add ons and so forth. and if i find anyone talking shit here or at other writers for something they share, you'll be blocked and im probably taking your kneecaps. be fucking nice. we are all struggling here and we need to stick together

happy sharing and commenting 💜💜

#I'll also start reblogging some stuff #and also check everyone else out on here!!

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hikarus-shida · 3 years ago

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Christian Cage: "Behave"

Christian Cage x fem!reader

genre: nsfw 18+

warnings: nsfw 18+, bratty reader, spanking, oral sex (m)

summary: when christian's girlfriend decides to be a brat all day, he puts her in her place.

requested by: anon (hope you enjoy!)

tag list: @cutierocker202 @bec0m @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @elitehunter

This is an 18+ imagine. If you're not 18+, please read at your own discretion if you don’t intend on leaving this post. You’ve been warned. :)

This was my first time writing about a brat, so hopefully I did it well!

imagines masterlist

*i do not own this gif!*

“But I want it!” You yelled, crossing your arms as your eyes narrowed. Christian pressed two fingers at the bridge of his nose and looked down, trying to keep his composure. You were being a huge brat all because of a Cartier bracelet that you had seen and was begging him to buy. When Christian told you no, it was as if your whole world crashed; you hated that word.

“Princess, you need to calm it down, right now.” Christian gave you ‘the look’, which meant that he meant business. You didn’t care though, the bracelet was meant for you, and he told you that he’d always get you whatever you wanted! What a liar he was.

All the people in the store watched as you had your meltdown, whispers and side-eyes directed towards you. It didn’t matter, in fact you enjoyed it. All the humiliation and embarrassment that Christian felt would make him have to buy you the bracelet and you weren’t going down without a fight, even if it meant being more brattier than usual.

“No! You told me you could get whatever I want when I’m with you! Were you lying to me? You’re such a nasty liar.” You smirked when you saw his cheeks grow red. Only you knew how to push Christian’s buttons so well, he even admitted it himself.

“Watch yourself,” He warned you, which made you roll your eyes. Christian tsk’d at your blatant insubordination and actions. He grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the store, pushing past fellow strangers until he reached the family bathroom and locked the door behind you.

“Get on your knees and I’m not going to tell you again,” He gritted through his teeth. When you got on your knees, he kneeled down and bent you over his lap.

“You don’t wanna listen to me? You want like a tough little brat?” Christian spat, “This is what happens to brats.” He pulled down your plaid skirt, exposing your underwear and butt cheeks. His large hand made the first smack, which had you cry out loud. The second one was the worst, you could feel the redness on the skin and how tender it was. Then came the third, tears welled up in your eyes as you tried to prepare yourself for the next spanking.

“You want to be a brat and disobey me?” Christian asked, spanking you now for the sixth time. You shook your head, unable to speak as the tears poured from your eyes. “Use your words, princess.”

“No, no, daddy. I don’t ever want to disobey you again.” You cried out, waiting for his hand to smack down onto your ass, but it never came. Instead, his hand began to rub the area to soothe you.

“That’s very nice of you, princess, but your punishment isn’t over.” He said, helping you up off of his lap and getting up himself. Christian began to unbuckle his belt and slid down his pants, then his underwear, exposing his hard member. “Now, suck.”

You licked your lips as you inched towards him, now up close to you his member. Your tongue swiveled along his tip, just long enough to tease, before you began to take him in your mouth. Christian was so long and thick, you barely had all of him inside. You had total control until he began to thrust into your mouth, moaning and grunting as he did, his entire cock sliding in and out of your mouth, down your throat as he did this.

You began to gag, which increased the amount of spit that was being produced. Christian groaned as he was fucking your mouth, his hands were on the sides of your head and he used it to control his momentum. “Such a pretty mouth you have, princess. It’s a shame you use it to be a big brat.” He kept pumping into your mouth, moaning out your name when his load traveled down your throat.

“Swallow it, princess.” He said, sternly as he watched his cock twitch in your mouth. You swallowed every drop, leaving not a single one behind, and even sucked on the tip one last time. Christian lifted up his pants and underwear, rebuckling his belt then helping you up.

“Are you going to be a dirty brat next time?”

You shook your head in response, “No, daddy. I won’t.” Christian kissed your head and inspected the damage done from his spanking, giving your cheek another good gentle rub.

“Do you still want that Cartier bracelet?” He asked, pulling out his wallet. Your lips lifted into a smile as you nodded profusely. Christian took your hand and walked out of the family bathroom with you, walking back to the store that had all the people that gave you dirty looks in there.

Oh well, you didn’t care. They could always get another free show, after all you never knew how to behave.

#christian cage #christian cage aew #christian cage imagine #christian cage headcanon #christian cage drabble #aew #aew imagine

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cutierocker202 · 3 years ago

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Me drinking + watching Christian vs Kenny is such a bad hot idea. Daddy Christian looks so so good 🥵

#aew #aew dynamite #all elite wrestling #aew rampage #aew headcanon #aew imagine #aewedit #christian cage drabble #christian cage headcanon #christian cage aew #christian cage smut #kenny omega

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unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin · 3 years ago

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Can I request prompt 149 with Christian Cage and a female reader?

Prompt: “Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.”

An: Set in his time with wwe

You moaned slightly as Christian pulled your closer to him, his lips glued to yours. When he pulled away, you gave him a sideways smile.

“What was that for?”

“Why were you talking to Orton?” He questioned before his lips found there way to your neck.

“You mean why was I talking to my coworker about the storyline we’re doing?” You questioned, your hand moving up a bit to cup the back of his head.

“I saw you talking to your ex boyfriend about how your going to kiss later.”

“You mean in tv-“ You asked rolling your eyes, but being cut off by your own moan as he ground his hips into yours.

“Oh, if only you could see how he watches you.” He hummed against your neck, sucking lightly.

“Fuck, Christian...” he captured your lips again, and your hands slid up under his shirt. Just as you went to pull his shirt up, his phone went off making both of you jump.

“Shit..” he mumbled grabbing it to look at the message. “Damn, Edge needs me. Looks like we will have to come back to this.” He said stepping away from you.

While he was straightening himself out you looked over to the mirror, and let out a gasp. Hickys were covering your neck. “Christian what the hell! If I wore a Tuttle neck it wouldn’t cover these!”

He walked over, wrapping his arms around you. “Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.”

#christian cage #Christian Cage x reader #smut #Drabble

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legit9thlunaticwarrior · 2 years ago

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~AEW Smut Masterlist 18+ ONLY

⭐️ - request 🖤 - personal favorite 🎵 - songfic 📝 - "i just exist" 🚀 - drabble 💬 - comes from a smut prompt (specified in the oneshot) 🎀 - DD/lg diaries: innocence lost 🚨 - donna's wardlow handcuff chronicles

Adam “Hangman” Page🐎

⭐️💬 NSFW Alphabet

CM Punk⚡️

tba

Cash Wheeler7️⃣

tba

Christian Cage✨

tba

Chuck Taylor🪕

tba

Claudio Castagnoli🇨🇭

tba

Eddie Kingston📿

⭐️💬 NSFW Alphabet

Ethan Page😁

tba

Hook🪝

⭐️💬🚀 Naughty Pictures Headcanon

Jade Cargill🌩

tba

Jay White🗡️

tba

Kenny Omega🎮

tba

Luchasaurus🦖

tba

MJF💍

⭐️💬🚀 Orgasm Headcanon

Orange Cassidy🍊

⭐️💬🚀 Masturbation Headcanon

Powerhouse Hobbs🔋

tba

Santana💪

tba

Wardlow🐺

⭐️💬 NSFW Alphabet ⭐️💬 *untitled* ⭐️💬 *untitled*

~Handcuff Chronicles🚨 ⭐️🚨 'Bad Dog' #1 ⭐️🚨 'Touchin' on My' #2 🖤🚨 ‘Big Bad Wolf’ #3 ⭐️🚨 ‘Chains’ #4 🚨 ‘Adrenalize’ #6

Wheeler Yuta🔥

⭐️💬 NSFW Alphabet

Special Requests🥰

tba

#donna's masterlist #aew smut #adam page smut #cm punk smut #christian cage smut #eddie kingston smut #aew hook smut #jade cargill smut #jay white smut #kenny omega smut #luchasaurus smut #mjf smut #orange cassidy smut #powerhouse hobbs smut #wardlow smut #wheeler yuta smut

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wanderingdarlingblog · 2 years ago

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What if I maybe opened up requests for some imagines or somethin?

I'm thinking about opening up my mailbox for imagine/reader inserts/blurbs/drabbles/headcanons and what not. If anyone feels like submitting some prompts or ideas, drop 'em in my inbox!

Here's who I'm open to writing for, my favorites in bold. This list will probably be edited in some way, shape, or form in the future. I will say it now that I do reserve the right to not take a request if I'm not comfortable writing it (for example I'm open for writing smut, but I will not write non-con). If anyone has any questions, feel free to ask! I feel like this post may be pretty vague since I'm writing it in the middle of the night, so edits will be made in the future regarding rules or further specifications. However, if you see this and you have questions right off the bat, please reach out to me someway and I'll give you an answer ASAP.

WWE

Seth Rollins

Randy Orton

Damien Priest

Drew McIntyre

Roman Reigns

Baron Corbin

AJ Styles

Sami Zayn

Dolph Ziegler

Matt Riddle

AEW

Kenny Omega

"Hangman" Adam Page

Adam Cole

Christian Cage

Matt Jackson

Nick Jackson

Eddie Kingston

Jon Moxley

Hook

"Jungle Boy" Jack Perry

Orange Cassidy

CM Punk

MJF

Jeff Hardy

Cash Wheeler

Dax Hardwood

Love you all <3

-WD

#wwe imagine #wwe #wwe fanfiction #aew #aew fanfiction #aew imagine #wwe smut #aew smut #requests #requests open

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unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin · 3 years ago

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Send me a number and the name of a wrestler, male or female, and I will do a little blurp

Smut Prompts

Send me the numbers as a request <3

“Bend over, I’m not kidding.”

“Look at me. Now.”

“You know I hate it when you do that, right? Keep doing it.”

“How did my clothes end up way over there?”

“You know how to make me cum, so do it already.

“Slap my ass again and I’ll make you fuck me in that closet.”

“I like it when you call me a drunk whore.”

“You’re wet? I won’t believe it til I see it.”

“That’s what I am, right? Your cock slut?”

“I’m really hard/wet and I’m gonna die if you don’t do something about it ASAP.”

“Don’t hold back, baby.”

“I can make you cum harder than that.” “Try me.”

“Your parents would be royally disappointed if they saw what you have on right now. Even more disappointed at what I’m thinking about doing to you.”

“Oh, the things I’d do to that pretty mouth.”

“Make it hurt, baby.”

“I’m going to die if you don’t let me cum.”

“Wow, you take cock like it’s your day job.”

“I’ve never cried during sex before, but I guess there’s a first for everything.”

“How about we do something different tonight?”

“You’re so fucking sexy when you do that.”

“You’re a bad girl/boy but I love you so I’ll let you get away with it.”

“Oh. Keep doing that.”

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

“Don’t start what you can’t finish.”

“How many rounds was that? Four? God, we’re about to break our own record.”

“Just for that, I’m gonna suck your clit ‘til you go blind.”

“I’m too busy.” “I’ll be quick, I promise.”

“You’re going to get us arrested.” “Oh, I’ve always liked the idea of you in handcuffs.”

“Not to make things weird, but I thought about you when I came last night.”

“There’s not enough makeup in the world to cover up this hickey, what did you do to me?”

“You’re really bad at hiding how turned on you are.”

“You better muffle yourself with a pillow then, because I’m not stopping.”

“Try to stay quiet for me. Can you do that?”

“Spread your legs. I want to feel how turned on I made you.”

“I want to watch you take off your clothes.”

“You’re so turned on already? That was fast,”

“Lay back and touch yourself. I want to watch.”

“You look so beautiful tied up to my bed,”

“I want you to be rough with me, please leave marks on my skin,”

“Say my name,” “Louder,”

“Call me ‘Sir’ when we’re alone like this,”

“No, I’m the one that’s supposed to be making you feel good,”

“I love hearing you moan,”

“Sorry, did that hurt?” “No, I’m just a little sore from last night.”

“I want to hear you beg for it.”

“I’m not wearing any panties,”

“I want to kiss every inch of your body before I fuck you,”

“I don’t have the patience to remove your clothes right now,”

“I can’t wait until we’re alone. There are so many things I want to do to you right now.”

“Were you just touching yourself?”

“I love how your body loses control when you cum.”

“Spank me,”

“I want to fulfill that fantasy you’ve always wanted”

“Can you help me with this zipper?”

“Are you trying to turn me on right now? Because it’s working.”

“I’d hold on to something if I were you.”

“It seems you forgot to wear any underwear tonight.”

“Wanna taste?”

“You’re really going to make me beg for it?”

“Are you going to eye fuck me all night or are you going to do something about it?”

“You’re so sexy when you’re all hot and bothered.”

“Fuck, I love the sounds you make.”

“Please… Don’t stop.”

“Please. I need you. Now.”

“Get on your knees.”

“This cock isn’t gonna suck itself.”

“Is there anything you can’t do with that tongue?”

“Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?”

“Oh god, how can you manage to switch from cute to sexy in under a second?”

“I know all of your weaknesses.”

“Hm, no panties?”

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

“If you don’t like my teasing then why are you moaning?”

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole.”

“I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.“

“You make a sound and it’s game over baby.”

“If I have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.“

“Can you feel what you’re doing to me?”

“Don’t think I’m letting you get away with that, darling.”

“The things that I want to do to you, baby.”

“Dammit, we made a mess.”

“You’re going to regret that, sweetheart.”

“I want to see those pretty little lips wrapped around my cock.”

“I may or may not have left some….marks.”

“I think we were a little too loud last night.”

“Really? You wanna have sex….here? Now?”

“do you like that? like being in control?”

“Don’t make me take you home and punish you.”

“You’re not going out in that outfit.”

“You’re more than just a one night stand.”

“You want me to give you your book/phone/item back? Make me.”

“Are you sure? Once we start, i might not be able to stop.”

“You’re in trouble now.”

“I’m waiting”

“What did you just say?”

“If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god.”

“I’m going to put on some clothes before you say anything else.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“Bite me.”

“Could he make you feel as good as i do?”

“You’re n-not ,um, w-wearing anything under that, are you..?”

“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”

“The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

“If i have to stop what i’m doing, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.”

“I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet.”

“Were you just masturbating?” “U-uh..no, i was just..” “Want some help?”

“I’m not jealous! it’s just…you’re mine!”

“If we get caught i’m blaming you.”

“We have to be quiet.”

“Tell me again.”

“You have no idea how much i want you.”

“Say it.”

“You better shut that pretty little mouth before i put it to work, love.”

“How quickly can you cum?”

“Don’t ruin the sofa.” “Ill just have to cum inside you then.”

“I’m not going to touch you unless you beg.”

“You cant tease me like that and expect not to be punished.”

“You look a bit tied up, want me to come back later?”

“It was so worth the injury though!”

“Your ass is going to be seven different shades of red after that little stunt.”

“You know, you always look so much better when I mark you up.”

“You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat.”

“If you’re going to act like a little brat then I’m going to treat you like a little brat.”

“I don’t care how good it feels you’d better not cum until I tell you to.”

“Look, I’m not into choking but I wouldn’t mind if you grabbed me by the neck every once in a while.”

“You don’t have to be gentle with me, I don’t break easily.”

“Are you wearing my shirt?”

“You’d better be quiet or everyone’s going to know what a naughty little slut you are.”

“Did I stutter? Do as you’re told!”

“I can’t wait to be on my knees for you later.”

“Maybe if I punish you it’ll help you remember who you belong to next time.”

“Do you want it on your back or would you like to be on your stomach?”

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

“You’d better watch your fucking mouth.”

“You keep acting like a little brat and I’ll take you over my knee right here, I don’t care how many people are watching.”

“When we get home I’m cuffing you to the bed and going down on you all night until my jaw is sore.”

“You look so good on your knees like that.”

“Are you going to be good from now on?”

“I wonder what your girlfriend/boyfriend would do if they knew what you were doing right now.”

“I bet all our neighbors can hear you, I bet they all know what a dirty little slut you are.”

“Open your mouth.”

“If you leave the house wearing that then the second you get back home I’m going to bend you over that bed.”

“Aww, poor baby, you want me to take care of it for you?”

“Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.”

“What’s wrong? I thought you liked teasing.”

“Aww, is my little princess getting shy?”

“It’s okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while I’m between your legs.”

“I think you forgot to lock the door, that means anyone could walk right in and see you like this.”

“Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.”

#prompts #smut prompts #aew drabble #Kenny Omega #Matt Jackson #orange cassidy #Nick Jackson #Christian Cage #tony khan #WWE #wwe drabble #Drew McIntyre #Seth Rollins #Bailey

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