#i fear he would be so good at brat taming

[deviouz]

i am currently thinking thoughts on being pinned down and put in a headlock by jason todd.

like? him being strong enough to easily manhandle you down, pin you to the floor, and tuck your neck into the crook of his muscular arms when you act up too much. it instantly knocks the brat out of your system, and you go all quiet and doe eyed while he whispers in that low, raspy baritone about how good you’ve suddenly gotten.

he’ll tighten his hold a little, just to see how your eyes glaze over and your thighs press together while you resist the urge to grind back against his more-than-obvious hard on.

“there, there, i’ve got you. not running that pretty little mouth anymore either. being good for me isn’t all that hard to do, now is it, sweetheart?”

me when jason says to shut up and be good or else <3

[screampied]

Hii vegas!! Lil request 🙏🙏 brat taming w jealous!Sukuna BUTTTT with Sukuna doing it in front of his servants(if u already did this u can ignore this request!!)

—Sukunas no.1 glazer

✧ ⁺˳ cw. fem! reader, jealous kuna, heian era! sukuna, exhibitionism, cōckwarming, dirty talk, praise, mdni.

it’s become known that sukuna doesn’t like when other eyes are all on you.

the moment he spots his servants laying their filthy eyes on his beloved favorite human, he scoffs in vex. the audacity, he didn’t like people staring at what’s his. but of course out of all days, you decided to be a brat. “c’mere,” a simple word and you were at his usual beck and call. the demon pats a hand against his manspread lap, ushering for you to take your rightful seat. his seat was his throne whilst yours was right on his thigh. taking your sweet, precious time and dragging your feet against the slick marmoreal floor, he snarls. “woman, don’t waste my time. my lap, now.”

“you all, c’mere,” he snaps his fingers with a sly eyebrow raise.

sukuna’s got a vicious gaze at his low ranked servants, a good dozen of them nearly shivering at his command. they create haste, standing in front of his throne, awaiting for his next orders.

“and lastly, you,” and his voice pitches a deep low. you merely gulp, feeling one of his arms sling around your waist, another creating a teasing trail down your nape. bringing a chaste kiss toward the outer part of your earlobe, he whispers salaciously. “you love testin’ my patience, huh. i was watching you earlier. i don’t like you giving my pathetic servants your precious attention.”

“oops,” you hum, and he’s not so fond of your cheeky attitude. as your back lies against his bare, broad chest - you’re facing the eyes of the fearful lackeys. still, they’re looking at you, some desperately wishing they were in your shoes.

oh, to be lucky enough to take a throne on the sukuna ryomen’s notorious lap. anyone who tried without his word would have easily been caught dead. alas, you were the exception. “was jus’ sayin’ hi, ‘kuna.”

“tch. don’t make me laugh, princess,” he murmurs, and your breath hitches once he sprawls your legs open a bit. “saying ‘hi’ doesn’t take you fifteen minutes, but i’ll spare you,” and with the way his voice delivers, it was a snarky growl underneath. timbre and haughty, you felt the sudden twitch between your thighs almost immediately.

he wasn’t gonna spare you,

in fact— you figured he’d do something else like maybe bend you over his knee and spank you. but sukuna had another thing in mind.

a thing where you’d be taking his cock right in front of his servants. staring them dead in the eyes as you’re creaming down their righteous king’s shaft.

as you’re barreling his hefty length, you shudder the moment you feel his second cock brush up against your sopping folds. they were stacked upon each other but your pussy’s main focus was on the one directly in front, not behind.

“good girl, easy. don’t go down too quick or ya might break,” and your body twitches in rapture once his feverish breath dances against your skin. “heh, ‘s that what you want? to be broken?”

“y- yes,” you mewl out, making a failing attempt to rock your hips against his lap. his servants claw their nails into their thighs, the awkward tension wafting against the air like wind as they just stare. the fact that dozens of eyes were seeing you like this made you throb. convulsing pulses multiply and shoot through your folds before a big hand wraps around your throat. chortling in a raspy manner, sukuna spanks your ass for you to hurry. sinking down on his thickset dick makes your toes curl - he’s big. chewing on your lip, you moan. “kuna, ‘s fuckin’ big, fuuuuck.”

“what a nasty fuckin’ mouth,” he growls, and another one of his hands goes toward your drooling, weeping cunt. a palm swiftly swats against your entrance, allowing your legs to sprawl wider and you whimper. “mhm, brat. this is supposed to be a punishment but y’er just turned on, huh,” and as you’re all the way down on his cock, feeling the tiny pressuring prod and pierce through your tummy, you nod against his chest. “thought so,” he chuckles lowly, stern ruby eyes leering toward his servants. “look at her. none of you will be this wet for me, acknowledge that.”

as he’s speaking to them as if they’re below him, and in this case—they were,

while another one of his hands toy against your folds, your slit dribbles with slick and you’re happily coating his base with your juices. your legs were about to collapse and you moan whilst sukuna’s pitchy deep voice rumbles in the background. his voice,

it’s heavily intimidating. booming and loud, no one dared to defy him.

it’s so gruff and smothered with authoritative baritone that it rings and reverberates throughout the sacred walls of his domain. his scent, his rich cologne scent clogs through your nostrils as your legs struggle to maintain its stillness. “f- fuck, ‘kuna ‘m not gonna l- last,” you whine, chest deflating within each breath snatching out your lungs. with a hand gripping his thigh, yanking on the silk made fabric of his kimono—you whimper. “s- sukunaaa.”

“such a sensitive little thing,” he tsks, cockily shaking his head side to side before one of his arms wraps around your torso. the demon’s cock, fat and all, buries itself completely into you and you moan the moment you try to grind back on him. it’s pathetic, all that bratiness earlier and now, you were already creaming. it comes quick, so quick that you barely even have time to react. his peeling foreskin that’s attached near the crown of his dick tickles against your gummy walls, relishing in your goopy grip. “oh,” he murmurs, feeling your sweet slick drench him from the base down. the entire time, the king’s got the most haughty grin, feeling your human body slump against his soft tatted chest in its defeat. “that was early, princess. a bit too early.”

you whimper, still coming undone and the white noise ringing in your ears only intensifies. panting repeatedly, you squeeze against his thigh before the only words you could sputter out was, “s- sukuna, ‘kuna- more.”

“heh, always a greedy girl,” he grunts, feeling his cock twitch at your simple plea. the pesky servants were appalled, witnessing such lewd activity before them. sukuna ryomen and his favorite human. with a titter, one of his hands gives your cunt a good squeeze, snickering at how you easily gush all out on the center of his palm. “who’s pussy does this belong to though, tell me,” and his eyes dart toward the little audience, his former jealously subsiding a bit. “tell our friends too, let ‘em know, princess.”

his touch was so sharp—you gasp, feeling an extra limb of his grab against your neglected breasts, a thumb flicking against your perky nipples that poke out of your cottony blouse. “ngh, belongs to y- you, ‘kuna.”

with a single hand, he turns your head, glancing near his extra peripherals of the incoming drool that’s seeping from the corners of your mouth. once he cranes your head, he makes you stare straight at his servants. “uh huh, tell them. tell them who’s pussy ‘s my favorite.”

“m- mine,” you moan, his touch making you shudder in utmost pleasure. glossy eyes meet the dozens of people - secretly sucking their teeth and growing envious of you, of you getting off to this entire thing. a few of them shamelessly yearned to be in your place, but they knew with you in the picture, they never stood a chance. “my p- pussy’s your favorite, ‘kuna. ‘m yours.”

“good girl,” he praises, and you’re still on his lap with his twitching cock shoved deep into your clingy walls. with a hand again, he turns your head to the side to face him briefly - sneaking a wet kiss near your lips for a few seconds. you moan, feeling the edges of his fangs and his forked tongue collide and mash inside of your mouth.

all hands of his feel and wander and roam against your body at such a slow pace, you whimper before he gives his unworthy servants one final side eye.

“show’s over. get lost,” he snarls, and they all scatter like flies. the large darkened room’s finally empty, and it’s just you and your king.

sukuna hums in amusement at your state, the brat within you nowhere to be found before he whispers against your ear. the final words of the demon not only makes your cunt twitch but a shiver runs down your spine. “seems like my girl needs a bit more training. now now, since we have some privacy, we should try one of my favorites. full nelson,” and he purrs.

“i wanna see you take both of me, princess. be a good girl ‘n bend over for your king.”

[hayatoseyepatch]

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Description: Sometimes In the heat of the moment, you don’t always make it to the bedroom. Here’s some scenarios of some of the windbreaker boys fucking you anywhere but your bed.

Characters: Jo Togame, Toma Hiragi, Hajime Umemiya, & Haruka Sakura

Word Count: 2.7k

Tags: fem!reader, public sex, rough sex, praise, degradation, dirty talk, penetrative sex, handjobs, oral (m!receiving), hair pulling, mentions of being caught, daddy calling, brat taming, slight sub themes in Sakura’s.

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a/n: This has been sitting in my mind for quite some time so I needed to get it out of my system. Also, this is my first time writing for Hiragi so please let me know what you think, I hope I did him some justice. Anyways I hope you enjoy!

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The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes off the walls of the empty auditorium like a crescendo. Togame especially loved fucking you in the abandoned auditorium because the beautiful sounds that you made for him reverberated off the walls in such a way that made your voice carry and come straight back to his ears. Only serving to make him want you to make more. “Jo please, fuck, what if someone comes.” You whimper, the fear of being caught overwhelmed by the pleasure you were feeling from the snap of his hips.

“Then they’d get quite the show, wouldn’t they princes??” He chuckles, deep and breathy in your ear. You feel the heat rush to your cheeks in embarrassment at the thought of someone walking in on you both. Seeing Togame’s large hands gripping the plush of your waist, your body clad in nothing save for his Shishitoren jacket as he fucks you into the hard linoleum floors of the stage. His deep laughter hits your ear once more, his voice coming out in that slow drawl that always served to send a rush of heat to your cunt.

“But… judging by the way your pretty pussy just clamped down on me.. I’d say you wouldn’t mind that too much.. would you baby?”

His grin is lazy and full of mischief when he pulls away, looking down at you with half lidded eyes as he drags his cock back, leaving only the tip of himself still inside before slamming his full length back into you in one harsh thrust. He sets a brutal pace after that, effectively cutting off any argument you had against his words, corners of your vision going blurry from the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you. “Jo, fuck, please” You cry out, your voice carrying in the empty auditorium so loud it had you attempting to cover your mouth to conceal the noises you were making, afraid someone passing by would hear.

His eyes darken, hips ceasing all movement, as he looks down at you with a lifted eyebrow. You were quick to remove your hand, knowing how much he loved to hear you and knowing he would come to a full stop until he could hear you once more. “Jo, please, ‘m sorry please don’t stop” He smirks at the sound of your begging, your voice carrying once more. “Thats right doll, let me hear you. I don’t want you to hold back a single fucking sound do you understand that darling?”

The sounds of his hips slamming against yours, the noises falling from both of your lips and the squelching of your wetness as he fucks into you filling the room once more. “You hear that pretty girl? Hear how fucking wet you are for me? How sloppy your pretty cunt has gotten for me angel? So good pretty girl, so good for me, my only complaint is how wasteful it is to have you dripping like this without me down there to lap up every fucking drop of your sweetness princess.” He continues the snapping of his hips recklessly against yours. Your cries of his name egging him on every syllable you let out going straight to his cock. Sure you both could fuck in your shared bed, but where was the fun in that? Especially when the sounds you make for him echo so deliciously off these walls and only spur him on to see just how loud you could get for him.

You had brought this on yourself, you know you did, but how could you be expected to control yourself while on the back if his bike? The two of you had gone on a late night drive on his motorcycle, he always looked so sexy driving his bike, his large hands switching gears as he rested them on the handlebars. His thighs straddling the bike as he drives it with ease, weaving in and out of traffic, head tilting back every so often to make sure you were okay. It had started innocent enough, your hands placed on his chest to keep yourself steady as he drove, feeling his muscles through the fabric of his shirt. Rubbing up and down as you rested your cheek on his broad back.

But as you watched him drive, your hands slid farther south. He had given you a warning glance, one which you ignored as you let your hands continue to wander. The vibrations of the bikes engine spurring your movements. The only thing separating you from the leather were your panties, wearing a skirt that Hiragi had warned you “was not proper riding attire”. You feel his breath hitch as your hands slid to his thighs , inching closer to where a tent was starting to form in those tight pants he always wears. Your fingers eventually curled around his hardening member, the bike lurching as he was caught off guard.

That was what led you to where you were now, your hair wrapped around Hiragi’s fist, him using it as leverage to arch your back further towards him. The two of you pulled over to the side of the road in a more secluded wooded area as Hiragi has you bent over his bike, taking you from behind.

“You can never behave can you, pretty girl? Here I was just wanting to go on a nice ride with my girl, but someone couldn’t keep their hands to themselves could they?” Hiragi groans through gritted teeth. His eyes rolled back once more hearing his name slips past your lips hips bucking involuntarily as his cock head kisses your deepest parts.

Hiragi wasnt sure how much longer he would be able to remain his composure. His teeth sink into the crook of your neck, he cant control the roll of his hips at the words that slip from your lips. Cock throbbing in need. His hand is quick to slide to the inside of your thigh wishing he was able to see just how beautiful you were spread wide for him. He lets his fingers curl around your throat squeezing just enough to make gaining air flow a bit difficult, now using your throat as leverage to pull you back against him.

His sharp canines digging into the supple flesh of your neck as the thumb of his begins rubbing slow dragging circles against your puffy clit. “Take all of me princess, gonna fill you up so deep. Always so tight for me darling.” Cries of his name fall from your lips like a mantra, meeting his thrusts as best as you can, eyes rolling back from the intense pleasure. “I wanna come with you, Toma, please let me.” You whispered breathlessly as you reach the precipice of orgasm head fuzzy and thoughtless as your walls spasm around his cock.

Your release triggering his own as he paints your walls white. The two of you lean over the bike, attempting to catch your breaths. Hiragi slips from inside you, sliding your panties back in place, punctuating the action with a swift slap to your ass. “Now, lets see if we can finish this ride without me having to pull over again to take care of my needy girl, yeah?” He grins mounting the bike once more, both of you knowing this was far from over, anticipating what awaited you as you head back home.

He grins against your lips, head ducking down to take a hardened bud between his lips, tongue lolling against it, coming to a point to flick at the sensitive area before letting his teeth capture it. Pulling his head back to tug until releasing, pupils blows wide seeing the bounce of the plush flesh he was rewarded with. He was quick to give the other nipple the same treatment. Hands trailing from your ankles to your knees, forcing your legs apart further under his strong grip. He groans into your chest as he feels your hands on him hand making a trail up the inside of your thigh, thumb pressing against the hood of your clit before rubbing slow agonizing circles as he continues his attention to your nipples.

Fingers slipping from your center, he grips your panties by the waistband, expertly sliding them from your hips leaving you entirely bare before him. Fingers digging into the flesh of your ass he pulls your hips flush against his own giving an experimental roll of his hips, hardened cock rubbing against your center.

“Thats right my pretty little kitten, my perfect fucken princess.” He groaned against your skin, head ducking to your neck once more, teeth sinking into the delicate skin tongue soothing the area. Now that he was sunk completely in, he gives an experimental snap of his hips, your pleas guiding each motion of his hips. He picks up the pace, angling his hips just right to nudge that sensitive spot deep inside you.

“Go on princess wanna hear you say my name angel, bet you cant even finish it can you my pretty baby.” He teases against your skin, hips picking up their pace. His hands hook under your knees, pulling you until your ass was hanging off the desk, so he could lay you back, both of you so caught in your actions that you hadnt noticed the red light flashing on the soundboard of the desk he had laid you on in the announcement room.

He presses your knees to your chest now able to hit a much deeper angle. Groaning a long growl of your name and a slew of profanities as the sound of his hips meeting yours fills the room. “You hear that princess? How wet my cunt is for me angel, sounds like a fucken symphony kitten.” He groans against your skin, hips slamming into yours “Fuck Hajime, please, I’m close. Wanna come, please let me Daddy.”

The coil had been tight in his abdomen, but he would hold out, he wouldnt allow himself to fall over the edge before you had. He picks up the pace once more, thrusts growing sloppy under the pleasure. His thumb quickens its pace pressing harder against the bundle of nerves. “Go on on princess, come for me, wanna feel those pretty walls clamp down on my cock. Fuuck just like that kitten” His movements growing erratic as you both were nearing your highs.

Just as you were about to be thrown over the edge the sound of loud bangs on the door fill your ears, swiftly jerking you and Umemiya apart from each other. It was only moments later that you heard Hiragi’s exasperated voice ring out. “Umemiya you idiot the loudspeaker, its on you dumbass!!” Your eyes blown wide cheeks flusing deeply at the knowledge that the entore school had heard you both for gods knows how long. Umemiyas boisterous laughter is all that is heard before the intercom goes off. “Oopsies silly me, well I guess theres no question of who you belong to know is there, babygir?” The smirk that grazes his lips making you question if that was an accident at all.

“Are you outta your fucken mind?!” Comes Sakuras harsh whisper, his face a deep maroon, his lips pressed to your ear to keep the words between you both. “Hm?” You barely acknowledge him, scrolling through your phone absentmindedly. As if you hadn’t just unbuckled his pants under the table at Kotoha’s restaurant. As if you weren’t currently sat across from Nirei, Suo, and Kiryu while pulling Sakura’s semi-hard cock from his pants. As if you weren’t wrapping your delicate fingers around his length, thumb swiping his tip to collect the precoma that was starting to bubble over the head of his cock.

“Are you alright Sakura?” Nirei asks innocently, unaware of what you were inflicting upon your poor shy boyfriend. Sakura’s eyes blow wide, the attention now on him, all while you never stopped your movements. Now pumping his length slowly, careful not to move your arm too much and reveal what you were doing. Sakura for once was grateful for Suo’s teasing, his words catching the attention of the other two males sat at the table with you both. “That’s our Sakura, always so bashful, he’s probably all flustered from sitting next to his girlfriend.” He claims his signature smile resting on his face. “Why don’t we go put in our orders, give poor Sakura some time to cool down, hm?” He says, standing the other two following him to the counter.

Sakura’s red face turns to yours sharply once they were out of earshot, grateful at least for the secluded corner booth you were both sat in. “Are you crazy?! We’re gonna get caught, knock it off.” He whispers sharply, only to be met with a grin from you. His body betrays his words, hips bucking to meet your movements. “What was that Haru? Cause it seems to me like you don’t want me to stop.~” You tease, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, looking over to see the boys caught in a conversation with the brunette at the counter. Taking advantage of their distraction as you slide quickly under the table. “Better be quick then, baby. Don’t want them to find out how much you’re loving this do you?”

You hook your hand on the base, tongue lolling out to lick a fat stripe up the underside of him, looking up at him with hooded eyes from under the table. You let your tongue circle his fat mushroom tip, letting your lips close around him, sucking his tip harshly. Sakura’s hand immediately coming to tangle in your hair and teeth coming down to bite on his bottom lip, harsh, to the point of drawing blood. In order to conceal any noises that would attempt to fall from his lips. He feels you lick the underside of his length, groaning loudly when he feels your tongue run along his sensitive tip. He attempts to make eye contact with you, but that doesn’t last long, face planting into the table to hide his reddened cheeks and any expressions that would give away what was occurring beneath the table. “We’re gonna get caught..” He whimpers, stuttering over his words from the pleasure you were giving him.

“Well you better be quick then, Haru.~” You tease, your words slightly muffled from the head of his cock. Resuming your pace, head bobbing up and down as you take more of him into your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat. The feeling has him seeing stars. Hips now coming up to buck against your tongue, while his own lolled out of his mouth drool dripping down his chin. “Fuck baby, fuck you feel s-so fuckin, shit, gonna fucking burst if you keep that up.” He whimpers, his hips stuttering as the coil building in his abdomen threatens to snap. Humming against his length at his words, almost as if to say that’s the whole point. Quickening your pace, free hand coming to rest against his balls messaging them feeling the contractions. Your eyes locking with his from your position sends him over the edge. Sakura was quick to bite his knuckles, muffling his sounds as he comes down your throat. Swallowing another groan as he watches you swallow all of him. Jolting upright hearing footsteps approach, hurriedly tucking his softening member into his pants once more.

His eyes blown wide as the other’s sit down with their orders, settling themselves into their seats. “Hey, where’d y/n go?” Kiryu askes, tilting his head. Sakura scrambles for something to say in his post-orgasmic haze, only for you to cut him off popping up from under the table. “Sorry I dropped my spoon, I got it.” You giggle, faux-innocence lacing your tone. “Might need a new one though, this black and white milkshake is thick. Could barely suck it through my straw. Could I borrow yours baby?” You ask with an innocent smile, licking the corner of your mouth. Though the snort Suo lets out around the rim of his teacup tells you that he knew exactly what had just taken place. Sakura’s cheeks so red he thought he would die from blood loss on the spot.

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This was WAYYYY longer than I anticipated but it’s me, are we surprised?? This was so much fun might do a part two if im feelin frisky. But I hope you enjoyed, see you next time!

[kitten4sannie]

for love of the game (teaser)

pairing: rival team! wooyoung x rival! reader (fem) x teammate! yunho

genres: college baseball au, enemies to fuckbuddies, bsf fuckbuddies, smut

summary: jung wooyoung, a pitcher with a fearsome curveball, and your self-proclaimed enemy since the beginning of the playoffs, is beyond determined to show you that he is in fact, on top. Yunho, your close friend and reliable teammate, will do everything in his power to watch it all go down.

future tag warnings (may be subject to change): tobacco/vape usage, baseball lingo?? idk, nasty mean dom! wooyo, perverted soft dom! yuyu, subby! (tiny bit bratty) reader, light brat taming, pet names/name calling, praise/degradation, dirty talk, exhibitionism/voyeurism, biting/marking, tag teaming, manhandling, size kink, oral (giving), deep-throating, spit kink, finger sucking, hair tugging, nasty hate sex against some lockers, sloppy seconds, breeding kink, creampies, dumbification

w.c: 1.6k (so far) while this teaser is about 500?? words

a/n: i love a good sports au (despite my inability to play any) fhwhwh so i’ve decided to write a nasty lil baseball fic for you all~ the parasites told me to >:)) 🖤 so here’s a teaser!!! it’s a pretty big one hehe. and if you’d like to join this specific taglist (if you’re not on my general taglist) please click on the tiny heart at the bottom of the post :33 enjoyyy~~

“Yo, baby, you got some chew on you?” someone with an irritatingly smug, yet distinctly familiar voice asked you from the other side of the snug dugout.

You immediately stood up from your seat, turning your head in the direction of the voice, just in time for you to come face to face with the Devil himself. 

Jung Wooyoung, a pitcher with a fearsome curveball, and your self-proclaimed enemy since the beginning of the playoffs, was casually leaning down against the small metal fence that separated your teams, looking up at you through the yellow lenses of his sunglasses. 

“Do I look like the type to put that nasty shit in my mouth?” you immediately snapped, taking a few steps in his direction, not realizing how hard you were squeezing your plastic water bottle until it began to audibly crunch inside your tight grasp. “Huh?” 

Wooyoung licked at the mole on his chapped bottom lip, his canines becoming visible when he smiled cockily at you. He missed his favorite plaything. You were so easy to rile up. It made his already tight pinstripe pants even tighter. “Mm, but you’ve put nastier things in your mouth, haven’t you, baby?”

Scoffing, you placed your hands on your soft hips, shaking your head, pretending his perverse words didn’t make your cheeks feel like they were already sunburnt, wanting to put up more of a front, now that your entire team was possibly listening in. “You would know a thing or two about that, wouldn’t you, Wooyoung? The handjobs you give your team aren’t doing enough for you these days, huh?” 

Wooyoung did his best to ignore the snickers and whispers of your team, taking his cap off to run his fingers through his silky raven hair, biting the corner of his lip all the while. “People talk in the locker rooms, you know. They say you really know your way around a cock. Probably from all that practice you get with your teammates, yeah?” He looked over to Yunho, who sheepishly smiled at him. “You can vouch for me, can’t you, Yun?” The batter remained quiet out of fear of your wrath.

Wooyoung was about to say more, when his vision was suddenly blurred by something cold. You had offered him mercy, dumping the rest of your water on the pitcher’s head, rather than shoving the entire bottle up his ass like you desperately wanted to. Instead of blowing up on you and embarrassing himself like you had hoped he would, Wooyoung simply flipped his hair back and put his cap back on, resulting in a few squeals from some nearby fangirls that were sitting in the stands. “If getting me hard was the goal, you succeeded, Y/N.” 

You grimaced. “You’re fucking disgusting, Wooyoung.” 

Wooyoung reached over the fence to push a few loose strands of hair behind your ear. “But, you love it, don’t you? That’s why you’re so obsessed with me.” 

“You should be obsessed with me. Maybe if you paid attention, you could figure out how to pitch a ball that I won’t knock out of the goddamn stadium.” 

You irked Wooyoung to no end, your equally quick-witted jabs getting underneath the pitcher’s tan skin. However, he wouldn’t let you have the satisfaction of seeing that, until hell itself froze over. “And if you paid attention, maybe your team would actually make it past the playoffs.” 

That was when a vein visibly began to bulge out of your temple, your jaw tensing. Wooyoung had struck a nerve. You knew it, he knew it, and your team definitely knew it. You’d give anything to make it to the championship game, but it was always just barely out of reach. The fact that Wooyoung would stoop so incredibly low had your blood boiling. You wanted nothing more than to grab the smug pitcher by his collar and spit directly in his face, but you were afraid that he would enjoy that more than you would have. So, instead you simply accepted defeat in that moment and sat back down on the bench, staring ahead at the expansive baseball field.  

You were too caught up in your own furious thoughts to notice that Yunho had left the spot he had taken up on the bench, instead leaning on the same fence Wooyoung had been chilling on just moments ago. 

“Your girl’s feisty, Yun. I fucking love it. She seems like she bites. Does she bite?” Wooyoung prodded the taller man, just as he pulled a vape out of his pocket and took a long hit, causally blowing out the smoke into Yunho’s face. 

Yunho waved the vapor away, shaking his head slightly. “She’s not mine, but yeah, she bites.” He chuckled to himself. “I bite too.”

Wooyoung hummed in response, his eyes shifting from the crowd, to the busy field, then back up to Yunho. “She’s not yours, but she lets you hit, doesn’t she? And she’ll let you hit right after the game, right?” 

“She does…She’s just very...rough.” Yunho bit his lip, thinking about how ferociously you would ride his cock in the empty locker rooms after the games you would ultimately lose, remembering all the deep bites and scratches you littered his broad body in, knowing you wouldn’t let him go until you left his cock raw and so sensitive, he was ready to cry. He was more of a softie himself, not exactly cut out for the animalistic sex you required after such a brutal loss. Wooyoung, however, seemed more fit for that. In fact, Yunho felt his throat go dry just imagining the two of you going at it in such a way, especially in front of him. That was allowed, right? 

“Yunho.” Wooyoung took another long puff from his vape, using his free hand to take his glasses off and placing them over the brim of his baseball cap.

“Yeah?” 

Wooyoung reached up to place his hand on Yunho’s tense shoulder, massaging his digits into it to loosen up the muscle. “I got a proposition for you. If your team wins today, you get to fuck a happy, calm Y/N. She’ll probably even blow you without expecting anything back. Who knows, she might even swallow.”

Yunho unconsciously licked his lips, glancing back over the shoulder Wooyoung was massaging into to admire your pretty face, even if it was contorted with rage-induced determination. He slowly looked back down at the pitcher. “And, if your team wins?” 

Wooyoung grinned deviously, licking at one of his sharp canines. “I get to show Y/N just how disgusting I can get.” 

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“Play Stupid Games, Win Stupid Prizes”

Kai Anderson x f!reader

Warnings! Smut, pōrn with no plot, Kai Anderson, punishment, bdsm?, dom x sub play, brat taming, spanking, f!ngering, f!recieving only, praise, dregrading, not proofread (I wrote this in one sitting), short m sweet (teehee)

Omg my first Kai smut. Lowkey thought abt my pookie @fear-is-truth while writing this

Probably will disappear again a bit after this one, I used my little creative spark up

SMACK!

The embarrassing sound pierces the air like a sword with each strike, echoing like the searing pain, yet is oh-so delicious. “3-30!” I squeak, my voice trembling. Kai gropes the flesh of my ass roughly, kneading it viciously with his palm as he lowers his head towards me, not enough to be at my level—he always makes sure to keep me in my place—as I hang over his knees. My ass is shamelessly curved into the air, bright red peeking under my hiked-up skirt and tight panties. “Wrong.” He snarls lowly into my ear, a sly amused grin paints his face as he starts the count-down over again. SMACK! I can’t tell if I’m moaning from pleasure or pain anymore, the two blending in with the numbness spreading through my sore cheeks as his large hand prepares to strike again and leave me purple. “O-one!” I stagger, squeaking. He flashes another amused grin as he brings the hand to strike again. I almost feel guilty with how wet my panties feel right now from this. My cunt throbbing and clenching needily, with greed. Almost guilty. The cycle repeats again and again, I can barely think anymore. I have no idea how I’m keeping track. All I can think about is the throbbing pain below my waist, and the jolts of pleasure that follow as my muscles tighten around the tight fabric of my panties, the recoil grinding me just enough against his jean-clad knee to make my pussy drool. “4-40!” I’m on the brink of tears again, the sobs choking my throat and old tears still staining my mascara riddled face, which I knew was only getting Kai off more. “Good lamb,” He coos in a deep, predatory tone as he praises me. His hand reaching to pet the top of my head. “That wasn’t so hard, now was it?” He says in a condescending tone, but it’s just enough praise and approval to make me ignore it. “I think you deserve a little treat now.” He purrs, and my cunt instantly clenches onto nothing and I feel the heat burn through my entire core. My body practically curves into the slightest of his touch, eager and unabashedly greedy. He hooks his finger around my panties and slides them halfway down my plump thighs, making sure to keep me bent over his lap. He starts by soothing the sore flesh of my ass, massaging and tracing the swollen skin tenderly, slowly sliding and working his way down to my slit. He gives a few taps which makes me shiver, pulling away to examine the slick on his fingers. “Shit…you’re so wet. What a dirty little slut you are,” He teases, shaking his head in faux-disapproval. Before I can react, his fingers slip easily into my cunt and he begins to massage the aching muscle. He digs immediately for my sweet spot and builds up the coil slowly, massaging with the intent to drive me crazy. As soon as my hips start to press back to meet his hand, he speeds up. I can barely process a coherent thought, moaning without any restraint as he finger blasts me. The lewd sounds erupting from all sides of me would usually make me shy or ashamed, but the sheer pleasure coursing through me made me numbed to any emotion other than pure lust and ectasy. “F-fuck! Kai! Kai!” I moaned, sounding like a mouse. I whined, begging to be consoled from the shocking amount of pleasure forced upon me. My legs were trembling in his hold even before the coil snapped, and a hot gush of molten arousal painted his lap. I was left breathless, panting like a dog with swollen, parted lips and my body softly shaking as I came down from the best rush I’ve ever had. He grips back my head by my hair, bunching it up messily between his fingers, causing me to wince as he forces my fucked out-face to look at him before I can barely comprehend. “Lets hope you’ve learned your lesson.” He spits. The game is over, and he’ll go back to being the same old Kai. At least I got a good orgasm out of the whole ordeal, that’s a lot more than nothing. Which is the usual.

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I was wondering if I could get the brothers reaction to a MC that says "Make me" for every little thing/request.

Could be some Crack, could be some smut implications, whatever you like ^-^

The Brothers Responding to 'Make Me'

Brothers x GN! reader :)

AN: Oh lord, I'd like to apologize for how long it took me to get this out. Holidays and writer's block do not mix well. But thanks for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Dom! brothers, teasing, it's mostly suggestive- mostly, kind of brat taming?, mention of oral in Beel's section

Minors DNI!

Lucifer

He usually doesn’t mind your teasing, actually he secretly encourages it. It’s a straight shot to having you tangled up in his sheets all night.

But it’s been a long day, so much has gone wrong, he does not need your little attitude to add to the mix right now.

If he hears you say that phrase one more time- there it is.

Now he’s dragging you to his room, a smirk spread across your face as you know you’ve won.

Don’t worry though, he’ll wipe it off in no time as he wears one of his own, watching as you writhe in pleasure.  

Mammon

The first time you said it, he whipped his head around to you so fast-

Who the hell were you to tell him what to do? Not that he minds, but he’s trying to remain in control. He wants to do things on his own time damnit!

Oh, but man, have you sparked something within him.

It becomes increasingly harder to hold back as the day goes on and you continue to tease him with those words.

Soon enough you get what you want, finding yourself a moaning mess in Mammon’s bed. 

Leviathan

Woah- where did that come from? 

He’s incredibly blushy the first time you say it, mind already in the gutter.

The more you say it, the more it snowballs his horniness and eventually he’ll snap. 

An incredibly domineering Leviathan appears! Well, if it isn’t the consequences to your own actions.

He’ll make you see why he is the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy. And he’ll be sure to remind you for every time you’ve teased him. 

Satan

He tries to be patient with you, he really does.

But he has to physically restrain himself when you hit him with that phrase. It doesn’t make him angry, but it certainly riles him up a bit.

Has to excuse himself every now and then to go to his room and compose himself.

He’s afraid of acting on your demand, he doesn’t want to hurt you.

The next time you say it, he confirms that you’re absolutely sure about this, before finally taking you to his room.

Now that he has your permission, all cards are on the table, he won’t be going easy on you.

Asmodeus

He’s actually really excited when you say it to him.

Loves how you demand for him to take action, it drives him wild.

But he won’t act on it initially, he wants to see how far you’ll go with it.

He will tease you back every time you say it though, so do be prepared for that.

After he’s had his fun, he’ll suggest going to his room and making you do all kinds of things with your body, things you didn’t even know you could do.

He’ll take his time and enjoy drawing that lust out of you. <3

Beelzebub

Taken aback the first time you say it.

It’s not that he’s innocent, he just wasn’t expecting you to say that to him.

And that’s not to say it doesn’t turn him on, it certainly does. But he’s kind of unsure of what to do.

He has internal battles every time you say it. Do you really want him to do that? Would it be okay if he did?

Much like Satan, he fears hurting you, but he can only take so much teasing before he’s pulling you to his room to make good of your demands. 

You’ll be halfway to the Celestial Realm with that talented tongue of his.

Belphegor

Brat vs. brat showdown.

Externally he doesn’t seem all that bothered by your words, internally he’s a mess.

He definitely has his own lines to use to fluster you back. Throughout the day he’ll offer you a little quip, enjoying the way you sputter in response.

Though he’ll get tired of the back and forth and will eventually make a move.

Be prepared though, this sleepy demon will be wide awake as he ends this little showdown once and for all. He’ll show you who’s really in charge.

[nanivinsmoke]

✩ Spanked

✩ professor!geto x fem!reader

✩ let’s see how far being a brat in professor geto’s class gets you.

✩ tags: college au!, dominate geto, brat taming, fingering, overstimulation, oral sex, rough sex, office sex, age gap (reader is in her 20s. geto in his late 30s), etc…

you knew better than to be loud and interruptive in professor geto’s class, but when you saw the results for your last exam—you were fuming. there was no way her failed you, this brought your overall grade down, by a lot, but when you discussed with other classmates—everyone had a perfect score but you.

“this is some bullshit!” you yelled out, slamming your palm down onto your desk—earning multiple head turns and a glare from your professor. he watched as you strolled down the stairs, approaching his desk—anger written all over your pretty face.

“you fucking failed me? you know this paper was good! you know I earned an A. and out of everyone here in this bumfuck class, you know i deserved it. but of course you wouldn’t see that if you got your head out of her ass!” you pointed to the blonde in your class, a known professor fucker. she scoffed and he rose an eyebrow.

you could see him clench his jaw, but he kept his cool. he would deal with your outburst after class. right now, he had a lesson to teach. “beautiful speech. now sit down—oh and I would like to see you after class” he turned back to the board, giving you the cold shoulder. you stared at his clothed back, muscles poking through his black sweater—anger running through your body.

you stomped back to your seat, scowling for the remainder of class—not paying attention to the lesson that was being taught. how could you? you were beyond pissed. and as soon as the class left, in a hurry, you stomped right down to his desk. professor geto said nothing, locking the classroom’s door, before motioning for you to follow him into his office; that stood behind the blackboard.

you followed, ready to give him an ear full, watching as he sat behind his mahogany colored desk, one similar to the one in his lecture hall. his muscles flexed and relaxed as he put his hands on the wooden table, staring at you—making you a tad nervous. a hint of fear crept up on you, his facial expression was so very relaxed, but behind those matte black glasses; his brown eyes held so much emotion.

all of that rage you had subsided and now you stood there, unsure of what to say. “c’mere.” he beckoned with his finger and you moved on your own, standing closer to him and his desk—before he pulled you by your arm and folded you over his lap, your clothed ass directly in his eye view. your body was hot and the smell of his musky cologne had your panties wet with arousal, whatever he was about to do you, you were ready for; at least you thought you were.

you felt him push your skirt up, revealing your ass that hugged your pretty hot pink panties.

“loud and disrespectful? SMACK—“ his huge, calloused hand came crashing down onto your plump cheeks, rippling as an after effect from his arousing abuse. you bit your lip and screamed in response, secretly loving this pain. deep down, this was a fantasy you had for a while, being punished by your professor, getting fucked until you couldn’t walk anymore. it had your panties drenched almost every night.

“and then you accused me of fucking my students” ‘SMACK’— another powerful smack to your ass came crashing down, causing you to yelp out, however a slutty mewl escaped—surprising the both of you. you heard him chuckle, before another smack connected with your ass; pain and heat radiating off of it.

“you’re liking this? should’ve know you were a slut~” he gripped one of your cheeks, jiggling it—before he grabbed your panties and pulled it to the side; seeing the glimmering string of your arousal stuck to it. the coolness from the air had your cunt clenching, which he noticed and a smirk rose on his face. he immediately palmed your wet lips, slick being coated on his palm—while his eyes glued to the side of your face; watching as you struggled to hold back your arousal.

“getting off to your professor punishing you, hm? thinking about him spreading this pretty cunt open and fucking it till its molded into the shape of my cock? that’s what you want, hm?” he pushed your lips apart and rubbed your pretty, little swollen clit; making you moan in response, your eyes crossing from the sweet pleasure.

you felt another hard smack on your ass and you yelped out, this time looking at him in your peripheral. “just disobedient all over, huh? I asked you a question~” his natural deep voice; dropped an octave, making your pussy throb even more. fuck, was your professor hot.

“yes, sir. i want that so bad—please punish me professor,~” the look and the sound of your voice had him rock solid underneath his pants and you felt it, the hardness poking you right on your lower stomach. your mouth watered, wondering what his cock looked, tasted and smelled like—and he felt how wet it made you too. professor geto grabbed you by your hair and pulled you up from his lap, forcing you onto your knees; while he sat in his chair and unzipped his pants—his cock springing free.

his pretty fat, erect tip leaked nothing but big globs of precum, which you quickly slurped up; wrapping your plump lips around his mushroom head. his eyes widened behind his silver frames, watching as you swallowed his cock whole—his tip hitting the back of your mouth—spit dripping out the sides of your mouth. he couldn’t believe it, not only was he amazed at how good your mouth felt, but what he was currently doing to his student.

an overpowering feeling came over him and he couldn’t help but to grab the sides of your pretty head, slamming himself deep into your throat—your face plunged into his neatly trimmed hairs. your eyes were wide, but you quickly relaxed your throat, loving how deep he was—which made you slowly bob your head. your professor groaned, his hands still planted on the sides of your head, tangled into your hair, connecting his auburn colored eyes with hints of honey onto yours.

he pulled your head back and started to repeatedly slam his hips into your face over and over again, fucking your mouth sloppy. he enjoyed the lewd noises that echoed throughout the room, the sound of your wet mouth along with your subtle gagging, had him seeing white—and he immediately painted your mouth white.

your head was pushed down hard once again, which he forced you to drink up all of his warm, milky sperm. he pulled your head back after you gulped most of it down; your tongue hanging out of your mouth along with a mixture of your spit and his cum—it was a sight to see, one that turned him on immensely.

you were pulled up by your hair once more and he connected his soft lips with yours, his tongue swirling around your mouth—tasting himself. it was beyond hot and when he pulled away, you couldn’t help but whimper.

he chuckled and held your hair in a tight fist, “ready to show me why your deserve an a? show me how sorry you were for being a brat in my class?”

you nodded and immediately crawled onto his lap, as he sat in his leather chair, “yes sir~”

he watched with low eyes as you squatted right above him and gripped his hard cock, aligning it your entrance—pushing him in with a gasp. he was big, stretching your walls out past its normal comfort—making you whine and halt your movements.

“you can take it. you had all the mouth earlier, so take all of this dick~” his big hand found its was to your soft, plump ass again—smacking it hard; the fat jiggling from the impact. you whined and slowly moved your hips, grinding to ease the discomfort from his girth. the more you moved, the more hornier you began and soon your hips were slamming down onto his pelvis—ass clapping on his thighs.

the squelching of your cunt being fucked sloppy, along with your sweet soft mewls had him on the edge; he couldn’t help the moans that left his lips.

“sooo big—fuck—please baby, can I take some out~” you breathlessly asked, still hopping like a bunny on his dick. he chuckled and kept his hand on your ass, helping your ride his dick.

“that would be cheating, wouldn’t it doll? wouldn’t want that grade to stay the same if i did, hm?~” one of his fingers found its way to your other hole, pushing itself inside; stretching it out while also adding some new stimulating pleasure.

fuck, if you knew how good your professor could fuck and how great his dick was; you would’ve gotten yourself in trouble weeks ago.

that feeling that your loved so much was balling up and you wanted so desperately to get the chance to let it go, all over his cock. you smashed your lips onto his, hips still working overtime as you fucked yourself silly on his cock; cream building all over it.

his tip repeatedly hit your sensitive spot and soon your orgasm came crashing down, hard.

he watched as you bounced up and down, hips bucking repeatedly, while your walls clenched and unclenched around him—causing the older man to grunt and send multiple slaps to your ass. your vision got blurry and all your could see was specks of white; cumming so hard on his cock.

the feeling of your walls sporadically moving around him and the sounds of your sweet moans had him following in your steps, emptying his thick load inside of your sloppy wet pussy. he pushed his finger deeper into your ass and bucked his hips upwards, making your orgasm even more intense.

“that’s right, cum for me. show daddy how much you love this dick. show me why you deserve that a~” his words and the tone of his voice pushed your orgasm into overdrive and you couldn’t help the clear stream of liquid that show out and splattered all over his lower half.

he let out a primal groan along with one last thrust, making sure his seed was emptied deep inside of you. the two of you stayed like that, until you both were able to move—you slid off of him and saw the mess you made; his cock coated with your fluids. you couldn’t help but to get on your knees and clean up the mess you made, sucking his cock clean—earning another groan from the older male.

“oh, you just earned an b plus. but, if you come with me later and show me how much you deserve an a plus; I’ll gladly push your grade up and forget about this little endeavor.”

and just like that, your professor made your failed grade disappear.

[ghoulsbounty]

which of the goggins gang do you think prefers to be praised and which do you think like to be degraded?

oh, boy! i could go on about this for days...

baby billy

strongly prefers praise in a relationship. often feels undervalued by his family which has left him with a deep-seated need for constant affirmation. his bravado is a front for how inadequate he truly feels, so he needs you to recognise and celebrate his talents and achievements, and give him the validation he craves. 

loves to be adored. growing up in the spotlight spoiled him with the amount of love he received, but now that doesn't come as easy to him. let him know how enamoured you are with him through words of affirmation or touch, and he will be content for a while.

it's less about reassurance and more about confirmation for what he believes to be true; that even at his age, he is the best. let him know how good he makes you feel, especially in comparison to men younger than him.

there is a part of him that finds playful degradation exciting, but only in the bedroom. he sometimes enjoys light teasing and role-playing that still makes him feel in control without crossing into genuinely hurtful territory.

he prefers when the degradation presents him a challenge, rather than attacking his character. call him an old man and ask if he can keep up with you, it will ignite his need to prove himself and he won't stop until you're singing his praises as you cum.

bonus: cock worship. do it and he will keep you around forever.

boyd crowder 

although he craves validation, degradation feels more familiar and almost comforting in its predictability. however, he has developed a thick skin from the years of disrespect and neglect growing up, especially from his father, and he doesn't take kindly to degrading words against his character.

initially finds it difficult to accept praise from you, he's so used to betrayal and often questions the sincerity behind your compliments.

eventually learns to accept that you value him for the man that he is. acknowledge his intelligence and his strategic mind, or tell him that he makes you feel safe, and he will be putty in your hands.

he craves loyalty and adoration from you. he strives to be a protector while also using your presence to challenge himself into being a better man. praising him makes him feel desired and capable of being the man you deserve.

only wants to do right by you and would never even raise his voice, but if you decided to degrade him (past the point of teasing banter) he'd tear you down with a calculated, calm voice until you're apologising and on your knees for him.

bonus: body worship. he can do this for hours, please let him.

lee russell

both his upbringing and career have been marked by a fear of inadequacy. he thrives on compliments and positive reinforcement to bolster his fragile ego. 

degradation is extremely damaging for him. any negative remarks or criticism, no matter how small, is enough to trigger his defensive behaviour and lead to an explosive outcome. 

however, in the bedroom he does like to experiment in light degradation as long as it is accompanied by praise or rewards. lee is a brat and will fight for dominance, but if you manage to get him to submit, he enjoys if you deny him or make him beg.

tell him that he's big and makes you feel full, or alternatively you can tell him that you can't feel enough of him and he will fuck you harder just to prove a point.

don't push it too far though, because lee has little patience and a lot of rage. too many comments about his pathetic whimpers and needy attitude will spill over into him taking back control and delivering a punishment.

he feels more at ease knowing that you can dish out tough love when the moment calls for it as that aligns with his understanding of a relationship, but you best follow it with a tender kiss.

bonus: power play and brat taming kink. lee can be a pushy bottom.

wade felton

having been through the emotional turmoil of losing his spouse, along with navigating the difficult world of dating, wade deeply craves affirmation and positive reinforcement from you.

he values open communication and mutual respect, and he thrives in a relationship where love and appreciation are openly expressed.

confident in the bedroom and believes in his ability to please, but likes you to tell him your thoughts and feelings. give him verbal instructions on how you want to be pleased and he will do so diligently.

praise is something that makes him a little flustered at first, but he finds himself purposely trying to coax more from you. tell him how attractive he is, how good he makes you feel, and he will be a whimpering, eager mess.

while he might be open to playful banter or light teasing, any form of degradation would likely make him uncomfortable. the same goes for if you ask him to degrade you.

bonus: soft and vanilla. will eat you out for hours, tell him he's doing good.

cooper howard/the ghoul

his transformation into a ghoul has left him with deep insecurities about his appearance and worth, although he refuses to acknowledge it. because of this, it will take him a long time to feel comfortable enough to let you see him naked, if he ever even does. compliments and affirmations will help in moving this along, but he won't ever truly believe that you could see past the ghoulification, and too much praise will seem forced to him.

in the bedroom, cooper’s needs are complex. his intimate desires involve a form of degradation that aligns with his deep-seated insecurities. when he fucks you, he enjoys pushing with a combination of pointed remarks and well-timed thrusts until he teases cruel words from your reluctant lips.

he wants to hear you admit to feeling ashamed for letting him, a ghoul, be inside you. he needs to hear your disgust at the thought of him filling you, even though you don't genuinely believe it and will keen when you feel his release coat your walls. it gives him a sense of control and a twisted validation in hearing you demean both yourself and him, because he can't quite believe that you want him.

he knows your words are drawn out by his actions rather than your own feelings, but it allows him to explore his deepest vulnerabilities while simultaneously feeling safe knowing that you are there, reacting to every touch. 

it gives an emotional release that he doesn't allow himself otherwise, and for a short while after he will let you shower him with affection until he closes himself off again.

bonus: self-denial. won't cum until you give him what he wants to hear.

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[shysuccubusstuff]

feral! wuthering waves males pt. 2.1

Content: husband! Calcharo; soft dom, riding, , belly bulge + brat taming, size difference, hard dom, degradation, overstimulation + aftercare. Non proof-reader.

Note: I saw quite a few ppl liked the other so here goes the second :)) I just noticed that all of them noticed your "joke" but to be fair, they are what they are, how would they NOT notice?? Btw, I always put dear Calcharo as if he was a softie with his SO cause I really see him that way!

I will write a second part/third part for one more character so please wait for it!

Calcharo knew your intentions from the start, just seeing your stupid (yet cute) face all grinny while you kept pushing him to taste your "delicious meal" only made it even clearer. Despite he told himself that it was dumb, the whole thing of acting as if he hadn't notice anything weird, he did pretend, how could he not after seeing you all giggly and happy because you thought he hadn't notice ahything? So he did it, he ate the whole cake, not leaving a single crumb, even when you told him (after around 4 slices) that he shouldn't eat THAT much, he still did, forcing that extremely sweet cake down his throat, even despite he hated the sweet taste of the cream. Of course, this lead to an extremely fast effect of the aphrodisiac, hitting him like a truck right at the kitchen, his knees almost falling to the ground. Despite that, he was still (somewhat) in control, lifting through the air and taking you to the room, getting rid of his clothes with great urge, throwing them around the room before letting himself fall to the bed, taking you with him and letting you rest on top of him.

"Baby...I think you have broken me..." His voice was even more deep than before, a bit raspy, almost as if he had just woken up. His face was really red, almost making him seem as if he had a fever, you touched the tip of his nose, almost smiling at the cute expression he made. Sadly, the cute moment didn't last much longer, as you suddenly felt something poke against your ass, his expression changing into a victorious one. Without losing any more time, his hands were already lifting your skirt, taking your underwear and ripping it as if it had been made of paper, before you were able to complain, his arms wrapped around your back, breaking the distance between your mouths and starting a deep kiss, leaving you breathless in the process. He kept kissing you, licking your reddened lips while his erection kept rubbing against your unclothed cunt, making your head even dizzier, his raspy voice whispering against your ear: "Can I put it in? Say yes, please? I'll make you feel so good baby... Rub your insides just like you need..." You were simply able to nod, as he quickly lifted you, slowly inserting himself inside you, making you whine from the stretch as his dick started to form a bulge in your stomach. It wasn't until his whole length was inside you that you were able to breath, his pupils forming cute hearts as he felt your delicious walls tightening around him just like he liked it.

"Baby you feel so good, did you miss me inside? I've missed you like crazy... being without you is such a hustle... Let me make up for my absence, yeah?" As he says that, his hips are already moving, his fingers interlocking with you, while his lips keep kissing your pretty face, his mind too far gone to even think of how embarrassing would this be the next morning. Calcharo kept moving his hips slowly, almost as if he feared he could break you if he wasn't careful enough, making the pleasure build painfully slow, almost making you cry for the great lust he was building up without even trying. One of his hands was always occupied, always having your fingers interlocked with his, the other kept wandering around your precious body, sometimes playing with your nipples, pitching them, flicking them, other times, his hand kept playing with your sensitive cunt, playing with your little clit, caressing it and suddenly stopping, making you let a whiny moan as he simply smiled mischievously. His lips were still peppering soft kisses all over your body, sometimes your neck, others your squishy cheeks... you were being treated as the most precious treasure in the world by your dear husband.

It took around 15 minutes until Calcharo was finally able to get back part of his composure, seeing your lovely face all flushed as your hips were giving up from doing (almost) all the work while he was under the effect of the drug. Feeling embarrassed as his past actions started to sip into him, you quickly noticed how his grip on your hand was loosing up, almost making him see rather cute to your eyes.

"Are you feeling flustered cause you showed me your cute side?" Of course you couldn't just hold your taunt... And of course Calcharo couldn't simply ignore some sorry little brat making fun of him, his hands quickly gripped your waist, smiling wickedly as he started to move you up and down his length, making yor eyes roll to your skull as he kept hitting your cervix with the tip of his dick. "Didn't think you were that dumb of a brat, guess I'll just have to put you back in place, uh? How is it that your head is so fucking empty that I leave you just for a few days and you forget everything I've teach you?" You were only able to whine, your hands clinging onto his chest as you tried to make him slow down, nails digging into his flesh and making little crescent marks all over him. Unfortunately, even despite you kept pleading him to stop his harsh trusts as you were about to pass out from your fourth orgasm, his face remained straight, even when your tears were falling down your cheeks from the overstimulation and the drool was falling down your drool, in fact, ot almost seemed as if he even sped up the rhythm, making your sorry brain melt into some kind of mesh.

"I'm sowwy, I won't make fun of you, yeah? So please forgive me...!" As soon as you said that, his trusts became a bit slower, not before one of his hands started to caress your clit until you came undone on his dick, squirting all over him, letting a poor whine leave your mouth before letting your legs give up against his chest.

After a few minutes, Calcharo got up, slowly lifting you, taking his cock out and letting his seed flow down your thighs, he carefully took you to the bathroom, warming up some warm water in the bathtub and letting you both squeaky clean. Before going back to the bed, he changed the sheets, leaving the others to clean and finally getting both of you inside the bed, thoroughly covering you with the sheets, not before leaving a soft kiss against your forehead, caressing your soft hair and finally sleeping to your side.

[baby-tini]

What kind of doms are all mikey timelines?

TW- Abuse in Kanto!Mikeys part.

I am not the most knowledgeable when it comes to the BDSM community, so if there is any misinformation or harmful content please let me know, so that I can fix it.

Toman!Mikey- Daddy Dom. He's both strict and playful, the perfect balance of a dom. He's also very heavy on aftercare and he makes sure that you're well taken care of, even if he's horribly tired. Because, he prioritizes you above everything and anyone else. He definitely feels like the type too let you just play with his hair as he sits in meetings with his legs spread as he barley listens to his, already, anxious lackeys that are trying so hard too not fuck up and receive a round in their skull, especially in front of you. While he does have rules with the high expectations that you follow them to a T, you usually have a lot of freedom and can do as you please, as longs you're not getting into trouble, because depending on what you did, the punishment will not be too nice for you... or your ass.

Manila!Mikey- Brat Taming Dom. I've stated this already here, but I'll happily dive into it a bit more. Manila!Mikey gets a sick kick out of your disobedience, it's not the act in it's self, but more of what it always leads to, which is punishment. He'll let you do as you please, just watching you as he sits on the couch as you stomp your foot on the floor, with a loud whine for whatever it is that you're wanting in that very moment. His face blank as his eyes stay locked on you before his arm lurches forward and he has your shirt in a tight grip as you quickly stumble forward into his lap before he puts you on the floor, on your knees, looking up at him as he pulls your head back, his hand tugging at the roots. His other hand squeezed tightly around your jaw as he tilts his head to the side. The look in his obsidian eyes empty as he stares you down, your lips sealed as you hold your breath, your eyes deer-wide as you wait for him too do something.

Kanto!Mikey- Sadistic Dom. Now, it's no big surprise that this version of Mikey is mean and harsh, he makes it very obvious that he is too be respected and never questioned and that's what you do. Because you know Kanto!Mikey can fly off the handle within seconds, being a relationship is like walking on eggshells and you have too be very cautious with every question you ask and everything you do because it's heavily monitored by him or his lackeys. He thrives off the fearful look in your eyes, because that's what his whole gang is gang is based on, the fear of Mikey and he knows that. Fear is still respect at the end of the day, and as soon as you see him walking to you, his composure calm but you know that it's the farthest thing from good and the consequences will be dire as you feel his hand grab you up by your hair and drag you away, some of the strands being tugged out.

Bonten!Mikey- Hard Dom. I think this version of Mikey would thrive in a dynamic like this, simply because control is a very big thing for Mikey and he expects complete obedience and he's not too happy when you display behaviors that are against that, in any way really. While you know he's in control, he also enacts this control in less obvious ways as well, such as, choosing your clothes, deciding how you get your nails done and even how you style your hair that day. Your days are very scheduled, not fully packed, he does let you have some down time and relax, he's not always hounding over you, you have time for your own activities, but he does control a large part of your day. He, just like Kanto!Mikey and Toman!Mikey, has rules for you, but his rules are more day-to-day based instead of in general, especially with how all over the place his schedule can be, so he just accommodates your rules for that day based on himself.

Street Racer!Mikey- Pleasure Dom. He is very giving and fully focuses on satisfying you before he even lets you think about touching him. The foreplay with him is long and welcoming as he drawls out your pleasure and makes you cum for him over and over again, leaving your head all cloudy as he has youm laid on your back and spread for him, but it's not an uncomfortable vulnerability with him, it's very welcoming. He makes you want too be vulnerable with him because it's a scarce kind of trust that people rarely feel, but with Mikey, it's so easy too let him do everything for you, for you too let him make you feel good because he always makes it worth every second of it. He's so intuned with you during these intimate moments as well, always checking with you, not for every little thing because he knows the tiniest of twitches in your muscles when you need a break or are, quite often, insatiable. He makes sure that he pays close attention, but he does expect you too verbalize what you want or need, sometimes too be a tease but more often, your verbal reassurance.

[ermnmika]

taming bakugou is a big challenge for you.

!warnings!: NSFW, MDNI. gn!dom!reader, sub!bakugo, light bondage, dirty talk, degradation, physical pain, handjob, choking (everything listed bkg receiving). reader is a bit sadistic.

he's pressed to the sheets under your strong torso, squrming and snarling. his hands are tied securely behind his back by your own tie you wore to work today, palms warm and sweaty as if he was ready to set off explosions at you at any given moment. as if you'd let him. you chuckle at the thought.

"katsuki." you murmur into his ear gently, so close, extremely close, your lips almost touching the lobe, and his breath hitches for a moment. he needs more, he craves it, but he won't admit it. you decide to give him a chance at first. "dear. be a brat again and i won't give you what you want."

"you better get off me and let me fuck you myself." he spits bitterly, voice soaked in usual irritation. your eyes widen in displeasure, nails digging into the skin of his strong shoulders, leaving pink marks. "i know how much you want my cock."

a scowl twists your face. not good.

"is that so?" you sit back, ass placed on his lower back, right above his throbbing dick, and you push your hips as hard as you can. his dick gets squished under your body weight, painfully so, and he lets out a muffled groan. "then why would you let me tie you in the first place, hm? why would you let me get on top of you? take control over your body?"

your voice is sweet, but filled with poison that beats all the air out of his lungs. he grits his teeth and wriggles in desperate attempts to get out of your grip, dick almost getting crushed and yet still extremely hard, but right now you are stronger, and you refuse to give him any opportunity to escape your punishment.

"admit it, bakugo." you lean forward, grab his hair in a hard grip of your fingers, and press his flushed face into the sheets. then, with your other hand you smack his back, making him flinch, feeling the muscles stiff under your harsh touch. he barely stifles a moan and you chuckle under your breath. "you like being treated like a slut. you like being owned. how will the world react if they see one of the top pro-heroes whimpering in pleasure from being hit?"

you hit again, and again, and again, and each time he shifts uncontrollably, whimpers through still gritted teeth, tears collect in the corners of his eyes. you tug at his blond locks so he raises his head and meets your blown out pupils. your gaze is dark, brows furrowed, but you seem very concentrated and he feels a small speck of fear tug at his heart. you notice it, but don't give yourself away.

"sh-shut up." he tries to intervene but he sounds so, so pathetic.

"you fucking brat." you let go of his hair but he's still looking at you, taking in your stern and unhinged expression and flushed face. your eyes fall on the bright red spot in the form of your hand on his back, right under his shoulderblades, and the wave of pleasure hits you again. "you love this. you love the humiliation and you love the pain."

grin paints your face as he hides his in the sheets, thus proving your point, so you decide it's finally time to turn him on his back. you flip him over and drag his stiff body to lean on the headboard, and cage his thighs between your legs.

he's breathing heavily, sweat drops falling from his face onto his chest, eyes dazed with a spark of anger, mouth agape. his lips are puffy and pretty, sparkling from wetness, and you want to kiss them so badly but you restrain yourself. he didn't deserve it.

"just touch me already, you damn- ahh," he doesn't get to finish his sentence when you wrap your fingers around the tip of his cock, not squeezing, just placing your hand on it. he moans loudly just from this small contact and you smile maliciously, taking in his fastened breathing and half-lidded eyes.

it was a trick. because right at the next second you remove your hand and slap his twitching dick, making him almost fold in half while shouting from the strike of pain.

you smile at him, innocently fluttering your eyelashes as if you didn't just smack the shit out of his cock. "does this count?"

he presses back against the headboard again, his legs now shaking. his wet hair clings to his forehead, you know it always annoys him but you purposefully don't remove it. you meet his gaze and there's a huge abyss of hate and resentment, but you know the motherfucker is thriving right now. he craves to be put in his place.

"your silence tells me it's still not enough." you hum, and bring yourself closer, almost towering over his form. he waits for a strike again, his whole body stiffening, but you take his cock in your hand and spread the precum over his length, agonizingly slow, rubbing over his veins. he relaxes after a few strokes, the features on his face smoothing out, his mouth falling agape again, and you take the opportunity to catch his lower lip between your teeth, biting and sucking on it. he kisses back, hips moving against your hand for more friction, and you swallow his moans.

you keep stroking him up and down, let go of his lips and nose his cheek, your movements becoming a bit faster now. "hmm... katsuki, would you like to be choked?"

judging from his fucked out expression, he can't think clearly right now, eyes rolling to the back of his head from pleasure. you grab his chin and turn his face towards you, your hand still moving on his length. "katsuki. yes or no." your voice is steel and demanding.

you wait for a few moments, searching for an answer on his face, until he mumbless a small "yes." and you nod.

you win.

he's already barely breathing, but you're about to make it worse. you shift a little to a more comfortable position, and to give bakugo some time to prepare himself. after that you clutch at his neck, slowly and carefully adding pressure while you brush over his cock wirh your fingers. he's squirming, not able to hold still, so you add more pressure and he wheezes, his cock twitching. you bite your own moans and move your hand faster, and faster, and he can't handle it anymore. he tries to breathe and suffocates under your touch, and you're breaking him, you're breaking bakugo katsuki.

you rub your own wetness against his limp thigh, watching his face become more pale, mouth completely open and trying to catch air.

"my little slut likes to be choked by me, hm? that's it, katsuki. know your place. know who you belong to."

and just like that, with his eyes rolling back and you removing your hand just in time, he inhales sharply and cums, white hot liquid falling on the muscles of his chest. you watch this beautiful view, taking it all in. he chokes on air, back arching in immense, overwhelming pleasure. his whole world is being destroyed in front of his eyes.

and you were the one who did it. with your own hands.

dedicated to all subby baku enjoyers. i stand with you.

[chosokamosbf]

(N)SFW JASON TODD / RED HOOD HCs.

☆ 18+ only/no minors.

WARNINGs: 18+, gn (gender non-implied)! reader, daddy/mommy kink, mentions of abuse (jason nor reader are doing it), minor mention of blood, sub/dom, pain play, fear play, "prey/predator," brat taming, reader is referred to as "prince(ss)" and "sweetheart" once.

WORD COUNT: 900-ish+

Based on canon, I firmly believe he's on the ace spectrum, specifically demisexual. And even then, he rarely experiences sexual attraction at all for his partners. This isn't because he doesn't love them (enough) or any other assumptions similar to that; it just doesn't happen much.

Furthermore, as much as he'll indulge you here and there if you do, (sexual) intimate moments with Jason would be far and few between, making them all the more important to him.

He's a switch, leaning on dom and top. Mostly because he likes the control and is more comfortable that way. Getting him to be submissive instead is a gradual endeavor. He doesn't hate it; it just takes a lot of patience and trust.

First and foremost on actual kinks, I think Jason has a thing for "daddy," both on the receiving and giving ends. He likes the title, and he's definitely the type to whisper something like, "C'mere, sweetheart. Give daddy a kiss." in even private, innocuous moments just to mess with you.

(Note: I don't think he'd have as much of a mommy kink because—y'know.)

Rough sex is a top favorite of his. This goes hand in hand with play wrestling as a form of foreplay, breathing heavily down on his partner just to continue that energy into bed with sweat-slick bodies. It's less about "winning," and more about being allowed to confide in someone in a way and the fun that can come with it. He wouldn't be against being the sub in this situation either, even if his partner is weaker than him, because he knows how important control can be in bed, so he'll let them win. Sometimes. He trusts you, and he wants you both to feel good.

Degradation/praise wise, he'll give either out depending on the moment. He's going to tease and utter dirty shit like, "C'mooon, prince(ss). You're sounding like a real whore for someone who didn't want it a couple minutes ago—" if you tried to struggle against. It depends more on the moment than position because he could be pounding into you and huffing out praise right next to your ear with what little air he's catching, to riding you, telling you to keep up while his head is already thrown back.

He enjoys pegging a lot, but as always, it's going to take some convincing to get him to comply.

Brat taming is another go-to of his, along with sub/dom. On the other end, it seems to be a near equal opposite—he's not into it, and it can get uncomfortable real fast. There's a few times he'll indulge himself, and they're all after more intense days to sort of solidify the trust he has in you. You're not going to hurt him; he's still in control in a way.

He doesn't seem like he'd like being on the receiving end of any sort of pain play. He already deals with chronic pain on a day-to-day basis. To have it overwhelm one of the few aspects of intimacy that he loves and simultaneously take his head off things for once just doesn't seem like it'd be enjoyable for him. No, on the giving end—

(Note: I'm not into pain play myself, nor do I even know what even makes it enjoyable for people, so I'll be segmenting this with fear play and "prey/predator.")

It wouldn't be something he'd ever bring up, far from it, but if it's what you like, he'll gladly take a knife in a steady hand to softly trace it down from your stomach to your underwear. In a smile almost cruel, he'd drag it across just enough so a few drops could be licked back up if you asked nicely enough again.

Jason knows you're just asking for it if you're weaker than him and bring up the idea of a different kind of foreplay. He'd pick a place, somewhere with a lot of spots you could try to hide away and run to (an abandoned office of sorts is the best go; he's not going to risk infections).  Just for him to stalk, pin you down with ease. If the spot he found his little prey in isn't satisfactory (or clean) enough, he'd have no qualms settling you over his shoulder like a sack and manhandling you where he wants it.

He definitely isn't going to go too far, though. As well-trained as he is, he's going to be especially attentive after any scenes involving that. Sadism isn't a big one for him. He'll enjoy it in the moment but then feel real guilty afterwards, so, just as a reminder, aftercare goes both ways.

I don't know why some people think he's into "dark" (ex. pedo stuff such as ageplay and actual rape.) kinks when he's canonically and literally has hunted down murdered several (sexual) abusers before. If you try to break boundaries, he's going to be reconsidering the relationship, and quite possibly if he even knew you as a person.

On a lighter note, consent is a big thing for him, and he's also big on aftercare. A go-to would be a bath for the both of you (stuffing the sheets in the washer right before and bandaging any "scratches" if need be.), then cuddling. Depending on whether he has the energy, he'll pop something in the microwave real quick. (Takeout is usually a last resort because the last thing he wants while enjoying the afterglow with a partner is social interaction with a stranger.)

If you wear make-up and it gets ruined by the end, like in the latter part of the previous section, if he can, he's going to help you wipe off the mess and maybe help you reapply it as a form of care.

[screampied]

hear me out: submissive sukuna with a muzzle.

it's no secret that little demon has a biting problem, always sinking his fangs and marking your body whenever he can. nothing a good muzzle won't be able to fix. he'd fight against it so hard, the metallic wire cage frictioning on your skin as he pathetically tries to bite through it in a desperate attempt at imposing himself. he growls, hisses, throws a fit, relentlessly trying to keep some of his dignity but truth being told, he's secretly enjoying it. the more he protests, the more his brain turns to mush. it wouldn't take long before whimpers get thrown into the mixture of animalistic sounds he was letting out, his eyes rolling to the back of his head and the red tint of his flushed cheeks peeking out from titanium wires and the leather straps that cover most of his face. as he gets tired of fighting, whimpers and ragged moans become all that manages to escape his covered lips before his body finally collapses.

~ 🐈‍⬛🪷

ohhhh kitty flower i feared u cooked. oh to brat tame the sukuna ryomen. i kinda feel like sukuna has such a pretty face when he cums idk. his eyes would roll all back n everything omg need it BAD

[ryiju-muunie]

IM OBSESSED with professor!nanami but brat taming style!

I can be GOOD- If you want to be BAD

18+ viewer discretion is advised

Fem!reader/professor!Kento Nanami Warning: DRABBLE, brat taming, flogging, whipping, degradation Word count: 268 DESC: Your professor likes to take his frustration out on you after class

:3

Your professor was professional about your relationship when you were in class. When the two of you were in class you were addressed by your first name and given a passing glance. He never paid attention to you in a way that would be considered suspicious. Kento had started this relationship by accident and he didn’t want it to get figured out on a count of a mistake. You were his sex object all things considered. Kento came to you when he needed to relieve his stress, nothing more, and you let him. It was a perfect relationship where you gave your everything and he broke you until he was happy. You loved being used like a filthy whore, being bent over your desk as he flogged you with that flogger he loved so much, leaving your ass a stinging red color. It hurt so well, how he’d whip you until you begged for mercy. It helped that you were the perfect brat, needing to be tamed. It was the perfect transaction. 

“D-daddy…” You whined head pressed into his desk and ass in the air, “P-please.. I’ll be good!” And with that, Nanami whipped your behind once more. No matter how much you begged and pleaded, he’d only stop when he felt you learned your lesson. 

“Not yet, whore. I fear you still deserve some punishment,” your hair, messily placed in a ponytail was yanked backward, so his words could linger in your ear, “I’m right, aren’t I?”

“Yes!” You sobbed, choking back more tears as he pushed your head back into his pile of papers, “You’re right..”

[klttn]

since you’re asking for rq’s could you do lute brat taming reader? make it rough as you want! i just know she’s the absolute meanest dom<333

-🩰

first lute fic yay yay yay nd rough and mean? just perfect, we all know lute would be so mean n hurt us so good <3 hope i do it justice

— 𝜗𝜚 lute x female reader nsfw. hard dom!lute. slapping. spanking. lil bit of choking. mocking. humiliation. praise. dumbification. lute is just so mean. knife play.

“stand down,” adam ordered, your blade mere inches from lutes throat as you sparred on the mats in training. but that wasn’t going to happen. not when you were feeling this bratty. this desperate for her to just fight back.

“if she wants me to stand down she can yield herself,” you spat back into lutes face, not taking your gaze off of her.

lutes head lolled to the side as her attention drifted to adam’s, no fear or panic in her voice, “i’ve got this sir, let her come at me,” just complete composure and cockiness, “i can handle her.” an arrogant smirk plastered on her face like you weren’t straddling her hips, pinning her wrists and had angelic steel pressed to her throat.

scoffing, adam bent down eye level to you both, “if you two fuck on this mat, you better shout me over to watch,” he whispered before storming off to check on the other sparring angels.

you rolled your eyes, taking your time to tighten your grip in attempt to have lute squirming beneath you. but it was no use. lute looked like she was.. enjoying this. “i have a dagger pressed to your throat, why’re you smiling?” frustration evident in the way you spoke.

“youre exactly where i want you, pretty girl.”

you dropped the hand with the steel, tilting your head back in a feigned laugh, the same hand running trough your hair, “and what the fuck is that supposed to mean? for once im on top, im winning, im in control!”

“awh how you cute? you really think you have me here don’t you?”

“i do!”

before you knew it you felt lutes legs shift, her arms overpowing yours with an ease that had your head spinning. your limbs moving and pliant to lutes harsh movements, the blade being discarded along the way. fighting but failing until she had you in the exact same position you had her in apart from she had your thighs spread, sat on them. immobilising you with your hands above your head with one of her hands and her other wrapped around your throat where your blade should’ve been.

“so in control, baby, look at you, so big and strong underneath me like this,” she was teasing, mocking you.

a click of your tongue and a thrash of your body had lute cooing. she loved you helpless. “such a bitch,” you muttered, taking your time to glare at her. that was a big mistake.

“oh? im a bitch, am i baby?” she had you moving again, plying your malleable soft body with such simplicity. forcing you into such an embarrassing position. face pressed into the harshness of the mat, ass up and pushing into her, her hand laced in your hair and her body enveloping your own with a soft grind into your ass. a broken whimper left your lips, all dignity fleeting as she held you there. “at least im not a pathetic little girl who looses all her thoughts the minute she’s manhandled into the pliant mess she always should be.”

“please-“

“begging now, are we?” lute keened, pushing further into you, arcing your back impossibly higher. “im going to let you go in a second and when i do i expect your cute little ass running to get on your knees for me in our room, you got that? i want you in nothing, you don’t deserve the privilege of clothes. i want you all on display for me. you’re going to regret thinking you can be a brat to me.” and after her hand slipped from your tendrils of hair, her presence leaving you whining, you did exactly that.

nervous breathes running ragged, you slipped your clothes off in the corner of the room, excitement lacing with the nerves. you wanted this, you needed this but it didn’t mean you wasn’t scared of the punishment coming your way.

you could feel the heat building between your thighs just from sparring, just from her. knees thudding softly with the cool floor as you collided in a kneel, your palms resting on the top of your thighs, gaze adrift to the same place. just how lute liked you. submissive.

a click of lock sounded seconds later, quiet footsteps trailing into the room signalling lutes arrival. you hear shifting and rustling of her clothes coming off along with the metal clank of her putting something on a bedside table. her soft breathes becoming louder as she kneels beside you. “have we finally decided to drop the bratty attitude and behave?” her finger trailing under your chin to force your gaze to hers. “i don’t know what’s gotten into you today but im going to slap it out of you, pretty girl.”

you couldn’t help it, a moan fell from your plush lips, desperate and broken at the thought of getting exactly what you wanted. lute just had to put her hands on you now, letting them run across your bare tits. “awh baby, you really need that don’t you, to be slapped?” you nodded, leaning into her touch. “yeah baby?” a soft slap landing on your boob where she was groping, earning her a cute whine from you. “im gonna give you two choices, i can slap that needy pussy of yours or-“ she paused, letting her hand float to your face, her thumb caressing your puffy lips, “that pretty little face of yours? hmm?”

“please lute-“

“please what, baby? which one do you want?” her now standing up, towering over you, the soft caress of her thumb never faltering. “tell mommy.”

“both- please, i need both!” lutes hand leaving your face to land a slap there.

“greedy girl, so eager to be hurt, such a pathetic little girl for mommy.”

“i just-“

“you just what, baby?” another slap landing across your cheek, followed by your desperate cries. “what’s a matter, no more big girl words for me?” another slap. lute bent over, face inches from yours leaving you to flinch a little with fear, a fear you loved. “on the bed, pretty thing, legs spread, now.” two more slaps.

you up and scrambled as fast as you could, crawling so cutely to do as she says, pussy already so puffy and soaked without her so much as touching you, just her slaps. “good girl, that’s more like it.” lutes presence following you, stroking your hair as you laid all pathetic for her. “now close your eyes, mommy has a surprise.”

your lids fluttered shut, a soft tremble in your legs in anticipation. the gentle caress of lutes fingers in your hair easing you further into your pillows. “feels good,” you whispered, nuzzling further into her hand.

“yeah?” you heard that same clank of mental before you felt it, the sharp edge of a blade - your blade - pressed inches from your throat. just like you had done to her. “what about now baby? does this feel good?” her smirk was condescending and completely sadistic as she looked down at you. so fucking hot.

your pupils dilated with shock, eyes widening with such innocence and terror it had lute’s pussy drenched too. “look at you, so cute when you’re scared!” she cooed, “not so big and brave now, are you, little girl?” she was loving this way too much. “tell you what baby, if you stay still whilst mommy spanks your clit, you can cum.” she paused, smirk forming on her soft lips, “but it has to be all over the handle of this knife, yeah?”

your lips wobbled with fear, a broken moan slipping past you at the thought followed by a soft nod of your head. you had no idea what lute would do but you didn’t think it’d be this. you were so happy it was though.

a couple of spanks in and you were trying not to squirm, hips trying to chase the sting of pain you loved so much. everytime lute honing the blade even closer to your throat to still you and get off on that glint of fear that filled your pretty eyes. “awh baby, you’re not very good at this are you? so dumb you just keep humping and squirming eventhough there’s a knife at your throat, you really are so pathetic, aren’t you?”

frantic nods of your head as lute moved the steel back to account for your eagerness, “just so pathetic, mommy please, i can’t help it.”

“that’s my girl,” slap. slap. slap. “looks like you found your big girl words after all,” lute chuckled softly, bringing the hand that had just slapped you back to trace your cheekbones, luring you into that false sense of safety in her palms. “enough words to finally tell me what you want, what you’re begging for?”

she knew exactly what you wanted, she just wanted to hear you say it. blush crept up your cheeks as you bucked your hips missing the soft pain of her slaps on your cunt, gaze drifting toward the blade in lutes grasp. “want-“ a soft whine, “want you to fuck me nd hold the knife to my throat like this,” you bit your lip, trembling some more for the millionth time that day, “please.”

a huff of breath showed lutes surprise, “shit baby, i knew you liked it but i didn’t think you’d like it that much, fuck but when you ask so cutely how am i supposed to deny that?” a giggle leaving your throat. you loved making lute proud with how gross your could be. “on your hands and knees baby, i think mommy’s going to use your favourite strap.” she placed a soft kiss on your temple before walking off.

you couldn’t wait.

[sexydoffyman]

Your 'brat taming' post was sooo...

I wonder how Simon would react to a Sergeant that gets walked over a bit because she doesn't want to be 'difficult'; would he reward her if she finally stuck up for herself?

GOOD JOB FOR NOT DISAPPOINTING ME

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genre: suggestive in the end? action, romance

characters: Simon Riley

A/N: Have a nice read.🪱

You were transferred from a nearby base a while ago. Unfortunately for you, in the base you were currently at were only dudes. Sexual comments were unavoidable, but that didn't bother you. You got used to it.

If it would've only stayed that way.

The harmless comments about your body eventually turned into teases. "You need help carrying that miss?" "You sure you can wake up that early, girlie?" It was a bit annoying, especially with the way they looked at you. But you sucked it up and let them do their thing.

Your ignorance of their attention-seeking behaviour made some of them pissed. Few of them decided to take it up a notch. You got roughly pinned down to a wall. One of them would lick your neck while the other laughed at your lack of strength.

You thought about fighting back, but a little scared voice in your head told you to stay low. If you act all submissive and scared, they will get bored of it. Right?

You were alone in the canteen of the base, fiddling with your fingers. You were afraid to go to your barracks before everyone else fell asleep. A dude walked into the canteen by one of the entrances it had. He slapped the back of your head and called you a waste of space. He left right after, leaving you in a more tense state than before.

From another of the tables, you heard a voice. "You gonna let him get away with that?" You turned to the source of the noise and found that another man was with you there all along. He was just staring at you, watching you the whole time you waited in complete silence. "So?" He broke the silence.

"You see, I'm not strong enough to fight back." You started explaining. He stood up, revealing his massive frame. "You really are a waste of space." He said with a cold tone as he walked out of the canteen.

You felt bad, more like ashamed of yourself. But it is what it is. You waited another hour or so and went to sleep.

The next day was like any other. When you walked into the canteen, you noticed something unusual. No kidding, there was a circle of people watching and cheering. You pushed through the crowd and saw two dudes beating each other's asses.

When you found out what was happening, you tried to get out of there. You didn't want to end up in there yourself. But of course, you just can't have a good day in here. The asshole from yesterday pulled you into the circle. "let's see what's the girlie made out of." He told the crowd like he was showing a trick at the circus.

The next thing he said was only for you. "If you fight, I will fucking kill you." He walked two steps away from you, and so did you. Nothing announced a start. He just punched you in the face with no warning. You fell to the floor. You covered your nose and kept sat on the ground, watching him laugh with the others.

You felt small, and you just wanted it to end. It was just then that you noticed the man who you spoke to yesterday. He was in the crowd, but he wasn't laughing and talking to the other dude. No, he was looking at you. He was watching you like he was waiting for something. You made an expression, showing him your fear.

He sighed and turned to walk away. That is when he heard, "Yo, the girlie is standing up!" He looked back again, and you weren't on the ground anymore. You were attacking your opponent. Without a warning, just like he did to you.

You managed to pull him to the ground and started bashing his face in. You were winning, finally. You stopped with your punches, feeling something was wrong. You turned your head and saw a dude ready to get you from the back. You were fucked. There was no way you could react fast enough. You spotted another two dudes coming from the side.

You were ready to die there. "WHACK" You couldn't believe what just happened. The man you talked to. He just knocked out all three of them. It looked so easy for him. No one even dared to get close. The crowd disappeared one by one. It was just you, him, and four knocked-out dudes.

"I find it inappropriate to call you a girlie." "Oh yeah, call me whatever you want." "My name is Ghost." "Well, it was nice meeting you and thanks for the-" You were cut off. "Meet me at the smoke pit at 0100." "Yeah... and why exactly?" "Might consider telling my captain about you. It is likely we'll be sharing a room very soon.~" He only smirked and left.