#i’m just a sub 👉🏻👈🏻

[scoutshorror]

what do you mean i’m just supposed to go around being “normal” after my Dom beat and fucked every brain cell out of my head last night. sounds fake but okay 🙄

[monsterfuker3000]

Call Me ˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡☏♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖

Jesus God, this took an embarrassingly long time. Not sure it’s my best work, most of this was written while I was stoned out of my mind, and when that happens I think with my pussy and not my brain, but I can guarantee this shit filthy. It’s not edited because I’m high again.

Warnings: NSFW, DUBCON, Ghostface!Dazai, fem!reader, p in v, intercourse, unprotected sex, (don’t do that,) creampie (don’t do that either,) uhh sub!reader, dom!dazai, there’s uhhh there’s knives, blood, brief mention of a cut, fake kidnapping, drugging(?) established relationship and use of traffic light system but when I say dubcon I mean dubcon. Look me in my eyeballs. Dubcon. Uhhh restraints? Idk it’s just a little bit depraved so don’t read it if you don’t want depraved. There’s aftercare though bc I’m allergic to not ending my fics on a soft note. Characterization in this is questionable at best. I love you mwah.

To @texas-bitch-yee @genshinsbiggestsimp @cupidszvlvr @dxzxii @vqmpwclf sorry this took so long 👉🏻👈🏻

WC: 4k words of Osamu Dazai lecherously taking you and you being lecherously taken ❤️

Leaves crunched under your feet as you ran, the cool fall air burning in your lungs. The ankle you’d twisted a few minutes previous was screaming at you, but only one thing was going through your mind.

Do.

Not.

Stop.

You knew he wasn’t far behind you, he never had been. Deep down, through all your attempts to lose the man you knew was trailing you, you knew damn well he was never more than a few minutes away. If you stopped now, he’d catch you for sure, and he had every intention of using that knife you’d seen glinting in his hand when he dumped you on the ground in this forest in the middle of nowhere and told you to run for your life.

You stumbled down a small hill, nearly losing your footing but staying upright by some miracle. You paused for just a moment to steady yourself, your heart rate spiking when you heard a branch snap in the distance. Whether it was the man you’d received a phone call from earlier in the night or some woodland creature, you weren’t sticking around to find out, and you took off again.

You’d been at home just an hour previous, curled up on the sofa of your living room as you waited for Dazai to come home. Your phone rang next to you; expecting your boyfriend, you answered without checking the caller ID, not seeing that it read ‘UNKNOWN CALLER’ at the top of the screen.

“Hello?” You chirped, expecting the gentle voice of your boyfriend Osamu on the other end.

“Do you want to play a game?” came the reply, the voice gravelly and unfamiliar. You frowned and checked the caller ID, just now seeing it wasn’t anyone in your contacts. Your blood ran cold for just a moment before you realized exactly what was going on, and you laughed.

“Osamu,” you giggled, “that’s the wrong movie, silly!” The person on the end seemed to falter for just a moment before gathering themselves and resuming conversation.

“Well, if you know so much about movies, belladonna, then tell me, what’s your favorite scary movie?”

“Scream,” you replied simply. “And, Osamu, you’re giving yourself away calling me belladonna like that,” you laughed. He grumbled something inaudible on the other end before you hung up, knowing this was all part of the game.

This had all been in the works for a couple of weeks now, beginning the night you’d popped the original Scream into the DVD player on a movie night with Osamu. He’d had his arm around you, so it wasn’t difficult for him to feel the way you tensed up a bit when the killer came on screen, nor was it hard for him to see the way your cheeks would turn pink when you heard his voice. An idea began forming in Dazai’s head, something dangerous that he knew both of you would like. He leaned in towards you, lips nearly brushing your ear as he whispered softly.

“My, my, belladonna, you seem to like what you see, hm?” he teased. Your cheeks reddened even more as you shrank in on yourself, declining to answer the question. “Well,” he continued, “what if I did something like that to you?”

You froze, then turned around to look at him, your eyes wide and unbelieving.

“Really?” you cautioned. He nodded, that signature smirk on his face telling you he was thinking devious thoughts.

“Really, sweet girl. Take you out to the woods where we can be all alone, let you go and hunt you down.” You shivered at his words, panties slicking up just at the thought. The two of you paused the movie and discussed in detail what expectations and boundaries you would have for each other, which is how you knew exactly what was happening when you received that call.

After you hung up the phone, it only took about five seconds for the phone to start ringing again, UNKNOWN CALLER scrolling across the screen a second time. You answered with a smile on your face, ready to mouth off again, but the voice on the other end beat you to it.

“You hang up on me again, I’ll gut you like a fish!”

You froze once again, the hair on the back of your neck standing on end. You knew this was a line ripped directly from the movie, but the way it was said sent shivers down your spine. The voice on the other end was rough, sharp, nothing like the Osamu you knew. For the first time tonight, you felt a stab of cold, genuine fear. The voice continued.

“Now, belladonna, I’m somewhere in your house. Do you want to guess where?” he urged. Your eyes darted around the room, trying to gauge whether Dazai could hide behind anything in front of you. But you’d hear him, right? That meant he had to be somewhere else in the house, somewhere he could call you from and you wouldn’t hear him.

“Tick-tock, sweet girl,” the voice on the phone purred. “I’ll give you just one guess. If you get it right, I’ll let you go. If you get it wrong, however,” he laughed darkly, “well, belladonna, you should start running.”

Your heart rate quickened, your palms slicking with sweat. Where the hell could he be?

“You have until the count of three, sweet girl.”

The kitchen? No, too open.

“One.”

The bathroom? No, you’d just been in there a few minutes previous and it was empty.

“Two.”

The dining room? No, you’d hear him from there. Ah! You knew where he must be.

“Three.”

“The bedroom!” you cried, just as the final number left his mouth. Then, silence.

“Tsk-tsk, oh, belladonna,” he sighed. “I thought you’d be better at this. How disappointing.”

Your hands shook, your blood like ice in your veins. You knew you had to run, but where? You guessed wrong, you had no clue where he was. You were going to have to take your chances.

You dropped your phone and started running toward the front door, immediately regretting not holding on to it, but knowing that it wouldn’t help you anyway. Focused more on getting out than staying undetected, you ran clumsily out of the living room into the hallway leading to your front door, your socked feet slipping on the hardwood. The front door was only twenty feet away. Fifteen. Ten. Five. You reached the doorknob, fighting with your other hand to unlock the deadbolt. Then, out of the corner of your eye, a flash of black and white, a rag thrown over your nose and mouth, wet with a faintly sweet smelling substance, and then darkness.

You awoke on the ground in a dark, unfamiliar clearing surrounded by thick forest, your hands taped behind your back. The only light afforded to you was from the full moon and the headlights of the dark SUV you assume you arrived in.

A man stood in front of you, slender and tall, dressed all in black and holding a large hunting knife at his side that glinted in the moonlight. His face was concealed by the traditional Ghostface Halloween mask. How original. How perfect.

You noticed that he’d been kind enough to change you out of your pajamas and into thick pants and heavy boots. A genuinely kind gesture, one that reminded you that you could truly trust the man in front of you. You held on to this feeling, knowing this would be the only mercy afforded to you tonight.

The man knelt in front of you, lifting the corner of his mask to reveal that he was, in fact, the one and only Dazai Osamu. His expression was soft, almost concerned.

“Hey, give me a color, angel,” he urged.

You took a deep breath. “Green,” you answered. Dazai’s mouth curled into a smile, one that once again sent shivers down your spine, and he winked at you. He readjusted the mask, completely covering his face again, and stood.

“Little bunny,” he purred. “Whatever are you doing in the woods all alone, hm? He knelt once again as he lifted his knife to press the blade to your face, softly enough that it didn’t break skin, but hard enough so that you could feel just how sharp it really was.

“Do you know what happens to little bunnies all alone in the woods, sweet girl?” You shook your head, not trusting your voice. “Sometimes they encounter wolves.”

You could hear the smile in his voice, it twisted your stomach but shot straight to your core all the same. He used his other hand to pop the button and lower the zipper on your pants, sliding his hand into your panties to press two fingers to your pussy, gathering the slick there. He sighed deeply, shuddering at the feeling of just how wet this was all making you.

“Oh, little bunny, you look so scared but you feel so wet,” he moaned, withdrawing his fingers to slide them into your own mouth. You took the hint and began to lick them clean, moaning at the taste of your own slick. He was kind enough to button your pants back up before flipping you over onto your stomach, caging you in with his arms. He cut through the tape binding your hands, just barely nicking your arm in the process making you gasp. He bent down to whisper in your ear again.

“It’s time to run, little bunny.”

He lifted himself off of you enough for you to scramble out from under him onto your feet, elbowing him in the process. He held his side, hissing in pain. “That hurt, bunny. I’m going to give you a thirty second head start. You better run for your life,” he growled. You weren’t sticking around to find out how serious he was, so you turned tail and ran into the darkness.

Which is what landed you here, stumbling through the forest on a twisted ankle, covered in scrapes and cuts from running through branches you didn’t see until it was much too late.

You stumbled into another clearing, your heart racing. You let yourself feel a bit of relief before you noticed the SUV in the clearing with you. The same SUV you arrived in, and the same clearing you’ve been running from. Dazai had herded you in a circle.

Your heart dropped into your stomach, knowing he couldn’t be far behind you. You scanned the tree line all around you, finally spotting the glint of metal to your right. You gasped, finding yourself unable to scream, and whipped around in the other direction, trying to get away as fast as you could, but the heavy footfalls behind you came closer all the same.

Two arms shot out from behind you, one on each side to wrap around your body. He broke your fall a bit, but wrestled you to the ground all the same, pinning you flat on your back with his arms once again caging you in and a strong thigh pressing between your own.

You finally found your voice, screaming in fear as you tried to worm your way out from under him. You worked an arm free and swung it at him in an attempt to get him off of you, but you only succeeded in knocking off his mask. The face underneath was almost as scary as the mask itself, Dazai’s eyes sharp and his cruel smile much too wide.

He pulled a short length of rope from his pocket, recapturing your arm and tying your wrists together in front of you. You opened your mouth to scream once again but he clapped a large, gloved hand over your mouth before you could even make a sound.

“Little bunny,” he taunted. “Looks like I caught you, hm?” He brought his other hand to his belt where he’d tucked his knife, pulling it free and raising it to your face. He pressed it to your cheek, making a shallow cut there, barely enough to break the skin, sighing at the tiny trickle of blood gathering there before removing the knife as you whimpered beneath his hand.

“I’ll do that again if you don’t keep quiet, bunny,” he warned. “I’m gonna take my hand off of your mouth. Are you going to scream, or can you keep quiet?” He took your fervent nodding to mean that you agreed to keep quiet, and he removed his hand.

Instead of saying anything, you immediately spat in his face, causing him to rear back on his knees for just a moment to wipe it away.

“You’re really starting to get on my nerves, bunny,” he said, flicking the wetness away from his hand. “I think it’s time you learn a lesson.”

He moved again, quick as lightning, to use his knife to cut a sizable slit out of your pants, waistband to crotch, before ripping them in half the rest of the way to hang loosely below your knees. He ripped your panties off of your body in one clean motion, and you flinched when the cool night air met your soaked pussy.

You thought he might cut you again, whining in confusion when he flipped the knife into the air, catching it by the blade. That confusion ended quickly when you felt him press the blunt handle to your pussy. You struggled uselessly against your bindings, but between the rope around your hands and the man never letting go of one of your legs, you weren’t getting away.

“Ah-ah, bunny,” Dazai teased. “Spitting on me wasn’t very nice, you know. I think you know that you deserve to be punished.” His voice was low in his throat, jarring compared to the usual gentle whispers he afforded you when he fucked you.

You shook your head, hard enough to make yourself dizzy. “I’m sorry! I won’t do it again, I promise I’ll behave- fuck!” Your pleading was cut off when Dazai pushed the knife handle into you in one clean thrust.

You cried out at the intrusion, fighting it instinctively even though it hurt in such a delicious way. Tears collected on your lashes as you tried to keep from showing him you actually liked this, but unfortunately Dazai knew your every tiny expression like the back of his hand.

“Oh, belladonna, you like it when I fuck you with my knife, don’t you?” He purred. You shook your head again with a whine, not trusting yourself with words at the moment. “Yes, I think you do, pretty. Come on, tell me you like the filthy things I’m doing to you. Tell me you love it.”

You cried out again, tears finally spilling from your eyes as you admitted, “love it, love it, love it,” chanting it like a mantra with every thrust of the handle.

He bent down towards you again to whisper against your ear. “I know, belladonna, I can hear how much you love it,” he murmured, his breath hot against your neck. Whether he meant your cries or the filthy, wet sounds he was drawing from your pussy, you didn’t know.

His words pushed you over the edge of a cliff you weren’t even fully aware you were standing on as you came on the handle, slicking it up along with your thighs and Dazai’s hand.

“Oh, what a good little bunny,” he praised, an edge of malice in his words. “Such a good girl, cumming on my knife like the dirty little thing you are,” he continued, pulling the handle out of you and admiring the way it now glistened with your slick in the moonlight. He stabbed it into the ground next to your head, confident he’d made you pliable enough to not struggle as he flipped you over onto your stomach, prone with your legs together between his own. You tried to push yourself up on your forearms, but a large hand square in the middle of your back kept you from even getting your hands under you with any efficiency.

“What are you-“ your question was cut off when he slid that same hand up to the back of your head, quick as anything to press your face into the mossy forest floor, muffling any protests.

“Shh, no talking, bunny,” he soothed. You whined, the sound still muffled by moss. He laughed, the motion driving his hips lightly into your ass where you felt his cock straining against his pants, and you were so tightly wound that such a small action made your hips buck just a fraction of an inch.

Dazai noticed your reaction, of course, driving his clothed hips into yours much harder this time, taking his hand off the back of your head and allowing you to cry out.

“Fuck, please!” you cried, not sure what you were even begging for, pushing your upper body up onto your still bound forearms, high enough to twist your head around and allow Dazai to see the tears still rolling down your face. His cock twitched in his pants at the sight, and he rolled his hips into yours again.

You whined again and his patience began to wear thin; you heard the clank of a belt and the rustling of fabric behind you and you jumped, squirming uselessly beneath him until you felt the head of his cock brushing against your ass and you froze again.

“Wait, wait!” you cried, hands scrabbling on the ground beneath you. He chuckled deep in his throat and used his legs to push yours even closer together, tipping your hips up to line his cock up to your entrance. He pushed it between your thighs, gathering the slick dripping down your legs before pushing it into your waiting pussy with a sigh, ignoring your pleas all the while.

He worked himself in, inch by torturous inch, the gentle way he reached up to pet your hair contrasting with the harsh way he drove his hips into you as you cried.

Halfway in, your eyes flew open, the stretch becoming too much.

“Wait! Not gonna fit, ‘s too big!” you slurred, fighting a bit harder to get away, still to no avail. “Too tight like this,” you whined. Dazai tangled his fingers into your hair, yanking you back so he could speak directly into your ear, his warm breath tickling your neck.

“Little bunny, you think it isn’t going to fit? You always take my cock so well, and now that this pretty little pussy is drooling down your legs, you think I can’t fit it in? You’ve never been this wet before, belladonna,” he murmured. “I’ll fucking make it fit.”

He snapped his hips into yours doubly hard now, sheathing himself completely with just a handful more thrusts that pulled a genuine wail from your throat, your mind screaming at you that the cock drilling into you was tearing you in half.

His pace was breakneck, his hips colliding with yours so hard they were driving you inch by inch across the forest floor, matting your tangled hair with leaves. You shifted your hips a bit, keeping him from hitting quite so deep. He didn’t take kindly to this, letting out a growl and letting go of your hair to reach out and yank the knife out of the ground next to you, holding it up to your neck and nicking the skin there, whether by accident or on purpose you weren’t sure. You whined as you felt a thin trickle of blood run down your throat.

“Keep those fucking hips where I put them,” Dazai growled. You whined at him to please, fuck, just slow down! and he finally relented, dropping the knife and switching instead to rolling his hips against yours, driving the tip of his cock directly into your g-spot and pressing his balls to your clit with each thrust.

The sharp pain slowly began to give way to pleasure as your cries gave way to moans, each sensation so overwhelming it caused your legs to shake. Dazai took hold of your hair once again, this time much gentler, the action causing a stir in your belly and already bringing you close to cumming.

“Fuck yes, little bunny. You like this, don’t you?” he teased. “You like it when I fuck you nasty,” he continued, punctuating his sentence with a particularly slow roll of his hips that drew a high-pitched cry from you, tears still rolling down your face. “You gonna cum, sweet girl?” he urged. “You gonna cum from me taking you from behind, on the ground like a fucking animal?” he urged.

Your eyes rolled back, your breath catching in your throat as your hips stuttered beneath him; Dazai knew you were close, you just needed one more little push.

“You want me to fill you up, bunny? Fuck yeah, I felt you squeeze me just now, of course you do. ‘M gonna fill that soaked little cunt up so full of my cum, leave it to leak out of you since you’re such a filthy girl.”

His final sentence and a well-timed thrust pushed you over the edge and you came hard, whole body shaking as you gushed around him. You soaked his legs as well as your own, the rest of your cum pattering on the leaves below you as you cried out his name.

He fucked you through your orgasm, the relentless clenching of your pussy bringing him closer to his own. Your arms finally gave out on you, your head dropping to the ground softly, but Dazai was kind enough to turn it to the side for you so that you could breathe.

“‘M close, belladonna,” he whispered.

“Osamu,” you whined, quickly becoming overstimulated, “I’m tired.”

“Shh, sweet girl, it’s okay. I’ll take care of you,” he soothed, placing an almost shockingly sweet kiss on your cheek, a sharp contrast from the way he’d just been treating you. His hips began to stutter, sloppy and almost clumsy, before you felt him shake above you, spilling his load into you as deep as he could get it.

Dazai shuddered as he came, his arms very nearly giving out, but he wasn’t through yet. He pulled out suddenly, the sudden friction on your already sore pussy making you’ll help. He clumsily pulled his phone out of his back pocket, readjusting to take a photo of his cum already spilling from your pussy, then another, a selfie with his fist tangled in your hair, yanking your head up next to his as he smiled at your completely fucked-out expression. Satisfied, he rolled away from you before he collapsed to avoid crushing you. Flipping onto his back, he pulled his jeans back up where they belonged before gathering you in his arms, resting your head on his chest and wiping away at your tears with the sleeve of his shirt.

“Such a good girl for me, honey,” he whispered, squeezing you tight. “Anything hurt?”

“A-ankle. . .” you whimpered, deciding the twisted appendage was your most immediate problem after your completely abused pussy.

He clicked his tongue teasingly, assuring you he had an ice pack in the car, along with a blanket. He stood, gathering you up in his arms before starting toward the car. The passenger door had been left open, so he placed you onto the seat, wrapping you in a blanket before wetting a rag from a water bottle, wiping away at the blood on your face and neck as you began to drift off.

“‘Samu?” you asked

“Yes, belladonna?”

“I love you,” you slurred. He laughed softly.

“I love you too.”

WEEEEEHOOOOO do u feel it? Cumming in the air tonight?

[sarahscribbles]

Please what’s the sub!Loki idea Saz 👉🏻👈🏻

Oooooh let’s see if I can do one better 😈

Your phone vibrates just as Steve is entering into the second hour of his torturous debrief, ending your staring contest with the middle of the conference room table.

Looking down at the screen you see it’s Loki calling and you have to bite back a smirk. He’s lasted longer than you thought he would. Days longer. You make a mental note to shower him in praise later for being so good for you, maybe even give him the reward he’s been craving.

You wave your phone in Steve’s direction as you stand from the table, but he’s so engrossed in discussing safety breaches on the last mission that he barely even registers that you’re leaving. Thankfully, none of the others who are being forced to endure Steve’s one man show seem to notice or care that you’re making an escape.

The second the door is fully closed behind you, you answer Loki’s call, feigning ignorance as to why he’s calling.

“Hey, Mischief. God, you’re so lucky you’re not sitting through this. I think Rogers is trying to break some kind of boredom record!” you say without pause, barely giving Loki the chance to interrupt.

When he does get the chance to speak, you can hear the strain in his voice. It makes you want to find the nearest dark corner and take care of yourself.

“Mistress…please, Mistress.” His voice is coming in shallow pants, and you can almost picture him in your mind.

You know he’s laying back in the sheets, firm thighs splayed wide while he strokes himself. You can picture the slide of his skin as he strokes himself, the pretty pink flush of his cheeks, and the way his hair is likely falling around him in a midnight halo. You can see the rise and fall of his muscular chest and the occasional twitch of his legs when he gets too close. Your Asgardian whore stroking himself to the torturous edge without letting himself fall over.

All because you haven’t given him permission to.

“Hmm? What is it, love? What do you need?” you tease him.

“You. Please, Mistress,” Loki pleads, a deep groan filling your ear as he pleasures himself.

The sound of his pleasure is almost enough to make you unravel. Nothing on earth compares to listening to Loki make himself feel good.

“Are you touching yourself?” you ask sultrily, knowing he likely has been for as long as the meeting has been going on. It’s been days since you granted him release.

Loki’s answer is a grunt and a soft moan as he continues stroking himself. “Yes, Mistress. Only touching,” he reassures you.

“Mmm. Does it feel good?” you keep going, feasting on the unholy image of him in your head.

“So….ugh…so good, Mistress, but I would…ugh…I would prefer…you,” he moans like a whore down the phone.

An idea sparks in your mind and makes arousal burn deep in your stomach. Perhaps it’s the effect of being bored stupid by Steve’s soliloquy, but something in you is feeling sadistic.

“Did I give you permission to touch yourself, love?” you ask slowly in a sweet voice.

There’s silence on the other end of the phone. You can hear his thoughts racing, hear the panic flooding through him as his hand goes still on his aching cock. His breathing begins to even out and you know he’s trying - and failing - to think of a way out of this. Out of the punishment he’ll receive for disobeying you.

“No, Mistress,” Loki replies eventually, that usual confident voice reduced to barely a whisper - an agonised whisper.

“No, I didn’t,” you repeat. “Such a pity, love, when you were being such a good boy for me.” You swear you can hear him whimper on the other end of the phone. “I’m going to leave this debriefing in ten minutes. When I arrive, I want you kneeling by the bed, hands behind your back. Don’t you dare touch yourself,” you order him.

His sharp intake of breath races down the phone, filled with equal parts nervousness and anticipation. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Good boy,” you say finally and end the call.

You return to Steve’s debriefing with adrenaline and arousal flowing freely through your veins. Your afternoon just got a little more interesting.

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[foreverdom-tish]

Bonded

Request - Can you pls do a Shuri x reader fic where they had just finished an insane mission and in the heat of battle had confessed their love for each other, and they get back home and dom/top!Shuri goes to town on sub/bottom!reader and uses the vibranium strap 😮‍💨 maybe a lil praise kink too 👉🏻👈🏻

pairing - top/dom!shuri sub/bottom reader

word count - 2,214

contains - smut (18+), praise kink, mention of fighting, strap-on sex, face riding, multiple orgasms, cunnilingus, fingering

translations - andikwazi kulinda ukukugezela - i can't wait to fuck you

intombi entle - pretty girl

usana - baby

A/n - heyy i got this request a while ago but midterms came up quick and i had to focus on school BUT here it is and this is my first time writing and i hope everyone enjoys 🤍

“Y/N WATCH OUT” Shuri yelped, she couldn’t bear the fact that she had dragged y/n on a mission with her because she’s selfish and wanted her next to her at all times, and now because of her you’re now dodging the blade of your attackers which wasn’t new but it scared her shitless

“SHURI HELP PLEASE” you scream, you were currently fighting from the front and back you had it until the attacker from the back swiped their foot beneath yours & you fell backward with a loud thump

“SHU-“ you attempted to call her once more while covering your face with your forearm just giving in defeat until you heard silence then heavy breathing you uncovered your face and saw shuri blood dripping from her claws you immediately started looking for the 2 attackers. once your eyes looked down you were faced with your attackers … their faces were basically torn to shreds

“t-thank you” you said heart burning as shuri stood above you panting lighting, jaw clenched, claws sharp, and out the sight made your heart burn even more but now with lust

“y/n i’m so so so sorry, i never meant to drag you unto such danger it’s just i’m always gone and i love being around you and i thought being you with me would - “

shuri rambled on eyes wandering around the small cave until your lips were pressed against hers gently, shuri leaned into the kiss grabbing your waist while your arms were draped around her neck, shuri moaned into the kiss and you gently pull back

“shit shit shit i- sorry i just- fuck” you stumbled over your words while shuri stood there shifting back and forth on her feet and picking at her fingers something you noticed she did when she had something on her mind that was hard for her to get out

“y/n” shuri cut off your rambling “i love you and i know this was never supposed to happen and we were strictly to be just partners on missions but i can’t get you out of my mind …”

you stood there quietly rubbing your fingers together as you started shuri straight in the eyes

“i love you too shuri”

“OH THANK BAST I THOUGHT I FUCKED THIS WHOLE THING UP AND I WAS GOING TO HAVE TO RUN AND HIDE AND YOU WOULD -“

you cut shuri up once again by kissing her but this time is was more passionate and way more tongue. shuri hands start to palm your bottom and you stop her

“andikwazi kulinda ukukugezela” shuri says looking you dead in the eyes pupils blown, lips swollen & cult pulsing in between her folds

“what does that mean” you ask cocking your head to the side, you weren’t wakandian but in college, you were a little rough around the edges and fought like hell and videos soon surfaced which caught the panthers attention she was fascinated by not only your fighting but your beauty, the way you threw quick but lethal punches, the way your curls bounced when you dodged hit, the way your body looks the tight one price you always work when fighting and well … she kidnapped you and had you fight alongside her

“you’ll find out soon” shuri winks and grabs your waist leaning for another kiss

“we should probably head back” you say even though you wanted her to take you right then and there in that cage in front of the fuckers who she had just torn into shreds

“of course usana”

as soon as you reached her bedroom her suit deactivated leaving her in only her black sports back and black boy shorts that had a large wet spot

you on the other hand took off your mission attire leaving you in nothing but a skimpy thong (you hated wearing undergarments”

“wow” shuri whisper stalking toward you while you stood there shyly

“you are so beautiful usana” she placed her hands on your cheeks and kissed you

“shuri” you looked up at her grasping her shoulders

“please touch me”

with that shuri nods and picks you up and places you on the bed laying you down and straddling your waist

she beings sucking on your neck leaving marks and slowly goes lower and lower leaving a trail of love bites on your collar bone, stomach until she reaches your thong

she hooks her fingers into the small string and gently tugs them down and is now face to face with your gorgeous drenched pussy she moans at the sight of your puffy lips, clit slightly peeking from under your hood

“she’s so pretty and i know she tastes even better”

“shuri wait” you sit up on your elbows and bite your lower lip

“what you said earlier … what does it mean”

shuri slowly comes up to your face and slowly inches so close you thought she was going to kiss you instead she says something that rocked your whole world

“i can’t wait to fuck you, hard *kisses your lips* long *kisses your neck* and deep *shoves two fingers into your tight hole”

“oh my- fuckkkkk” you grip her wrist to slow down the outlandish pace she was fucking you at

“be my good girl and take it” she lowers back down and kisses your clit “you can take it right” and flattens her tongue to lick from your finger-stuffed hole to your clit

you immediately clench hard around her fingers and moan deliciously

“oh you like being called a good girl huh” shuri pace speeds up and she’s now sucking on your clit

“shu- i’m about to c-cum” you grip the sheets hard and moved your lower half away from her face the pleasure becoming too much

“stay fucking still, i thought you would be my good girl” shuri tugs you back down but before she does you catch a glimpse of her face, your wetness dripping down her chin some resting on her top lip and she quickly swipes her tongue to taste you come before going back to devouring you

“yes yes YES IM YOUR GOOD GIRL unhh unhh” and with 3 more pumps of her fingers and 2 tugs on your clit you’re creaming all over her fingers body shaking and mouth wide open

“yesssss usana that’s a good fucking girl creaming all over your queen's fingers”

your clit jumps at the praise and shirt notices and chuckles she then pops her fingers in her mouth sucking off all your cum “delicious” she mumbled as you inch to the top of the bed and curl into a ball anything to get away from her devilish tongue and fingers while shuri reachers up to place soft kisses on your cheek while rubbing your back

“i’ll be right back i want to try something else”

you simply nod and close your eyes preparing yourself for whatever she had up her sleeve

shuri quickly hops up and goes to her closet and grabs a purple and silver box, she opens it and inside is something she created a little after your second mission together, seeing you beat the shit out of a man that was almost 3ft taller than you riled shuri up and that night she made you this special strap, it was about 8 inches, black with hints of purple running through it which of course was vibranium that allows her to feel inside you as pleasure and the base had your initials etched into it

shuri walks over to the bed where you are now sitting up on your elbows legs spread, cum making your folds glisten, and eyeing shuri as she attaches the strap to her

“you’re so hot shuri” you say taking your bottom lip into your teeth

“yeah” shuri says as she slowly walks to you leaning down placing a soft peck on your lips

shuri then grabs your feet pulls you towards her and flips you over so you were now on your stomach, you instantly pull your ass while your back made a perfect arch your pussy blooming

“fuckkk y/n” shuri growls and rubs your ass before landing a harsh slap

“mmm” loving the stinging feeling that lingered

shuri aligns her tip at your entrance ready to breach and slowly slides in using your last orgasm as lube and instantly moans at how warm and wet your pussy feels and starts the thrust slowly wanting to feel you suck her in but also wanting you to feel all of her

“please please faster shuri fuck me like you hate me” you gasp out

hearing that shuri leans down and places a peck on your back and grabs your left boob while her other was tightly gripping your waist she started pumping faster inside you

“uhnnnnnn it feels so good” you sob throwing your head back and using your hand to grab over shuris

shuri then lifts your back up so that your back is pressed against her and at this new angle she’s perfectly abusing your g-spot

“yea intombi entle you’re taking it so well, this pussy is so fucking good you feel so fucking good” she says in your ear

suddenly your whole body is shaking, your moans become high pitched ,and before you know it your closing your eyes as your 2nd orgasm runs through your whole body, your body goes limp as you fall back into the bed but shuri is still pumping into your hands now on both of your round checks thrusting harder and faster chasing after her own orgasm

“this pussy is so creamy you’re about to make me cum y/n you’re about to make me come so fucking hard-“

“mmm fuckk” shuri thrust turns slow and sloppy as her orgasm hits her and she slowly pulls out of you and deactivates her strap

you shiver hearing her low moans and happy you got her to cum as well

“y/n are you okay” shuri flips you back around and cups your cheeks pulling your curly hair away from your eyes her eyes frantically searching your face she puts her hand on your chest to feel your breathing

“GRIO-“ shuri yells

“shuri baby” you chuckle “i’m okay i’ve never came that hard before i’m just trying to calm down”

“sorry after what happened today i’m just so scared of hurting you in any way, shape, or form”

hearing this warmed your heart as you gather some strength to sit up and slowly kiss her

shuri deepens the kiss and turns so now you on top of her and you straddle her waist and rub her sides

“can we do one more thing usana” shuri ask

“of course love”

“ride my face” shuri smirks looking up at you and you giggle and nod shuffling up until your pussy is hovering over her face you were a little nervous because you didn’t want to suffocate her with your beautiful thick brown thighs

shuri grabs you by your hips and shoves you down

“i said sit not hover” shuri mumbled before sticking her tongue out darting it in and out of your hole”

“FUCKKKKK” you yelp and lean over so now your hand were gripping the headboard “shuri shit you’re so good bast you’re so good”

shuri hums while flattening her tongue grabbing your bottom and you get the hint she wants you to grind on her tongue …. work for your next release

you grind on her tongue and you feel the heat growing hotter and hotter in the pit of your stomach

“i’m about to c-cum shuri” you moan tightening your grip on the headboard to the point you thought you would break it

“cum my usana cum all over my face” shuri begins sucking and tugging on your clit like she trying to milk the cum out of you

“ughhhhh shuriiii” you drag out her name as your body jerked uncontrollably as you came for the 3rd time

shuri licked up all your cum and use the tip of her tongue to trace something with your come onto your clit. you stay on her face and read the letters in your head “S H U R I”

“fuck” you gasp silently lifting off her face

shuri sits up and licks all the cum off her lips

“what” shuri looks at you and tilts her head

“you spelled your name on my clit … with my cum” you said hesitantly

“yeah we’re bonded now” she shrugged

“tasting like that & being such a good girl i couldn’t help myself” she pulls you in and places a kiss on your temple

you push her away blushing and excited you were now hers

“shuri please with that name i can’t cum again even if i wanted to” you giggle a little flustered

“i know i know let’s go get cleaned up okay” shuri picks you up, pecks your lips and walks you to the bathroom and places you on the counter and starts your bath

“hey shuri”

“yes”

“i know you could feel me with that strap” you giggle

“yea and i can’t wait to feel you again” she walks over and kisses your neck and you two bathe and talk about your guy's next plans for the future

THE END YAY.

i hope you liked if please leave requests, feedback, and love :)

[erisenyo]

For the ask game — may I humbly request Zukka + “You don’t have to stay” ? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

For this prompt game!

“You don’t have to stay,” Sokka says, taking a deep breath and fighting back the stinging heat behind his eyes, his fancy new shoes squishing unpleasantly with gunky basement-floor water and his favorite pants probably getting ruined and tonight was supposed to be fun and perfect and sexy and instead it’s awful and—

“I know,” Zuko says, tossing down a roll of paper towels from the top of the basement stairs that Sokka reflexively catches before it smacks him in the face, his gold eyes going wide before he ducks quickly away, muttering something about towels.

“Fuck, this is just—” Terrible, horrible, the worst timing of his fucking life, of all times for the sub pump to back up it chooses now, when he’s about to— “Ridiculous,” he says, trying to force a laugh and casting around for something high enough off the ground to put the paper towels on because they…really aren’t going to be enough.

“You don’t have to stay,” he says when Zuko reappears with towels, wincing when he notices Zuko’s nice, lovely clothes traded out for a pair of Sokka’s ratty sweats.

“Okay,” Zuko says, lips pursed as he eyes the steadily widening pool of water. “Should we get stuff off the floor?”

“I can’t believe this is happening,” Sokka groans, tossing the towels down as some flimsy stop gap of a barrier and squeezing his eyes shut as something twists in his chest when he goes to pick up the first cardboard box to find it already sopping and soaked through and fuck, he can’t even remember what’s in here but it’s probably ruined. “You don’t have to be here for this.”

“Hm,” Zuko grunts as he hefts up a box, casting around before shoving it on top of the washing machine and leaving a wet dirt-streak behind that makes Sokka’s stomach drop.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry—I can’t believe this is happening, it’s so—you don’t have to deal with this, it’s disgusting, and we were supposed to—” Well, Sokka had hoped for a lot of things, tonight. “You don’t have to—”

“Sokka,” Zuko cuts in, sharp enough to grab Sokka’s attention up off the dirty stain on his shirt. “I know,” Zuko says firmly, brow furrowed. “You don’t have to keep saying it.”

“Just,” Sokka flounders, “This isn’t what we planned, we were supposed to—”

“And life doesn’t always go as planned,” Zuko shrugs, like it’s that easy, like it doesn’t matter, like— “That doesn’t mean I’m going anywhere, right?”

Sokka opens his mouth and stalls out, throat suddenly tight and empty.

“Okay?” Zuko presses, somehow gentle and firm at the same time. “I’m not going anywhere,” he says as he eases the box out of Sokka’s hands, setting it down on a chair before grabbing at Sokka’s wrist, that determined-focused look on his face like he gets when he’s saying one thing but trying to make Sokka understand what he means because he doesn’t know how else to put it, and—and—

“Oh,” Sokka finally says, the word coming out small, his voice shaking in a way he doesn’t want to show but also…but also in a way he maybe doesn’t have to hold back?

“You don’t have to make it perfect for me, Sokka,” Zuko says, searching his face before giving him one of his quick, flashing little smiles. “It’s already perfect, just because it’s use,” he says, sweet and simple and devastating and almost shy as he leans in for a quick kiss that sets Sokka’s head buzzing, spinning, Sokka standing there feeling quietly stunned and warm as Zuko goes back to shifting boxes. Feel like he can just be for the first time…in he doesn’t know how long, doesn’t remember a time when he could just let go like that, but—

“Don’t forget to breathe,” Zuko says without looking up, amused, and Sokka huffs out a shaky laugh before sucking in a deep breath, then another, feeling more solid with each one and looking around the mess, his panicky thoughts finally tripping toward something useful—turn off the water, disconnect the pump, call Bato for his shop vac.

He can’t actually stop right now, he actually needs to take care of this, sooner rather than later. But…it doesn’t have to be perfect, maybe. To still be okay.

[pussy-stunted]

BIBBLE X Y/N🥺🥺💦🎀😍

Warnings: bdsm, Dom sub relationship, pegging, dark romance, abuse, murder, mafia, drugs, violence, weapons, pregnancy scare, incest, use of the word daddy.

About reader: pronouns pussy/pop/xan/ney/cra/yon.

Kinky slut who likes the peg little furry creatures who are in the mafia.

Kinks: knife, fur, handcuffs, breading, crying, slut shaming, age difference (bibble: 57 reader: 12), scwirting from male, ass eater, tip percing, denial of orgasam, daddy name.

It was a dark and very stormy night in the bibble dark scary gloomy deadly mansion, you walk up to the mansion in hopes of pegging bibble in that furry little rum of his. You knock three times, BANG, BANG, BANG. As you bang on the door all you can do is let your thought think of banging bibble and queefing as he eats your ass. The door opens but bibble is no where to be found. “Bibble” you (s)cream “bibble I need that fur rod of yours to impregnate me, I don’t care that your my daddy, I know mom has forbid us of seeing each other but I don’t care I fantasize about that tight bum hole of yours.” He walks down the stairs, in only his undies. “Y/n my darling, young, youthful, wet, slimy, daughter. I miss you and your ravishing bum, please I beg for your presence to be in my ass.” “Yes daddy” we moan out in our rich young British accent. “Now bend over my sugar plum” bibble Command with that deep sexy rough voice. We bend over showing off our peppa pig undies. “Oh! You wore my favorite-“ but he is quickly interrupted by my wet loud queef. “Oh my! How lovely” he smells it. “And don’t you just smell delicious my youngling.” As you get tired of his yapping you remember that you’re not a girl but a dashing man. A dashing young man with a third leg! Due to this new information you’ve remembered you turn around to your daddy, “daddy” you say “take of you pantys, NOW!” You yell at him tired of his chatter box. He begs for mercy but you pull out the third leg and slap his with it. “NO, YOU LISTEN TO ME DADDY. THIS IS MY MANSION YOU ARE MY SON” you decide to pretend that you are daddy and it turns bibble on quite a bit. “Yes young boy” say bibble taking of his now drenched white tidy whities. You grab his fur and yank on it, he moans “good” you say as you turn him around and bend him over smacking that vulumsious sylocon ass.

To be continued…….

A/N: guy🥺👉🏻👈🏻 this is my first fan fiction on my fav hot mafia daddy. I hope you like it I’ve been dreaming of this very story and just had to put it on paper, if you know what I mean. I know it’s not every day some one likes bibble but I’m here to change that, I love him. IM SO IN LOVE HE WANTS MEEEE. Anyways, don’t bully me im sensitive to words🙏🏻🥺.

Bye😍🎀🩷😝🙏🏻💦🥺🍆

[sweet-slut]

I need advice.. my “friends” keep making fun of me for my sub tendencies and wanting to have a Dom in the future. It rlly upsets me and I was wondering what your best advice would be?

(Srry if this is so straight forward) <3

No need to be sorry 🩷 I like to help when I can 🩷

I guess there are teasing jokes about that or mean jokes 👉🏻👈🏻 my friends sometimes make jokes about me being only into lot older guys but they are meant to be teasing and not hurtful for me 🩷

If you tell them that you don’t like it and that it makes you sad and they still continue they don’t seem to be nice friends 🩷

I’m not there so it’s always a question of the usual dynamic you have with each other 👉🏻👈🏻

But just to be clear…your wishes in life aren’t something someone should make fun of. Your ‘tendencies’ make you yourself 🩷 and just because you might have other ideas when it comes to relationships or sex doesn’t mean it’s something that should be make fun of for their amusement 🩷

Sooooo I guess my advice is always communication 🩷 talk to them and explain how it makes you feel and if they can’t stop with it or don’t respect your feelings it maybe isn’t supposed to be a friendship 🩷

[ham-st4r]

*sniff sniff*

I just read road-trip pt4 👉🏻👈🏻

TELL ME WHY THE FUCK YN WAS SO HOT???like I wouldn’t mind letting her screw me 🙈🙈

She’s so mommy material I’m fuzzy 😵‍💫and HEE WAS SO FUCKING CUTE SYCHCUCSDFFUG ALL WHINY AND SHIT can’t believe he rly almost went for another girl T T I was boiling when reading that part ✋🏻😮‍💨 even if he did he would prolly realize it’s not the same 🤷🏻‍♀️

But I love a good overstimulation 🥹🥹🤩and that last part 👀yn bouta claim her baby boy???

But yeah too dang good 🤺🤺🤺I repeat TOO GOOD

Not you switching lanes 🥴

Where all my sub hee enthusiast at? 🤭

I mean in all fairness though y/n did it first so…👀 that’s what hee thought anyway🙄 and yeah he’d def realize it’s not the same y/n just got that good good 😏

It’d only be about time🙄 I would have claimed him in part 1 but I’m desperate so don’t listen to me

I’m glad you liked it though🥺🩶 I wasn’t too happy with the outcome

[kawaiiyokaidomme]

Thinking about when I finally break down and get an irl sub again

Trying to decide if I want to choose a little plaything just for me, or one boyfriendo can play with, too 🥰👉🏻👈🏻

I don’t think he could handle seeing how sadistic I like to get, honestly, but he could just play with us sometimes…maybe comfort my toy after I’m done playing, fuck it through its sweet tears and clean it up after?

Or maybe just having him use his big, strong hands to hold my toy down for me, his low voice in their ear, telling them to hold still and breathe and take it like a good little fuckpet for us…

[good-baby-pup]

peeking from behind a door and wagging my tail shyly

hiii, my name is Sabre🐾 i’m a transmasc puppy boy. i am both a switch and a verse and i decided to make this side blog bc this interest of mine sometimes gets ahold of me and i didn’t want to clutter my main blog (starvedvampire) too much with this 👉🏻👈🏻

some things that make my tail wag! (both as sub and dom):

pet play (obviously)

corruption (little pups need to be taught what feels good!)

monsterfucking/tentacles (puppy is soooo defenseless 🥺)

breeding (usually include preg but no birthing)

cnc

humping (makes my brain turn off so good)

praise and degradation

hucow/milking (just please don’t refer to my chest as boobs, i prefer tits or even tiddies)

dumbification plus some others i’m forgetting

(also if you pull on my tail or rub my tummy i will trust you blindly)

fair warning, i will not engage in:

feederism

scat or piss

age play or race play

detrans kink

friendly reminder that while my asks and dms are open and i do enjoy flirting (pls be at least 22 and no unsolicited pics), i am in a committed, very very happy relationship with my owner @my-vampires-favourite-treat. only she gets to hold my leash at the end of the night 🖤

(tho we’re both polyamorous :3)

please remember this space is anti terf/swerf, against racism, antisemitism and zionism, p3dos, thinspo blogs and against bigots in general. if you find yourself represented in any of these categories, please leave. if you persist to interact with me, my paw will click the report button 🐾

REMEMBER THIS IS ALL PET PLAY. I DO NOT CONDONE BESTIALITY OR ANY OF THESE BEHAVIORS WITH ACTUAL ANIMALS (i mean humans are animals too but ykwim)

[whoreiaki-kakyoin]

Now that I do not have to go on anon to hide my main and I’m allowed to be unhinged more ..

Mommy Abbachio who has you ride his thigh . His fist in your hair , pulling your head back so he can spit in your mouth and watch you babble <3 the way his nylons feel against his clit absolutely has you shaking in his arms. Even after you cum he’s not letting you stop . A wicked smile on his lips “ aw , princess , mommy’s not done with you yet “

Chase I…. This would have me a total babbling mess 🥺 Abbacchio being so dominant would put me so deep in subspace 😖💕 I’d only be able to manage little whimpers and the occasional “Mommy” or “please,” but I’d struggle more and more to string words together…. Just being Mommy’s sweet little princess, so flustered and whiny as I grind myself against him 🥺❤️

[cloudyyangel]

♡ ♡ ♡

alskdhdgfl mission accomplished heheh >:3c

[mischiefm4n4ged]

400 celebration!

(This post is entirely 18+, no minors allowed!!)

Thank you for 400 followers <33 Here are some p*rn links 👉🏻👈🏻Um… yeah I’m a hore and I wanna peg every single one of these men

Edit: some links might not work anymore

Harry Potter

Pegging Power bottom!Harry

Sub!harry making his mommy feel good (I DIED FOR THE GLASSES PART)

Riding Harry for the first time

Punishing sub!Harry

Spending Christmas at the Potters and having to stay quiet in Harry’s room

Sitting on dilf!Harry’s face

Fucking you under the fairy lights

Draco Malfoy

Tying up and overstimulating sub!draco (bdsm)

Best fwb!draco in your bedroom

The way he is insulting her 😳

Fingering you

pegging him as a reward

He has a daddy kink, surprise surprise

Picnic at Malfoy manor

Remus Lupin

Sub!Remus has an attitude

Make out session with young Remus lupin

Professor!remus sneaks you into his private bathroom to blow of some steam

Pegging Remus for the first time

Making sure you look like this before every full moon

Takes his anger out by fucking you hard

James Potter

Edging sub!James and then ruining his orgasm

James using you to get off

Spanking sub!james because he tried to get off without you

James teasing your pussy

Pegging loud sub!James

Um…wonder why the door is banging

Sirius Black

Sirius sneaking you into his bedroom at grimmauld place and you need to be quiet to his parents don’t hear you

Making out with Sirius (the way he is licking her is giving padfoot behavior lmaoo)

Dbf!Sirius fucking you after teasing him at a party

Just…dbf!sirius pt.2

First time with bf Sirius

Sirius punishing you

Bottom!sirius (bdsm)

Lily evans

Lily fucks you good

Eating sub!lily out

Poly

dbf!remus and dbf!sirius using you

Dilfs Remus and James sneak into your bedroom

Jamesxremusxlilyxyou lol

Sirius fucking you while James watches bc that’s what bsf do

[greenorangevioletgrass]

BRO, ik I told you already but part two was SO good (like, not that I expected else but damn), I already reread the whole story haha

I'd love to read the blurb for "From Eden" by Hozier.

For reasons 👉🏻👈🏻

Luv uuu! 💕

Ho-ho-hozier! It’s the god of filthy sex and poetics, so what better way to celebrate his music with some sexy time???

warnings: rooster is promoted, also rooster is a goodboi, smut [sub!rooster, softdom!reader, dirty talk, praise, orgasm denial, face sitting, unprotected sex]

***

Bali is heaven.

The infinity pool in your ocean-view villa sits right at the edge of the cliff with the beach down below, you’re a short scooter ride away from bars and restaurants and shops—although you spend most of your time staying in, fucking like rabbits…

“Mrs. Bradshaw,” he gushes as he lies back against the headboard, admiring how the white silk chemise falls over your curves. The V-neck dips low, down to your torso, and trimmed with lace. It’s so simple and classy and in the soft glow of the night lamp, you look positively angelic.

“Commander Bradshaw,” you throw a lazy two-finger salute as you walk over to him, climbing onto his lap.

His rough hands glide softly against the fabric over your thigh. It’s just a tad longer than your other lingerie pieces, and it’s somehow driving him nuts. “God, I can’t wait to ruin you in this,” he growls into your lips, seizing you into a searing kiss.

“Bold of you to assume I’m not the one ruining you.” you pull away with a coy smirk.

And if he was nuts before, he’s gone completely batshit now. “Oh?”

“Mm-hm.” you run your manicured nails along his abs, “In fact, why don’t we play a little game right now?”

You shift a little and feel him stiffening against your ass. He is fucked. “I’m, uh, I’m listening.”

“I’m gonna spoil you tonight,” you state simply, purring in his ear. “With my hands, my mouth, my cunt…” you nibble his earlobe and you know you’ve got him —hook, line and sinker.

“What’s the catch?”

“The catch?” you hum in contemplation as you shift lower and lower until you’re level with his cock. All veiny and hard and leaking at the tip. You take him in your mouth, a lot of him at once, and he hisses between his teeth. “You can’t curse.”

“What the f—”

“Ah. Quitting already?” you tear your mouth off of him just as swiftly, raising your eyebrow at him in challenge.

He clenches his jaw and he answers, almost petulantly, “No.”

“Good boy,” and just before you return your mouth to his cock, “At ease, sailor.”

“I’m an aviator.”

“Whatever.”

He scoffs, equally offended and aroused by how easily you dismissed him, although it’s soon replaced with a gasp as he hits the back of your throat. Jesus Christ. You’ve got his brain in his mouth, and right now he can’t think. His mind is hazy on chasing the pleasure in the warmth of your mouth.

And as his hand finds the back of your head, a devilish smile blooms on your lips. You let go of him, relishing in the frustrated whine he makes, and grabs his wrist. “Rule number two: no touching.”

“Are you fu—” he stops, catching himself, and takes a bracing breath. “Are you serious?”

“Deadly.”

“You know I’m a lot stronger than you, right?”

“I know, but…” you hum, casually stroking along his length, “I’ve also got my hand wrapped around your dick, baby. Literally and figuratively. And if you so much as graze a finger on me or say a bad word, then it’s game over. You understand?”

He hates you so much. “Fine,” he begrudgingly obliges. But of course, he’s not gonna go down without a fight. “If I’m good to you, will you let me inside you?”

Just as you figured out how to flip the switch in him, he also knows how to get under your skin. And he knows that you’re also struggling to resist him.

“You’ll have to get me nice and ready first.” You push him so he’s lying on his back.

He already knows what’s coming, even before you clamber up, hiking the dress to expose your glistening folds, and he has to consciously bite his tongue to keep from swearing. He knows if he just opens his mouth, you’ll drip right onto him and he’ll lose it.

“You remember your rules?”

“No cursing, no touching.”

“You remember how to tap out?”

He snaps his fingers three times.

“Mm. Gonna ride your face now, okay?”

Rooster nods, looking up your skirt earnestly. Eyes falling closed when his tongue finds your slit. For a moment, the torture seems worth it. Yes, he’s about to cut his hand open by digging his nails so deep as he fists the bed sheets. And yes, he’s thinking about all the curse words known to man. But she’s also grinding into his face, fingers buried in his hair, sighing out shit baby I’m gonna fucking cum fuck fuck fuck—

If he ever drowns in your pussy, he figures it’s the best way to go.

You move down to his lap again, a little less graceful this time having just come down from an orgasm. Kissing away the arousal smeared on the corners of his mouth, his chin, his nose.

“Good boy…” you soothe a hand along his face. “Guess it’s time for your reward, huh?”

He leans up, chasing you for a proper kiss. “Yes, please.”

And as you sit on his cock, taking all of him inside you, a single strap of your dress slides off of your shoulder, exposing your hard nipple on top of the soft swell of your tits. He’s not sure whether it’s you or God or both, but he’s this close to coming.

And you can see that. Hell, you can feel it. And of course, you’d try to hold it against you. “Oh! Almost forgot to tell you the last rule.”

Fuck.

“No cumming until I say you can.”

His head falls back against the pillow with a groan.

“Told you I was gonna ruin you,” you goad him smugly.

The rules do not apply to you —you’re free to touch and curse and come as you please. Rubbing your clit and rolling your hips and bouncing on his dick like your life depends on it. And through it all, you count how many times he got close and begs for release.

“Baby please, I’m gonna—“

“Aw, but you look so good like this, Roo.” Chest heaving, cheeks blushing, eyes watery and unfocused from your undoing. “Just give me one more, okay? One more, and then I’ll let you fill me up with your cum and watch it leak out of me.”

“Oh my God…” he nods weakly, letting you bring him to the edge, and pull back until the sudden loss of sensation sets him on fire.

He’s shivering under you, flexing inside you, and you’re certain he’s aching now. With your thighs clamped securely on his waist, you flip the two of you over so he’s on top.

“Go on. Cum inside me, Bradley.”

In the years of your relationship, you mostly refer to him by Roo, an affectionate form of his callsign, or other terms of endearment such as baby, sweetheart, etc. Bradley is strictly saved for special occasions, and right now it sets something off in his head.

Something that drives his hips to slam into you at an ungodly speed. Fucking you so good that you’ve forgotten the rules you set for him, and guides his hand between your legs.

“Sweetheart, I’m gonna cum,” he pants out, pressing your clit just a touch harder. And as your walls clench around him, it’s game over. “Fuck!”

He swears he blacks out for a moment, and when he comes to, his whole body weight flops on top of you. He tries to lift himself off of you, but you whimper. Wrapping your limbs around his back.

“It’s okay, baby. Just… just stay here for a sec.” You run your hand gently along his spine, nails lightly scratching his skin.

And in the arms of his wife, devilish as she might be underneath the angelic facade, he finds peace.

[littleoddwriter]

edward nashton x angel!reader? (could be metaphorically or literally) 😳 where he asks forgiveness and the angel releases his sins in a UHMMMM way? 👉🏻👈🏻 (beautiful seggs)

Forgiveness | Edward Nashton/The Riddler x Angel!GenderNeutral!Reader | N/SFW (18+)

Hey there! Thanks for the request, I really hope you like it! I kinda left it open to interpretation whether or not Reader is really an angel or not, heh. :')

summary; After Eddie kills the mayor, he asks you for your forgiveness. Minors DNI.

notes; Angel!Gender Neutral!Reader; No specified terms for Reader's Genitalia; Religious Themes; Sins and Forgiveness; Sexual Activities; Light Dom/Sub; Light BDSM; Bondage; Penetrative Sex; Riding; Coming Inside; Unprotected Sex; Crying; Begging; Short Fic.

To Edward you were an angel. If you truly were one or not, he didn’t know, and he was okay with not knowing. 

All that mattered was how gentle and kind, yet fierce and righteous you were. 

You fought for what was right. You treated him with kindness. You loved him. 

And in turn, he loved you to pieces. He felt it with every fibre of his being. He was obsessed with you. 

And he knew that he was lucky to have you at all. You could have chosen anybody else, but you chose him. That definitely made you an angel in his eyes. 

A saving grace. 

That was exactly what you were and what you were doing right now. You were saving him, like the angel that you were.

After he killed the mayor, he felt relieved, good even; but he knew it was wrong. Murder was a sin.

Would you hate him for what he’s done? 

As it turned out, though, you didn’t hate him. You helped him forgive. You freed him from his sins.

The method might have been strange to others, but not to him. This was exactly what he needed. 

He needed to feel you around him. He needed to let you take control. And he needed you to tell him that he was good, that he was forgiven. 

Thus, he was currently lying on his back with you on top of him, straddling him as you fucked yourself on his hard cock. His wrists were crossed and tied to the headboard of his bed. That was something he’s asked for. Ed knew he couldn’t keep his hands off of you, and this was both punishment and an attempt to save his soul after his deed. He couldn’t allow himself to touch you with his filthy, blood-stained hands until he was clean again. 

Your hands weren’t touching him either, as you supported yourself by holding onto the mattress below him. 

Groaning, Edward involuntarily thrust up his hips, meeting you on your way down. Skin slapped against skin, creating a loud, harsh sound in the room. Both of you moaned in unison. 

“Please,” he pleaded, sobbing it out over and over again, “Please, please, please.” Tears had gathered in his eyes and started to slip, rolling down the side of his head and disappearing into his hair. 

“‘Please’ what, Edward?” you retorted, fucking yourself hard and fast with his cock, as though he wasn’t a real person beneath you, worthy of pleasure. And he wasn’t, was he? He didn’t deserve it. Not after what he’s done.

“Please forgive me,” he begged, “Forgive me. Please! I’m sorry for what I’ve done. He deserved it. I had to do it. Please. You have to forgive me!”

Moaning above him, you looked down at him. 

At last, you touched him with your hands. Stopping your brutal rhythm, you just sat on him and brought your hands up to his face. Gently, you wiped his tears away and combed his sweaty bangs to the side.

“Sh, sh, sh,” you shushed him softly, “I know, baby. I know.”

Slowly, you rotated your hips, making Ed moan quietly.

“Come for me and you’ll be forgiven,” you told him decidedly, keeping a steady pace.

It was over as soon as it had begun.

Edward couldn’t hold back anymore and came deep inside you, moaning and writhing beneath you, as he strained against the rope that bound him to the headboard. He was desperate to feel your skin under his fingertips. 

“Good boy, Eddie,” you smiled, raising your body to let his softening cock slip out of you. Then you loosened the rope to free his hands. “You are forgiven.”

“Thank you,” Edward whispered and immediately brought his hands up to pull you down on top of him, chest to chest, so he could kiss you, while he let his hands roam your body. “I love you. Thank you so much,” he murmured in-between kisses.

At last, he felt clean again. 

[sensitivegoblin]

All about Moi

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Name: Goblin :)

Age: 25

Pronouns: he/him/they

Gender: ??? Most times I feel like a gay guy but sometimes 💕💫I'm just a girl💫💕

Sexuality: homosexual no matter what

Role: Lee/Bottom/Sub/Puppy

Looking for: a casual Dom/Switch realtionship

Basically i just need someone to go to when im horny n sad😭

But i do give back generously👉🏻👈🏻

Hobbies: crocheting, digital art, video games, reading, tiktoking, makeup, Fortnite, weed, pencil drawing, trying to get back into writing

Kinks: tickling, teasing, edging, denial, control, hypno, various pet play, feet, praise, spanking, bondage, nipple play, socks

Interests: SpongeBob, Survivor, Sharks, horror movies, crocheting, miniatures, collecting, weird music, makeup, YouTube, squishmallows, animals, aliens and cryptids, conspiracy theories, thrifting, art, asmr, tiktok, below deck, Hells Kitchen, family guy, fortnite, Bender from Futurama, film/television, yarn

Aesthetics: green, mushrooms, tomboy, rainbow, kidcore, goblin, crunchy, weed, gay mess, Shaggy from Scooby Doo, bad ass, sody pop, bugless nature, grass, willow trees, matcha, animals, homey, comfy cozy, peppermint, Christmas trees, short painted nails, Angel from Hazbin Hotel, green apple, lil guy, HammerHead (sorry I love cringe hyper aesthetics it's fun way to describe one self)

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This blog is mostly gonna be sexual 24/7 sorry

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