#post hard post fast no mercy

[mo-hawk]

Demetri in season 2 be like

[toxictrannyfreak]

I strongly feel that in Hawk’s evil bitch s3 era he gets super into American Idiot. Stewing in his room punching the wall like no one understands me… I’m so alternative while listening to one of the biggest hit albums of the 21st century. When Demetri tells him it got a musical adaptation he gets so mad he punches Kyler

[dirt-str1der]

Boys were invented for me to chase around the nightmare woods with a big knife and blunderbuss

[sinatoru]

౨ৎ ⊹˚⋆ ❛ HARD LOVE，❜ - boys who look like soft doms but in reality love it rough.

contains: smut, fem!reader, hard dom, rough sex, very much implied spanking, daddy usage on himself

notes: my monthly post bc school is like kicking my ass esp with grad coming up... also sry to mentions i ignored lolol i've been going thru it

he'll go easy, it's our first time. you think to yourself. but little did you know he'd be fucking your brains out that night.

"not too- fast!" you squealed into the soft pillow of his bed, clutching onto the sheets for mercy as you found yourself getting fucked face down and ass up on your fourth date.

a breathy laugh echoed through the room along with the sound of repeated skin slapping. his thumb caressing the red hand prints embedded on your soft cheeks, admiring what he had done.

pleasure and pain surged through your body. you knew he was big, but not this big. his cock stretched your pussy out past its limits at this point. like a shoe 3 sizes too small, you'd wriggle, and wriggling, shove your foot in basically... you get the idea.

his length continued to hit your cervix every time he plunged your ass into his pelvis, soliloquies came out of your mouth without question. his neighbors are surely going to complain. he'd thrust into you quick and hard you felt so overstimulated to the point you could barely fathom what was happening.

he stayed silent the whole time, only making groans and huffs from time to time, until he muttered under his breath.

"sweet girl, s' fucking good for daddy."

he fisted your hair, forcing you to look back at the needy expression he had on his face. so vulnerable yet stern. your mouth was ajar as you moaned out meaningless words to him, staring into his shrouded eyes.

you mewled, tightened around his cock, trying to milk out more of that sweet feeling he gave you with every push into your cunt. his dick was lathered in your juices as it went in and out so smoothly. it pressed so harshly against your velvety walls that you could just feel his big vein.

"i- 'm about to-" was all you managed to say. your back arched downward as you scrunched up, satisfaction vibrating everywhere, even your hands. his breath became heavier as he too was approaching.

nothing could replicate the pure euphoria you felt right then.

"oh please, cumming- hard-" you felt his liquid seep into your cunt as you wrung each other dry of any cum that was left, the hot and sticky goodness dripped onto the bedding.

if his dick was this good every time you might as well just marry him already.

[svtcrus]

ANYTHING FOR MY BABY | gojo satoru x afab!reader

note : dom!satoru , oral (f!recieving), p0rn w/out plot, slight dacryphilia

a / n : I want him so bad yall what the fuck was episode9. 20 seconds of him panting dude🧎🧎🧎anyways here's a small gift before I post a full smut of him for the event :)

pussy drunk!satoru whose enjoying to the lewd loud sounds that escape from those sweet lips of yours.

pussy drunk!satoru whose eating up every crevice of your sopping pussy, loving how you taste.

pussy drunk!satoru who growls at how you clench around his wet muscle. sending vibrations to your pussy which only makes you shake more.

he's gasping for air as he partially breaks a way, a string of slick mixed with spit trails from his swollen lips.

"m'almost done sweets, shit.." he's huffing yet it doesn't stop him from diving back in between you once more. satoru just loves feeling the way you encase him around your thighs. all while he can only peep those gorgeous blues up to your face scrunching solely due to his tongue.

he's licking you in such fast motions, then he's suckling onto you just to edge you on a bit more. god, you're so perfect for him. whining and whimpering because you take his mouth so well. what would you look like when you take his cock? fuck, he can't wait.

satoru moans not only from his fantasy, but from you pulling so tightly onto the locks of his hair, begging him for more.

anything for his obedient girl.

so he pushes himself deeper, hands clawing onto to the warmth of your skin, tongue prodding so well into that wet hole of yours. his hold on you is getting more harsher by the minute,—but your mind does not fret at the marks, your just as drunk on his tongue as he is for your pussy. the way he was touching you, eating you out, you were in such ecstasy.—hips grinding onto his mouth wanting to cum so fucking bad.

it's like a raging fire lit in him. despite your skin clenching his head so hard as you shook feverishly, he was still slurping onto your sopping pussy. wet lips feeling you up as he devours every drip of cum that threatened to seep out. he loves being trapped beneath you, watching you, hearing you, all at his mercy. loves seeing your tear stricken face, fighting the overstimulation through bitten bleeding lips.

satoru only stops once he's finished with his fill. he's so drunk on your sweetness, he'll never hesitate to eat you out even while his own dick was pulsating to be touched. satoru would do anything to give you what you wanted in bed, for he loves hearing those lewd pleasantries you moan aloud for him.

"we're only getting started sweetheart."

©️ svtcrus || 09.23.24

do not copy, use, or plagiarize my work.

[bamfkeeper]

You were taken and Kurt does everything he can to to get you back.

I wanted to write something like this since the post where he sees you get hurt and goes nuts. This is sorta like that but more extreme. A little darker than what I've written before. Please skip this one if the warnings make you uncomfortable. There might be a part two that features more recovery, maybe. Idk yet we will see.

Warnings: Gender neutral mutant!reader, kidnapping, descriptions of injury, creepy soldiers, violence, mutant prejudice (the term 'mutie' is used), mentions/descriptions of physical abuse via soldiers to reader, good ending I promise, unedited (at this point please just expect it lmao I never edit my writing bc I'm lazy).

WC: 3.4k

It happened so fast, a blur of motion and confusion. You barely had time to react before you were snatched from the comforting surroundings of your bedroom and forcefully shoved into a heavily armored vehicle. The interior was cramped, filled to the brim with men in imposing uniforms, their expressions stern and unyielding. You looked up at all of them, your heart pounding in your chest.

Your powers were gone, they had put that damn collar on you, the one designed to nullify your abilities. In that moment, you felt completely and utterly helpless, stripped of your defenses and at the mercy of your captors. They knew it too.

"Poor thing. It doesn't know what to do, does it?" one of them snickered at you, his voice dripping with mockery and malice, making you shiver with a mix of disgust and fear. The man's voice was so vile it made you want to vomit, and the way he looked at you made you feel profoundly uncomfortable. You were helpless, bound on the cold, hard ground of the van, as all of these soldiers kept their disgusting, predatory gazes glued on you, watching you squirm in agony and distress on the floor.

The air was thick with the stench of sweat and metal, amplifying your sense of dread and making your situation feel even more hopeless. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, each beat echoing in your ears as you desperately wished for some form of escape, but there was none. The soldiers' laughter and jeers filled the back of the van, and you felt even more distressed.

"You're a cute mutie, you know that? Most of 'em you can tell are filthy things, but you...you're one of the attractive ones, aren't you?" one soldier spoke. His words were condescending and cruel despite what he said. The tone of his voice carried a sharp edge, filled with disdain and mockery. He looked you up and down with a sneer, observing you with distain and annoyance.

His comrades stood by, chuckling and nodding in agreement, their eyes filled with the same mixture of contempt and amusement. His expression growing more malicious with each passing second, his boot lifted and kicked you slightly. "Are you going to speak, or are you mute, just like a dumb animal?" he asked sharply.

You took a sharp inhale, your chest rising and falling quickly as you tried to steady your nerves. The air felt thick, almost suffocating, as you made a conscious effort to avoid interacting with them at all. The last thing you wanted was to provoke them and risk any form of retaliation.

Your throat was dry, and you could feel your heart pounding in your ears as you swallowed thickly. "N-no..." you managed to let out in a quiet, shaky whisper, barely audible but enough to convey your reluctance and fear.

A sharp sting to your cheek as one of them swung their baton across your face, the impact reverberating through your skull. The blow was so hard it jerked your head to the side with brutal force, and your temple slammed painfully into the cold, unforgiving floor of the van. You could feel the rough texture of the metal against your skin, the scent of dirty leather and iron filled your nostrils, adding to the disorienting pain.

He scoffed, the sound filled with disdain, his eyes holding nothing but cruel amusement and a twisted sense of superiority. "Pathetic freak," he spat, the words dripping with contempt and malice.

The ride was unbearably long and dreary, stretching on for what felt like an eternity. You laid on the cold, hard floor of the van silently, trying to block out the incessant comments and remarks they made about you and your appearance. Their voices dripped with eager malice as they spoke about the brazen and disgusting things they wanted to do to you, each word sending a shiver down your spine and making you want to curl up into a tight ball and hide from the world.

After what seemed like endless hours of discomfort, the van finally slowed to a stop. You were roughly dragged out of it, your legs refusing to cooperate after being forced to lay in such an uncomfortable position for so long. The sun had set the world into a foggy darkness, the only lights illuminating the area were from the large bunker that was build into the wall of a large mountain, guarded with armored vehicles and more men in uniforms.

You struggled to regain your bearings as they pulled you forward, your body aching and your mind reeling from the ordeal. They forcefully walked you inside the huge doors that were drawn open, jerking you around with a roughness that made it hard to keep your composure. Their hands grasped you firmly, their hands groping your body as you struggled against their grip, trying desperately to maintain a calm façade.

Your brave face was beginning to falter, and it became increasingly evident that your terror was rapidly growing. Despite your best efforts, you couldn't hide the fact that fear was taking over, creeping into every corner of your mind.

They walked you to a wall of cells, which stretched endlessly in both directions, each one containing a mutant. Some cells already held mutants who were caged and looked absolutely horrible, as if they had been there for a long time. The conditions of the cells varied greatly; some were sterile and clean, while others were more run-down and dilapidated, as if the guards had no fear that the mutant inside would ever escape.

The air was thick with the smell of decay and neglect. Most of the mutants didn't move or look up; they were either lying down or sitting in a posture of utter defeat. Their eyes were vacant, their spirits broken, and it seemed as though hope had long since abandoned them. The overall atmosphere was one of despair and abandonment, a stark reminder of the cruelty inflicted upon them.

"What is this place?" you asked, attempting to sound firm and confident. However, your voice betrayed you, emerging as meek and afraid instead. The man holding you chuckled in amusement at your fear as he opened the heavy, creaking door to your chosen cell.

"Your new home, mutant. Get comfortable," he sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. With a rough shove, he threw you onto the cold, hard ground. The impact knocked the wind out of you as you landed with a thud. The man then unsheathed a gleaming blade, its edge catching the dim light.

He began to cut through the coarse ropes that bound your body, each slice of the blade careless. He didn’t care if he nicked you, and he did a few times. You flinched as the blade cut your skin, the sharp jerks and sawing through the ropes stabbed into you as you let out sharp hisses and pained gasps.

The man continued as if he weren't hurting you, and he scoffed with each noise you made. "If you sat still this wouldn't have happened," he grabbed one of your bleeding arms and he held it up.

"What do you want from me?" Your voice whined out, desperate for answers. None of their uniforms gave their organization away, and you had no idea what they wanted with you. The room was dimly lit, casting eerie shadows on the walls, which only added to the sense of dread you felt. The man just stood up, shrugging nonchalantly as if this entire situation was a routine matter for him.

"Nothing important. Whatever the boss wants," he replied, his voice dripping with apathy. "We do anything to your kind, and no one will come for you. We won't be charged with any crimes, you aren't people. You're nothing to us, and soon we will exterminate your species and we will be the supreme race on the planet again."

His words cut through the air like a knife, making it hard to breathe. You could see the cold determination in his eyes, a reflection of a deeply ingrained hatred. It was clear that they had been planning this for a long time, and you were just another pawn in their grand scheme. The thought of being part of such a ruthless plan made your stomach churn, but there was nothing you could do but listen and hope for a chance to escape.

The days melded together in an indistinguishable blur, and your concept of time dissipated. Every single day, you were visited by the men, who would unceremoniously drag you into a sterile lab filled with cold, clinical instruments.

There, a man wearing white would subject you to various invasive procedures, poking and prodding you with sharp tools that seemed designed to maximize your agony. They took many things from you—blood, tissue samples, and even bone marrow—leaving you feeling increasingly depleted and always somewhat wounded and weak.

Your time in this nightmarish place was exactly what mutantkind was afraid of, what you were afraid of, filled with relentless suffering, and they showed no sign of compassion or concern for the excruciating pain they inflicted upon you.

You were beaten regularly, just like the rest of the mutants being held captive in the facility. Every day, they came to your cell with their batons, mercilessly laying into you until your skin changed colors from the bruises. They were relentless, you were kicked and hit repeatedly, dragged by your hair across the cold, hard floors, thrown against the walls, and tossed around like a ragdoll.

You were barely fed, only given tasteless slop that had the consistency of old paste and looked anywhere from white to grey mush. This so-called "food" was just enough to keep you from starving, but not enough to ever feel full or satisfied. The meals were infrequent and meager, purposefully designed to keep you in a state of constant hunger and weakness.

They wanted to ensure that your body remained perpetually frail, as if the collar around your neck didn't already make you harmless enough for them. This deliberate deprivation was a method of control, a way to break down your spirit and ensure that you remained too weak to resist or fight back.

You were so tired.

The torment seemed endless. You swore that if they didn't need to take samples from your body nearly every day for their experiments, they would have taken pleasure in killing you outright. The relentless abuse was a constant reminder of your helplessness, and the fact that you couldn't fight back killed you inside.

Collared, drugged, and experimented on like some kind of helpless animal, it seemed like there was no end to the torment. They groped and touched you in ways you didn't want, and it was clear they had no regard for your consent or well-being. The very sight of your discomfort brought them pleasure, and they made sure you knew it every step of the way. Their methods were devised and precise; deeply psychological torment designed to break your spirit and make you feel utterly powerless.

As much as you hated it, it worked.

Their methods proved to be highly effective, gradually wearing you down over time. You could feel yourself slowly succumbing to their demands, submitting to what they wanted from you. Perhaps it was a defense mechanism that your brain instinctively resorted to in order to cope with the relentless torture and abuse. After enduring for such a long period, you found that you had no fight left within you, completely drained of the will to resist.

Red alarms blared loudly, their piercing sound cutting through the silence and yanking you from a rare slumber. Startled, you blinked awake, though your vision was slightly corrupted by the bruises and swollen skin, especially around your dominant eye, which throbbed painfully.

Groggily, your head rose from the cold, hard floor, confusion flooding your mind as you tried to process your surroundings. The distant sounds of fighting drifted to your ears from the direction of your cell, adding to the disorientation and making you wonder what the hell was happening beyond the confines of your small, dimly-lit prison.

You felt your body flinch violently as something large and heavy slammed into the room where the cells were located. The sudden noise echoed through the small, confined space, sending a chill down your spine. Instinctively, you crawled into the nearest corner and curled up there, trying to make yourself as small and inconspicuous as possible.

You had learned from experience that the precious visits from the men were less painful if you were already huddled against the wall, minimizing the areas they could hit with their fists or batons. The cold, hard surface of the wall offered a strange sense of comfort, even as fear and uncertainty gnawed at you.

The the heavy, metallic sound of your cell door creaking open, and instinctively, your entire body tensed up, bracing for yet another brutal attack from the armed men who derived joy from taunting and tormenting you. You prepared yourself for the rough hands and the mocking jeers that usually followed. But this time, instead of the expected harsh touches and cruel laughter, you were met with something entirely different—a voice you hadn't expected to hear again.

"Liebe..." the voice whispered weakly, the word hanging in the air like a fragile thread of hope. Puzzled and intrigued, you slowly pulled your head out from its tucked, defensive position and glanced toward the source of the unexpected whisper. The sight that met your eyes made you freeze.

Kurt stood in shock, his eyes glued to your fragile, timid form curled on the floor. The scene overwhelmed him, causing his breath to hitch in his throat. He slowly knelt down, every movement deliberate as if sudden actions might shatter the fragile peace. His hands, steady yet trembling with restrained emotion, gently set his swords on the floor with a quiet clink that echoed in the silence. "Liebe...y/n..." he rasped quietly, his voice a soft whisper, trying his best to sound calm and composed despite the complete internal storm of rage and anguish brewing within him.

His heart ached with as he reached out, his fingers hovering just above your form, not wanting to startle you further. You stared with uncertainty, your body naturally flinching away, so used to a heavy hand and harsh touches that left you in anguish. For some reason, your brain couldn't differentiate between your lover and the men who had been torturing you.

"I-It's me, Kurt..." he said with a pained strain, his voice cracking as if it hurt to speak, "It's okay...I'm here now." He muttered, his hand gently touching your bruised body, his fingers trembling slightly as if afraid to cause you more pain. You made a quiet whine, a soft sound that conveyed both your relief and your lingering fear. Looking at him and realizing that he had come to you, that he was truly here, you felt a wave of emotion wash over you.

He was here, and you were safe.

The room around you seemed to blur as the significance of his presence settled in, the promise of protection and care easing the tension consuming you. A cry escaped your throat and you fell into him, his arms instantly wrapped around your body, his tail following suit. "Shh, sh...Es ist okay, ich bin jetzt hier." he whispered, trying his best to soothe you while your cheeks dampened with tears.

He held you tightly and let you cry, feeling the tremors of your sobs against his chest. He could hear the terror and desperation in your muffled wails, each one a heartbreaking testament to your pain. Your arms and hands gripped him, but your hold was weak, your strength sapped by the inhumane treatment you endured. You were in dire need of medical attention, evident from your pale complexion and labored breathing. Despite this, he didn't want to let go yet; he wanted to keep you in his arms, so afraid to let go and lose you again.

"You're safe now, liebling," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. "Oh... I was so scared... so terribly scared I might not reach you in time." His heart ached with the memory of the fear and helplessness he had felt, and he vowed never to let you out of his sight again.

"Let's go...hold on..." he said, gripping you tightly as his tail moved and wrapped securely around his swords. With a swift motion, he teleported you to the jet. The floor beneath you was hard and unyielding, but the environment around you was far more welcoming and comforting than the cold, harsh cell that had been stained with your own blood.

He leaned back to grab something, his arms unwrapping from your body, but your grip grew stronger on him. "No...no, don't go," you were desperate for him, so terrified of his absence, your mind was in pieces, the aftermath of the torture you went through on full display as you became more and more attached to his presence. Needing him like he were the only thing keeping you from drowning in the thrashing waters that plagued your thoughts.

"I'm not going anywhere, schatz... I am just getting a blanket for you," Kurt soothed reassuringly. His tail, nimble and gentle, reached out to grab the blanket so his arms could remain wrapped securely around you, providing a sense of comfort and stability that you desperately needed. He carefully grabbed the soft blanket and draped it over you, making sure you were warm, and continued to hold you close against his body in a protective embrace.

The presence of the other X-Men in the jet went by unnoticed by you, They started up the jet and began the flight back towards the mansion where you could be properly treated. Right now, your only focus was on Kurt, his presence and touch being the only things grounding you in that moment of anxiety.

As you finally began to give in to the much-needed sleep your body was desperate for, your eyes caught a glimpse of the swords Kurt had carried with him into the facility. Their brilliant, silver shine was now dulled with the stains of crimson, splattered and smeared across the once pristine blades, telling a silent tale of what transpired before he found you. You blinked, trying to focus more on them, but his tail pushed them out of view, obscuring the unsettling sight.

Kurt didn't want you to witness the sheer carnage he had wrought, as he was completely blinded by a bitter and relentless rage that consumed him entirely. In his fury, he slaughtered so many men that he lost count, not even realizing the extent of his actions. All he could think about was wanting you back in his arms, where you would be safe and protected from the horrors that had befallen you. His blades were stained with the hateful blood of those men who had caused you so much harm, and he felt a twisted sense of satisfaction, even though deep down he knew it was wrong.

But he didn't care about the morality of his actions, not now at least. Seeing you so badly hurt had ignited a fire within him, a burning guilt that was only somewhat lifted by the vengeance he exacted. His mind was clouded, but in the chaos, all he wanted was get you home safe where you could be treated. None of the other X-Men dared say a word to him about what happened, by the time they arrived to help Kurt had already went through the men with ease, his blind rage driving him to kill to get to you.

He carefully adjusted his hold, making sure that you could lay your head more comfortably against him. He wanted to ensure that you couldn't see the gleaming blades. His expression was a complex mixture of trouble and deep worry, reflecting the weight of the situation and his concern for your well-being. Leaning closer, he whispered softly, "Rest, liebe... we will get you fixed up soon. Just hold on a little longer..."

You couldn't argue with him now. Your body was in need of rest and you finally felt safe enough to fall asleep. It was such a relief to sleep without worrying about someone coming in and hurting you. You closed your eyes as he held you tight, whispering sweet nothings to you as you slowly allowed your body to fall into a deep slumber. All you knew now was that you had a long recovery ahead of you, and he would be by your side the entire time.

Thanks for reading.

*BAMF*

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[unohanasblade]

The cute little girl misbehaved.

Synopsis: you messed up a pretty important dinner with your partner’s boss and it’s only fair they now take it out on you. Maybe you learned your lesson, or maybe you will keep on misbehaving to get another ride on their wicked carousel.

Warnings: fem!reader, vaginal sex, use of dildo, vaginal penetration, gagging the partner with a rag, spanking, hair pulling, overstimulation, spit as lube, vaginal fingering, public sex, manhandling, oral sex (fem!reader received it), rope as a restrain for your wrists, the partner is described with they/them pronouns because it could be either a woman or a man.

N.B: the list of characters I’ve thought about is at the bottom of this post.

Those luscious lips glistened under the silver rays of the moon, as your partner loomed over your frame to let you see what a mess you had made of their face. Your hands binded behind your back restrained your movements, your body their canvas to paint. You felt two digits probbing at your soaked entrance, circling your velvet cavern before sinking into it. You had lost the count of how many times you had seen the stars that night. Literally.

“You’re dripping”.

Their voice made you flinch, toes curling as you silently pleaded them to finally fill you up. You squirmed around, tears prickling at your lashes and copiously streaming down your cheeks, hoping they would finally fulfill your desire to feel them deep inside of you. No mercy was reserved to you and your doomed soul, though. You were at your limit, writhing like a leaf before a stronger gust of wind blew it off of a naked branch of a tree. Naked on the porch for everyone to see, you hoped people were fast asleep and not roaming down the streets at such a late hour.

A slap onto your oversensitive pussy made you whimper out, their fingers slipping out of your core to spread your labia. You felt something warm dripping over your pubes and dribbling down to your puffy lips. Saliva, it was their saliva. You stayed silent, watching them smearing it over your clitoris in circular motions. You began to whine, biting onto the rag they had shoved into your mouth because you weren’t apparently obedient enough to shut up.

“I won’t fuck you, if that’s what you wish for. You don’t deserve it” they said coolly, hand reaching up to grab a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back. You knew what they meant. They desired nothing more than stuff you full, but you had really crossed the lines earlier. They had asked you to behave, the dinner you had attended was important for their carreer. And what did you do instead of sitting at their right and limiting yourself to listen and eat?

You had tried to catch their attention by flirting with their future boss.

Furious beyond your imagination, they had been taking out their frustration on you since you had stepped back into your house. You mumbled a protest, as they sat behind you and pushed you forward harshly. Your cheek met the hard wood, probably a bruise was about to form on your cheekbone, greeting you in the morning. A slap on your rear made you jolt forwards, muffled whimpers leaving your throat, until you felt them shove something deep into your pussy. Your eyes widened, the stretch leaving you out of breath as you wriggled your waist to manifest your discomfort.

“Seven inches of dildo and you whimper out like a cat in heat. Insatiable, my lil’ slut who doesn’t know how to keep her legs closed” they reasoned, slipping the toy out only to leave the bulbous tip buried into you, before slamming it back inside wholly.

Your cunt clenched around the length, sucking it in, your thighs trembling while your ears were pierced by the obscene squelching sounds of your hole being brutalized. They scoffed, spreading your ass cheeks to have a better look at the toy disappearing into your pussy, stretching it so deliciously in front of their cold eyes. You didn’t expect them to reach their hands out and untie your hands, but when they told you the reason behind that gesture, you didn’t hesitate to comply to their request.

“Keep your cheeks spread, I need to see how you cum” they ordered you, watching how your tiny hands grasped the swells of your cheeks and kept them apart for them to admire their sacrilegious work of art.

The toy was pushed back deep into you fluidly, no resistance coming from your inner walls, while your hole accomodated to its size immediately. Delight washed over your body, eyes screwed shut, whilst you bit harshly onto the rag in your mouth. You were on the brink of coming undone and they knew it. The fine art of breaking you down and building you up afterwards was thrilling. Admittedly, they awaited for you to disobey them for relinquishing the sight of you whimpering for them, sprawled over the nearest surface like a meal for them to feast on. They wondered how far they could push you before you broke. But after all it was enough.

They thrusted the dildo into you harder, stimulating your g-spot on repeat, until they spotted your arousal gushing out of your abused, wet channel, causing the dildo to sprarkle under the natural illumination provided by the satellite up in the night sky. You never disappointed them, they had to admit it. But this time, they changed their mind: you needed to learn your lesson. When your back arched, manicured nails they paid for digging onto the plush of your ass, they pulled the dildo out. A sticky mess of your arousal and their spit poured out of your opening, pooling onto the ground underneath you. You were a messy girl, panting, unsatisfied, craving your incoming orgasm. But you didn’t get to bask into the blissful feeling of the after sex sensation.

They stood up, looking down at you with disdain clouding their eyes over “Stand up, dear. It’s time to go to bed” they cooed, opening the front door behind them and watching you shoot a desperate glance at them. They ignored your cry for help, just like they neglected you when you tried to convince them to fuck you on your shared bed.

“Bitches don’t get to cum”.

characters i thought of: dracule mihawk, toji fushiguro, unohana retsu, nico robin, suguru geto, sosuke aizen, muzan kibutsuji, shinobu kocho, zoro roronoa.

credits for the heart-shaped banners: @cafekitsune

[adimilkys]

Can you please PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE do jjk (especially nanami and toji) with s/o in their special time that doesn't want their children to hear them? (I'm 26, not native speaker, new on Tumblr but love Ur acc)

Be quiet, love.

warnings : MDNI 18+, p in v, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, biting, not proofread

Contains : Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento

note : I will do a part two 100% with more characters, I just had no idea what to write for Toji for now (sorry anon) my brain is dead from working... also this is hurried because I haven’t posted anything for so longg

part two (soon)

Gojo Satoru

You’re in the kitchen, drinking water after finally putting your kid to sleep. Satoru was still in their bedroom reading a bed time story, even after a full day of chaos you weren’t that tired, which was surprising as your days lately just ended with falling asleep within seconds from exhaustion.

Suddenly, you felt hands wrapping around your waist and pulling you back. Satoru leaving kisses all over your neck and shoulders. “Do you know how hard has it been for me all day? Wearing those shorts that barely cover your ass… tsk, naughty girl~”

He spun you around, picked you up and sat you down on the counter, continuing his assault to your neck. “Toru… not in here-” you whined, trying to pull his head away- which of course doesn’t work.

“I don’t think I can wait any longer… need you so badly.” He whined, his hands sneaking under your shirt, pinching your nipples.

“What if baby wakes u-” He slammed his lips on yours, cutting you off. His tongue slid over your lips, when you didn’t open them one of his hands slid down and cupped your pussy, making you gasp. He didn’t waste any time, immediately entering your mouth.

“I’ll be quick” with that, he grabbed your shorts and pulled them off right with your panties. You knew damn well that was a lie, Satoru is never quick, he loves taking his time while fucking you, making sure to fill you up until his cum is spilling out of you.

He replaced his tongue with two of his fingers, making you slightly gag. “Suck.” You complied, staring up at him with teary eyes, swirling your tongue around his fingers. He cursed under his breath at your face. “You tease… giving me the fuck me eyes, hm?”

His fingers left your mouth, immediately going down and entering your hole, making you gasp. Not wasting any time he scissored you, making sure to loosen you up as fast as possible, feeling if he didn’t, he would burst in his pants just from looking at you.

You hid your face in his neck, trying to muffle your moans. “Just like that wifey, you don’t want to wake baby up, right?”

As you were about to cum he pulled his fingers away, making you whine which was immediately replaced by a gasp- filling you up with a quick thrust.

He groaned into your ear, grabbing your legs and wrapping them around his waist, giving you no time to adjust he started pounding into you at an inhuman pace.

“T-Toru!” You moaned a little too loud, biting his shoulder to contain your moans. “Shh… You’re doing so g-good… fuck.” Satoru bit his lip, trying to be quiet as well.

His pace has not slowed down even a little, going faster and faster, hitting that one spot- giving you no mercy.

“C-Close!” You managed to say before letting out a cry, your feet digging into his back as you came all around his cock.

Fuck, you were gripped him so tight. With a few more deep thrusts he buried himself right against your cervix and shoot out ropes of his cum.

You didn’t even get any time to calm down before you heard little footsteps upstairs. Immediately pushing Satoru away to put on your shorts.

“Mama… Papa?” Your kid yawned, standing at the bottom of the stairs.

“Sweetheart… what are you doing up?” You said trying to stand up but wincing at the sudden pain in your legs. Satoru decided to be the one to take over the situation, walking up to the little kid and taking them in his arms.

“I heard some noises…” Satoru sighed, nodding your way and taking baby up the stairs back to their bedroom.

“Papa?”

“Yes baby?”

“Why do you have a bite mark there?”

Nanami Kento

Lately you and your husband haven’t had time for any activity in bed. Your kid has gotten the flu which was really stressing. Not to mention that they’re extra clingy while sick too, always needing your attention.

Finally it has calmed down, and your baby was out asleep because of the meds. “God I need a long, relaxing bath after this week.” You sighed falling onto the couch.

“Already done, love. Even added all your oils in it.” You looked over to your husband, a grin on your face, opening your arms motioning for him to come and hug you.

“I love you so much, my amazing husband.” You left kisses all over his face while he held you in his arms. “Then I hope you wouldn’t mind if I… joined you?”

You leaned over to his ear, whispering "of course not" which made him immediately pick you up, throw you over his shoulder and carry you to the bathroom while you laughed.

He didn't waste any time in undressing you, knowing your baby could wake up. You got in the bath, Kento right behind you. You sighed leaning your head back on his shoulder, the warm water soothing your muscles.

Suddenly you felt kisses all over you neck, the mouth finding your sweet spot and sucking on it, making you let out a quiet moan. "Just relax, let me take care of you, love."

One of his hand toyed with your nipples, while the other with your folds. "No teasing, Ken..." he chuckled, two of his fingers entering your hole, making you gasp.

He found your spot in no time, abusing it over and over again. You couldn't contain your moans, thank god your bathroom was far away from the babies room.

"S-Shit- I'm-"

"Close? Cum f'me, love" he didn't have to tell you twice, you came hard all around his fingers, a silent scream leaving your lips. "S'good f'me... my pretty wife." He pulled his fingers out, grabbing your face and connecting his lips with yours, the kiss was gentle, full of love.

"I'm going to enter now, alright?" You nod your head, your nails were digging into his thighs. He positioned himself against your entrance before slowly thrusting in.

Even though it's not your first time, with Kento it feels like it is every single time. "S-So big- ugh...!" you moaned, your head threw back, eyes closed.

His thrusts started off slow, but sped up every second, some of the water splashing out of the bath and onto the floor. "You feel so good, love-" He groaned into your ear, his hands gripping your hips.

Suddenly he pulled out, you whining at the lost sensation before he picked you up, left the bath and bent you over the bathroom sink, entering you once again.

"Look at yourself, hm? So beautiful, all mine..." he grabbed your face once again, making sure you're looking in the mirror. You're hair was sticking to your face, water droplets flowing down your body. You could also see the way his dick moved in and out of your pussy, stretching it out.

His hands were wrapped around your waist, his eyes piercing right through yours in the mirror, making you flustered, wanting to look away but he doesn't let you.

His thrusts were speeding up, one of his hands lowered and went over to your clit, rubbing it. "Haah... Kennn-"

"Shit... come with me baby" With a loud moan you came, him not long after you, spilling his cum inside of you.

Both of you were panting, as he pulled out you could feel his cum spilling out of you, making you shudder at the sensation.

"You did so good love, come on let's get you dried up."

[chrisweetheart]

mess

you weren’t sure how things had escalated to this point, but you weren’t about to complain.

“mmm—fuck,” matt whimpered into the heated kiss. it had all started innocently enough—just the two of you sitting in the living room, comfortably watching a rom-com. but when the movie hit one of its more intimate scenes, neither of you could hold back any longer.

your fingers tightened around the back of his head, tangling in his messy brunette curls, holding him in place. he bucked his hips up to meet yours with a desperate need, and your lips parted just enough for him to slip his tongue inside. his tongue explored your mouth, both of you fighting for dominance in the heated exchange. he briefly pulled away from the kiss, breathless but wanting more.

he was a whimpering mess beneath you, his eyes dark with lust and desire as you grinded against him faster, sending shivers through his body.

“mhm, baby, y’like that?” you teased, slowing your movements deliberately, watching his body tense with frustration.

“no—don’t stop, please,” he pleaded, voice trembling. “i need it s’bad.” his hands gripped your hips tightly, trying to urge you back into motion, desperation clear in his eyes. you smirked, savoring the power you held over him, relishing the way he was falling apart beneath you.

“y’gonna be a good boy f’me?” you whispered, your voice dripping with authority. as you leaned forward, you gripped both his shoulders, nails digging in slightly as you picked up the pace again. his body responded immediately, a soft gasp escaping his lips, and you could feel the tension building beneath your touch. the way he clung to you, his breath hitching with every movement, told you he was completely at your mercy.

“yes! fuck—yes, i promise,” he groaned, his voice thick with need as his hands gripped your ass desperately, pulling you closer. his fingers dug into your soft skin, his hips bucking up to meet your movements as if he couldn’t get enough. every word that left his lips was drenched in submission, and the way he looked at you—completely undone—only fueled your desire to push him further.

you had enough of teasing—your own release was building fast. “m’so close,” he groaned, his voice rough with desire. “my pretty baby, you look so fucking good grinding on me like that,” he praised breathlessly. his words sent a jolt through you, pushing you right to the edge.

your legs began to tremble uncontrollably as you clung to him, your mouth latching onto his neck, sucking at the tender skin while waves of pleasure washed over you. his hands tightened on your hips, grinding you as your body shuddered against him, completely lost in the moment.

you struggled to steady your breathing, chest rising and falling as you gazed down at the blue-eyed boy beneath you. his face was flushed, a deep blush coloring his cheeks, and he could barely maintain eye contact, his embarrassment clear.

“what’s wrong, baby?” you teased softly, a sly smile playing on your lips as you brushed your thumb along his jaw. he swallowed hard, still trying to catch his breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly. as you leaned back slightly, your eyes fell to the noticeable damp patch on his grey sweatpants.

“m’sorry, i didn’t mean to..” he mumbled, his voice thick with embarrassment as he avoided your gaze, his hands nervously tugging at the waistband.

you couldn’t help but find it adorable how embarrassed he was. “no need to apologize, pretty boy,” you teased softly, a playful smile tugging at your lips. “it just tells me i did my job right!” you leaned down, brushing a sweet, tender kiss against his swollen lips, your fingers gently caressing his cheek as you pulled away, your laughter light and reassuring.

@ CHRISWEETHEART

based off this post

[dwaekkicidal]

𝖪𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗍𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗋: 'My Love. Mine, All Mine' ༄࿔ K.S.

⤷ Slapping  |  Pet Play  |  Collaring

♱ word count: 1k

♱ warnings: fem!reader, rough sex, hard dom seungmin, use of “sir” from reader and “pup(py)” from seung, pwp but it starts in the middle of it lol, p in v, slapping (face,pvssy,hip,thighs), collars, choking with said collar, mentions of one of the other members but out of jealousy, aftercare lightly mentioned, reader calls him stupid at the very end in jokes

♱ notes: not my best work but ive been starving you guys the last few weeks because of school >< also i wanted to write this soft and then my brain said meandom so i changed this completely 🙃 one day i will write soft seung. if its the last thing i do...

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DO NOT republish or translate+post my work!

“Who do you belong to.”

It’s not a question, you know better than to think that. It’s more like a command when it’s under these circumstances: a hard reminder for you to remember your place. And you know it’s true when his voice is so gruff and his hands are so rough on your body.

“M-Minnie..” You’re given a sharp slap to your cunt for your disregarding one of his earlier commands. The sting makes your eyes water and your legs try to squeeze together to ease it, only for him to shove them open. Your arms, currently tied to the bed frame, tug at the fabric in dismay.

“S-Sir! I’m sorry-” “I asked you a question, Pup.” You blink your tears away and lock eyes with him, huffing at the prominent frown on his beautiful features. His eyes are dark, narrowed, and full of fury. You still don’t answer his question and he rolls his eyes, harshly bucking his hips forward and shoving the tip of his cock into your G-spot, making your oversensitive cunt ache.

“I’m not going to repeat myself.”

“I’m yours, Sir. A-All yours.” He hums and bucks his hips again, this time not as roughly. Your legs shake around his torso, squeezing him between your thighs as he rolls his hips against yours. One thrust sends him into your G-spot again and you squeeze your legs together too tightly for his liking, causing his hand to come down on your thigh.

“‘M Sorry!” The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room as he fucks into you harder. “I promise we were just talking- fuck!” He angles his hips better and starts fucking more aggressively, his hands finding home on your hips and pulling you into his thrusts.

“I don’t give a fuck. The old man should know better than to be so close to my pet. And you should know better than to whore yourself out to him like that. Dressed all fucking hot and whispering in my hyungs ear.” The insinuation makes your eyes snap up to his face and your face turn sour.

“I was not-” His palm meets your cheek, cutting you off. It’s not enough to hurt you too much, but it’s just enough to break your focus and turn your head to the side. He doesn’t give you time to recover and grabs your cheeks, forcing you to face him again.

“I. Don’t. Care.” Each word is punctuated with a thrust and he leans down, finally allowing you some sort of closeness. “You are mine. My girlfriend to dote on, and my dumb pup to fuck.” His hips are bruising as they slam against yours and you can only nod in agreement.

Your orgasm is dangerously close and it turns your brain to mush, making you melt into a mindless puddle in the sheets. You’re grateful for his hand on your cheek releasing you, letting you regain some sort of awareness only for it to break once more as his hand falls between your legs.

On its way down he lightly slaps your inner thigh again. Then he moves to your clit where he rubs fast, rough circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your legs struggle around his hips again and he’s merciful to ignore it, opting to lean his forehead against your calf as he rips another orgasm out of your body.

He fucks you through it, heavy pants against your neck and powerful thrusts that make your body jump up the bed each time his hips meet yours. And he has no plans to stop. He only leans back and positions himself to hover over you, smirking down at you devilishly.

His eyes flicker the slightest bit downwards to your neck and before you can react, his finger is looping into the collar around your neck. The same collar that you had forgotten he all but ordered you to put on when the two of you had gotten home earlier. He yanks at it hard, pulling you up with him and uses it as leverage to force you into another position.

He pulls out for just a second, just enough time to flip you over onto your knees and shove you forward. His palm flattens against your lower back and he pushes you to angle your back for him, presenting you to himself so he can shove his cock back into your puffy cunt. Then, he’s fucking you fast again in just seconds, barely giving any thought to your overstimulated gasps. 

The telltale signs of his orgasm were the breathy huffs leaving his lips and the tight grip he had on your hip. The hand still on your lower back sneaks to your nape and slides a finger through the space between your neck and the collar. He tugs again, less aggressively this time, and hovers you just barely above the bed, using his grip to slightly choke you.

“This is my pussy. Don’t you fucking forget that.” The broken moan that leaves your throat in response was enough to get him going, but the way you clenched around him so snuggly at the pressure around your neck was exactly what he needed to topple over the edge. 

He did so with a deep groan, his teeth gritted and his hips moving sloppily. He bottoms out one last time, the finger in the collar forcing you up and flattening your back against his chest. The hand on your hip slaps the area one last time, 'for good measure,' as he cums deep.

Your body shakes in his hold, mind numb from the lack of air and pussy swollen from his onslaught. Still, you manage to cum another time thanks to the warmth filling you combined with the pleasurable sting on your side. His breath is heavy on your neck and you can’t hold back the moan as he slowly pulls out, peppering your neck in kisses in apology as he does so.

You also can’t help but zone out after the fact, mind still spinning as he helps you into the shower, then into the bath. You only regain your senses when he coos your name into your ear, blowing on it teasingly trying to bring you back.

“Hi, pup. You okay?” It’s only then that you notice the hot bath water that surrounds you and the feeling of his soft skin caressing yours.

“Mhm…” You rest your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes in order to let the warm comfort sink in.

“Minnie?”

“Yes, love?”

“We were talking about your Christmas present, stupid.”

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[mo-hawk]

I don’t think Valleyfest was Demetri’s gay awakening—you don’t talk with uh. That Accent in high school by accident—but I do think it was when he realized he was Down Bad™️ for Hawk

[itwdoris]

you post about sukuna slapping our pussy.......yes. just yes.

sukuna x afab!reader.

tw; pussy spanking / slapping, piss.

★

"stop moving." sigh. sukuna kept you tight against his chest, yet you moved occasionally because you felt like you were in heat, so needy that your panties were wet for nothing, he could feel it, as he kept his hands lightly caressing.

but you whimpering quietly because your clit throbbing for attention wasn't helping much. you felt his hand grip your jaw and turn your face to look at him, your breathing failed for a few seconds. "i said stop, brat." and you with those poor little eyes looking at him, he almost growled.

you felt his hand slightly patting your covered pussy, whimpering as you moved your hips forward just to get more contact, which didn't looked to please him very much as he let go of your face only to grab your thigh, the other hand pressed against you almost painfully.

"didn't you hear me? " sukuna lightly slapped the inside of your thigh, adjusting his position to keep you trapped right there by your legs, on his lap. "or do you want to be spanked? " he asked, looking at you so anxious, so needy. "if you cry, i'll hit harder. "

and you never doubted it, not when the man managed to rip your panties off with just one hand, pulling the fabric and tearing it without mercy, sighing because he can feel the wetness, he can smell it, his tongue itches to taste it. but he throws it somewhere, spreading your legs wider before he starts, even if you complain that you can't get any more than that, he doesn't care, he wants everything open and exposed for him.

quickly running his fingers over his wet tongue to then bring them down into your folds, rubbing, wetting more, making you gasp for air with the contact so needed, your back warm against his strong chest, legs trembling. "...nhg-"

he pleased himself now by gently brushing the tip of your swollen clit with the tip of his finger, sighing against your ear every time he felt your hands grabbing him almost desperately to touch, raising the palm a little and then;

slap!

you squirmed in his lap cuz its good, moaning loudly with a red face, but sukuna didn't stop not even for a second, slapping your cunt, hitting your folds again and again, over your oversensitive clit especially hard, holding you in place with enough force to mark, so satisfied while you whine so he can go harder.

the skin gets redder and redder with the slaps, he growling in your ear because it's getting so wet that his hand slides, he even tries to pull your folds but fails, then grabbing aggressively because he hates to fail, slapping more just cuz its ridiculously.

you almost fell off his lap when it really started to hurt, frowning with watery eyes, feeling yourself being pulled again, hardly, holding you tightly against him, now having the face held so that you look at him.

"open. "

so you spread your trembling legs, moaning because he kept slapping you, this time lightly, yet full with his perverse pleasure. something is hard and growing too fast between his legs, you can feel it, big, you want it too.

sukuna approached your face, rubbing the tips of your noses very lightly before biting your lip, kissing you quickly, then spitting into your mouth just to see you swallow everything, ask for more. so messy on his lap, being prevented from squirming as he makes your chest fail to breathe with every slap.

you whimper too loudly, eyes widening and rolling back because it's so much at once, you feel so close. "just with that? " pathetic. he grins against you, spanking your cunt again a few times, interspersed with the pats. you can feel it coming, that wave of pleasure unloading your whole body as you clench around nothing.

he keeps patting you even as you tremble, moaning loudly. maybe just didn't expect to pee too, but ah, sukuna just loved so much to see you pissing yourself. making such a mess with your hips raised and your feet on the tips while jets and jets gushes from your pussy, falling completely limp against him as you continues to piss.

you felt his fingers against you, opening your lips to make the flow let out easier, bringing his face close to yours again, wanting so much to bury himself inside you and unload all his seed, his piss, ah, fill your need with his cock. your pussy is still going to be slapped a lot, keep crying his name, it's definitely not over.

oh if it was bad i apologize, rough stuff is not my forte, don't do well with too much degradation and humiliation either, i'm soft! ah, forgive me ( ;´ - `;) but anyway, hope u like it! <3

[ms--lobotomy]

Maybe you celebrate Easter. Maybe you celebrate Trans Day of Visibility. Maybe you celebrate both, or neither. I am here to make those holidays infinitely worse or better, depending on how you look at this post. Special thanks to @squishyowl for giving me the parameters to calculate their (hard) schmeat sizes.

Without further adieu, Primarch cock descriptions. and also kind of how they fugg

LION EL'JONSON- 11 inches, 27 cm. Untrimmed and uncut. He shows a godly amount of restraint to you. Behind closed doors, he's much softer than he lets on. As far as girth goes, he's in the middle of the road... for a Primarch. He may not be the most experienced of his brothers, but he's going to do a thorough job anyways.

???- Dick fell off.

FULGRIM- 10 inches, 25 cm. Long and slender. You may expect a piercing, but he does not want to mar his natural appearance (at least before the Heresy.) Shaves religiously. He likes when his partner can't move, when they squirm underneath him, though he'll have a hard time admitting this.

PERTURABO- 7 inches, 18 cm. The smallest cock on the list, but he more than makes up for it while he is using it. He's got a bit of girth to him, but he can still fit in your mouth. Somewhat. His hands engulf your head as he pushes you down on him. Once he's out, tell him how good he feels.

JAGHATAI KHAN- 13 inches, 33 cm. The fastest one out of the Primarchs as far as each thrust goes. It curves up when erect, not unlike a scimitar. Veiny, but not strikingly so. Even though he's exceptionally fast, he likes being ridden. Especially on his bike.

LEMAN RUSS- 14 inches, 35 cm. He's uncut and hairy down there, he's never shaved his bush. He's also girthy. But what's most remarkable about him is his knot. This makes it hard for him not to breed his partners, where applicable. He'll hold you down and lock himself in on you, holding you down on him with his massive hands.

ROGAL DORN- 10 inches, 25 cm. He's circumcised and he keeps a clean shave. He's girthy, but not unbearably so. He enjoys tying up his partner and watching them melt as he goes down on them. Ever stoic, his expression rarely changes as he plows through you. Also a fan of doing it in his office.

KONRAD CURZE- 9 inches, 23 cm. Veiny, almost paper white, and uncut. He's not a gentle lover, especially considering his size. Usually there will be blood involved, and usually it is yours. He doesn't normally just use his cock; if he can reach you, he'll be biting you. And if not, he'll draw blood anyways.

SANGUINIUS- 8 inches, 20 cm. Surprisingly girthy, with low-hanging balls. He's uncut, but his bush is usually trimmed. He doesn't just use his cock, he bites where he can and envelopes you in his wings. He's gentle... for the first five minutes. He'll leave the most marks out of any of the Primarchs, prompting you to cover up the day after.

FERRUS MANUS- 17 inches, 43 cm. Lord have mercy. He is the most well-endowed Primarch, with balls to match. He'll hold you down with his cool silver hands as he pushes himself in. He's gentle, far more than he lets on, but he is still a Primarch. He's become quite the aftercare giver.

???- Penis serious, Penis delirious. Penis in the woods, call that penis mysterious

ANGRON- 9 inches, 23 cm. The arena had not been kind, as he is scarred in several places around it. Fortunately, no blade has ever found its way there. He isn't gentle, not one bit, even if he is chained down. The Nails eat at his head, screaming for bloodshed. He thrusts faster in a vain attempt to block out the agony in his head.

ROBOUTE GUILLIMAN- 8 inches, 20 cm, and girthy. Despite his size being closer to normal for a baseline human, it's harder to fit it in due to his circumference. With some lube and determination, though, you can make it work. He likes putting it in you and watching you try to keep your composure before you inevitably slip up.

MORTARION- 11 inches, 27 cm. It's long and gaunt on him, but it's still massive in your hand. He's one of the more sensitive Primarchs, but he'd prefer if that fact were kept under wraps. Gentle touch gets him going like nothing else. And once he gets going, you'll get to bear firsthand witness to the endurance he's known for.

MAGNUS THE RED- The bastard can change his dick size on a whim. He already knows what size would make you feel best, and he can open up more than one hole at once using the Warp. He doesn't even have to touch you to open you up, turning you into an incomprehensible mess in front of him.

HORUS LUPERCAL- 12 inches, 30 cm. The most striking thing about it is the Prince Albert that adorns it, a simple iron thing with a dull shine. Even if by some miracle you're on top, he'll always be the dominant partner, and if you have the ability you are most definitely bearing his children at some point.

LORGAR AURELIAN- 11 inches, 28 cm. You weren't expecting the second shortest Primarch to pack so much, were you? Golden tattoos come close to it, but he hadn't the will to cover himself there. You'll spend a lot of time with him; he'll use his tongue for hours on end before finally gratifying himself.

VULKAN- 10 inches, 26 cm. He's warm all over, and below the belt is no exception. In the cold reaches of space, he's a great comfort. Even if he's not the biggest of the Primarchs, he likes watching you struggle on him. He's girthy, and he likes to choke you with it too. Gives the best aftercare.

CORVUS CORAX- 11 inches, 27 cm. He's long, slender, and he keeps a close shave. He's a gentle lover when you're properly going at it and not hiding your risque behavior while in public. He'll hold your hands and whisper praises into your ear, even if he has to bend himself at an uncomfortable angle.

ALPHARIUS- 8 inches, 21 cm. He's hairless, circumcised, and his balls are almost unnaturally even. You've seen many an Alpha Legion cock, and they all look similar. He likes to finish in his partner, leaving no trace that he was there except for the slightly odd hobble you have the next day.

[deviouz]

no bc ur actually so right for that post any time I picture jason in an intimate situation he is rarely composed. mans would not be growling he would be flushed up to his neck and his eyes would be glassy and he would be so honest about how good it feels and half-way into a daze. gasping whining jason is the REALISTIC (and absolutely delicious) choice fr and we should all say it with our full chests

- 20yo promise 🙏 just cant reblog since I have followers that r below 18 LMFAO I keep the sus stuff outta there

you understand the vision 🙏🏻 oh my god.

out of the all of the batboys, i expect dick to be the most feral and like. unhinged.

jason though? oh, god, does he get flustered. always asking “is this okay, baby? want me to touch you just like this?” and stays all sweet and soft. he’ll coo and gently pull you into positions that have your eyes rolling back and room filled with his huffed moans and your keening cries.

he damn near had a heart attack when you had first to get on top. pretty blue eyes all wide and jaw slack for just a second before he recovered, trying to be suave and cool-guy with it, like “‘course you can, don’t even have to ask.”

it’s so much easier to see how his face contorts in the heat of it all when he’s splayed out underneath you, hardened muscles rippling underneath your wandering hands as you ride him for all he’s worth.

when jay’s on top, he likes to tuck his face into the crook of your neck, covering the spot in an assortment of pretty marks as an excuse to hide his face and muffle his moans. it’s embarrassing how fast and hard he can lose himself in your heat, head swimming and mind unable to focus on anything except you.

but when he’s underneath, hands grabbing at your hips like a lifeline and eyes half lidded with blown out pupils? he’s entirely at your mercy.

[bratbby333]

literally just any smutty choso fic pls ☹️☝️

careful what you wish for, my sweet anon...i got a bit carried away

┊˚ ｡*ੈ ☁️‧₊˚ ❝ your majesty ❞ ˚ ｡˚ -choso kamo

⋆˖⁺‧₊♰ nsfw mdni ♰₊‧⁺˖⋆

cw: concubine!choso/dom!reader, infidelity, blasphemy, oral (f!receiving) wc: 2.3k edited by the loveliest: @remlionheart ༉‧₊˚. dumped my religious trauma into this one, i apologize

Upon the sacred grounds of your kingdom, there are only two rules to live by; No sex and no masturbation, for these sins grant you a one-way ticket into the fiery infernos of hell. This rule applies to everyone but you, of course. You are the queen, after all. You run your domain with unyielding power. You are a hard and fast ruler, feared by all who inhabit your realm.

You are serviced by your concubine, Choso, his timid, submissive disposition suiting you perfectly. You allow Choso to indulge in sexual pleasure that other inhabitants of your land are denied, while also relieving your own frustrations. You are his only exception.

You attend many assemblies throughout the day, some boring and some enthralling. A few banishments here, a couple executions there. You walk the grounds of your domain, taking in the fresh air, reveling in the way the setting sun kisses your skin. Your back is tense, and the expectations that the throne places upon you rest heavily on your shoulders. You need release. You need Choso. You send a nearby servant to fetch him, requesting he be bathed and brought to your room. He’s most likely doing his evening chores; he’s a diligent worker. Driven. Strong. Attractive. There’s no question as to why you chose him to pleasure you.

Strolling the marble walls of your castle, pondering the pros and cons of trade with a neighboring stronghold, your focus is interrupted by the lewd sounds of low grunts and wet flesh. You pause in front of the servant quarters, noticing the door is closed as you press your ear against it. The hair on the back of your neck stands upright, your suspicions confirmed while you listen in. No, this will not do. It is forbidden to partake in such activities and to do so within your kingdom's walls? Punishment is eminent. Your hand will strike down upon the offenders, mercy cast to the wayside. 

You push open the wooden doors, your enraged stare falling upon your concubine, Choso, ramming himself deep into one of your handmaids. His strong, muscular back positioned towards you, her cries of pleasure overtaking the sound of you opening the heavy spruce door. Fury courses through your body, but you can’t help but marvel at the sight before you. His broad, toned back tensing with every thrust, the sweet symphony of moans dancing through the still air. You grit your teeth, fists clenching on either side of your body, your heavy gown and tight corset making it far more difficult to breathe when coupled with your lungs constricting in a fit of jealousy. A knot forms in your stomach as you watch Choso toss his head back in pure bliss, his hips stilling as he unloads into her. Betrayal drives a stake through your heart as you watch your sweet concubine find pleasure elsewhere. 

Your voice broke through their post-coital bliss with ease. 

“Guards!” you shout, and not a second later, three armored men are at your side. The two of them jump at the sudden intrusion of your voice, Choso breaking away from his secret whore as his shameful stares meet your wounded eyes. The hurt doesn’t stay on your face for long though, blind rage soon replacing it.

“Seize her, leave the man to me,” you direct with the wave of your gloved hand. Within an instant, the guards pull the woman from the bed, dragging her down the hall before turning the corner, heading toward the dungeon. Her desperate pleas and anguished apologies echo through the castle walls. You pay her no mind as your attention falls onto Choso. 

“Your majesty, I-” he begins, but is abruptly interrupted by your palm suspending in front of you, your daring eyes begging for him to disobey your signal for silence. He knows better than to push his luck in this moment, the fact that he isn’t being dragged away with the woman brings a wave of hopefulness in regards to your leniency with his punishment. But his naive ideations of your forgiveness are all in vain as you bring your hand back down to your side before speaking again. 

“To my chambers.”

He stays frozen, his fear-stricken body glued to the floor by your overpowering demeanor, and your waning patience snaps at his continued insubordination.

“Now, Choso. I will not ask again,” you demand, eyes never faltering. He bows his head complicitly before reaching for his undergarments. 

“Don’t bother redressing,” you add, a tinge of seduction filtering its way through your harsh tone. His head snaps to meet yours, rouge painting his pale skin. He knows better than to object, especially now that you've caught him breaking the kingdom's holiest rule. Walking through the castle completely nude is the easiest punishment to digest. Heat prickles through his skin at the thought of what was in store for him and he prays that he makes it out alive. He inhales deeply through his nose before taking small, timid steps toward you. You glower at him as he gets closer, turning on your heels to exit as he dutifully shadows you down the hall. 

He kneels in front of your bed out of instinct, placing his palms against his thighs. You call for your servants to remove your dressings. He doesn’t have the gall to watch as you are derobed. He shifts anxiously as you perch yourself at the edge of the bed in your master suit, looking up at you with prayerful eyes, taking in your body as you sit fully naked before him. He swallows the lump that constricts his throat. You stare down at him, and he's glad he's already seated, because the burning blue embers flickering behind your irises make him feel faint. You are the most ethereal deity in his eyes, his unwavering devotion makes him want to shower you in worship and graciously accept the punishments you dole out. Punishments he unfortunately deserves. You choose him out of everyone in your kingdom and he’s grateful that you allow him to indulge in sexual pleasure, but what does he decide to do with his new found freedom? Guilt gnaws at his flesh; how could he betray you? What possessed him to shatter the pact the two of you shared? Lust overtook his body in his moment of weakness, succumbing to his carnal urges, and now he must repent.

“Disappointed is an understatement, Choso. How dare you desecrate these holy walls with your sins. You petulant man,” you growl. His shoulders drop toward the floor, shrinking into himself at your words, head bowed in submission. Your hand finds the back of his neck, grabbing roughly at his tousled locks, a fistful of his hair between your fingers as you bring his head up to face you. Your other hand squeezes either side of his jaw, forcing his lips to part. You suck in your cheeks and spit. 

“Swallow it,” you command. He obeys. You slap him roughly before grabbing him by his throat. 

“You defy me within my own domain. This is grounds for beheading. I know you understand the terms of living within my kingdom.” You lecture, your sharp words lashing against his fully exposed body. Even in the privacy of your bedroom, you hold the same power as if you were sat upon your throne, commandeering all who are present. His pleading glances dart around your face, but his body can’t help but enjoy this. You run your eyes over him, his abs tensing and his cock pulsating, his angry red tip oozing like he didn’t just relieve himself in that whore only a few minutes prior. 

“Look at you…pathetic. Just came and now you’re ready to cum again.” You laugh at his disheveled state. You meet his eyes once again, bringing your head down to his, extending your tongue to a point and licking along his mouth. He whimpers, lurching forward in hopes to thread his lips with yours. You slap him again, pulling your head back but keeping your faces close. You click your tongue against your teeth at his desperation. You release his head from your clutches with a slight shove, returning to your upright position along the edge of the bed. 

“So, tell me, Choso. With your infidelity in mind, am I not enough for you?” you ask simply, crossing one leg over the other. He’s confused by your question, his mouth hanging open in hopes that your statement is rhetorical. If he says no, it’s his head on the chopping block. If he says yes, you will laugh in his face as you question the sanctity of his loyalty to you. Rightfully so, as you had caught him in the act of betrayal. Your eyes bore into him, head cocked to the side. 

“Speak,” you snap. He shudders at the gravitational pull of your energy. 

“You are everything to me, your Majesty…everything and more. I-I will forever be at your service. I repent. I give my body to you, and only you. P-please…make me holy again.” He hopes he chose the right words to spare his life. And lucky for him, he did. In truth, you didn’t want to lose him as your concubine just as much as he didn’t want to lose his life. You smile down at him, your hands reaching out to cup either side of his face, leaning back down so your faces are level.

“Are you willing to show me how sorry you are?" you ask, softer now, eyes low as you lean yourself back on your elbows. He groans at the sight of your exposed cunt and nods back furiously, leaning forward obediently to rest his cheek on your bare thigh, the smell of your sweetness overtaking him. 

“Look at me when I address you, Choso, and use your words.” Your voice returns to its original harshness, using two fingers to bring his head back up to look at you.

“Yes, Your Majesty. Let me show you how sorry I am. I’ll do anything for you.” he whimpers out, trying his best to maintain eye contact with you. 

"Then make me cum, my sweet little concubine.” His expression brightens ever so slightly, gazing admirably into your eyes. This punishment isn’t so bad, he loves the way you taste.

"Can I touch you? P-please, My Queen...just want to pleasure you," he begs, his overwhelming arousal coupled with his fear of upsetting you again cause him to stutter. His eyes dart back and forth between yours, his eyebrows furrowed. His cheeks are blisteringly warm and he’s practically vibrating against your touch in anticipation. You're pleased with his desperation, nodding with approval, your lips curling into a mischievous grin.

His warm, wet mouth latches onto your pussy almost immediately, his tongue thrashing against your slit and lips sucking greedily on your throbbing bud. He hums in content, the taste of you coating his tongue deliciously, his body yearning for more as he devours you. You arch your back, thrusting your hips toward his mouth.

"S-so eager to please," you breathe out, words laced with the intention of mockery, your fingers interlocking in his dark, mussed hair. You groan at the sight of his lustful eyes staring back up at you through his disheveled bangs. 

"That’s it. Show me how much I mean to you…earn your forgiveness." Your words ring through his ears, spurring him on. Moans cascade from your plump, parted lips. He whines at your noises, the delicious sounds you make only for him. Clinging to the sweet melodies of your gospel, his pace picks up, sucking aggressively, hungrily, as if he needs to drink you up completely to survive. 

His thick fingers tease your hole before plunging inside, the pads of his digits curling perfectly to massage your sweet spot. Your head falls back, back flush against your silk sheets, grinding even deeper into his mouth. 

"My little slut…so thirsty for my cum, aren’t you," you gasp out, the tightness in your tummy intensifying. 

He hums greedily, continuing to pump into you, suckling harshly on your sensitive clit. He removes his mouth from your center before quickly replacing his tongue with the fingers of his free hand, rubbing quick, firm circles into your clit. 

"Please give me your cum...need to taste your sweetness. P-please, Your Majesty," he pleads, dipping his head back to your dripping cunt, lapping and sucking at you with fervor, the pace of his fingers relentlessly pumping into you. His deep voice sends ripples of arousal through your pelvis. His desperate words hang in the air, his frantic fingering and famished mouth against your core sending you over the edge. Your hips rut, thighs shaking as you cry out for him as you spray your release across his face. His rhythm continues while he works you through your blinding orgasm, groaning into you, tasting the hallowed juices he so hopelessly craved. 

His fingers slow, his lips detaching from your throbbing clit with a satisfying pop. He beams with pride, panting as he drinks in the heavenly glow emanating off your body, his lips swollen and his face wet from your release, your body aching as the waves of your orgasm finally simmer down. 

"My good boy...so precious," you praise, sitting up, your hands cupping his cheeks, his eyes lighting up. Your chest heaves as you work to regain your breath. He nuzzles his face against your thigh, his hands massaging your calves, sighing contently as you stroke his head, tucking strands of his hair behind his ear. 

“I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine,” he whispers into your skin. 

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[mjrtaurus]

Alternative, healthier Crocomom/dad/parent theory to juxtapose the previous one I posted.

Luffy was still a Cryptic pregnancy, because if he and Dragon had known, they would have very likely aborted so as not to bring a child into a world that would be irrationally dangerous for them (See: Ace and Robin being hunted like dogs by the WG for the "sin" of their heritage). But Dragon and Croc would have embraced this surprise baby boy with open arms and open hearts.

But they still would have to give their baby up. They both knew this. To make sure their son has the very best bet of survival in this world, he would need to have as few ties to his parents as humanly possible.

They couldn't even bear to name the boy, knowing they would have to let him go.

It... tore them both up. It ended up with the two men growing distant, and eventually having their relationship fizzle out. They still loved each other, yes, but the magic just wasn't there anymore. It all went away with their baby boy.

Cut to Alabasta.

Crocodile is fully transitioned by this point, thanks to Iva. He's a Warlord now, he's feeding the Revolutionaries a steady influx of information on World Government activities, but he's seeking out Pluton on the down-low to wipe the WG off the face of the earth.

He is, unfortunately, not as merciful or patient a man as Dragon. He wants shit done and he wants it done as fast as possible, consequences be damned.

This attitude also contributed significantly to the distancing between himself and Dragon.

And now Luffy arrives and starts to put a wrench in his plans.

Crocodile doesn't recognize him. Not his face, as he'd all but blocked it from his memory. Not his name, as they chose not to name him.

As for the surname? Well, he and Dragon had an unspoken thing between them. Neither of them knew the other's full name so that information wouldn't get out if either were captured and interrogated.

Crocodile didn't know Luffy was their son until Sengoku dropped that particular hazardous info bomb in Marineford.

So, he did as any crocodilian parent would do when their hatchling is in distress and wrecked house.

His goal? Draw as much attention to himself as possible. Instigate total chaos.

Stopping Ace's execution and jumping in the middle of the crowd to announce how petty you're feeling? Attacking Whitebeard with reckless abandon in broad daylight in front of his crew?

Bet.

He wanted all eyes on him at Marineford so none of them would be on Luffy, which worked on just about everyone but a volcanic freight train named Sakazuki.

The horror of realizing he had stabbed, mummified, and poisoned his own son back during the Alabasta coup only hits him later when the dust has settled.

And man does it hit him hard.