#sir put your thighs away pls

[mattyriddlesbitch]

Please please please please please do a Tom Riddle Smut, I’m thinking maybe Sweet/Innocent Reader that’s just so polite in front of others but in actuality is almost always needy, like she’s constantly trying to drag Tom away to his dorm because she’s just so desperate for him

I am so sorry this took so long! Pls forgive me! I hope this works!

Innocent and Filthy

Tom Riddle x F!Reader

Warnings: choking, cussing, unprotected sex, oral(male receiving), cream pie, dacryphilia.

18+ Minors DNI!

You were sitting with Tom and his friends in the common room. You sat on the couch next to Tom, getting as close as you could without being on top of him, holding onto his arm as he had his hand on your thigh. You were always pretty quiet around his friends, never saying anything foul or dirty. His friends all found it funny how Tom found someone so innocent and sweet when he could be pretty blunt and rude. 

What they didn't know was how filthy and horny you always were. Always begging Tom to help take care of you. Always dragging him off somewhere to help. 

Even right now, he could see the way you clenched your thighs, trying to get a little relief from how needy you were. You gave a little tug on his sleeve and gave him a sweet, pleading look when he turned his head to look at you. He sighed softly but stood up and you quickly followed as he walked to his dorm.

“Where are you going?” Blaise called after you two.

“My dorm.” Tom answered, but didn't give any other information as you grabbed his hand and nearly dragged him along.

Once inside his dorm, he closed the door. “You're always so needy, doll. Couldn't even wait until I was done out there.”

“I'm sorry, Tommy, I just really need you.” You said, a small pout on your lips.

“Is that how you address me?” He asked, wrapping a hand around your throat as he guided you backwards to the bed.

“No, sir.” You shook your head.

“That’s right. Show me how desperate you are, doll.” He said as he let go of you and sat on the bed.

You followed his order and striped your clothes off, kneeling in front of him as a small ‘please’ escaped your lips.

“Use your words.” He said.

“Please, let me suck your cock, sir.” You pleaded, giving him pleading eyes.

“Always such a slut for my cock, huh?” He said, undoing his belt and pants, letting his erection free. “Go on then. Put your mouth to use.”

You eagerly obliged, wrapping a hand around the base before leaning forward and teasing the tip. He sighed before pushing your head down to take his cock in your mouth. He guided your movements as tears pricked your eyes, feeling his dick hit the back of your throat over and over again.

“Crying already, doll?” His voice was teasing and condescending as he pulled you off by gripping your hair, a string of spit connecting your mouth to his cock. Before you could even reply, he pushed you back down. “Do you want me to fuck you now?” He asked and you moaned around him in reply. “Beg me then. Use your words.” You pleaded around his cock as he kept guiding your head up and down it before he pulled your mouth off of him again.

“Please, sir, need you so bad. Please fuck me, sir.” You begged, tears in your eyes as you caught your breath.

“So pathetic.” He said before standing up and pulling you to stand by your hair and pushing you towards the bed, making your front fall onto it as he stood behind you. “Always so fucking desperate.” He started pushing his cock into you, grabbing your hips to meet his. “Look at how filthy you are, begging for me to fuck you, begging for my cock inside you.” He moved a hand to wrap around your throat as he started thrusting, your moans coming out all choked and broken.

“So-good-sir!” You said between thrusts.

“Is this what you wanted? To be fucked like a whore?” He asked in your ear as he leaned down closer to you.

“Yes!”

“You such a desperate, pathetic whore, aren’t you?” He bit at the side of your neck.

“Only for you, sir!” You cried, gripping onto the sheets below you.

“You always know the right answers, doll. Be good for me and cum.” He said, squeezing your neck a little tighter.

You got lightheaded from the choking, intensifying the pleasure you felt. Your orgasm hit you, making your legs shake and broken sobs of his name leave your mouth.

“Good fucking slut. Is that what you’ve been needing all day?” He asked as he rode out your orgasm. “Just needed to cum on my cock?” His hips stilled as he came inside you, muttering ‘fuck’ under his breath before catching his breath.

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[inkykeiji]

⋆₊˚⊹♡ alastor + asking to ride him

character: alastor warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, fem!reader, heavy pet/master dynamic, use of Master and Sir, toxic relationship (alastor is mean!), overstimulation, dacryphilia, use of pet as a term of endearment and degradation, minimal prep words: 3.4k

notes: whew!!! this ended up being waaay longer than intended ehehe but!! once again exploring riding alastor and all of the fun that comes along with it. pls enjoy and as always heed the warnings!

It’s late when you appear in the threshold of his bedroom door, lip caught unsurely between your teeth and gaze veiled by thick lashes. Sock-clad toes overlap, toes wiggling unsurely as your fingers twist into a knot in front of your body. 

He sits across the room in one of his plush armchairs, legs crossed and attention focused on the book in his hands, casting you a single, second long disinterested glance as he asks, what is it, sweetheart?

“Can I—Can I ride your cock?” 

Crimson eyes flick up from the pages, interest piqued, steadily holding your stare over the edge of the novel. Your features twist in a cute little wince, eyes squinting against the intensity of his gaze, but you don’t dare to look away, baring yourself to him.

His scrutiny burns, tears your skin from your bones and gouges your eyes from your skull, pries apart your ribs one by one and rips into muscle, ravenous to reach your core. 

And all the while you let him, quivering form standing vulnerable and raw in front of him, offering to him, as his unblinking stare combs over your entire body—from the top of your head to the tip of your toes, unhurried and invasive, climbing back up to reach your face, eyes lidded with indifference.

Finally, he shrugs a shoulder, muttering out a nonchalant, “Hm. I suppose so,” through a contradicting slimy smile.

But when you scamper over to him, so cute, so eager, so fucking pathetic, ready to straddle his lap, he informs you that you’ll have to do all of the work on your own. 

You’re the one who wants it, after all. Why should he have to put in any of the effort?

You suppose he has a point. Either way, it makes no difference to you, dropping to your knees the very instant he informs you, body wedged between his spread legs as dainty fingers creep up his thighs, muscles tensing with the ghost of a shiver as your touch skims over them.

They don’t undo his pants—they don’t even make it to the fucking zipper, opting to cup his soft cock in one palm and his balls in the other, rolling and rubbing in a gentle circular motion.

And his legs spread infinitesimally wider. 

An invitation, a silent urge to keep going.

So you do, like the obedient little pet girlfriend you are, watching with glazed eyes and gaping pupils as his cock fills with blood beneath your teasing touch, twitching to life, hot and hard in your little hands. 

Grinding the heel of your hand into it, it jerks in response, a playful little giggle dripping from your lips, two fingers stroking the shaft, then pressing slow, hard circles into the head. 

And, oh, aren’t you just fucking precious, nuzzling your cheek into it adoringly, breathing out a devoted oh, Master, so airy and melting on your tongue, dense and hot and soaking through his trousers.

“Fuck,” he pants out, the curse nothing more than a wispy murmur. 

Looking up at him, you run your tongue over the head in hard, slow laves, dragging the slick muscle along his straining cock, the flames from the fireplace flickering in your bleary eyes, licking at desirous pupils. 

The cotton is rough against your tongue, abrading your sensitive tastebuds and leaving tingles in their place, but you don’t care, administering heavy rhythmic licks along his shaft, long and languid.

His cock throbs under your lapping, another one of those silent persuasions, and you nestle into it again, your own nonverbal response, rubbing the tip of your nose into the slit and smearing a dewy drop of pre-cum across your skin. Another dollop oozes through his trousers, pearly and glittering, eager to replace what’s been lost. 

The garnish incentivizes you, entices you, and you press an open-mouthed kiss to the yearning head, lips curling around it in a warm, damp embrace, and then sucking slightly, siphoning another drop of that sticky salt to seep onto the slick muscle.

It’s delicious, his essence, so acrid it stings your sensitive skin, copper and decay painting over your tastebuds in thick streaks, each rub depositing another ropy line.

A moan vibrates around the head, and your tongue glides over it firm and fast, desperate to encourage more of the bitter substance, eager for another taste of his seed. Your lips pucker as the force of your suction increases, slicked and glittering with your own sick drool, viscous and pooling at the corners of your mouth to trickle down your chin, tinted slightly milky. 

“Hungry, are we?” 

Another sound of obscenity gurgles past your lips, head nodding in messy strokes, as if you’re drunk off merely a few drops of pre-cum. 

“Maybe you don’t need to ride Master after all.”

Your motions freeze, the haze his taste had cast over your brain instantly eradicated, tongue mid-lick as your lidded gaze drifts back to his, wide and terrified. 

An eyebrow quirks, the smug arrogance smeared across his face stretching, daring you to retaliate. 

“N-No,” you mumble against him, body starting to tremble between his knees, fingers scrabbling against his thighs. “No, Sir, please, I—I want it—”

A heavy palm smooths over your hair, thumb caressing the crown of your head in a manner that feels almost condescending before thin fingers tangle in your strands, hard, yanking and pulling your face up, dense strings of saliva slapping against your chin.

“You have it,” he says, a gleeful malice glinting in his irises, smile spreading wider to reveal razored teeth. “You just want more.” 

Shifting his hips up in a small jerking thrust, he nudges your chin with his clothed cock, cotton soaked all the way through with your spit, a smudge of pre-cum shimmering at the tip. 

“Do you think you could get off on just this? Sucking me off through my pants like some desperate little bitch?”

You could, you’re nodding, nose twitching as you swallow the sob clawing at your throat. You could, but you really don’t want to. 

“Yes, but—I want to ride it so bad, Master—Need to feel it inside of me, Master, need your thick cock fill—filling me up!” you hiccup on a sob, pleading. “Please, let me ride it, Master. I need—need—” 

“Need, huh? Is that so?” he hums. “I’m not entirely convinced. You seem quite content with simply suckling on it through my pants, swallowing mere drops of pre-cum,” he tilts his head in mock thought, eyes glittering, “but I guess it doesn’t take too much to satisfy a whore like you.” 

And it’s true, you do seem content with such scant amounts, keenly siphoning another dewy drop of precursory pleasure onto your tongue, rolling the drenched muscle over his cockhead slow and purposeful, a soft moan vibrating in your throat as it pulses beneath your mouth again, dribbling more syrup. 

“No, no, Sir—Master—please, let me ride it!” 

Oh, how pathetically precious you are, gazing up at him with glazed eyes, tears perilously balancing along your lash line, fat droplets of crystal clinging stubbornly to pretty black wisps—one single blink would send them cascading down.

Alastor’s brows raise. “Are you telling me you wouldn’t be content with just this?” 

Sharp glints of sadism flare in his eyes, impossibly wide smile twitching as it tugs up at the edges. 

“My, my, what a greedy little pet I’ve got myself.” 

“No!” you cough, spitting out the denial so fast it tangles on your tongue. “No, no, not at all, sir.” 

“No?” 

“No,” you repeat, head shaking with vehemence. “I will be satisfied with whatever Master will give me.” 

You recite the statement dutifully, but the painful sincerity ringing in your voice clear and high indicates that it’s authentic nonetheless. 

“And?”

“And I will be thankful for it,” you breathe out, blinking up at him obediently, the words an oath on your tongue, twin streams of salt shimmering on your cheeks attesting to their veracity. 

Crimson beams down on you, smile smeared across his face wide but close-lipped, indifference lidding his unrelenting gaze, contradicted by the sheer power glowing brightly in his irises. 

He holds your eyes for a bit—stretches the moment, lets it linger, lets the desperation grow, lets you marinate in it—before he finally murmurs out good girl, the praise packaged with a patronizing but much-appreciated pat to the head. 

You don’t dare move, though, your stare staying entrapped in his own, body rigid and motionless as it awaits a direct order, pliable putty in his palms.

“Now,” he says in a calm breath. “Get on my cock.” 

Finally, permission. 

It has your body bolting like a flash of lightning, set alight by a handful of such simple words, snapped into action by his demand.

Then you’re clambering into his lap, avid fingers popping the button and tugging the zipper and pulling his cock free from its confines, massive and heavy in your soft palms. 

A tender noise sounds in your throat, something caught between awe and desire, and you can’t help but grind on it a little, head gliding over your swollen clit easily. Your juices glaze his shaft, leaving a pretty glimmering film coating his veiny skin. 

Your cunt isn’t properly prepped, but that doesn’t really matter (it’s your own fault, anyway, for spending too much time worshipping his cock), slit already slicked and dripping with arousal—so fucking easy, you are for him; so fucking wet you are, all from barely touching his cock—that he slides in fluidly enough, one of your hands wrapped around the base steadying him as you sink down on his cock. 

A grunt stutters in his throat, half-stifled by his wide, closed-lipped smile, harmonizing with your low whine of pain as your cute little hole stretches, splits, struggles to swallow him whole in one slow gulp.

But it strains around his girth ardently, delicate skin tearing into tiny stinging fissures as your sweet cunt gorges on him, salivating and voracious.

You always manage, every single time, no matter how much it burns, because then he’s bottoming out, head of his cock pressed snugly against your cervix. Your hips shift in little experimental ruts, grinding the tip into the sensitive mound of tissue and whimpering. 

A hiss slithers through clenched teeth, your whole face screwing up in pain as your cute cunt flutters around him. A dull ache begins to simmer deep in the pit of your belly, a small palm instinctively pressing to your gut, whining a bit when you feel him, burrowing into the tissues from the inside out. 

“Does that hurt?” 

“Uh—Uh-huh,” you gasp out, eyes still scrunched shut tightly, head nodding in tight, tense little motions. 

“Tell me.” 

“It hurts, Alastor,” you mewl, lids lifting to stare at him, to show him the agony simmering in your irises, fresh tears beading your lashes, teetering precariously on the points.

Arrogance softens his features—that smug satisfaction dimming the glint in his eye and the edges of his smile—and his gazes falls from yours, refocusing on the worn novel he had been reading before you so rudely interrupted with your neediness.

That’s your cue to begin. 

You’ve become fairly proficient at using him as a toy, fingers curling around the plush top of the armchair, palms planted on either side of his head for leverage and stability as your hips begin to rock—slow, almost shyly at first; hesitant, cautious, testing. 

But you can never keep that up for long, far too eager to allow the build-up of that delicious tension, far too greedy to not chase after the immediate high, vying and ravenous and entirely addicted, unable to grant yourself more than a handful of moments to savour it, desperate to fuck him like some sort of wild, primal animal.

It’s what he loves most about you—your fervour. 

Your fervour to obey, your fervour to cum all over him, your fervour for whatever part of him he will so graciously gift you—his cock, his cum, his attention, his discipline; it doesn’t matter which it is, it’s all the same to you. Him. Any part of him, every part of him.

And even though he always makes you do all of the work, riding him is your favourite.

Because the best part about riding Alastor isn’t even getting to cum—it’s getting to watch him cum; clear and sharp and so, so beautiful. 

No blurry tears to obstruct your vision, no hair curtaining his face as he folds you in on yourself and pounds you into oblivion, no involuntary scrunches of your lids snapping shut in excruciating pain, just his face, open and accessible, expression entirely unadulterated. 

Pure. 

The pleasure smashes through his facades, through all of his pretences and carefully crafted masks, leaving him wholly unfiltered, raw, real. 

It’s the closest to authentic that you ever get. That you’ll ever get. 

But the fact that he allows you to orchestrate it, the fact that he allows you to witness him in such a vulnerable and personal state? Well, that’s something special to you. That’s what makes this position the best. 

It’s a difficult feat to get him there, to have his cock throbbing and filling you, hot and sticky and so, so much, without the use of violence or sadism, but you manage.

Because there’s just one other thing that works: Power.

Angling your hips just right, you fuck yourself with his cock, rolling the head over that plush spot, fleshy and engorged deep within you, assaulting it harsh and fast, just like he usually does. 

“Sir, Sir, Sir,” you’re chanting out in time with the gyrations of your hips, eyes glassy and shining with devotion. 

“Hm?” An eyebrow raises, disinterested, gaze refusing to leave the pages in front of his face. 

“Thank you, Sir,” you gush, words flowing in an appreciative stream. “Th-Thank you for allowing me to ride you.” 

His eyes flick up for a moment, clear and sharp, holding your own, a question imbued in the subtle motion. 

“It—It’s so good, Master,” you answer in a whine, staring at him with such stark sincerity it almost hurts, irises twinkling. “Your cock feels so g-good!” 

Pomposity polishes his features, lidding his eyes and curling his smile. 

“Yes,” he hums out, stare returning to his book. “You are quite a privileged little girl.” 

“I am, I am,” you agree with vehemence, voice tapering into a whine. “I’m so lucky, Master.” 

“And yet, you are still a greedy little brat.” 

“Can’t help it,” you moan. “I jus—I jus’ can’t get enough of it, Master; of you, Master.” 

His hips jerk slightly—a barely-there motion, something you’d never notice if you didn’t know to look for it—and you whimper loudly, bouncing accelerating, his little movement a non-verbal demand to ride him harder, to fuck him faster, to give him more.

And you happily oblige. Even when his orders are silent, written inconspicuously in the shift of his pelvis, you still instantly obey. 

God, he’s got you trained so well. 

You can see it engulfing him, this potent power he holds over you, ultimate and absolute. Authority cloaks his shoulders, the glow in his eyes glaring bright, his chest puffing out just a touch as his spine straightens. 

“I know you can’t, pet,” he says, arrogance wispy in his tone, brimming with a type of hedonistic pride. “It will never be enough for my selfish little girl, will it?”

No, no, no, your head is shaking, compliments pouring from your mouth, encased in thick strings of drool.

“I—I love it s’much, Master,” you’re babbling, half-delirious, hips gaining speed with each rock forward. “Love your cock so much!”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, yeah,” your head nods, loose and slack, words slurring a little. “Feels so good, Sir; feels the best, Sir.” 

“The best, huh?” 

“The best, the best, the absolute best—Better than any cock I’ve ever ridden in this life and every other.” 

“F-Fuck,” he breathes out, static eradicated from his voice, leaving it raw, naked. “Even without Master doing anything, it’s still the best.”

“Still the best,” you confirm. “Still my favourite.” 

A half-stifled groan sounds in his throat, something he tries to swallow down, something that refuses to be silenced, pleasure clawing at the back of his tongue.

The burn in your thighs intensifies as your pace increases, muscles flexing and gliding beneath your skin, your lungs stinging with each ragged inhale, chest heaving with your uneven gulps.

“Fills me up so perfectly,” you continue, words fading into an airy mewl, high and needy. “Better than anyone else ever could, ever can, ever will.” 

“You’re goddamn fuckin’ right,” he growls out, and even though his eyes are framed by heavy lids, his irises are incandescent, power staining them a radiant blood red, deeper and darker than normal, gaping and starved. “No one but your Owner could ever make you feel like this.”

Your head moves in frantic motions—yes, yes, yes!—fingers curling over the top of his armchair, nails scraping against the upholstery and leaving shredded little gouges in their wake.

“No one compares, Alastor—No one could ever, ever compare!”

“Christ,” he nearly whines, the curse shattering at the end as his hips stutter up—involuntary, instinctive. 

Three more grinds over that plush spot, hard and fast and rough, and then you’re convulsing in his lap, cute little cunt clenching almost violently around his cock—a desperate plead of sorts, begging him for his cum; please, Master, give it to me, please, Master, I want it so bad! 

The words fall from your mouth in a tangled stream, fucked sloppily from your throat as your hips continue to buck, each swipe of your clit over his slick pubic bone forcing another vicious ripple of chills to shudder through your form. 

It hurts, body shocked with erratic jolts of overstimulation, but you don’t dare stop, drops of sweat sprouting across your skin, tiny jewels strung along your hairline and adorning your temples, jagged little yelps slipping past your gritted teeth.

And it’s your dedication that finally sends him tumbling over the edge, your borderline religious commitment to ensuring his pleasure even at the expense of your own, book falling from his palms and fingers digging into your flesh as his hips jackhammer up. 

Two merciless pumps of his cock before he’s spilling into you, giving you exactly what you’re sobbing for, stuffing your little cunt full of his seed until it can’t take anymore, until it’s too much, until it’s seeping past the tight seal of his shaft to dribble down his balls in thick dollops of cream—and more, Alastor, more, more, gimme more!, your thighs tensing on either side of him as your little hole constricts purposefully, desperate to milk him for every last drop, the rolling of your hips turned ravenous, ruthless. 

“Fuck, fuck,” he’s hissing, claws piercing your hips as he forces you to stop, little trickles of crimson oozing from the tiny punctures. “S’enough.” 

“S’never enough,” you whine dreamily as your body slumps forward, head buried in his shoulder, little tongue lapping up droplets of dewy sweat in kittenish licks.

“You really are such a spoiled little pet,” he says, but his voice is gentle, a palm petting the back of your head.

A hum vibrates on the back of your tongue and you nuzzle your face further into his damp neck, tongue flattening against his skin and following the curve down to his sharp collarbone, lips latching over one of the protruding knobs and sucking.

“Can’t help it,” you sigh out, muffled, the words humid and slick on his skin. “It really is my favourite thing in the whole world, Sir. I adore you.” 

The tender confession beads along his neck, your hot breath turned to tiny droplets of condensation, and he sighs, the tension coiled in his muscles beginning to ebb. His limbs unwittingly melt into your own as he rests his chin on the crown of your head, quivering hands retrieving his book and finding his previous page. 

When he speaks again, his voice is soft, so quiet you nearly miss it—would’ve missed it, had you not felt the words rumble in his throat. 

“I adore you, too.” 

More than he wants to. More than he should. More than he could ever adequately express. 

[frogchiro]

Pls omg more slasher!Ghost omg

Bro def has a corruption kink.

A guy flirts with his future s/o?? ( they don’t know it yet )

He ends up missing.

His corruption kink is through the roof :((

Fem!reader, yandere themes, slight nsfw, mentions of blood and murder, Ghost is a slasher in this one so if you're not comfortable, don't read!!

He's big and burly from years in the military, standing at 6'4, broad shoulders and strong legs, biceps and chest bulging under the bloodied apron as he cleaves through meat and bone and his mind begins to wander.

His absolute favorite time of day is when you visit him to buy some fresh meat for whatever you're cooking tonight. He's always setting aside the best cuts especially for you because his heart flutters and cock jumps in his pants when you flush and praise him, complimenting him on the quality of the meat and how much of a talented butcher he is, and while all he does is nod a little or grunt at you in response, his mind is flashing him with little you under his burly body, panting and whimpering and flushed, begging him so prettily to make you his wife, to give you his babies-

But his thoughts are forcibly interrupted when he cuts up through the tough, hard thigh bone. Heh, for a guy that measly and gangly he sure put up a fight and he's a tough one to cut up, but it had to be done. He noticed it a while ago that this guy was making....unwanted advances on you, always talking to you and leaning far too close for comfort even when you politely albeit quietly asked him to please stand futher away, sir.

The last straw was when Ghost just happened to be strolling through your general neighbourhood in the dead of night and caught this creep red handed as he was trying to peep through one of your windows. Cold fury froze his veins, how dare this dirty swine do something as despicable as this? Stalking you? Terrorizing you? His girl? Not on his watch, Simon knew the guy had to go and he just happened to have the perfect solution♡

[sook9i]

— SAY MY NAME

⋆｡°✩ nicknames TXT likes in the bedroom

. . . GENRE ! TXT x gn!reader | separate headcanons

. . . CONTAINS ! sir/daddy/master kink, dom!txt, yj - mean(?) dom, degradation (whore, cockwhore, slut), hair pulling, begging; sb - mentions of dollification & size kink, reader is dressed in skirts, reader is called bunny; bg - mean dom, degradation (whore), slapping, implied doggy(?); th - kinda mean dom, pet play (collars, ears, etc.), reader called pet and kitten; hk - reader called angel, baby, & pretty, implied fingering & overstimulation

. . . NOTES ! heyyyyyyyyy so um here ya go, sorry for disappearing it'll happen again

. . . ADMIN ! written by callie 😽

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YEONJUN - wc ! 212

Split pretty evenly between sir and daddy. Most of the time, depending on the circumstances, a simple “junnie” or “baby” will suffice. Other times, however, especially when he’s feeling cocky or frustrated or jealous, it’s not enough. Yeonjun is naturally pretty teasing and likely to sprinkle in degradation into his talking. Not necessarily mean or hard, just simply dominating. The times when explicit dynamics are in order often come about from Yeonjun practically breaking you down until you say it first. Denying you over and over until you’re a slobbering mess of begging “Please sir-pl-please please-hic-wan’ your cock sir-please.”

“Oh? So now the little whore wants to start respecting me?” His grip tightens on your scalp, lighting pain across the skin. An obviously fake frown stretches on his face, “Poor, helpless little slut. Should’ve listened when I told you to stop messing around. But you’re just a stupid needy cockwhore, aren’t you? Can’t stand ten minutes without sir’s cock in your mouth, huh? Pathetic.”

His sneer drives swaths of heat between your thighs and more tears welling in your eyes. “P-please sir, i’m-im so-sorry-sob-sh-should’ve done what s-sir said. Plea-please, just-just wan’ you so bad.”

“Well then.” He hands yanks your head right up to his, “Shut up and get on your knees.”

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SOOBIN - wc ! 436

To pair well with both his size kink and interest in dollification, Soobin is not opposed to being called Daddy. He’s quite fond of things more in the realm of nicknames: binnie, bin, or even just Soobin. However, there’s something so heavy in the name Daddy that Soobin truly cannot resist. Putting all of your trust in his hands, his to mold and care for and use. He simply can’t help but take all of the control you give him. Dressing you up and posing you. All ruffles and short skirts; perfect pinks and whites, a pure picture of innocence. In these moments, you’re all his to ruin.

Poised upon the bed like a porcelain doll, framed in voluminous skirts and petticoats spreading out beside you like wings. Soobin’s long fingers drag their way up along your calf. Slowly coming to rest in the middle of your thigh, running a nail beneath the tight elastic of your stocking. The sharp snap on your skin shocks a cold gasp from your throat. Shuddering, eyes shut tight as Soobin’s nose trails quickly behind the rest. Coming to a stop, faced with the guarded walls of all your layers of clothes, he finally looked up at you. You could barely look back, eyes screwed tight.

“Aww, poor bunny is trembling.”

It takes everything in you to suppress the high and needy whimper building in your throat. The muffled sound peaks with a hard clenching between your thighs which are quickly pulled apart. Soobin’s palms pressed into the plush, rubbing soft circles into the skin; his fingertips so close to the ache between your legs, it dragged out another pathetic whine.

Eyes clenched even tighter, fists curled at your sides; It spills through your lips before you can stop it. “D-daddy, please-just-please-hnng.” Hips canting upwards, held back by his grip.

Soobin’s smirk grows impossibly smug, gleaning up at you as he presses your hips firmly into the mattress. Hands slipping from your thighs, pushing at the mountains of lace keeping him away. His eyes devour the depraved sight between your thighs, a deeper hunger growing in them. Fingernails digging into the flesh beside his head, more and more whimpers coming from you as his lips and teeth clash so close to where you need him. A hand twirled tight around his hair and a sharp tug on it all, his own neediness is catching up to him.

With a shudder and darkening eye; he always gets lost in the rush of power, your sweet submission, the moment he says, “Come on, Bunny. Beg for Daddy, and he’ll let you cum.”

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BEOMGYU - wc ! 251

Daddy but in a mean way. Beomgyu definitely has his soft dom moments, but with such a big thing for humiliation, they’re somewhat few and far between. He takes pride in his power over you; even when you act out, the power to put you back in your place is the most satisfying. Stripping you of your clothes and attitude; knocking you down a few pegs and face-first into his mattress. Chewing up your ego and spitting it back down your needy, begging, throat. That was perhaps his favorite part of it all. Making you so submissive, an absolute mess with the graze of his fingertips. Hips swiveling in the air, ass seared with hand prints and the deep crescents of digging fingernails. Your muffled cries were music to his ears; words muddled in pathetic slobbering.

“B-Beom-ah!” Another harsh sting ripples along your skin and tears a whining squeal from your throat. Paired with the fingers tugging you up by your hair, pain overwhelmed your senses.

His words send that burning pain back into unbearable heat between your legs. “Come on, baby. You know that’s not my name.” The grin on his lips is audible, though there’s nothing left in you to protest.

All resolve gone, you’re left to desperate groveling. “Daddy! Daddy, please, I’m sorry! Please-hic-just…fuck me, please.” Your words trail off, meak and measly, no match for the degrading laughter that follows.

“God, you’re such a dumb fucking whore. Cry a little louder, baby, and maybe Daddy will listen.”

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TAEHYUN - wc ! 279

another healthy mix of sir and daddy, with a little master mixed in sometimes. He likes to explore various dynamics, and thus, different names. Pet play is his newest experiment. The first time he saw you in between his knees, neck wrapped all pretty in a collar, he almost came on the spot. Tucking his fingers between the tight leather and your skin, tugging hard as you struggle to keep quiet. Pets aren’t supposed to talk, and he loves to remind you of that. If any word slips past your lips apart from his name, you can expect to end up with bruised knees and a sore throat.

Whining out a pitiful, “Please!”

The pain of carpet rubbing hard onto your skin is only outweighed by the harsh grip on the back of your neck. Tilting your head up to get a perfect view of your watery gaze.

Taehyun’s eyes are heavily lidded; foggy and dark as they rake over your face, pausing on the faux ears adorning your head. His grip tightens as the bells along your outfit jingle. “Kittens don’t talk. Or did you forget?”

Your heartbeat races and your core aches, teary eyes meeting his. “N-no, Master. I-”

His gaze is pointed, daring you to finish your sentence. A heated shudder settles in your stomach. “No, Master.”

“Good pet.” A thumb strokes softly on your chin, yet Taehyun’s face remains hard. “You know I still have to punish you, kitten.”

“Y-yes, Master.”

Fingers slip back down to your neck before yanking on your collar, knocking the breath from your lungs. Biting out the words, “Then shut up and open your mouth. Master’s gonna fuck your throat.”

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HUENINGKAI - wc ! 290

To Kai, the act of dominance, having you submit to him completely, is more about how he takes care of you every step of the way. Sure, there are certainly times he takes more focus on himself. He’s glad to have a partner so accepting of his selfishness at times. However, being the youngest, he’s used to the babying treatment; even playing into it at times. With you, he gets to play the caretaker instead.

You never have to do any thinking with him, and, even if you wanted to, he’ll have you going dumb soon enough that won’t really matter. Having you take his fingers over and over again; stretching you out and licking up your mess before he even takes his own clothes off. Maybe you aren’t the only dumb one. With the way he gets lost in your lovely sounds, he just has to go back for another taste.

Cooing at your over-sensitive whines, shushing your soft cries, kissing away your sweet tears, “So good for me-ahh-pretty baby.”

Hands cradled softly in his, mingling on the mattress to keep you grounded as Kai’s hips take up more space inbetween yours. He presses your thighs up with his own, cock running teasingly along the inside.

“Daddy-” Mind numbed-out and drool slipping past your lips, your words come out as no more but a muddled plea.

“I know, baby.” His breath falls short watching your eyes screw shut, “‘m gonna make you feel so good, I promise.”

Your fingers curl tighter in his. “Wan’-wan’ it, please-”

“Want daddy to make you cum, angel?”

He can’t stop his small giggle as you desperately nod and slobber out incoherent agreements. “Whatever you want. Let daddy take care of you, baby.”

[sanjisblackasswife]

OP Men With a Girlfriend with a Fat Ass. (Black Fem! Reader)

Ft. Monster Trio, Kid, Law, Ace, & Shanks

A/N: Yeah boobs are great…but nobody talks about anime dudes loving ass like commonnnnnnnnn. + I think women in OP don’t have big butts. Like…they have the tits sure and Ik they have A FORM of a butt but like…they ain’t got a fat asssssss

CW: A whole lotta nonsense.

Luffy

You are the sole reason he is a butt guy rather than a boob guy

He likes having you walk in front of him for obvious reasons

He doesn’t realize how much he stares though it’s kinda just subconsciously a thing he does with no shame behind it

Your butt has a literal mind of its own when you walk and it’s just mesmerizing to him

He never touches it though

On purpose

When Luffy hugs you he mostly enjoys wrapping his arms around your hips and thighs and lowers himself to pretty much hug your butt with his face

You remember when Luffy had to hide under Boa’s coat and his body was wrapped around her body—-yeah like that that’s how he hugs you from behind

It’s so soft pls let him bite it.

There was a few times you caught him staring and he’d laugh it off scratching the back of his head before you almost scold him for not paying attention as you talked

If you both are sexual in your relationship your ass is something he holds dear when sleeping with you.

Luffy grinds on ur soft and plush butt while you both are sleeping, at first you couldn’t sleep because of this but you’ve somehow gotten used to his erratic thrust against your ass

When you lay on your stomach and watches you shift just to see your butt jiggle

He’s so amazed on how it still moves even after you stopped shifting

All in all Luffy loves dat ass.

Zoro

Ass eater fasho

Look at him.

Booty Hunter Zoro

He loves the booty more than anything else on you.

He was actually shocked on how fat your ass really was when you stood naked in front of him the first time KSHSSHS

You always wore jeans and they were so so tight (still looked good in them though) he just didn’t register HOW BIG your butt really was

“Fuck, you have a fat ass, babe.”

HE SLAPS IT SO HARD

And he SLAPS IT ALOT so be prepared

He doesn’t care either how much it hurts he loves watching it jiggle afterwards

Like sir excuse me you left a mark

Absolutely sleeps on it when you both nap.

Zoro is another one that just stares at you when you walk across the ship

Lord help you if you wear a sun dress

You have almost all thongs so when you wear looser clothing your butt is free to move how it likes

Makes you do mostly leg workouts to watch you squat

Swears you’re doing it wrong just to be behind you when you do it

“No, Y/N you have to go lower like this.”

“Get Ya dick Off me!”

He does ask you such stupid ass questions about it though

“So it’s not heavy when you fight?”

“Zoro what the hell are you talking about.”

“All of…that you’re carrying behind there.”

Mf…

Sitting on his face or eating it from the back once is a must if you want to use his mouth

“Imma suffocate you.”

“It’s okay i can hold my breath really long.”

Zoro is a Ass man and you just made it worse so congratulations

Kid

Same as Zoro. Eats dat ass for breakfast, lunch, and dindin

He enjoys watching you put on pants

“Something you need?”

“Just enjoying the show.”

He thinks your butt is nothing but temptation and something to distract him

Blames you for it completely because how dare you.

“PUT THAT AWAY!”

“WHAT?!”

“THAT BUTT OF YOURS I CANT FOCUS WITH IS SHAKING IN MY FACE ALL DAY—“

“HELLO—?!”

He has caught Killer watching. Killer tries to say he wouldn’t know because of his mask, but he know he’s looking right at your butt sway back and fourth

He uses it as a stress ball sometimes KSBSJSKS

Actually compares your butt with his

“Mine is bigger.”

“You mean flatter.”

“I hate you.”

Sanji

Definition of “Don’t know what to do with all that ass.”

When he first met you he of course adorned your beauty. Granted you always worn baggier clothing than the rest of the girls on the ship, since you were a bit heavier and insecure Sanji didn’t give af about that anyways he still liked you, but after the 2 years you loss some weight and gained the strength and confidence you always deserved and finally started to wear more revealing clothing and which revealed your true shape.

“Y/N-Y/N SAN YOUR BODY IS—-YOUR BUTT IS SO—“

Bleeding on sight. You were wearing some cut shorts with a tied shirt and the shorts cupped your round butt so beautifully.

Crush him with your thighs and butt pls

When you walk you tend to sway your hips a lot making your butt move and it catches his attention so fast all he wants to do is rub it :((

He gets hard a lot when you wear bikinis

NEEDS a reason to touch your lower half at least once a day or he’ll combust.

“Would you like me to rub sun screen on you, my princess?”

His lotioned hands always tease around your smooth fatty cheeks when he massages you

Speaking of massages he gives you one every night and that either leaves him a horny mess or fucking into you from the back

You shook your ass on him once while dancing and he just COULD NOT handle what he seen and bled on you

“Please do me the honor of sitting on my face.”

Okay so…there was this one time Sanji fucked you in the kitchen and he asked if he could try something knew and you said okay, he bent you over and poured honey on your ass and licked it up.

You were shocked and turned on all at once.

When you wear skirts you’re such a damn tease to him the way the back of it always ends up shorter than the front and it always hits the bottom of your cheeks so beautifully

VERY PROTECTIVE BTW

Immediately kicks around mfs that say anything derogatory about your shape

“She has to be a slut with a body like t—-“

One to the head now you know he dead

Yeah Sanji and the rest of the OP boys do not play about people talking about your body. It’s theirs for a reason who is anybody allowed to talk crap about it?

Law

He’s more of a thigh man but since you’re natural best believe you have those to match with them two beach balls you got back there

He always under estimates how you look in clothing.

“I don’t think this will fit—“

“It will It’s Just your unifo—-oh.”

Ass is still sitting pretty in a jumper.

Law’s stupid ass tends to read about bodies with larger mass of fat on specific areas and if it’s normal

NOT TO BE MEAN HE LOVES YOUR BODY HE JUST WANNA MAKE SURE YOURE COMFORTABLE AND HEALTHY PLS

He cuddles the butt and if your have stretch marks or cellulite he traces /pokes them with his fingers

“Stop that!”

“Your ass moves even when you talk, fuck..”

Absolutely cannot handle you doing reverse cowgirl

Cumming in minutes you didn’t even properly adjust to his size

He taps or plays with the fat of your thigh when he is in thought. So much so there is a small bruise that formed because he always did it in the same area

Wants you to sit on his face, but embarrassed to ask

DO NOT HOVER OVER HIS FACE HE HATES THAT SIT ON HIM.

You did it and he did the most obnoxious moan inside you

Makes you wear nothing but your panties when you both are alone.

Ace

“Suffocate me with your thighs please I don’t want to be alive anymore.”

He uses your butt as a punching bag sometimes KSHSHSISK

Like you’ll be looking the other way talking to him and he’ll be behind you lightly punching each cheek for his own amusement

He wants you to wear his shorts so bad???

“I can’t fit them.”

“You can—look they stretch!”

He just plays with your butt a lot and like 90% of the time it isn’t even sexual he just loves the fat of your ass sm.

He thinks you look like a mf goddess with how your body moves when you dance

He absolutely loves when you ride him but he does it in front of a mirror so he can watch your wet ass bounce in him.

“Stop Doing that or imma sit on you.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

When he hugs you from behind he tends to dry hump you and sometimes you don’t notice KSHSHSKS

Falls asleep on your ass

Has thought about eating your ass

He just really loves your ass

Shanks

So. Many. Butt jokes.

He was drunk and barged into your room one night to find you laying on your stomach in your panties reading and kissed your ass

“Wha—?”

“I was craving something for my tooth so I kissed your butt…cuz you have such a sweet ass.”

You hate this man sm.

You have to sit on his lap once a day or he’ll pout. Literally pout all day.

Rubs your butt constantly when he is beside you.

Doesn’t give af who is watching because who gone stop him?

Another ass eater

HATES when other men look at your ass.

That’s his ass who tf are they to look and gawk over it?

Would prefer if you wore No panties when you wore skirts

Makes stupid excuse for you to bend over a lot

Absolute menace because he in fact an ass man

You’re actually the first woman he has been with with an ass like yours so when he sees it he sometimes gets flustered you never see it though.

Unlike Law doggy style and reverse cowgirl is the go tos. Your jiggly booty is his new treasure.

Dry humps you sm you swear he’s like a dog in heat.

When you guys go shopping he likes to be in the dressing room with you to watch you struggle to put on pants.

“Baby did you get the right size these feel too small?”

“No.”

“WHY?”

“Cuz look..” -casually pokes the fat that couldn’t get in the pants.- “sexy.”

[negansfavlucille01]

CLEAN IT UP

Negan × f!reader

Warnings: Blowjob, Negan, swearing, hair pulling

Word count: 0,6K

Note: I have a few first in my drafts, including innocence pt.2, and I'll post it soon, I promise. If you want to be tagged in my posts, pls say so.

So boring. She thought to herself while the meeting continued.

Negan was talking about supply runs and strategies, something she didn't understand. Y/N was sitting on her chair, bored, her hands on your thighs as she struggled to listen.

It felt like forever when...

"You're dismissed." Negan said, tapping his bat at the table to make sure everyone understood. She went to stand up and walked towards the door. "Y/N, pour me a glass of water before you go."

She sighed, dragging her feet to the small table in the corner of the room where the jug of water and the glasses were. She poured some, then went back to him to hand it. Her clumsiness, of course, had to ruin everything. She tripped over her own feet and fell, the water spilling right at her boss's crotch.

He slowly looked up, then back at where the water spilled. Biting his hip, he gestured her to get up. She stood up, putting the now empty glass on the table.

"Clean it up." It took her a few moments to figure out if he was talking about the floor or his crotch. But unfortunately, he was talking about, in fact, not the floor. "Did I fuckin stutter?"

"No, sir..." She walked to the small table again and took some tissues. He patiently waited for her return. She kneeled before him, right between his thighs and hesitantly reached to mop the water off his pants.

"Cmon, girl. I don't have all day."

Pressing fully your hand on the material, Y/N could feel that Negan had a slight hard on. She looked up at him with wide eyes, but in return she just got that stupid grin looking at her. She shyly looked at the floor as she rubbed the tissue on, mopping the water, but also getting him harder.

Once the pants were almost dry she stood up and threw the tissue in the bin. Wishing for a permission to walk out, she turned to your boss, but he again gestured her to come back.

"See, darlin, you gotta do a little more for me to forget what happened. You can't just fuckin' spill water on me, can you?" She nodded, kneeling down and slowly working her hands on his belt. Seeing his hardness grow made her panties soaked. She slid his pants down, still keeping his boxers on. He looked big. Very big. And that was confirmed when she took off the boxers as well, his long member slapped again his leather jacket, right where his belly button would be. He was long and thick, the mushroomy tip swollen and red. He was a treat. Leaning in and slowly licking the tip while looking into his eyes had him groaning lowly. Unexpectedly, he grabbed her hair and slammed his hips forward, making her take him all. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she gagged but she also felt so much pleasure. He held it long enough for her to slap his thigh, desperately trying to get him to let her go. He didn't. The heat in her core made her feel like a whore for him, but everyone knew the effect he had on women.

Sucking with tears in his eyes and feeling the stings down her throat were painful, but she still wanted to make him proud. He released her, letting her take a few breaths before she got back to work, sucking hard on the tip. His groans got louder and he gripped the table. She sucked and sucked until her jaw ached, her lips became pink and she felt him twitch in her mouth. "Shit, baby. I'm cumming.."

She took him as deep as she could and lookef up at him with lust-filled eyes to watch his reaction. His head is leaned back and his mouth is dropped open as he panted. Suddenly, she felt warm ropes of cum deep down her throat, making her choke. He pulled her face away and smirked as she recovered.

"Good girl."

[eve209]

‼️‼️SMUT WARNING CAUSE IM PISSED‼️‼️

FOR SOME BACK STORY: on Roblox I got banned for a day then when I was logging back in it wouldn’t let me do to the 2 step vari so….I’m mad rn tbh and I wanna fuck Roblox

ROBLOX X TOP MALE READER

THIS FANFIC IS JOKE PLS (kinda short)

(Update that account got deleted…)

‼️WARINGS‼️ punishment, spanking, light choking, degrading, little praise here and there, daddy kink (only 2 times though), pet names, mirror fucking, almost gettin caught, sir kink.

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“FUCKING HELL DUDE” I said bashing my head on my keyboard then looking back up at the screen in front of me.

“What are you mad about this time?” My homie,  Kayden on the call said while chucking.

“Ya know how got ban from Roblox yesterday?”

“Mhm”

“well now I’m trying to log in and it says I have to have a 6 digit code that got sent to my email and I didn’t hook a FUCKING EMAIL ON MY ACCOUNT.”

“PFFFFFF HAHAHA, do ya want me to come over and help with it? Maybe I can spend the night or somethin.” Alex said while I heard him shuffling for something, probably his phone.

“But then I have to wait 45 minutes for you to drive here tf am I going to do in the mean time!?” I said while stretching out my arms and pushing my gaming chair back with my feet till it hit my bed while still having my headset on.

“It’s ok dude your gonna live im packing rn so hold tight and jerk off or somethin.” Alex said.

“BRO WTF-“ I said while getting cut off by the end call sound.

“Fucking hell…” I said breathing out but again getting interrupted by a strange noise coming from the pc. Bringing my head back down from looking up at the ceiling while everything started to violently shake around me.

“What the fuck is happening!” I said gripping the arm rests of the chair then closing my eyes and waiting for everything to be over.

….

…….

Suddenly everything stopped. ‘What the fuck..’ I thought opening my eyes slowly while feeling pressure on my lap.

“Hi there! I heard you are having a hard time logging into your Roblox account! May I help you in anyway to satisfy you?” A soft male voice said above me while I was looking my lap seeing tight, outlined thighs with a small bulge in between.

“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!?” I said looking up, following the tanned body that’s connected to the thighs I was checkin out earlier.

“Oh I’m sorry dear! I’m Roblox! I’m sorry I forgot to introduce myself! Your having trouble right? Well I’m here to take that trouble away!” Said Roblox while holding an iPad, still sitting on my lap.

“Y-yeah I am having trouble. My names (M/n) by the way..” I said lightly grabbing his waist so his ass can stop grinding on my dick.

“Yep! I already know that but thank you for reminding me!” He said but then quickly adding onto it while starting to turn around to the PC, “What seems to be the problem sir?”

‘Fuck…’ I thought while still holding on to his waist. The sight of his round, squish-able ass on my covered dick kinda turned me on. ‘I never knew a fucking app could have such a fuckable ass…’

“Um sir, what you do need help with?” Roblox said while slightly turning his body to the side to look at me.

“Oh yeah um I can’t log into my Roblox account because it says I need a six digit code thats sent to my email but it didn’t send me it so I don’t know what to do.” I said scratching the back of my head while looking up at him, still on my lap.

“Oh well are you sure that you checked your inbox?”

“I’m pretty fucking sure…” I said tilting my head back.

“Well then I’m sorry sir but I don’t know how to help you then…you probably turned on two-step verification and didn’t put an email to go with it!” Roblox said, moving his body to face me again while resting his hands on my chest, and looking at me.

With a deep sigh coming from my mouth, I moved my hands to go under his butt and stood up while still holding him and walking to my bed and placing Roblox in the middle of it.

“Um sir! W-what are you d-doing!” Roblox said moving his hands to clutch the pillow, his head was laying on.

“You said you were here to take my trouble away right?” I said, taking off my hoodie I had on.

“Y-Yes! That’s what I’m here for, but what are you doing!” Roblox said with a worried look.

“Well I have some trouble with my dick and I think you would be perfect and you need a punishment for not doing your job right.” I said putting a hand next to Roblox’s face and looking down on him. “How does that sound princess?” I said slipping my hand down to grab his ass.

POV NOW IN 3RD PERSON

“But sir- MHMM!~” Roblox stuttered before (M/n) smashed his lips onto his roughly and slipped his tongue in his mouth.

As (M/n) was taking his sweatpants and boxers off, he took his tongue out of Roblox’s mouth to replace them with two of his own fingers.

“Fuck baby, look at how hard my dick is because of you.” (M/n) said, grabbing his cock and jerking himself off while taking his fingers out of Roblox’s mouth and entering his fingers in his tight hole. After stuffing his fingers in, (M/n) immediately started to thrust his fingers faster and harder making Roblox scream in pleasure.

After a couple of minutes, Roblox’s tight hole was already nice and loose, which once (M/n) realized this, he took his fingers out and stopped jerking his massive cock off. “Fucking hell, do you know how much time and money I put in that stupid fucking account since I was like 10?” (M/n) said, grabbing Roblox’s neck, choking him, and leaning down to slide his tongue around Roblox’ s face cheek.

“P-please sir! I’m s-so sorry I couldn’t help but I-!~ AH!” Roblox said before getting cut off by (M/n) thrusting his cock into Roblox’s pathetic hole, making Roblox cum right then and there.

“S-shit Baby your still so fuckin tight after fingering your hole for 10 minutes, goddamn slut.” (M/n) said til grabbing onto his neck. Roblox couldn’t even get a breather, nor thought in before (M/n) started thrusting fast into Roblox, making their skin slap together.

“AHH~! DADDY PLEASE!~~ it’s to much! Please daddy I just c-came! Wait wait w-wait!” Roblox said tears of overstimulation and pleasure running down his face.

“God princess, just take it.” (M/n) said while smacking Roblox’s ass.

After 20 minutes of thrusting, choking, degrading and praise, (M/n) still hasn’t came deep inside Roblox like he wants! Unlike (M/n), Roblox has came 3 times already, almost passing out. “F-fuck what a good boy you are baby, such a big dick for a tight ass like yours and your still taking it.” (M/n) said smirking as Roblox arched his back.

“Fuck! S-sir! I-it’s to m-much! Ah!~” Roblox said screaming as (M/n)s dick reached the deepest part of him.

*knock knock knock*

….

“Who the fuck….” (M/n) said stopping, but not pulling out of Roblox. Roblox whimpered,  tightening around (M/n)s cock. Breathing heavily, Roblox asked (M/n) “W-why did y-you st-“. “HEY DUDE WTF ARE YOU DOING??” Kayden said still knocking on the door.

“F-fuck um ONE SECOND LET ME GO TAKE A SHOWER!” (M/n) said covering Roblox’s mouth in the process.

“NAH MAN WTF I WAS JOKING ABOUT YOU JERKING OFF YOU FREAK” Kayden said, laughing and fidgeting with the door.

“BRO STFU I HATE U I DIDNT DO THAT” (M/n) said picking up Roblox and walking to his bathroom in his room. Quickly turning the shower on and sitting on the lid of the toilet. (M/n) breathes and slaps Roblox’s butt and throws his head back before looking at Roblox and whispering..

“You think you can be quiet?”

[lxdymoon0357]

Hello can you please make a yandere headcanons of Felix from i have became hero's rival pls

(bby<;3)

Yandere! Felix X Reader HCs

▥ Wow...... I'm happy for you to earn him as your yandere, the safest and softest choice out of all of the others!!! Felix with his soft and pretty face was introduced to you through Irene, you both happen to be friends and you needed a job and you got one at the Chamberlain estate.

▥ You were basically a playmate for Claudia and you were worked with Irene and helped Claudia escape the male leads as carefully as possible, trying not to get killed and often you spend times with Felix as well, helping him improve his magic skills!

▥ Sometimes, Felix would bring you tiny friendship gifts and you would also do this thing where you make a treasure hunt for each-other, then give each other the clues and hunt for each-other’s gifts for yourselves.

▥ You became very close with Felix, to the point where you got called by Sir. Chamberlain and asked if you both got married in secret, you shook your head giggling saying you both were only friends…..

▥ Felix did behave weirdly on certain occasion taking about someone named Lerase, and being hella touchy with you, like travelling his hand sunder your clothing to touch your thighs

▥ What you didn’t realize was ho obsessed Felix was until he kidnapped you. Then you found out about Felix’s true face.

▥ Felix in all honestly treats you very well, but maybe the fact that he starves you in anger, slaps you sometimes, took away your freedom and bathes you every day and doesn’t allow you to do basic tasks without him in fear you’ll escape…

▥ Felix for someone, hands feeds you everything and doesn’t allow any maid to enter your room, he tests everything multiple making sure everything is perfect for you and if it isn’t well Lerase pulls them apart, literally…

▥ One thing, Lerase is a lust demon, which means you are constantly having make out sessions, grinding, kissing and eating out or giving a quick blow jobs and many quickies….

▥ Felix is very keen on gift giving and physical touch, also maybe acts of service, he makes you food whenever you hungry at very late at night, bring you flowers, write you letters when he is away, carries you when you’re too tired to walk, and bring you gifts, let’s you wake him up for dumb shit, even Lerase isn’t angry at you ruining his rest, Lerase will happily do whatever you want, he honestly doesn’t care sometimes…

▥ Felix thought about teaching you how to use magic in the beginning, but decided against it because he thought you would kill him using magic and then run away….

▥ Look at me and say, he doesn’t worship the literal ground you walk on…Okay, maybe not the ground, because ground is dirty and he’s a noble man, but you get the point…He treats you like glass or dust, you’ll blow away if you get hurt even from a like a tiny cut, you don’t realize…

▥ Felix also does this thing, where he either puts lipstick on you or himself, and the kiss, making you or him get lip prints, he likes wearing them as accessories…

▥ Felix grows a tiny garden with your favourite flowers in them, also he includes them with his favourite flowers and also maybe flower language bouquets!!! Lerase thinks, it’s cringey and corny, but honestly he would also do this!!

[komugistissue]

Oooo, what about sucking Aki off every time he's on the phone just cause you like to be a distraction. Do you think he'd try to end the call quickly? Would he be able to hold back his moans? Would he lose his train of thought whenever your nose hit his pubes? What would he do when he finally hung up?

anon.. i'm so in love with this idea thank you so much 🥹

i had fun writing this, this idea is so hot to me but i have no idea what'd you'd call it, so if anyone knows pls lmk in the comments lol! also i reallyyy enjoy writing/reading about sub men so i hope u don't mind i made aki a lil bit subby in this! (i need him so bad) also this is NOT proofread so pls don't crucify me if there's any spelling mistakes 😣

pairing- aki hayakawa x afab reader

warnings- subby aki, blowjob while on the phone, oral (m receiving), reader calls aki a good boy, aki calls reader ma'am, afab reader

"everything is in order, the devil was executed and i'm about to start writing the report on the mission." your boyfriend spoke into the phone. you sat next to him at his desk, impatiently waiting for this phone call to end after he told you to be quiet so he could take it.

"it was a bloody fight, fortunately there were no casualties and no one is severely injured. we were able to recover...." jesus christ. when would this phone call end? there was no possible way he had this much to say about a mission where barely anything happened.

"hey! hey! ki!!" you whisper shouted, snapping your fingers to get your boyfriend's attention. he put his finger up to his mouth in a "shush" motion and turned his chair away from you. "ugh!'' you rolled your eyes. you just wanted to hang out with your boyfriend and this stupid call was taking up all your alone time with him!

god dammit, you thought. how could you pull his attention away from this totally unimportant phone call onto his totally important girlfriend? you thought for a second. that could work. you got up out of your chair with a plan in your head. aki was so focused on his phone call that he didn't notice when you stood up, or when you got underneath his desk.

he looked over when he felt the warmth of your hand touch his upper thigh and saw your other hand reaching toward the crotch of his pants. "what're yo... oh um i'm sorry, i was just talking to my, uh, dog. please continue." he looked at you anxiously when he saw his belt being undone and your hand reaching for his cock.

you grabbed his cock, that was growing harder by the second now that he understood the situation, and ran your thumb against the tip, gathering all his precum on the tip of your finger and licking it off. he clicked the mute button on the call, "hah.. what are you doing? y-you know this call is mmm-important to me.." he said between breaths. you took your finger out of your mouth and put it up to his. "shhh ki. be a good boy for me okay?" you moved your finger away from his mouth and pushed the unmute button.

"mr. hayakawa, are you there." aki was so caught up with you he hadn't realized his superior had said something. "y-yes sir i'm sorry, just my dog is really needy mmmf-today.." you smirked hearing him try to keep his composure, sure you did feel a little bad, but hearing him hold back his little whines erased all guilt you had.

you grabbed his cock and licked a stripe all the way from the base to the tip of his leaking cock. poor baby aki covered his mouth and tried so hard to hold back his little whimpers. he looked down at you with tears in his eyes and a look that said "please just make me cum already." you took his cock into your mouth and started licking his tip. he muted his voice and started to moan out to you. "hah.. fuck.. please just mmmf-just stop teasing.. please.." you took your mouth off and stopped completely, "if you keep muting this call i'll stop aki. do you understand me?" "...yes ma'am" he said, clearly embarrassed about the entire situation. "that's my good boy. now unmute your voice, and let me take care of you."

you put your mouth back onto his neglected cock and let the tip hit the back of your throat. you did feel bad for making your poor boyfriend feel embarrassed like this. you could spoil him for a little while.

fuck, he could feel every little thing. the way your nose hit his pubes when he was completely down your throat, how you were rubbing little circles into his leg to (attempt) help him keep his composure. he felt like he was going to go crazy. your throat was so warm. all of a sudden, he felt you cup his balls. "i'm sorry sir but something hmmff-came up, can i call you back?" aki hung up before he could hear the answer.

"fuck.. please baby i-i'm sorry for hanging up! just please... mhnnghh please make me cum pleasee" he blabbered out to you. damn, how could you be mad at his cute face? "it's okay my good boy, just sit back."

[mayajadewrites]

I Wish I Hated You (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

C H A P T E R F I V E : B A T H R O O M

summary: You don't do second chances. Especially after you gave your heart to Levi Ackerman, and he decided to throw it away so the next person has to repair the damage. Will Levi put his ego aside and finally admit his feelings for you are far deeper than you imagined? Or is a second chance out of the question?

warnings: spicy scene in this chapter. I do not recommend having a relationship like reader and Levi have right now. Don't participate in toxic relationships and use condoms pls

ao3

You stare into Levi's stormy eyes as his eyes devoured your body. He looked at Jean's hand, like he was waiting for him to move it. But he didn't. 

"Boss, you okay?" Jean asked, taking a sip of his drink. 

"I'll be fine once you stop touching her." 

"I - what?" Jean looked at you with confusion. "You're dating Levi Ackerman?"

"Dated." You shoot Levi a glare. "I'm not his girlfriend anymore. We've been broken up for months." 

Jean let out a sigh of relief but still looked nervously at Levi. "Sorry, sir. I didn't know you dated her."

"Now that you know you can get your hands off of her." He said flatly. 

"You are so dramatic." You kiss Jean's cheek and turned around. "I'm going to the bathroom. Do not scare my date off while I'm gone." You push your index finger into Levi's chest. 

Once you finish up in the bathroom and unlock the door to leave, a hand pushes you back into the room. 

"I wish you would just leave me alone." You groan and look at Levi as he locks the door behind him. 

"Do you?" Levi stalks toward you. "I think it's actually the opposite. I think you want me to go crazy." 

Levi walks you until your back is to the wall. "Why the hell would I ever want that?" Your voice gets a bit louder. "I didn't WANT to let you go Levi. You gave me no choice. I'm finally okay enough to kiss a man that's not you. Please don't ruin it for me." 

Levi's eyes wander your face as he hovers only inches from your face, looking for any sign of Jean. 

"Looks like he left you something." Levi moved his thumb over the small bruise on your neck. 

"There will be more where that came from. Now if you excuse me -" 

Levi puts his arm on the wall right next to your face, his eyes peering through his jet black hair. He stared at you, his eyes softening a bit. He hasn't been this close to you in a long time. His lips are so close. 

Your breath hitches as he leans in, his minty breath gracing your skin. Your eyes meet his and you know you shouldn't be doing this. This is the man who tore your reality apart. The man who made you question your life.

Levi leans in and presses his lips against yours gently, his free hand landing on your hip. 

You should stop.

You need to stop.

You wrap your arms around Levi's neck, burying your fingers in his hair as his tongue invaded your mouth. He paid special attention to your bottom lip, biting it gently before bringing his hand to your ass and giving it a squeeze. 

You moan at the contact and Levi brings his mouth to your neck, sucking and biting down your neck to your clavicle. His face was soon at your breasts, kissing each of them before pulling the straps down on your top. You help him unhook your top, letting it fall on the floor. 

"Who do you think you are showing these to everyone?" Levi flicks one of your nipples with his tongue before covering it with his mouth, sucking gently. You throw your head back and let a moan escape your lips as he continues to bury himself in your tits. 

You're breathing heavily when Levi brings his face back up to yours, colliding his lips with yours desperately. You hear his belt buckle hit the floor and his pants being kicked off his legs. You look down at watch as his cock springs from his boxer briefs, almost surprised by his length. You forgot how girthy he is. 

You know you shouldn't be doing this.

Your date is literally outside.

You unbutton your jeans and slide them down your thick thighs, revealing your lacy black underwear.

"And you wore these?" Levi pulls on the fabric with his index finger. "My favorites." He pulls again.

"You're going to rip them." You swat his hand away.

"I'll buy you more." He groans into your ear, pulling the underwear down your legs. You turn around and bend over, both of your hands on the wall.

"No, look at me." Levi orders as he grips your thighs and holds you. "I want to see that pretty face when you come." He whispers as he teases his tip at your entrance. His hand slides down to your pussy to take care of your clit. "How is it that you're always so wet for me?" He smirks as he rubs your clit in circular movements. 

You bite your bottom lip trying to hold back a moan. He presses just the tip of his cock into you and then retreats. A whine escapes your mouth involuntarily. 

"Tell me you want me to fuck you." Levi huskily says into your ear. "Tell me you want me inside of you. That you want me to fuck you senseless." 

You didn't want to give in, but God did you want him to fuck you. 

"I can't hear you, Princess." Levi pressed his tip against your soaked pussy.

"Fuck me, Levi. Please." You moan his name which sounds like music to his ears.

"So polite." Levi whispers before gripping your ass harshly as he enters your body. He watches his cock disappear inside of you and feels your walls expanding around him to fit all of him. "My needy brat." He pushed his entire length into you, receiving a moan from you in return. 

Levi guides your body up and down his length, digging his nails into your back and ass. You feel intense pleasure and your walls start to pulsate. His lips attach to your neck to where he, surprisingly gives you gently kisses. Completely opposite of the rough thrusts.

"You take me so well." Levi whispers and moans your name. The sound makes your stomach do flips as you feel your climax approaching. 

"Fuck, Levi." Your walls tighten around him as you come, his cock still thrusting in and out of you quickly. He fucks you through your high as his climax approaches soon after. He covers your insides with him, pushing his entire length in side of you as he releases. 

He breathes heavily as he pulls out, grabbing his underwear and pants. 

"I didn't take you for a man that fucks in a bathroom. Especially a club one." 

"I'll be disinfecting my entire body." Levi dried his hands and looks at you. You look down and pull your pants up along with your top, looking at yourself in the mirror to make sure you don't look too disheveled. You trace your finger on your neck and chest on all of the bruises Levi left. 

"Good thing the club is dark I guess." You sigh and grab your purse. "That was the first and last time that happens." You unlock the door and push it open, leaving Levi in the bathroom, alone.

[lovejosephquinn]

Be good for me and I'll untie you

Pls 🙏

“Stop fucking wriggling.” There was a slight growl followed by a slap of Joe’s hands clutching at your wrists, a small ounce of a smirk greeting him to which a look that could kill you mercilessly.

Joe dragged your hands up to the headboard, clasping the handcuffs tight, your cheeky look was soon wiped off of your face when the metal almost cut off your blood circulation. Your whole body came to a stand still, in full understanding that your boyfriend had his dominant head on and that he wasn’t messing around.

“I told you not to tease me when we were out and now look at you, facing the consequences of your actions you little brat.”

You winced when Joe rose over you, putting his weight down on you leaning forward to meet your chest where you thought you might of got something good out of it, instead you were met by the sweet yet sharp sting of both of your nipples being squeezed against his index finger and thumb. Twisting them ever so slightly whilst leaving a subtle stroke to make your core ache for him. He knew how worked he made you just from the way your thighs squeezed to rid of the twinge in your cunt.

“Here’s the deal.” Joe hoisted himself above you, his chain dangling and ticking your nose before bringing himself back, leaning either hand beside your neck. He manoeuvred himself just enough so that he could leave little nibbles against your sweet spot just below your ear. The little moan that escaped you pleased him. “You take your punishment, you take it like a good fucking girl. You be good for me, I untie you and then I’ll make you cum. Got it?”

You nodded quickly, almost giving yourself whiplash from not being able to stop your muscles from inclining.

“I need an answer or we won’t get anywhere.” Leaning back up, Joe’s hand instantly made a bee line for your throat, pushing down on your inevitable lack of being able to breathe for a second.

“I said.” He ripped his hand away, declining back to your face to push a chaise kiss to your lips. “Got it?”

“Yes, sir.” You caught your breath just as your answer escaped your lips. Joe immediately spat onto his hand, your lungs giving way once again when you felt the palm of Joe’s hand slap firmly against your slit, vigorously rubbing without warning. The relentless screech that shaped your mouth in an o shape told him that he had you right where he wanted you.

“That’s right, moan for me, already doing so well.”

[captain-mj]

I want that OG Soapghost you told me about

Pretty pls?

Hell yeah!

Soap smiled. “I’m finally a Captain. You know that puts me above you right. Gotta follow my orders.”

Ghost chuckled under his breath. “Really? You think I’ll listen?” He was teasing, looking at from where he was sitting on Soap’s new desk. Soap had an office now which was all kinds of exciting. 

“I know you will.” Soap answered honestly. 

“Congratulations, Johnny.” Ghost said softly. “You deserve it.” 

Soap got the bottle of whiskey out, Scotch because it was his celebration after all, and fixed two glasses. “Yeah, shame I’m celebrating with Ghost though.” 

Ghost stiffened before sighing. “Johnny...”

“Simon.” Soap looked up at him. “First order. Take the mask off.” 

He held the drink between them, pinning Ghost down with a glare. It took a minute, but slowly, Ghost reached up and slid the mask off. And there was Simon. 

“Fucking hell, you’re gorgeous.”

“Fuck off.” Simon blushed and took the drink. “We’re not separate people ya know. You’re still celebrating with Ghost.”

“Yeah, but ya got my meaning. I much prefer seeing Simon’s bonnie face than Ghost’s mask.” Soap moved between Ghost’s legs, hand on one of his thighs. 

“You’re a captain now. Doesn’t that mean you’d be taking advantage of me?” Simon teased, a blush spreading across his face. 

“Aye. Maybe so. I don’t think you mind.” Soap kissed him softly, tracing the scars on his face. “Missed you.”

“I’ve been with you all day.”

“I missed how you are when we’re alone.”

Ghost suddenly jumped. “The door I didn’t-”

“Calm down, darling. I locked it. No one else is going to see you.” Soap reassured and slid his hands up, grabbing Ghost’s hips and then sliding along his stomach. “Like I’d let anyone. I’ll be like Athena and blind them for being so bold.”

Ghost laughed softly, head tilting back. Soap knew exactly how to get to him. He knew how to honey his words and strike the right chords. 

With a smooth motion, Soap had Ghost flat on his back on the desk, one of his legs pushed up to his chest. A thrill went up his spine at the knowledge that no one else could do this. If any of them tried, they’d be dead on the floor. Hell, any of them get close enough, they’d have a few extra holes in them. 

But John MacTavish could. Ghost blushed all pretty when he did. 

“Trying to christen your desk sir? Could’ve warned me.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Soap kissed along his neck, marking the pale skin a deep shade of red and purple. He felt Ghost clawing at his back through his shirt and well that just wouldn’t do. 

Ghost whined when he pulled away but Soap pulled off his shirt and he quieted immediately, looking all over him like he was looking for wounds before relaxing and enjoying the sight. Soap flexed a little and Ghost’s thighs squeezed around him.

“Come on. Don’t have all night.” Ghost took off his clothes and undid his pants. He moved to try to bend over the desk and Soap just yanked him back, pinning him back down. “Aren’t you gonna...?”

“Wanna look at you first. Second order, take the rest of it off.” Soap so rarely got to see all of them and he was feeling lucky tonight. Apparently, he guessed right because Simon slowly undressed for him. 

There were so many scars. From torture, shrapnel, burns, and stray bullets that luckily didn’t end him. Soap loved every bit of it. Loved that Ghost’s stomach had a slight give, mostly because Soap had been getting on to him about eating. The tattoos that intertwined with them all. 

“Fucking hell...”

“It’s gruesome.” Simon mumbled. “Don’t know why you like staring.”

“You’re gorgeous. Bloody masterpiece.” Soap held him by his waist. “One day, I’ll convince you to let me draw you.”

“You have a snowball’s chance in hell.” Ghost gritted out, staring at the ceiling. Soap could tell it was getting to be too much so he finished undressing himself and started to kiss him again. Slowly, he started to relax again.

Johnny grabbed the lube and Simon spread his legs, hands reaching to grab the edge of the desk above his head. He made sure the lube was warm before gently pushing his fingers into him. Always two to start because Ghost loved the burn it caused. 

“Little bit masochistic ain’t ye?”

Simon flushed and pushed closer, trying to get them deeper. “Just a little. Fuck.” He closed his eyes as Soap drove his fingers in deeper, making sure he could take it with ease before pulling away. 

Soap held Ghost’s leg up, hand on one of his thighs to keep him steady. He watched him as he pushed in, forcing Simon to look at him. Those big brown eyes were misty and he was clearly trying to bite back a whimper. 

“Need a second?”

“Fuck off. I know you just ask to fuel your ego you prick.” Ghost spat at him before throwing his head back.

“If I don’t ask, you won’t tell me!” Soap laughed, rolling hips as he finally bottomed out. “Just want to make sure I’m taking care of you, Riley.”

Simon relaxed and moved to hold on to Soap’s arms instead, closing his eyes as Soap started to fuck him. “Hate that name.”

“One day, I’ll make you a MacTavish and you won’t have to use it anymore.” Soap mumbled against his ear, slamming into him to hear him muffle a scream.

“Really? Don’t see either of us as the marrying type.”

“I’ll make an honest man out of you. Promise.” Soap meant it, even they were just bantering. One day, he’d make Simon his. Maybe not legally since his lover was dead according to the law, but in every way he could. 

Simon stopped talking once Soap found his sweet spot, hitting it over and over again. Soap tried to be quiet, wanting to drink in every sound he could get from Simon. He really was stunning. Especially with all the scars. 

Soap sped up, finally getting Simon to stop bothering to muffle himself. Simon pulled him in closer until Soap crushed him against the desk. He kept kissing Soap desperately, shaking when he finally came. 

Soap smirked. “Didn’t even have to touch you that time. I’m getting better.” He thrust in a few more times before pulling out and coming over his chest.

Simon hummed in response and refused to move. Soap shook his head and found the rag he had brought in specifically for this. “You okay? Ya know I need you speaking.”

“I’m alright, sir.” Simon said softly, He held on to him, looking spent.

“Come on, love, let me get you to bed.”

“Yours.” Simon sat up, pulling his pants back on.

“Mine, of course. 

[wndaswife]

pls write mean, condescending wanda with a crybaby reader 😫 (this is a req)

wanda maximoff & fem!reader

tags: smut, fluff, infidelity, slight jealousy, degradation, praise, face slapping, hair pulling, cunnilingus, maybe dubcon, dom!wanda maximoff, sub!reader. MINORS DNI.

word count: 1781

Both of your parents were out for work and there were workers putting your backyard deck together, so you were advised by your mother to stay over at the neighbours’ house.

You liked both Wanda and Vision, but Vision had a habit of talking too much and Wanda was known throughout the community for being an impatient hothead. Countless poor restaurant workers she’d yelled at, cars she honked at incessantly when they didn’t drive forward the moment the light turned green.

They’d been trying for a while to have a child, and Wanda was finally pregnant with two boys. The stress wasn’t good for her pregnancy, but her irritation and perpetual anger seemed intrinsic.

“Good afternoon, Y/N!” Vision greeted once he opened the door to you standing on the house’s front porch. His hand patted your shoulder cordially as he led you in and closed the front door. “How are we feeling today?”

You smiled at him, slipping your bag from your shoulder and catching its strap with your hand. “I’m feeling okay, sir,” you answered as you walked into the living room together.

Vision laughed. “Always so respectful. I hope our boys grow up to be like you,” he complimented.

A voice called from upstairs, “Vis? Is that Y/N?”

“Yes, dear,” Vision called back and took your backpack from your hand to lay it on the couch. Footsteps echoed down to the living room until Wanda appeared at the foot of the staircase.

A smile graced a very pregnant Wanda at the sight of you and she walked into the living room to give you a hug. “So nice to see you again, Y/N,” she sighed as you hugged her back gently. She asked when she pulled away, a hand on your shoulder, “How are your parents?”

“They’re alright, Mrs Maximoff,” you told her with a nod.

“Please,” she said and ran her hand down your arm, leaving shivers in her wake. “‘Wanda’ is just fine, sweetheart.”

Vision spoke up, “Wanda and I are planning on having lunch in the backyard. Would you like to join us, Y/N?”

You averted your eyes from Wanda, who hadn’t taken her eyes away from you since she pulled away from the hug with you. “Sorry, I have some readings to catch up on and I already ate at home,” you answered Vision.

“No problem at all. We’ll save a few hotdogs for you if you get hungry later,” he said and headed to the kitchen to get the things for lunch.

But Wanda persisted. “Are you sure, darling?” she asked you, squeezing your wrist gently and tipping her head to the side while her eyebrows furrowed together.

Your eyes still darted around the living room carpet as you shrunk under her stare. “Yes, I-I’m sure. Sorry, just a few chapters of a play I have to read over,” you told her.

Wanda hummed as if contemplating the truth of your answer or whether or not she should continue to press you. “Alright,” she finally said. “But come out and join us the moment you finish your work.”

Forty minutes later, you were sitting at the living room coffee table with your phone out over your notebook having finished reading over the play about ten minutes ago. You didn’t even hear the sliding door open and shut behind you, and when Wanda spoke suddenly as if she had teleported right behind you, you jumped.

She looked down at you, eyes running over your notebooks and stationary spread out across her coffee table. “I didn’t mean to scare you, doll,” she said.

You cleared your throat and scratched at your thigh in order to soothe the sudden spike of adrenaline in your chest. “It’s okay. I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Then you mustn’t have heard what I said before. I asked who you were texting.”

“O-Oh,” you responded and looked down to the phone that had fallen in your lap after forgetting you had been holding it for a moment. “Just my friend.” You put your phone up on the coffee table.

Wanda spoke as if she hadn’t even been listening to your response, “Have you finished your readings yet? I would suppose you haven’t, because I told you to come out for lunch with us after you’ve finished.” Her tone sounded reprimanding and your fingers trembled under your knees. “But you seem finished to me.”

You packed up your pens and notebook and slid them into your backpack. “The play was just hard to read through,” you muttered, not having enough confidence in you to speak any louder anyways.

“Y/N, speak up,” Wanda snapped and you felt yourself flinch at the very sound of her sharp voice.

You didn’t want to repeat yourself, for it had been a thoughtless response, so you just shook your head and replied, louder this time, “Nothing. Sorry.”

An arm suddenly reached down into your bag and pulled your notebook out of your bag and flipped it open to your most recent page. You didn’t dare stand up from your spot on the carpet as you looked up at Wanda. “This is easy, Y/N, and you wasted your time writing this stupid shit when you could’ve been out in the back,” she barked and threw your notebook down, aiming for your bag but poorly. It fell onto the carpet.

Your head fell and your hands turned into shaky fists as you gripped at the carpet’s fabric. You’d heard of this kind of anger from Wanda, but you’d never had it directed at you.

“Take your fucking panties off and ride my boot,” Wanda snarled. The demand was so surprising, your head snapped up to look at her. A harsh slap was delivered across your face and tears sprung from your eyes. Your hand raised to rub at your stinging cheek. “What’s your problem now?” She took your hair into her hand and made you look up at her.

“Hurts,” you slurred out as you rubbed your hand into the side of your face. “Wanna go home.”

Her grip on your hair tightened. “You’re not going anywhere until I say so.”

You cried out and Wanda slapped your face again, which only made you cry harder. Her other hand came down and she wrapped a hand around the lower half of your face.

She brought her face down to yours, the stare of her green eyes harsh enough to drill holes through your skull and back against the wall behind you. “Shut the fuck up,” she spat. “You’re such a fucking crybaby. You’re in college and acting like a stupid child.” Warm tears wet Wanda’s hand.

“Pull my dress up and kiss my pussy, then, and I’ll give you a kiss on your forehead. You want that, don’t you?” she told you, the anger that had struck across her face finally cooling down.

You nodded out of sheer fear, or perhaps it had something to do with the pressure that formed between your thighs.

“That’s a good girl,” Wanda cooed, and you felt a burst of warm validation spread through your chest. “Now come.” She let go of your hair and took your hand. She walked over to the armchair and sat down with a satisfied hum. You shuffled around on your knees until you were perched between her own. You could see the outline of her stomach clearly, and something fluttered in your chest as you looked up at Wanda. She was so pretty from this angle.

You positioned yourself better between her legs and Wanda rounded her hand from around your mouth to the back of your head. She pet your hair. With the gentle encouragement that the act gave, you put your hands on the hem of her dress and lifted it up from her thighs and up to her hips just below her stomach. Her blank panties were exposed to you and your eyes widened as you realised what you were about to do with your neighbour’s wife.

“Go on,” Wanda whispered. “I knew you were a bright girl.”

Your eyes darted over to the sliding door past the dining room.

Wanda’s hand found your cheek and she turned your attention to her. You looked back over to her, worried eyes meeting hers, tranquil and soft. Her gaze was supportive and soft. “Don’t worry about him. He’s as naive as you, princess.” She smiled at that and pinched your nose playfully. “Now, come on. Pull my panties to the side and kiss my pussy.”

You did as she told you but hesitantly. Wanda pet your hair the entire time your fingers carefully hooked around her panties and pulled them to the side. Her pink pussy was glistening, and you squirmed against your heels when you realised she must have gotten wet when she yelled at you. You leaned forward, and because you couldn’t see her face as you lowered yourself below her stomach, Wanda played with the lobe of your ear, encouraging you.

Finally, you delved deeper between her thighs, her scent reaching you when you stuck your tongue out and ran it through her slit before pressing a soft kiss to the hood of her clit. The sweet tangy flavour of her pussy spread across your tongue and your eyes fluttered shut, licking another stripe up her cunt. Wanda’s back arched immediately at the contact, a long moan leaving her melodically. Her other hand went to the back of your neck as she pulled you closer. Your nose nudged against her clit and a raspy yelp escaped from beyond her lips.

Without a word uttered between the two of you, you began eating Wanda out as she humped her cunt against the lower half of your face. She came twice before she was panting, pushing you back with her hands on both sides of your head.

She couldn’t bend down to kiss you, so you stood by one side of the armrest. Wanda wrapped a gentle hand around the back of your neck and pulled you down to kiss you. Her tongue darted out to lick her juices from your lips and chin.

“You must come over more often, lyubov,” she whispered breathlessly. You nodded immediately. Wanda smiled at that and placed a kiss on your neck.

You helped her stand from the armchair, her dress falling back down to her thighs. She placed a hand on either side of your face and kissed your forehead. Her kiss lingered before she pulled back to look down at you. “Like I promised,” she told you.

The rest of the afternoon was spent sitting on the deck of Wanda’s backyard, eating hotdogs sitting beside her happily.

[quinloki]

Birthday Request Event

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader: AFAB!reader Character: Sir Crocodile Kink: Dealer's Choice - #5 Forced Orgasms Prompt: #17 "Did you think being outside would save you?" Gift Giver: @clumsyraccoon

Summary: You're breaking ground on a new Rain Diners location, and you decide to tease your boss/lover with a sexy outfit. You'd be safe in public, right?

Content Notes: vaginal fingering, pet names, public humiliation by technicality, use of toys, short - short but kind of dangerous.

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

You knew what you were doing. You knew what you were doing when you got dressed that morning. A nice tight dress, enough heel to push your ass into the air, but not so much as to make you unable to walk. You didn’t doll up to an extreme like this very often, but today was a good day for it.

The slit up the side of the long dress was deep enough to show just the barest hint of the top of the thigh highs you were wearing. A soft gold clip from your garter holding them in place, and near enough to the slit that you could be sure he saw it when you wanted him to.

There was a slight rise in Crocodile’s brows when he sees you, but aside from the usual morning pre-work conversation, he said little else. Assistant and lover, that was your position. You were usually completely professional during business hours, but today you were feeling a little frisky.

Today was an outdoor event to celebrate the groundbreaking ceremony for a new Rain Diners location. Construction workers would be there, investors, plenty of people who were just curious or truly interested in the development. For all the concerns people often had about Sir Crocodile, the casinos always brought in steady work, and more jobs.

After you were both settled in the limo on the way there, the tension in the air changed. Crocodile rolled the privacy window up, blocking Mr. One from sight before he pinned you down against the backseat. You let out a muffled surprised gasp just before he claims your lips, his hand slipping under the slit in your dress and slipping past your panties with ease.

Thick, warm, rough fingers teased your slit, brushing against your clit and pushing into your soft, quickly drenched pussy.

“My little desert flower.” He growls, golden eyes holding onto your gaze. “Quite the choice of attire for today.”

“I – it – Sir, it has to survive I don’t have a sp-spare outfit.” You stammer, blood flushed into your face and head spinning from the rushed assault. His fingers had your legs shivering as you put your hands against his chest.

Crocodile grins, and you can feel your blood run cold. The grin is welcome in the bedroom, but you’re in the back of the limo, minutes away from the event. He pulls a thick device from his coat pocket, something he must have used his sand to collect when you weren’t paying attention this morning, and starts to move it toward your mouth.

“Ah, perhaps not.” He muses, moving it away even as you were already parting your lips. “I don’t want to make it too easy for everyone else by smudging that lipstick.”

He brings the toy to his own lips, slowly licking the tip of it as he leers at you. It’s hot. It’s incredibly hot to have him staring at you while he’s teasing the tip of a thick dildo. You had no idea how much of a turn on it was, or how he could manage it while still looking so damned dominating.

He moves the toy between your legs, pushing it against your entrance after he moves your panties aside and slowly works it in. His thumb teases your clit as he works the thick toy into your pussy and you can feel yourself gasping from the building pleasure.

“Pl-please! S-sir-hhnnnnghhffff-uck.” You huff, trying to keep control of yourself as he skillfully assails your body. “Suwani, please!” You cry, using your nickname for him as he pushes the toy deep, burying it in you.

“Did you cum from that?” He questions and you shake your head, body shivering and on edge underneath him. “Mm, be sure to say thank you when you do then.” He says into your ear as he begins to pump the toy inside you, continuing to tease your clit with his thumb.

“Please, it’s… the li-limo st-stopped we… we have to…” Your words are breaking to pieces as the pleasure builds.

“Don’t fight it, my dear. The longer you take the more people are going to wonder.” He muses, leaning down and licking and kissing your neck to help you closer to the edge. “We’re not leaving until you cum for me.”

You grab his cloak in desperation as the pleasure starts to crest, nearly crying into the thick coat as quietly as you could while your body tensed and shivered by his will. The orgasm was intense, leaving you a shaky, and gasping mess.

He kisses you sweetly, pushing the toy in deep once you come down from your high and putting your thin panties back in place before he helps you tidy your appearance a little.

“Sir?” You question carefully.

He smiles, and your back shivers.

“It stays.” He answers evenly, and you opt not to argue. It was a short ceremony, and you wanted to get it started so you could be done with it.

You exit the limo and he helps you out as he always does. As the two of you walk through the small crowd you feel the toy begin to vibrate. You make a small, strangled sound and you hear his voice in your ear as he pauses to lean down and tap on your clipboard.

“You didn’t think being outside would save you, did you, my little desert flower?” He questions, catching your gaze for a split second before he continues to the stage.

The toy had a few intensity settings and about a dozen different rhythm settings. The ceremony was just long enough for Crocodile to click through most of them.

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This is my first ever post so be nice pls

summery: you and jb met for the first time ever.

warings: smutt choking slaping oral sex [male receive]

as he was sitting down in the locker room you walked up to him hello you said nervousle he scand you body up and down hi? he said as he got up and got an cigg out putting it in his mouth and lit it he said i think you all ready know my name yes sir i do but what is you name sweet heart y\n you said i just wanted to let you mr.mauney that i am the new medic well thank you for telling me love you guys hear his name over the speaker as he walks away he yells to you well sweet heart i will try and not make you job harder. when he is done he comes back to the locker room you can see the blood drip down his face you yell to him to come here you have him sit down he says what wrong? jb you are bleeding you get close to him to wipe the blood off his face you see his big blue eye look up at yours he grabs your face smashing his face into yours he grabs your leg making you sit on his lap you feel your core pull with heat and you can feel bulg under you you try to make friction but he lifts you up pulling your pants down off you and you undo his belt and up zip his pants pulling down his underware freeing his cock her puts it at you entrance slowly pushing in making you moan he gose slow at first he whisper in your ear i am going to ruin this pussy slaping your ass leaving a red hand print you yelp you can feel that you close and he say come on baby cum for me you moan as you cum he puts you down and you sit down on the bench he sit down next to you he says get down on you knees you do that takeing his member in your hands and lick the tip you see his hand grip the bench you take him in your mouth going up and down slowly your eyes watering as the noise of you gagging fills his ears he grabs your hair guides you up and down his cock you come up for air but he dose not like that so he shoves your head back down you go faster than you feel his cum shoot in to the back of your throat you swallow and lay your head on his thigh he says damm your good he pulls his pants up and grabs your hand and writes his number on your hand and says call me befor leaving. i hope i did not do to bad

[mitsurugireijiswife]

Confessions of Desire (Miles Edgeworth x Female Reader)

Chapter 1: Confession

You decided today was the day. The day that you will finally tell your superior, Miles Edgeworth, that you love him. Though he may seem cold and aloof, as you got to know him, you realized he was just preventing himself from getting hurt. He was a considerate man, always helping you with your cases when you needed his help and guiding you every step of the way.

Nervously, you walked to his office, mentally preparing yourself to confess. "Hello?" you knocked on his door.

No response. The door was unlocked, so you decided to walk in. "Hey, I wanted you to know I love you," you declared. As you saw him, you noticed him sitting on the floor, leaning on his wooden desk. He was stroking himself, moaning your name. As he saw you, you and Edgeworth's eyes widened in horror, unsure how to respond. He crossed his legs, trying to hide his erection, although his attempt was futile.

Chapter 2: Desire

"I-I can leave right now if you want!" you said, knowing you might regret it. But before you could leave, Edgeworth demanded, "Stay. Didn't you say that you love me? Then help me out here".

You were in love with him, but you didn't expect your relationship to progress so quickly. You didn't expect that you guys would be intimate... so soon. Edgeworth stood up and pinned you against the door. He locked the door with his other hand so no one could interrupt your lovemaking. "I didn't expect you to feel this way about me, but since you do, you're going to be mine from now on," he said in a possessive voice.

Miles undresses you, practically ripping them off you. He skillfully unbuttons your shirt and he moves on to your undergarments. "Fuck, you're so beautiful, has anyone told you that?" he says. You break away from his gaze, feeling embarrassed. He grabs your chin and forces it in his direction. "Look at me when I'm talking," he demanded in a commanding tone.

Edgeworth takes the rest of his clothing off, including his cravat and gloves, revealing his muscular build. "Like what you see?" he commented. He picks you up and sets you on his desk. The prosecutor leans in to kiss you. The kiss was like a fight that neither of you dared concede defeat. He pulls away from the kiss and moves to your neck, attacking it with enthusiasm, leaving it with bites and hickeys. He traces his hands along the curves of your body, sending a shiver down your spine. "Aaagnh~!" you moaned as he cupped your breasts and played with your nipples. "Shall we start now?" Miles says seductively.

Chapter 3: Passion

"Y-yes, sir," you respond with a stutter. Edgeworth slapped your thigh and instructed, "Don't call me "sir". Call me Miles". You softly uttered his name, "Miles...".

"Now I'll make sure my name and the feeling of me in you is the only thing you'll remember," Miles declared. He readied his member at your entrance and put it in you. You could feel the sensation of him entering you, inch by inch. You could feel how big his member was, stretching you out. He surprisingly lets you adjust to his length before moving his hips towards you, thrusting in and out.

Edgeworth's tip brushed at the right spot, causing you to release a moan which was music to his ears. "Moan for me! Scream my name!" he cried as he moved in and out of you. "Miles! Miles!" you hollered at the top of your lungs. After going at it for a while, you two were close. "I'm so close, Miles!" you muttered under your breath, your moans overpowering your words. You two soon reach your climax together, holding onto each other.

As you finish, Miles lies down beside you. "Did you enjoy that?" he asks. "Yes, Miles, I enjoyed every last bit of it," you respond with a smirk. Edgeworth notices your smirk, kisses you to wipe it off your face, then pulls away and asks, "Do you really, truly love me?" You reply, "Yes, I do, Miles, and I'll tell you that every day that we're together." if you've read this far pls request me to write more :D