#smut script

[nyttedryst]

This is wrong... completely wrong. Damn it, you're the devil. Kento's sure you're the devil because how else would he be able to even explain this feeling? The longing he feels whenever you're there, the temptation he badly want to succumb to.

This is a sin.

You're a sin.

He's the high priest of the whole empire damn it and you... you're the empire's infamous atheist. Everyone believe you're the devil but fuck the devil's hot. He have always been grumpy to you, almost hateful spitting out words that includes how you're going to hell whenever you wait for your religious friend. He's glad your friend's religious, because of her he have been able to see you outside every sunday.

"In the name of the father, the son and the holy spirit." A voice echoed in the confessional, it's your friend ready to confess to the oh so pure and holiest high priest of the empire seeking for an advice. The same high priest they so greatly talking about, relentlessly thrusting, abusing his aching massive cock in the empire's atheist's cunt. The devil's cunt and he love every fucking second of it.

"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned, it has been two weeks since my last confession. These are my sins-"

The narrow space inside the confessional booth makes it hard to escape him...not like you wanted too. Your friend have started listing their sins, while the high priest himself is sinning. He sloppily reach down, rubbing on your clit as he's deep in your walls relishing how it tightens and beg for more.

Sweat beads drip down your forehead, your hair slightly damp with them as you hold tightly onto his back practically digging your nails into his back. You know damn well, your pussy's squelching already audible you don't need to add in that whimpers. His ragged breathing filling in the air with the occasional grunts and groans he let out.

His handsome face screams pussy drunk in every aspect. Just from how he closes his eyes or the way he seek for your lips, muttering curses and how good you feel around him.

"God, the Father of mercies, through the death and resurrection of his Son-" He shakily sighed, starting to pray as a response to your friend on the other side. Your body shudders, struggling away as your orgasm neared instinctively reaching for his digits that's rubbing your clit trying to remove it.

He let out a 'tch' not letting you do that, his free hand taking hold of both of your wrists. You barely managed to hold back your cries of his name if you didn't bit onto his shoulder. His thrusts kept on, speeding up and growing rough as he pushed your legs higher wanting to bury his cock deeper.

"n-no- no-" you muffled trying to warn him before your eyes are rolling to the back of your head as you cream, his hips stuttering burying himself deeper as he filled you up with his cum.

"Amen." He breathed out, a grin forming on his lips as he stare down and rest your still twitching body against his chest.

[c-nstellati-ns]

Kratos would still be able to kill a titan even after you railed him

ABSOLUTELY NSFW UNDER THE CUT, FEM-ALIGNED/MDNI.

he doesn't give a damn about who hears the sounds of his voice carrying past the doors of his bedroom or anywhere he deems fit, kratos is letting everyone know who you belong to. having you eat him out before those dull meetings with the other gods, occasional praise of how good you're being for him because to you-- your king's word was law. licking up his cunt as it drips slick sweeter than the finest ambrosia, it's hard not to want to suck at that sensitive clit of his.

or when kratos comes home after weeks of leading his troops, high off of the thrill of blood and the sheer adrenaline of battle— you have little chance against him. he rides you like there's no tomorrow, there really is no chance of you leaving without having properly satiated your god. kratos is insatiable during these moment, pleasure and pain running through his veins like one of dionysus' most addicting herbs.

he allows you to bully your cock onto his needy cervix, leaving you bruised and bitten with his rough touch with each desperate thrust into his throbbing cunt. kratos will let you cum, but don't expect a break until he deems fit. he's a cruel, sadistic god, watching with glee as you cum in him again for the nth time tonight. he took pleasure and seeing how overstimulated you got.

but of course, kratos has a job to do, things to kill. he leaves your sleeping form with a brief kiss to your lips before he cleans himself up and leaves to slaughter those who have wronged him once more.

then he comes home, covered in blood and that insatiable lust in his eyes— this cycle starts all over again.

[heart--of--gold]

How about an imagine based on breaking the bed with Logan in his room at the school? Not only it would be hot as hell but also "what kind of sex are you too having to break a bed?" "Don't out yourself like that Scott"

ok ok.. i had to write a little snippet because this was stirring in my brain. i can so imagine Logan often breaking the bed because he loses himself in the pleasure but getting into new kinks is a guaranteed way to do that.

warnings: 18+ (mdni), smut, daddy kink, afab reader, reader uses she/her pronouns, talk of voyeurism wc: 556

“Daddy?” Logan Howlett repeats. It’s enough for his hips to still.

You’re whining as if you’re uncomfortable, but he knows it’s for a different reason. You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed, especially when you bury your face into the pillow.

“Is this what you fantasize about, huh?” He digs himself deep into you, making sure you take every inch of him, bottoming out. You squirm, giving him no proper response.

He really can't control how he mentally sputters when he thinks about it again, or how his hips rock a little harshly up into you for a brief moment. All he could focus on is how one simple word went straight down between his legs.

“Shit, princess..” With slow, gentle motions, Logan pulls out inch by inch, escaping your sweet warm wetness. He leaves the tip inside, squeezing your plush thighs.

"I-" Logan lets himself slam back into you before allowing his thrusts to be slow and careful. Deliberate so you could take in what he has to say. "I think about how my pretty princess looks, dressed in that ridiculous get-up. I have to ignore how my associates eye my princess with lust because she can't dress herself decently."

Your legs twitch at his teasing, writhing at being rocked back and forth. Heavens above, you’re something. Walk into his classroom with the most innocent smile in that eye-catching dress, lure him into his room because you just couldn’t control yourself for the afternoon, and now you’re calling him Daddy of all things. “My babydoll’s such a pervert-ffuck.” 

Hands grip your hips so harshly that there’s sure to be bruises left behind, forcing you onto his thick cock over and over with each steady rock of his hips. You moan so pretty, so obscenely, and he knows it’s not enough to get you over the edge.  

He leans down, teeth grazing your earlobe. Keeping his voice nice and low, "I fantasize about taking her on my desk, in front of everyone. Just to prove who she really belongs to." 

You whimper at that, and it’s something Logan drinks in. He wishes he could see your darling face, he can imagine how your glossy eyes would look up at him, pleading for him to move just a little bit more. 

“I wouldn’t let anyone else touch her, but she’d make such a pretty sight. Fucked dumb and cockhungry for her Daddy.” 

“Daddy..” You breathe, making a strained noise in the back of your throat. “Daddy, please.” Ah, the magic words. 

“Are you gonna lay there and look pretty for me? Let your daddy take care of you?” He reaches a hand down between your legs, just ghosting over your most sensitive part. Jesus, you’re soaking wet. “That’s what you want, right?” His voice teeters over the edge of threatening, a promise for what’s to come.

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Scott’s eyebrows may fly off his forehead. “You broke the bed?” 

Logan puffs his cigar, keeping it right between his teeth. “Yep.” 

He thinks that’s the most impressed he’s ever seen Scott. “What kind of sex were you two having to break the bed?” 

“Now, now..” He chuckles, and he can see how the other man rolls his eyes at him, even through his glasses, a scoff at his antics. Already knowing what he’s gonna say next. “Don’t go telling on yourself.” 

[yawnzshit]

IF THIS SHOW GIVES ME RAFE AND KIARA TOGETHER I WILL LITERALLY ****** THE WRITERS ( still mad about jj btw. )

RAFE DOESN'T NEED A RELATIONSHIP, the guy needs THERAPY!!!!

[c-nstellati-ns]

Nolan needs his pussy pounded fr fr

literally... while he does love debbie dearly, nolan hasn't been able to indulge in his fantasies in such a long time.

being a viltrumite means that he has certain wants and needs that just aren't being properly fulfilled. he's grown extremely irritable because of it and it's becoming a problem now. debbie is worried and mark is starting to get put off by it, so of course he has to take all these frustrations out somewhere right? why not fight all that irritation away?

no one one would miss a few unruly criminals, right? the blood on his hands, adrenaline pumping through his veins...

so how did he end up here?

how did nolan end up pressed up against the floor like this, hands pinned above his head-- being fucked silly by a man he thought was just some human he would get rid of quicker than he could even blink? what was this?

nolan could barely think, much less try to struggle against your overwhelming strength. he could feel you so deep in his cunt, it was driving him crazy. he lets out a choked sob when your tip kisses his cervix and his legs tighten around you as if he wants you to keep sucking you in.

when you slow your hips into an agonisingly slow grind, nolan's tear filled eyes finally crack open (he wasn't even aware that he had closed them in the first place). you lean in and kiss at his collar,

"one of earth's greatest heroes, are you..." you mutter against his skin, licking, sucking hickeys all over his exposed skin. his suit completely torn from his muscled frame, bruises littering the places where you grabbed him so roughly at it.

you were going to have fun with him.

[nottsangel]

I have that 3some fic about JJ and Rafe stuck in my head again (it was soo good bub). Thinking about how everyone wants to go again, to make it become a regular occurrence but you and JJ don’t know how to bring it up to rafe, too scared he'll laugh and mock you both (or kill jj with his bare hands). One night you and rafe and messing about and drinking when he tells you he has a surprise for you, 2 minutes later jj shows up at the door

omg thank u so much baby makes me so happy to hear !!!! omfg i LOVEEEEE this and i love ur brain so much. i need them so bad. like can u imagine drunk sex with the both of them. they’re so touchy and needy and all the attention is on you as they explore every part of your body. jj sloppily eating you out as you can feel his moans vibrate on your core and rafe making out with you while massaging your breasts. your head is spinning from all the sensations, feeling like you’re in a dream. the night obviously ends with both of them double penetrating you and using you like their toy as they make themselves cum, causing you to collapse on the bed with your mind all fuzzy <3

[pickingbelovedoffthesofa]

Just reading this for the first time. Goodness. Rolin Jones, drop your ao3 handle, plsssss. 🙏

[xblackreader]

The Original Uncut Script for ✨The Bear’s Pilot Episode✨ and 🔥Bonus Scenes🔥 I found from it!

- No. 1. Something about Richie being introduced to us as “40, Asshole, Beef Shirt” is poetic to me.

2. Carmy is apparently a lil sneakerhead! Cute!

3. CARMY PUNCHED SOMEONE AT EMP IN NEW YORK? I KNEW IT

4. Apparently Carmy was supposed to have a blow up in front of everyone and scare ts outta them EP 1 😳🤣👀 I feel like they wrote that off to surprise us when Carmy really lost it in the last few episodes of season 1 but damn… also SydCarmy had a lil moment 👀

5. Richie kinda inadvertently scared Sydney… put his hand on her waist, what was he thinking? Thank God he’s made a change for the better, he’s much more respectful now.

[dennisboobs]

i dont know what this is but i've noticed it

[darkacademiablues]

[prettyfilmz]

villain's theme - miguel o'hara (reupload)

production contains: black fem reader, punishment, brat tamer!miguel, edging, orgasm denial, mocking, slight degradation, mean dom!miguel, slight hints of sub drop, nicknames : daddy, miggy, brat, sweetie, baby - 734 words

producer’s notes: what was supposed to be the miggy x black cat! reader fic ended up brewing into something else (don’t worry, it’ll come in good time!) p.s. I know this is the third time I’m reuploading this please ignore as the last two got flagged😭

“stop whining or I'll pull out.”

your protests quieted down as miguel continued to plunge his cock into your drooling cunt at a feverous pace. small whimpers occasionally left your mouth as he hiked your thick legs onto his broad shoulders, fastening his thrusts into you which sent pleasurable chills up and down your spine. 

every time you were close to cumming, it was violently ripped away from you with quickness. tears continued to fall from your wide brown eyes as miguel maintained a torturous pace while pressing the tip of his cock directly on the spot that made you see stars, black mascara staining the brown skin of your cheeks. 

you whimpered out a “please.” which gained miguel’s attention. “hm? what was that sweetie?” he said mockingly, using one hand to reach down and swipe his thumb against your swollen and throbbing clit. “please miggy,” you sobbed. “need to cum, please...it hurts.” you were desperate for release after being denied so many times it was hard to keep track. “please daddy.” you sniffle, words becoming slurred. 

“aw..you really think you should cum?” he sneered, slowing his pace to deepen his thrusts which made you mewl. “after all the tantrums you threw today? you should be lucky I’m putting my dick inside you.” you tried grinding your shaking hips against him to quicken the pace again but was met with a harsh slap to your thighs, gaining a yelp out of you. “you bein’ mean,” you cried pathetically. you hate to sound so pitiful, but with how heightened you were with pleasure, that’s all you could muster up to say. “aw..is daddy hurting the dumb little brat’s feelings? the same little brat that’s been catching attitude with him all day and stomping her feet like she’s in charge?” miguel cooed, mocking how whiney you sound and pouted his lips like yours were currently. “soy un hombre tan malo, ¿no es así bebé?” his thrusts began to quicken again, he chuckled darkly as he watch your body convulse underneath him. he would’ve let you cum hours ago even though he was punishing you for bad behavior, but he was feeling rather sadistic tonight and decided to indulge in his inner villain.

he groaned and in took a sharp breath at the feeling of your warm gummy walls tightening around his cock, almost making him regret having to strip you and himself away from orgasm. key word: almost. the second he felt you were about to cum, his thrusts stopped. his fingers teasingly run up the sides of your soft, trembling belly as you silently mourned another lost chance of release. without a word, he pulled out of you with a shaky breath. he admired how your pussy was in his wake: lips soaked with arousal, clit swollen from the constant abuse of his thumb, and your tight wet hole twitching and clenching on nothing but air. 

“get on your knees.” he says softly, helping you sit up on the bed before laying on his back. you shakily got into position, hands on his thighs for support as you eyed his cock which stood erect in your view. it was shiny from your arousal and precum was dripping from the tip which made you salivate. “I want to cum down that pretty little throat of yours,” he began, his hand brushed your faux locks gently away from covering your face. “and if you suck me good...maybe I’ll let you cum.” he almost laughed at how automatically your eyes lit up but swatted your hands away when you gone to reach for his shaft. “don’t get your hopes up. you’re still on punishment for the shit you pulled today,” at that you pouted, you had the urge to protest but from the last few hours you knew that wouldn’t end well. “instead of pouting like a brat, get to sucking.” he comments impatiently. taking his thick shaft into her hands, you opened your quivering mouth and wrapped your wet lips around him, slowly taking him inside your mouth inch by inch. miguel groaned at the contact of your warm mouth on his sensitive cock and fought the urge to fuck up into your mouth, wanting to savor this moment and give you a small break. 

taking his thumb to wipe the tears and mascara that stained your pretty brown skin, he cooed. “still think I'm a bad man, sweetie?”

translation:

I’m such a bad man, aren’t I baby?

[byhuenii]

⊱☆⊰ i like your…facade

shuntaro chishiya x fem!reader

synopsis in which chishiya likes to get under the skin of ryoheiarisu’s protective twin sister and, maybe he likes it when your annoyed at him even if it comes off as rude.

warnings annoying!chishiya twin!reader fluff?? crack NOT PROOFREAD i think chishiya is into people degrading him?

a/n i miss my silly little man and had the sudden urge to write about him 😘

𓈒 ˙ ♥️ ּ 🦢⠀ . ࣪𓇻 ݁

“so. how do i know i could trust you?” yn leaned on a wall arms crossed near her stomach, her eyes bright big boba like though that was contradictory to her demeanor.

chishiya whom yawned scratched his head titling it to the side, “you don’t trust me?” a sarcastic pout formed his chapped lips, rolling your eyes you licked your bottom lip while pressing them together. “i don’t owe you a reason chishiya, i just want to get out of here with my brother.”

“i’m trustworthy enough for you and your brother join kuina and i!…and usagi can join too sure” chishiya maintained your eye contact sticking his hand out for you to shake it. you looked at his hand glancing back to his eyes giving him an annoyed look. “i don’t trust you once again so no. but since you saved my brother,” you heaved a sigh “i’ll join.” you shook his hand before pulling it away giving him a flat smile.

arisu seemed nervous yet ecstatic he didn’t know how much longer he could last at this so called beach, usagi just wanted to go home no surprise. “ig we’ll meet you at your room tomorrow and discuss plans” usagi smiled at kuina and chishiya before turning around on her heels walking closer to you.

kuina and chishiya watched as the three of you walked away, telling from your body language it’ll take him a lot more to earn you and your trust. he liked that for some reason, what kind of issues did you have? why did he like that? something is definitely wrong with him.

“well that went whats the word..Fabulous!” kuina empathized the Fab in a sarcastic tone. chishiya stuffed his hands in his pockets giving small nods. “i’m going to play a game tonight, i’m running low on time.” he walked ahead of kuina, kuina furrowed hee brows in confusion he just did a game yesterday..

𓈒 ˙ ♥️ ּ 🦢⠀ . ࣪𓇻 ݁

that game was dreadful annoying and muscle inducing. for a spades game that felt like so much work—the card you guys already had so it was pointless. frustrated you harshly run your hands through your hair groaning outloud, god you just wanted to leave this damn hell hole. “you know what my little ladybug!” a low cheery voice rumbled the empty lobby.

rolling your eyes you had already knew who it was and you didn’t even want to deal with him right now, just the cherry on top of a beautiful ice cream sundae, “what do you want fleabag.”

“i think you put up this whole facade.” his hands were stuffed in his pocket. the hood of his hoodie rested on his head as his hair rested out, an earnest scoff left your lips. the scoffed turned into a laugh.

chishiya felt his stomach do a little tingle, it felt like butterflies were flying all over the place, how could he find a laugh so attractive? “you’ve never been so wrong in your life fleabag. i don’t put on no facade.” your voice was a sweet but harshly bitter,

chishiya just had a lipped smirk. he knew he somewhat got under your skin and it was kinda hot. “this “facade” you say i’m having is just me, it’s me only caring for my brother and i getting out of the jail.” you put your fingers up in air quotes.

“so if you excuse me i would enjoy my rest before i have to deal with those stupid speeches you executives have to tell us.” you finally took a deep breath, you turned on your heels to leave but you kicked your dry lips facing back towards the hooded man.

you had almost forgot about the card in your hand, 5 of spades. it was useless, “i forgot i had this. here yours stupid card” you gave him the crumbled up card. huffing you walked back to your empty room.

chishiya had been smiling like a mad man, he doesn’t think you realized. well he didn’t care. his heart was thumping, he felt his ears get hot. the slightest touch from you sent his body into this trance, and hell it wasn’t even a hug it was graze of the fingertips because she was mad and handed him the card.

it’s safe to say chishiya went to kuina’s room to tell her and recap the whole conversation with you, if you could even call it a conversation. his ears were still tainted red. maybe he was into you.

[randomly-generated-posts-machine]

yeah, sorry… your boyfriend was softly told sweet nothings by markiplier … yeah he's socially awkward now… sorry

[christhopersturniolo]

guys, do i change my appearance in my fame dr?

this the face claim i’m using right now (@sydney_melman)

and this is the one i’m thinking about using (@canddegallo)

[dopesongtyrant]

I’m actually going to shift this time