#takes it out on you with harsh slaps grabs squeezes twists all of it

[evergreen-endo]

takiishi’s the type of guy who likes not having to lift a finger and breeding yourself on his cock never sounds bad for either of you

Venus :(

good lord mino

yeah he just sits there and takes it. watches you and looks a little bored, too. you're sweating and your hair is sticking to your skin and you're panting like a dog and the biggest mess he's making is between your legs. i think his pupils dilate real nice every time you squeeze him, and he tilts his head back with a clenched jaw when he comes. he'll only lift a finger to slap your ass when you stop moving the way he likes, or if he can tell you're only squeezing him to be a tease. he'll pinch your nipples or your clit if you piss him off too much, too...but his touch is fleeting, gone as quickly as it appears and only there to reprimand you in the first place. just take his cum as many times as he's willing to give it to you before the overstimulation has his mouth dry n brows twitching.

[shotmrmiller]

whenever simon needs a lay, he doesn't go for girls like you: all snarky attitude and self-assuredness in that hole-in-the-wall bar with the peeling wallpaper, dim lighting, and sagging ceiling tiles. he wants those insecure things; the soft, quiet ones who've been recently dumped and are drinking away their woes. the ones who'll take him to theirs in a drunken haze and wake up startled, kicking him out of the front door without their number and an embarrassed forget this ever happened.

can do, sweetheart. (see ya never.)

but you've caught his interest. maybe it was the way your face was bare— pockmarks on your cheeks and eyebrows untamed—yet you exuded confidence not even that loud bimbo with the fake lashes and vibrant ruby lipstick could ever recreate. maybe it was the way you held your own against that drunken man who attempted to grab a handful of arse over your faded, torn jeans, catching his pathetic bollocks and giving them a gnarly twist.

who knows. who cares.

what matters is that you've caught him by complete surprise.

he figured you were the type to want a firm hand. a couple of harsh slaps to your cheeks (both top and bottom), a fistful of your hair in his grip to pull, and to fuck you into the mattress until your body was imprinted on it.

wrong.

the moment he pulled your hair taut, you'd immediately tangled your clever fingers into his chest hair. "i'm no horse, brit. my hair isn't reins for you to lead me around with."

then he tried to bend you over his knee. proper brat like you needs to be put in'er place.

also wrong. "not that either. not yet anyway."

and then he's wrong a third time because you're no passive participant.

he sloppily eats your cunt like it's his first meal since coming back from urzikstan— warm tongue, thick fingers, and the occasional pinch of his crooked teeth on your swollen bundle of nerves. when he tries to pull away, your entrance more than slick enough to take him without much discomfort, you fervently dig your heels into the scarred tissue of his strong back., stopping him in his tracks.

"you stop 'til i finish and not a moment sooner." his whiskey breath is warm between your legs when he huffs out, "affirm." you're fluttering around his hand in minutes when you start to direct him on how you like it, which he supposes is fortunate for you since he's real good at taking orders and even better at obeying them.

your climax is sweet in his mouth with a subtle hint of brine. the exact opposite of you, he finds. simon doesn't even get the chance to tell you to say anything because you're flipping onto your knees and shoving his rigid length into your mouth. he can't help the strangled sound that escapes him when the tip of him touches the back of your throat, constricting when you gag.

bloody hell.

you look up at him; wide, glassy eyes and sunken cheeks and it's pathetic how he can already feel himself on the precipice of ecstasy and he hasn't even gotten to the good part.

when he watches you place a condom in your mouth and roll it on his cock without hands, simon had to squeeze his eyes shut and think of england to stop the fire that threatened to light him ablaze.

alrigh', enough. on your back.

"no. get on yours."

your small hands push against his barrel chest, gesturing he lie back— today preferably.

impatient bint.

you ignore that quip, opting to wrap your fingers around his thick base and sink onto him in one smooth motion.

slow, don't want ya hurtin' ya'self.

he gnaws on his tongue painfully— almost cutting it open with his canine— to keep from finishing because, bloody fuckin' hell, do you feel like the heaven he'll never see.

simon's hands curl and tighten around the swell of your hips— his blunt, square nails digging into your sensitive skin. "easy," you hiss, "i bruise like a peach."

taste like it, too.

you look so sweet, so pliant while being split open on his cock, hot cunt sodden with your earlier release— it sends mind-numbing arousal tingling up his spine, feeling it at the base of his skull. simon grunts when you begin to move, a languid up and down, gentle but firm. spots dance in his vision when you take all of him, his bollocks flush against your arse.

pretty thing with fire in your eyes taking him so well even though others have needed breaks to work up to it. muscle memory takes over then, his callused fingers automatically searching for your swollen clit, but you slap them away. "too sensitive, i'd only be uncomfortable."

yes ma'am.

you chuckle at that, pussy fluttering as you do and simon hisses through his clenched teeth.

keep tha' up 'nd i'll be done before the fun even starts.

this time you clamp down on purpose, your cunt squeezing his cock like a silken fist. "wouldn't that just be a shame. old man like yourself only got one in you?" the playful taunt sinks its teeth into the ego he's never cared about— leaving behind a mark that stings and lingers— and the lieutenant rears his head, if only for a moment.

watch it.

your eyes widen fractionally but your lips curl at the corners in amusement. "sorry, sir." minx.

his thoughts dissolve like sugar in hot tea once your hips began to rise and fall again, this time a much quicker pace. he surrenders to your unsatiable passion-- a hungry beast, feeding on want, on need-- with only his obsidian-black mask as witness.

for the first time in months (since price bent him over his desk post-op that one time) he's the one getting fucked.

and when you plant your feet by his sides, when your hips cant at the slightest of angles, his flared head presses against something firm and his world ceases to exist, the intensity of now reaching its peak.

when he comes to, your sweat-slick body trembles with effort, your pretty cunt still stuffed to the brim with his softening length. but he's not done with you yet, not by a long shot. now it's his turn.

in a quick movement, you find yourself on your back, looking up at simon, and the mewl that falls from your lips bounces off of the spartan white walls when he hooks your legs over his broad shoulders, and claims you again.

he plans on leaving a delicious ache between your legs that won't let you forget this night-- at least not for the next few days. (not like you could, i mean look at him. plus, he's going to magically forget his gloves here, maybe his pack of cigarettes. he's also definitely jotting down his phone number somewhere.)

forgive me i'm tired now so i lost some air at the end hehehe

[nerdlvr]

jeno breeding/impreg kink

(MDNI)

jeno wants babies ofc , everything is consensual , jeno has a big dick ofc , unprotected sex (wrap that dick up pls) , rough sex , pet names, a lot of bad words , lil bit of ass slapping , face down ass up, not proof-read cause my writing makes me cringe , requested here !

as jeno watched you from across the room he couldn't help but notice how natural holding a baby was for you. your soft hands caressing the baby's face, a slight pout to your lips as you spoke to him. you had this sort of glow to you, a motherly glow, and in a sick twisted way, seeing you like this made his pants tighten.

why did people say you had to wait to have children? right now all jeno could think about was you, full and plump with his child, breasts swollen and skin glowing. he could make you his completely. forever.

"hi pretty girl."

jeno's arm's snaked around your waist, pulling you into his chest before leaning down to plant a kiss to your forehead. you smiled up at him,

"hi jen, thank you for coming by the daycare today, the kids love you."

he left out a soft hum in agreement, hands traveling down to grab your ass lightly, a soft sigh leaving your lips as he planted light kisses to your neck. you giggled, trying to push him away, his arms holding you tighter,

"i like going, like seeing you like that."

you relaxed into his arms, his teeth nipping at your collarbones,

"like what jen?"

he bit at the skin lightly, hands moving up and under your shirt, goosebumps rising on your body as his cold hands rubbed your back.

"like a mother, can't stop thinking about filling you up with my babies, fuck- you'd look so good."

his hands moved forward to rub at your belly, his bulge growing impossibly harder. you moved you hands down to squeeze the front of his pants, smiling as he moaned softly,

"why don't you do it then, hm? what's stopping you?"

you watched as he let out a shaky breath, his forehead pressed against yours, eyes shut,

"don't do this to me baby, this isn't a funny."

you brought your hands up to hold his face, his eyes fluttering open to look at you,

"who said i'm joking?"

that was enough confirmation for jeno as he leaned in, kissing you harshly. the kiss was messy, teeth clashing and tongues fighting. you'd never seen jeno this desperate, his hand roaming your body, grabbing, scratching, getting a hold of anything he could.

he pulled off your shirt, quick fingers fumbling with you bra,

"jen slow down, baby what's the rush?"

he looked up at you, breathless, his cheeks dusted a light shade of pink,

"can't wait, please, want you baby, need you- fuck- why won't this thing come off."

he pulled at your bra, clips snapping off with his force. you gasped as he picked you up, rushing to get to your shared room. his movements were rough, but he looked at you with love in his eyes, hands soothing any skin he grabbed too hard, lips kissing any mark he left.

he kissed down your body, removing each article of clothing as he went. you stopped his movements as he reached your core, lips hovering over your heat,

"jen please, need you in me, now."

he was quick to comply removing all of his clothes before lining himself up at your entrance, his hands shaky as he slowly slid in,

"fuckkk, baby- fuck, so tight, sucking me in so good."

you moaned as you looked down, watching as his length disappeared inside you, your walls burning at the stretch,

"jen please, please fuck me, need this so bad baby please."

he grunted as he flipped you over, hands gripping your hips as he pulled your ass up. you winced as he gave your ass a light slap, his length pressed right against your core.

"you asked for it baby, now be good and take it."

you back arched as he slid right in, your juices coating his length. his pace was slow but harsh, hips snapping roughly against your ass, his grip on your hips deadly.

"shitt baby, wish you could see yourself, so fucking wet baby, like the idea of my filling you up that much, hm?"

you nodded your head, hair scattered against the bedsheets, hands pulling tightly at the fabric,

"yes jen, fuck- yes, want you to fill me up so good- fuck."

his thrusts picked up in pace a moan leaving his lips as you begged him to fuck you full,

"gonna fill this pussy up baby, get this belly full with my babies, fuck- you like that huh? feel you squeezing around me pretty girl."

your mouth fell open into a silent moan as jeno pounded into you, his tip poking at that sweet spot inside you.

"jeno, jeno, fuck, 'm gonna cum, oh my- jen, please don't stop."

he chuckled at your disheveled state, drool spilling out of your mouth and your hair a mess as he fucked you into the mattress, pussy tightening around him as you came undone.

"just like that baby, shit creaming all over me, so fucking dirty."

he slapped your ass again before pulling your hips towards him harshly, your legs trembling at the feeling,

"fuck yourself on me baby, like you want it, mhm good baby, keep going."

you used your last bit of strength to push your hips back onto his, his hands keeping you steady as you moaned softly at the sensitivity.

"jen please fill me up, want all of it, wanna have your kids, please."

the growl he let out was animalistic as snapped his hips into yours, a yelp leaving your lips at the force. his pace was inhumane, his loud grunts and the sound of your wet heat filling the room.

"you're so perfect baby, shit, i'm gonna cum, holy- fuck baby."

you squeezed around him as his cum coated your walls. a string of curses leaving his lips as his hands left bruises on your hips. his large hand rubbing down your back to soothe your shaking figure.

instead of pulling out jeno kept his hips flush against your ass, leaning down close to your ear.

"gotta make sure none of it goes to waste right? promise i'm gonna make you mommy."

you always wanted to call jeno daddy anyways.

[oreo-creampie]

Honestly nanami using his tie like a leash during pounding time

Fey: Where have you been all my life? This is brilliant 🤤 he definitely does and it’s something like this…

Kento wraps his tie around your neck, tugging it tighter. “This is what happens to slutty mouthy brats.” He grabs his cock lining himself up, yanking on his tie. Skin slaps skin when you meet Kento’s harsh thrust.

You claw at the sheets, and reach back. He grabs your arm twisting it behind your back. Wrapping his collar around his hand fucking his hard cock into you from behind like he hates you. Pouring every ounce of frustration into each thrusts.

“Giving me fuck me eyes all dinner, stroking my cock damn well knowing Gojo saw us. You wanna act like a slut you’re gonna get fucked like one.” Biting your shoulder, tugging on the collar, keeping his pace steady. His heavy balls slapping your clit.

His hard cock brushing your sweet spot with each thrust before going too deep. He couldn’t fuck your cervix, is it? Is Kento reaching so deep? It’s a painfully pleasurable sensation.

“It’s like your cunt keeps taking me deep.” Leaning over you, getting off on how your head chest reaches his chest. He’s easily too big for you yet your soft wet cunt is taking his fat cock so well.

Balling his fist up, forcing your face into the bed with a harsh tug his hand on the bed next to your face. He squeezes your ass, groaning when his finger sink into your hip’s soft crease. “Whores take it up the ass don’t they?” He roughly yanks your head out of the bed.

He spits on your ass stuff it in with his thumb. Loosen his the tie around your neck and slowly his harsh pace. When you catch your breath you whine, “fuck me however you want sir.”

[v1x3n]

D A D D Y K I N K

꒰ PAIRING : kento nanami x reader.

꒰ SYNOPSIS : after bratty words he did the only thing that would fix your manners, not his fault youre such a brat to daddy, is it?

꒰ TAGS : smut - punishment, spanking, praise, daddy kink, crying, thigh slapping and teasing.

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“I told you t’ count, didn't i?” your husband hums with a voice one would use on a child. “Let's restart, okay?” his grin grew when your hips shifted and your head twists, shaking your head so quickly you could get dizzy.

you mewl out, “m sorry!” sniffling then a yelp falls from you as kentos hand connects to your red marked ass, a hit so harsh that your whole body jerks. tears fall down from your face, water dripping onto the floor. your legs kick, trying to run away from the bent over posture you were currently in.

you were bent over in your husband's lap, after a few mean words were targeted at him he just couldn't deal with your bratty attitude anymore!!

your pants were taken off, showing your bare arse and your sweet hole, “d-daddy!” you whine loudly as you receive another harsh smack to your plush skin. “Oh?” he scoffs, rubbing the skin on your body, he coos as he looks over the blushing marks all over your cheeks. His fingers dip through and roll down your holes, teasing both of them. You whine and your body jerks forward, “count” he demands. 

“O-one” you sniffle as he hits your skin. 

Smack! Smack! 

Two harsh slaps deliver to your arse and you jump, tears roll down your face - gagging on the wet as you sob, “t-three!”

“Good girl” Kento smirks, leaving his hand displayed on your arse cheeks, his free hand petting your head. Running a hand through your hair while he lets you settle, your sniffles slowly stopping, a hand brought up to wipe your eyes but as soon as your tears come to a stop, another whack is delivered to your sensitive body, "four!" His fingers trail down to your neglected clit and pussy, collecting the slick in between your folds, his fingers running over the nub and flicking it, your entire body twitches as you cry out, sobbing once more. 

Tears fall onto the floor, splattering down as your husband tuts, “so wet f’ me, hm?” he coos and rubs your pussy, two fingers hovering over your hole and massaging around the sweet circle. His hand that rolls through your hair tightly grabs onto the strands, pulling your head back and you wince. “Say it” Kento hisses. 

“I-im so wet f-for you” whispering the embarrassing words while his fingers rub around your wetness before roughly trailing back up to your plush thighs. Slapping the skin of your thighs and slowly seeing the flesh turn pink. His rough hands impact you so heavily, your mind goes fuzzy due to the pain and you cry out, your moans mixed with agony fill out the room, “so good” he hums. 

“Daddy loves you” Kento whispers into your ear before hitting your arse and your legs squeeze together, ankles trying to twist together to stop the fluids leaking from your weeping cunt, “f-five, daddy! You mewls, crying out. His fingers traced patterns on your flesh, writing the word ‘mine’ over the skin of your thighs before taking a reddening spank to your ass once more. “six!” you squeal. 

“So so good f’ daddy, aren't you?” your husband's boner grew, digging into your ribs. Your arse stung, the red glowing and handprints imprinting onto your surface. You nod repetitively and splatter wet hits onto the floor. “seven!” whining out once more as another whacks your body. 

Smack! Smack!

Another two hits to your body. Drool starts to droop down from your mouth, slipping past your lips, rolling down your chin and joining the wet tears on the floor. A smack hit on your right cheek this time, a red splotch covering the skin. “N-nine!” you moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

The pain mixed with pleasure fizzed your brain, a cloud covering all of your thoughts. The only thing u could think of was him and only him, the way his cock was stabbing into you, the way his calloused hands smoothed over your cheeks before he landed the last hit aggressively over the right cheek. Ten. 

“ten , daddy! Ten!” you whine out, a slight relief washes over you as you realise you were done. “You sorry, baby?” 

You nod and his rough hands roll over the red marks he had input on your thighs and ass, “say it” you sniffle, trying to focus on talking, “i-im really sorry daddy, won't be a brat againn” quiet words but luckily he still heard. 

“Such a good girl f’ daddy” 

[latenightdaydreams]

Hello! Can we please get a pt2 for 'I win' ? I really love the story

Also, I had an idea

reader is basically captured by könig right, so how would he punish her when he caught her talking secretly to her superiors to plan an escape (rescue mission for her) or to attack könig

OR

When he caught her after she escaped/ while she was escaping

🫶(love ur works)

I love those ideas! 💖💖

I Win Part 2 (fem)

Part 1, Part 2

MDNI🔞

Master List ✍🏽

>cw: fem/afab, non-con, oral, blood, whipping

1.1k word count

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You’ve been König’s sex slave for the past month. He keeps you in his dorm, chained to his bed, whenever he leaves the room. Over the weeks, you’ve been able to pick the lock and slip away to use his phone. You learned your team was saved, which was a relief, but now you’re in a rush for your own release.

As it stands, the plan is to use a toothbrush to turn into a shiv so you can attack König in his sleep. Your team will send a small squad of three men to assist me back to base once you’re out. This is all supposed to go down in three days, around 1 am.

König sits in his office, squeezing a stress ball as he reads the transcripts of your conversation back and forth with your team. His tongue tracing over his teeth as he digests reading his own assassination plan. You are daring, he’ll give you that, but stupid too. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his cellphone to call Horangi, inform him of your men coming; he will take care of you himself.

Three days pass and König rests in bed, next to you. Once you think he’s asleep, you reach beneath the mattress where you’ve placed your shank. Moving as gently as you can to not wake König, your hand slips under nothing. You push your hand in further. Maybe it slipped back slightly with movement.

“Looking for this, Liebling?” König sits up in bed with your homemade shank in his hand, taping it back and forth between his fingers tauntingly.

You slowly turn to face him, your eyes wide with fear as he’s found your weapon. There is nothing to be said as you look at him, dumbfounded. A rush of adrenaline floods your body, triggering your fight or flight. The chain around your ankle stops you from fleeing, so you lunge forward instead.

König effortlessly grabs your fist with one hand as his other wraps around your neck as he slams your body into the bed harshly. The air gets knocked out of you from the impact, his massive body instantly on top of yours. There is a wild look in his eyes as he looks at your face in the dim light of the room.

“Why would you want to hurt me, Schatzi? Have you not been enjoying our time together?” He asks in a mocking tone.

“Fuck you!”

“Watch your fucking tone.” His words pass through his teeth in a low growl. The vibe in the room instantly darkening. “You know I should end you, right? With your own little fucking shank. Just take you out and go find a different whore. Lucky for you, I like you.”

König presses his mouth against you in a harsh kiss, his hand on your neck tightening ever so slightly as he bites your lower lip. A pain groan leaves your mouth as you begin to taste your own blood spilling into your mouth. His mouth trails down, biting your jaw, neck, down to your shoulders. You squirm in an attempt to get away from him, but it’s useless as his heavy 280lb body traps you.

Teeth marks cover your body, crimson red bubbling to the surface. König licks the blood, letting the coppery taste and your pained cries drive his desires. Your body twists as he sinks his teeth into your side. He sits up, looking at your face, bleeding lip and bits on your jaw. His hand on your neck moves to slap your face harshly. No matter how hard you try to remain stoic, he can see the fear in your eyes.

“I’m going to ruin that throat, make sure you can’t call for help again.” König’s voice is low and gruff with a mixture of pleasure and dominance.

König stands for a second to fully undress before yanking your body off the bed and forcing you to your knees. He stands right in front of you, grabbing a fist of hair in his hand. With his other hand he slaps his heavy cock on your busted lip, gazing down with a lustful smile. His full weight on you makes it hard to breathe.

“Open your mouth.”

Not wanting to get hurt any more, you part your lips for him. He quickly shoves his fat cock past them and into your mouth. His hand on the back of your hair pulling your head further down his length. You gag and wince in pain from your lip. His hips buck forward into your mouth as he watches your eyes water, struggling to accept his cock down your throat. Instinctively, your hands move to his thighs in an attempt to push him away, only angering him.

“Hands out, grab the bedsheet.”

You listen to him, stretching your arms out along to bed and grabbing the blanket. König steps even closer, both of his hands moving to grab the side of your face holding you in place. Inch by inch he continues to shove himself deeper. Your knuckles turning white from squeezing the fabric so tightly. His gags you enough to cause you to vomit, but he doesn’t withdraw himself forcing you to keep it in your mouth; the putrid taste only causes you to gag more.

He finally steps back, letting your globs of spit to drop down on your own body. You look into König’s eyes with tears streaming down your face, gasping to steady your breath. He walks away from you to his dresser, grabbing his belt.

“Get up.” His arm wraps around your arm, yanking you up to your feet and pushing you over the bed.

As you rest on your stomach you feel him whip you with the belt. A small whimper leaves your lips, trying to not let it be known how badly he is hurting you. He brings his arm all the way back before slamming down against your ass. Your flesh turning red and bruising already from the sheer force.

“Are you going to try to escape again?”

“No…” Your voice sounds weak.

Your body jumps as he hits you once more. Tears begin to pour from your eyes as you cry quietly. He leans forward and bites your shoulder, causing you to arch your back and let out a pained wail.

“If you try to leave again, I’ll make sure every single moment that you’re awake, you know no peace. You’re mine. Remember that.”

The next morning you sit on the bed with your hands tied behind your back and a gag in your mouth. König comes out of the shower and looks over at you, covered in his bloody bite marks and belt marks on your stomach and thighs. Your eyes are red and puffy from of full night of being whipped and throat fucked. He sits at the edge of the bed and smiles at you, caressing the side of your face with one of his calloused hands. In his other hand he holds his belt.

“Stand up.”

He’s not done punishing you yet.

Part 3

[ermnmika]

taming bakugou is a big challenge for you.

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

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

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

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

a scowl twists your face. not good.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you win.

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

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

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

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

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

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

[crimsonbubble]

female!reader and male!shadow both have to be the barracks bunny for a night/week because they lost a bet against the other shadows (sorry im just a bisexual whore)

and graves is just sitting there with a glass of wine and a cigarette hanging from his lips, waiting for his boys to have their little fun so he can have them both alone by the end of the night (after all he’s their commander and they have to serve him🤌🏻)

cw. nsfw, afab!reader, barracks bunny!reader & shadow, breeding kink, cum play, implied anal sex, nipple play, clit slapping, overstimulation, handjobs *not proofread, just pure horny

[this made me unbelievably horny] @smmy-winchster @waltzthegenderfluidpan

MINORS DNI!!

this is one bet that you don't mind losing

you and another shadow being manhandled and dragged to their commander's quarters

getting groped, fondled, and stripped as you went

getting tossed on the bed, surrounded by your impending doom

graves simply watching from the sidelines as the shadows have their fun

manhandling you and the shadow into positions that will leave your body sore

eating you out so greedily, it makes you see stars

getting positioned on your side so you and the shadow are face-to-face

letting each other see how easily you dwell and drown in the pleasure

grabbing so needily at each other as you get pounded

stroking the shadows cock, while the shadow plays with your clit

clenching and tightening around the cock shoved deep in your cunt

feeling cum fill you up, leaking out of you as you were moved to the liking of the other shadows

getting turned onto your back, so the next shadow can grab your hips and bury their cock in as deep as your body would allow

the shadow beside you getting shoved onto his stomach, his hips propped up before he's getting filled again

holding hands with him as you're both fucked through another orgasm

another shadow collecting the seed that's spilling out of you to use as lube to rub over your twitchy clit

two of the shadows are mean; one of them is pinching and twisting your nipple and the other is landing harsh slaps on your throbbing clit :((

you can only take what's given to you, holding onto the shadow hand even tighter

moving his hand up to press it to your chest, letting him squeeze your boobs as he gets his prostate abused and his cock milked

once the shadows were done, you were left with the other shadow and your commander

it didn’t take long before you could feel graves' hand knead the fat of your hips

he drags you down the bed, getting the shadow to lie on his back

graves all but manhandled you to straddle the shadow, pressing your sore and leaky cunt against his cock

graves kneels behind you, his cock pushing into the shadow below you

the shadow grabbed your hips tightly, bucking his hips up into you, his tip bumping into your clit

with a quick repositioning, you could slip him into you, bouncing and shifting your hips over his

the sensations were too much yet not enough

spearing yourself down on his cock as another orgasm raced through you

graves quickly pulled out, pulling you off as well

both he and the shadow covered your cunt in their thick seed

grinding into you with such desperation as they rode out their releases

[fieryland]

Reader who lets Eren spit in he mouth an all over while he strokes his cock in front of her and heavily degraded her (bitch, slut, whore and all that)😩😵‍💫😵‍💫

Foaming at the mouth rn just thinking about Eren stroking his fat cock in front of you, showing off what you can’t have as you eagerly sit on your knees. They were on fire against the floor, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was Eren and his fingers wrapped tightly around his length. He looked so good like that, sitting proud and tall above you— like he could control everything, and you’d just let him do it, let him take you and do whatever the fuck he wanted, just watching him look down on you like you were some bitch he picked up off the street had drool pooling in your mouth and your tongue slightly sticking out.

He twists his face in amusement “Look at you,” he scoffs lightly, as if to make fun of you along with dangling his pretty cock right in your face. “Look like some fuckin’ whore. You want this dick that bad?” You nod, then again, and again. You keep nodding as he raises his eyebrows at you and angles his tip so that it almost rests on your tongue, then he takes it away in an instant and settles on slapping it against your right cheek a couple times.

“Oh yeah? Show me what you’d do for it.” Eren breathes out after barely containing his laughter at how needy you were for him. In response to his question, you slide closer to him and take one of his balls into your mouth. He accidentally lets you do it— not meaning to let his dominant demeanour fall as his lips part and let out a groan. He can’t let himself fall too deep yet, no, so he grabs you by your hair and yanks you back where you were. “Did I say you could touch me, hm? Tell me.” he says through gritted teeth. You stay silent, knowing the answer, yet you’re too focused on the deep rumble of his voice to properly register the harsh slap he just delivered to your cheek.

“I asked you something, slut.” he spits in your face, landing it right next to your nose as some of it drips onto your lips. You lick it as to take some into your mouth and he just scoffs at your actions. Tightening his grip on your hair, you speak “no, no. you didn’t, ‘ren.” you wail in response, that wailing turning into a sigh of relief as he lets you go. You reposition yourself, watching him pump his thick cock up and down— leaking precum and pausing just to show it off some more.

“That’s what I thought. You’re such a dumb fucking bitch, I’m surprised you got what I was saying.” sinister venom drips from his tongue, a language you were all too familiar with yet found yourself wanting more. “You like when I talk to you like that, huh? You like that shit?” he huffs, slightly leaning down as to look into your glass eyes— pupils blown and wild, staring at the jerking of his cock and nothing else.

Eren places a hand on your jaw and squeezes it. “Look at me when I’m talkin’ to you, or I’ll break your fucking jaw.” you look up at him, a second too late but you still did it with no regrets. His eyes pierced into yours, half lidded with his eyebrows narrowed— he looked heavenly, godly, almost. With a few strands of hair in his face and his moans coming from the stroking of his cock, you spoke.

“mmm yeah- I like it.” after biting your lip, you open wide and nonverbally beg for something to be put inside your mouth. So, he spits on your tongue and grabs the back of your head as to force his cock down your throat. You squeeze your eyes and moan around him at the feeling of being used. He just kept pounding and pounding into your mouth— balls slapping against your chin while he moaned and groaned above you, stretching your throat the same way he’d stretch your little pussy.

“Take it, nasty bitch. Take my fucking cock.”

[wannab-urs]

This Night Has Opened My Eyes

Summary: You’ll do anything to avoid getting arrested. Javi P x f!reader

Warnings: Dubcon with a twist, reader is so very very into it, derogatory language (putita, little whore), bondage (handcuffs), rough sex (no prep). 

A/N: I wrote something! Wild I know. I’ve had this idea in my head for months bc of the “you’re breaking my heart, baby” scene. Hope y’all enjoy <3

A quick shout of “DEA! ¡Abrir la puerta!” is all the warning you get before your apartment door is shoved open and a man storms in. You don’t have anywhere to hide, so you run to your kitchen, putting the counter between you and the officer. You barely have time to take in his dark hair and broad shoulders before he grabs your arm, turns you around, and shoves you against the kitchen counter. 

“Please! Don’t arrest me! They’ll kill me. You don’t understand!” You struggle to get out of the hold of the man behind you. He pulls your arms hard behind your back and slaps a pair of cuffs on your wrists just the wrong side of too tight. “Please, por favor…!” Your voice cracks with desperation. “I’ll do anything!” 

The officer places a hand between your shoulder blades and shoves your body down over the counter. He presses himself up against your now exposed ass and you feel his hard cock in his jeans as he leans over and rumbles in your ear “Anything, hermosa?” 

Your stomach twists with fear and… something else. You turn your head, trying to look him in the eye. “Anything,” your voice comes out in a breathy whisper. The man leans back, kicks your legs apart and rucks your dress up over your hips. 

“No panties? ¿Estás una putita?” 

He grabs your ass roughly and slaps your right ass cheek. You try to jerk your body away, but  he grabs your hair and pulls you back, turning your head to look at him. “Answer me when I ask you a question, baby.” 

You whimper and meet his dark gaze before sucking in a breath through trembling lips “Si. I- I’m a li- little whore.” He smirks and pushes your face back into the counter. You hear the clink of his belt and the sound of his zipper coming down. 

He runs his fingers through your embarrassingly wet folds, grazing your clit and making you keen. “Mi putita, ahora. Entiendes?” He grabs the chain between your wrists and pulls you backwards roughly, splitting you open on his hard cock.

He immediately pulls out and slams into you again and you let out a strangled moan. It feels like he’s breaking you apart from the inside. “Do. You. Understand. Putita?” He punctuates every word of the question with harsh thrusts, hitting deep inside you. 

You press your forehead to the cold surface of the counter and practically scream “Yes JAV- FUCK. Yes sir. Entiendo!” He twists one hand into your hair and keeps the other on your cuffs, using the leverage to impale you on his cock and forcing you to arch your back. You feel him slam into your cervix with every thrust, so hard the sounds leaving your mouth are more like choked sobs than moans.

 “Are you going to cum on my cock like a good little whore?” You’re beyond words, but he can feel your walls clenching him tighter and tighter. He drops his hand from your hair only to wrap his long fingers around your throat. The slight loss of blood flow goes straight to your cunt and a wrecked noise falls from your lips. He slams a few more brutal thrusts into you and your vision goes white, cunt squeezing around his cock and a high pitched whine coming from your throat. 

The officer fucks you through it, not missing a beat of his brutal pace. As soon as he feels you go limp, wrung out from your orgasm, he pulls out. He jerks your body up and turns you to face him. He looks into your eyes and strokes your cheek almost tenderly with his thumb.

“On your knees, putita,” he whispers, his face so close to yours he’s almost kissing you. You blink at him, still a bit dazed, before sinking to your knees in front of him. He settles a hand on top of your head and tilts your face to look up at him. “Open, hermosa.” 

He slots the head of his cock between your parted lips and you immediately lean forward, taking him as far into your mouth as you can. He strokes your hair, thrusting shallowly into your mouth as you hollow out your cheeks. In only a few moments, you feel his hand tighten in your hair and his head falls back exposing the long column of his throat as hot spurts of cum hit the back of your throat. “Fuck, cariño. Eres increíble.” 

He steps away from you and tucks his softening cock back into his tight jeans. He gently pulls you to your feet and undoes the cuffs, rubbing soothing circles into your wrists before tucking you against his chest. You wrap your arms around his torso and burrow your face into the crook of his neck and he presses his lips to the top of your head.

“Was it everything you wanted, mi amor?” he whispers into your hair. 

“Yes, Javi. Perfect.”

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Translations:  ¡Abrir la puerta!” - open the door! por favor - please Hermosa - beautiful/darling  ¿Estás una putita? - Are you a little whore? Si - yes “Mi putita, ahora. Entiendes? - My little whore, now. Understand? Cariño. Eres increíble - dear/darling. You’re incredible mi amor - my love

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HAHA it was RP all along. They love each other <3

[brittscafe]

𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮

Pairing: Gojo, Geto, and Nanami x fem! non sorcerer reader.

Summary: You've been kidnapped and they come to save you.

A/n: This idea just randomly popped into my head and I had sooo much fun writing this!! <3 Also was def listening to the Nana soundtrack when writing this. Also lemme know if y'all want one with Sukuna and some other characters. I can just imagine Sukuna going insane over you.

Content: Injuries, kidnapping, bleeding, cursing, a knife being used in Geto's, punching, y/n being a badass and fighting back, your man being overprotective of you, angst, lots of fluff at the end (i promise!!)

Gojo: He tilts his head to the side hearing the news of your kidnapping and his eyes darken. No way. No one gets to steal Saturo Gojo's girlfriend, not on his watch.

You're trapped in a dark room, candles are the only thing giving the room light.

"You know, you're pretty brave for kidnapping the girlfriend of the sorcerer who possesses the six eyes," you scoff out, rolling your eyes with annoyance.

"Why's that?" your captor asks, slowly making his way over to you. He towers over you with his large and tall built.

"Yeah, you can't seriously be asking me that. You're stupider than you look," you speak through gritted teeth and the man cocks an eyebrow, his expression dropping.

He raises his hand up and it meets your face with a loud 'slap' sound and your face gets smacked to the other side. Your eyes widen and your cheek starts to sting and burn.

"Stupid bitch," your captor mumbles underneath his breath and you turn your face back, eyes meeting his. The rage starts to build up inside of you and you clench your fists.

"Fuck you!" you raise your voice, swinging your fist at the man's face. Your knuckles connect across his face and his face snaps to the side. You start throwing your hands into his chest, your muscles straining and burning.

All the punches you throw don't seem to even faze the man.

"You messed up. It's over for you," he growls out, his hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing. You gasp, your heart thudding against your chest.

You can feel the oxygen leaving your body as he squeezes, tighter and tighter. Your face starts to turn a paler color as you scratch and crawl at his hand around your neck.

"Hey...let her go," Gojo's voice echoes throughout the room and your eyes widen. The man releases his tight grip on your throat for a moment, letting the oxygen flow back into your body.

You inhale loudly, stomach twisting into uneasy knots. The man steps behind you, his arm locking onto your neck and pulling you back into his grip.

"Saturo," you breath out with relief somehow with the man's arm wrapped tightly around your neck. Gojo slowly raises his hand up and never lets his eyes leave the man's.

"Let her go," he speaks through gritted teeth, slowly taking a step forward. The man tightens his grip around your throat and a grunt escapes your throat.

The expression on Saturo's face...you've never seen it before. There is no smile or happy emotion on his face. He's mad. He's raging with anger.

"Yeah? Or what?" your captor asks, scoffing.

Saturo's white hair is hanging down over his forehead as he slowly raises his other hand up. His slender fingers slide over his blindfold and he pulls it down his face.

The blindfold rests underneath his chin and his blue eyes glisten. You simply blink and Gojo is no longer standing in front of you. The man's arm is no longer around your throat and you furrow your eyebrows.

Gojo wraps his arms around you and whooshes the two of you of the building. Gojo's strength and pure ability is faster than the human eye can see.

Gojo's harsh eyes full of hate and anger are no longer. His eyes are full of love and softness.

"Here...let me see," Gojo speaks softly, placing a finger underneath your jaw and lifting your face up. His eyes rake over the finger marks on your neck and he clenches his jaw.

You wince out in agony and Gojo frowns a bit. "Thank you," you mumble out, grabbing onto his long sleeves.

"For what?" he asks, tilting his head to the side.

"Saving me," you sigh out and Gojo's eyes soften. He desperately pulls you into his arms, your head resting against his chest. Gojo's arms are wrapped around you tightly, his chin resting on top of your head.

"I'm so glad that you're okay, y/n. Please, always be ok," Gojo whispers, his voice giving you chills. Your muscles relax in his embrace and you close your eyes.

Gojo presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, hugging you ever so tightly.

Geto: The expression on his face drops once he finds out what has happened to you.

Your captor tosses you onto the ground and a breath escapes your throat as you make impact with the ground.

"I won't tell you anything," you say, glancing up at your captor. He chuckles and stalks over to you as you make it up onto your hands and knees.

His shin connects with your stomach and you cry out in agony, collapsing on the ground.

"Pathetic," he spits out and you clutch onto your stomach. Your face scrunches up with agony and slide over to the wall, sitting up and leaning against it.

That's when you feel the cold handle of the knife tucked inside your jeans up against your stomach. Your eyes slightly widen and your hand slides over the handle.

That's right, Geto gifted you a knife in order to protect yourself. You told him you would never have to use it, I guess now is the time to use it.

The man marches over to you and kneels down in front of you. "So, you gonna start talking?" he asks, cocking an eyebrow. You plant your feet on the ground, glaring up at him, your upper lip curling up with anger and determination.

You wrap your fingers around the handle and swipe it out from your shirt. You lean up and swipe the knife across the man's stomach. He shouts in agony, letting his guard down.

You leap up onto your feet and start sprinting towards the door. He pants heavily, clenching his fists with anger. He glances down at the blood starting to stain his shirt and snaps his head towards over to you.

"Get back here!" his voice booms out behind you. The man rapidly whips around and grabs onto your wrist, the same hand where you're holding the knife.

"No!" you shout out as he pulls you back, your back slamming against the face. You grunt as the man pins your hand to the wall, knife along with it.

You starts squeezing your wrist and pain begins forming in your hand.

Don't let go. Don't let go of the knife.

The pressure is crushing your wrist and you gasp out, letting the knife go. The man catches the knife and swings it above his head.

Your mouth gapes open, your body freezing as the knife starts to come down. The man slams the knife down into your thigh and your heart skips a beat.

A horrid scream leaves your lips as you writhe in pain. Your mouth stays gaped open, unable to close it because the pain that's rippling in your thigh.

"That should teach you," the man scoffs out.

You gasp loudly, lips trembling as you stare in horror at the handle of the knife sticking out from your thigh. Tears start streaming down your cheeks as the pain rips through your body and starts tearing you apart.

You slowly back up, your back hitting the wall as you wail out in agony. You slowly slide down the wall and your eyebrows knit together, trying to ease the pain just a little.

Suddenly the door slams open and Geto barges in. His nostrils are flared as he breathes heavily, chest heaving. Half of his hair has fallen out from his usually hairstyle.

Geto's eyes slowly move over to the knife sticking out from your thigh and his rage takes over.

"What the hell did you do to her?!" his voice roars out as he marches up to the man. He grabs onto the man's collar and easily lifts him off his feet.

The man's eyes widen with fear and smoke is practically hissing out of Geto's ears. Geto lets go of one side of the man's collar and wraps his hand around the man's throat.

The man gasps and his eyes start to bulge out from his head. You grimace with disgust and glance down at the blood starting to pour from your thigh.

It paints your pants and starts dripping onto the floor. Geto glances over at you and his bottom lip quivers for a slight moment, seeing the blood spill out from you.

Geto's fingers squeeze harder around the man's neck and the man's heart rate starts to slow down. You avert your eyes from the scene as Geto murders your captor.

The man's body thuds on the ground and you inhale sharply. Geto's facial expression drops as he turns towards you and walks over to you.

"Come here, baby," Geto speaks with a raspy voice, kneeling down in front of you. He wipes the tears away off your face with his thumbs, giving you a gentle smile.

"It hurts," you stifle out, gritting your teeth. Geto gazes down at the knife in your leg and nods his head.

"Yeah, I bet. It's ok, I'll take you back to Jujutsu high and we'll get you all fixed up there, ok? You just gotta hold on for me baby, be strong and brave," Geto's voice is like silk, soft and comforting.

"Ok, I will. Geto...I love you," you whisper out as Geto slings your arm over the back of his neck and carefully lifts you off the ground. He chuckles lightly and wraps an arm around your waist, holding you close to him.

"I love you too. Let's go, my brave girl," Geto mumbles out, tilting his head and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek as he helps you walk out of the room.

Nanami: He leaves the office without an explanation and in a hurry, fists clenched and determined to get to you before anything can happen to you.

Your hands are bound behind your back, wrapped around the back of a chair. The ropes are rubbing against your wrists, burning your skin.

You've been in this hot room for hours, maybe two. You're drenched in sweat, your head is pounding. Your captor knocked you out and then took you.

You're breathing heavily, sweat running down the side of your face. Your captor is standing just a few feet away from you, his mind pondering.

"When Nanami gets here...he's gonna kill you," you pant out, raising your head up and glaring at the man holding your captive. He snaps his head towards you, eyes full of darkness.

He marches up to you and your heart skips a beat. A startled gasp leaves your lips as he roughly grabs onto your jaw, fingers digging into your skin.

"Yeah? We'll see about that," he speaks harshly, letting out a chuckle of disbelief. He swipes his fingers off your face and you grimace in disgust.

Suddenly the door bursts open and Nanami stands there, sleeves rolled up and his blade in his hand. Your captor's eyes widen and he sinks down in fear.

You lean your head back and let out a sigh of relief. Nanami's eyes shift over to you and he gulps. He sees your hands tied behind your hand and his eyes flicker with darkness for a moment.

"Y/n...don't look," Nanami breathes out. You hesitate for a moment and nod your head, closing your eyes and turning away from the scene about to unfold in front of you.

Your captor lets out an earth shattering scream as Nanami puts an end to his life. You scrunch up your face as you hear his body hit the ground.

Nanami marches up to you, cutting the ropes off your hand. You slowly open your eyes and Nanami kneels down in front of you. He gently grabs onto your hands, gazing at your wrists.

He chews on his bottom lip, his heart tearing apart in his chest. His slender fingers gently graze over the rope marks on your wrists.

"Darling...look at me," Nanami speaks with a soft voice and your eyes shift down to his. Your lips tremble and your eyes fill up with tears. He carefully brings up his hand and cups your cheek, thumb brushing over your skin.

The tears start rolling down your cheeks and you slide off the chair, burying your head into Nanami's chest.

"I was so scared, Nanami," you sob out, clutching onto him for dear life. Nanami wraps an arm around you, carefully rubbing your back.

"I know, sweetheart. I know, I'm sorry. It's all over know, ok? You're safe," Nanami comforts you, his hand cupping the back of your head.

You sniffle and pull your head away from his chest. Nanami cups your face and presses a soft kiss to your lips.

"Come on, let's go home. I'll make you your favorite meal, ok?" Nanami asks, leaning his forehead against yours. A smile twitches on your face for a moment and you nod your head.

Nanami gently picks you up from the ground and you wrap your arms around his neck. Nanami gazes down at you as you let your head fall onto his chest, eyes full of softness and a bit of sadness.

His knuckles trace across your cheek and he lets out a tiny sigh, tightening his grip around you. Nanami will never let anything happen to you ever again.

[hardcoverho]

hi, so what about dark aemond × maid reader?maybe she is trying to leave the relationship but he will not let that happen

STILL MINE

Pairing - dark!Aemond Targaryen x maid reader

Warnings - NON CON. Aemond being an asshole, slapping, degradation, choking, size kink, murder, oral sex (M reciving)

. . .

Aemond stared down at you as you messed with the edge of your dress, your eyes on the ground and you forced yourself to say the words. You felt horrible. Aemond had always been the perfect gentleman. He never tried to take your innocence and only pressed his lips to your knuckles. He had been good to you.

"We can't do this anymore, my prince. My father...he promised me to someone."

"Who, my sweet?"

"The stable boy," I whispered, your voice shaking. "He wouldn't want me if he found out about our...friendly relations. He'd think I am ruined and my father wouldn't be...happy."

Aemond tipped your face up with two, long pale fingers. You looked into his eye. His face was void of any emotion. He stepped closer, just one tiny step that made your heart beat faster.

"Fetch him for me."

"W-What?"

"Fetch him for me. I would like to talk to him, my sweet. I will not disclose the nature of our...relations. I merely want to make sure whoever gets to make you their wife knows that the prince will not be pleased if you are mistreated."

You gave him a small smile. "You are so good to me, my price."

"Of course, I am." He smiled down at you. You failed to notice the sinister edge of it. "I am always good to you."

. . .

You fetched your future husband who was all smiles when he saw you. You both entered Aemond's room. Aemond was sitting on a chair, facing the fireplace.

His head tilted towards you.

"Y/N," he said, slowly. "Come here." You frowned but did as you were told. Defying the price when there was an audience present wasn't smart, not like you ever defied Aemond. He never asked anything of you that made you feel hesitant.

"Kneel."

You froze. "My prince-"

"I do not repeat myself to mere maids." He looked at your future husband. "Close the door and watch. Just watch."

You lowered yourself to your knees, your heart beating out of your chest. This was not how you thought this would have gone down. What was he doing?

He looked down at you, his face holding nothing. There was no tenderness.

His hand twisted into your hair and pulled your closer till you were between his legs.

His hand raised and connected with your cheek. You cried out, trying to get away. "Aemond-"

"Is that how you address your prince?" He slapped your other cheek. You cried out. "You're beneath me, maid." He grabbed your neck and pulled your head forwards till your lips pressed against his hidden cock.

Your hands pressed against his thighs, trying to keep yourself away. "My prince- what-"

He slapped you again. "Keep your mouth where it is and shut the fuck up."

Tears rolled down your face at his harsh words. Why was he being like this? Yes, you and he might have declared your feelings for one another, but you'd thought he knew it wouldn't lead anywhere.

Aexmond grabbed your hair and rubbed your slightly open mouth on his large, clothed cock. His merciless eyes were looking down with so much indifference as if you were nothing but a toy. Just a thing kneeling between his legs.

You tried to get away again. The corner of his mouth tilted up. He raised his hand. You squeezed your eyes shut, expecting another slap on your already throbbing face, but you didn't feel anything.

You opened your eyes, your lips still pressed against his hardness and held back a gasp as you looked at his blue eye. He had removed his eye patch. Now he looked like the monster he was. He had never removed it in front of you before.

Now, he was done hiding.

Aemond took his cock out. You watched as his large hand wrapped around his thick and long cock, squeezing once. It was big and it looked angry.

"Now, you fucking whore, you're going to get your tiny throat fucked right in front of your betrothed."

He fisted your hair. "Open your mouth."

"No, please. Listen to me, my prince. This isn't right I-" you sobbed as he dragged you towards his cock. "I understand your anger, but p-please do not ruin me."

He stuffed his cock in your mouth and fucked it. You scrambled for support, feeling your throat stretch around his cock. Your tears now ran freely, making it hard to see. Your eyes fell on your betrothed, pleading him to do something.

He just stood there. Of course, he wasn't going to defy the price. The price had always been cruel to everyone. Everyone but you. And now he was being cruel to you.

"Look up at me, whore."

You sobbed at the filthy name he called you, but looked up at him, gagging on his cock as he tried to fit more of it in your mouth. Right then, only half was in.

You tried to shake your head, pleading him through your eyes to have mercy.

He smirked and slapped your face. "You should know," he said after watching you gag for a while. "This was what I always wanted to do when you opened that fucking mouth. I wanted to fuck it till you choked and sobbed all over me. I do not know why I resisted. I shouldn't have. You are, after all, here to serve me."

He got all of his cock in you. Your eyes closed, your body violently trying to get away, but his grip on your hair was enough to stop you. He was a lot bigger than you. You'd never be able to get away.

"You are, after all, just holes. Like every woman. I should have made you do this the very first day, perhaps then your station would have been clear to you. Do you know what that station is, my sweet whore?"

Black spots danced in your vision because of a lack of air. His cock didn't leave any space for breathing. Your eyes dropped. This was how he was going to kill you.

He pulled out. You coughed loudly, sobbing into your hands, feeling utterly weak and small. No one could save you.

"Answer my fucking question." He tugged your face up and slapped you.

"I-I don't know my station," you forced out.

He smirked, pleased. "You belong near me. You're nothing but a set of holes I will take everywhere with me. You will always be available to me. I will use you as much and as hard as I want. You can cry, you can beg, you can even try to run away. But I will hunt my whore down and I will have you on my cock, again and again, till you consider yourself nothing without it."

He slapped your face again, this time making you fall. He stood, putting his cock away. He picked up a dagger and tested it weight in his hand.

You froze, thinking it was for you.

Instead, he threw it at your betrothed. It pierced the heart.

Aemond turned back to you, hands tucked behind him. He looked down at your crying, abused form.

"Get on the bed, maid. Let's familiarise you with your new duties."

. . .

[multi-fandom-imagine]

A/n: he’s so hot 😩 also I’m not sure how I feel about this so I apologize if this sucks.

Warnings: P in the V, Luis going feral for his girl aka him ripping his shirt off the readers body, lots of praise, slapping the readers ass, cock warming, breast play, doggy style, breeding kink{ you can tell me this guy won’t have one}.

If it was one thing that Luis Serra loved more than you, it was the fact that you’d dress up or dress down for him. The man loved to buy you lingerie, anything that showed off your body, anything that showed off your curves.

God did the love your body.

But the one thing he loved the most was when you wore his clothes. That would really make his heart race, make his blood travel to a place that he was oh so familiar with.

And today was no exception, watching you dance around the room for him wearing nothing but his silk shirt. Your shapely hips twisting with the beat of the song, his shirt stretched across your breasts. Hr couldn’t tear his eyes away from your form.

Licking his lips he stepped closer to you, his arousal evident as he tugged you close. “Hey sexy lady, I like your flow.” Nuzzling your neck, he gave the skin a light nip. “Your body is banging amore.”

Biting your lip you wove your arms around his neck as Luis gave your hips a squeeze though your cheeks warmed feeling the man give your ass a slap. Luis loved to tell you how he felt, how beautiful you were. Something your ex’s never had done.

“Really?” Pressing closer to his hips you slowly pushed against his groin feeling his hardened press against your center. “Then what are you waiting for Mr.Serra.”

Letting out a playful scoff, Luis wrapped his arms around your hips lifting you up as your legs wove around his hips. “Do you know that you are the only one to make me scream, make me beg for more.” He whispered laying you down on the bed as his hand slipped under your shirt.

Nuzzling his nose into your neck, he let his fingers brush your breast. “Mi amor…tell me you need.”

A shudder ran down your spine, your nails digging into his shoulders. You hoped he could feel how much you wanted him, how wet you were for him.

Letting out a small laugh you ran your fingers through his hair giving it a harsh tug. “Luis, my love…please fuck me. I want to feel you, feel all of you.” A small whimper escaped your lips as you traced you fingers down his cheeks feeling the scruff beneath the tips of your fingers.

A small growl escaped the man’s lips as he tossed you onto the bed. Your body bouncing on the bed. Luis’s eyes glued to your frame, watching every inch on exposed skin. Crawling on the bed you watched the man hover over your frame, his fingers teasing that buttons of his shirt though soon the sound of fabric tearing echoed through out the room.

“Y-you’re shirt!”

Giving you a teasing grin, Luis placed a kiss to your neck as his hand messaged your breasts. “I can but a new shirt…it was distracting me anyway. Hiding your beautiful body from me.”

Grabbing a hold of your hips a gasp escaped your lips feeling his length brush your entrance. Giving your neck a light nip he continued to tease your folds.

“How do you want me?” Slowly opening your eyes you wanted nothing more than for him just to fuck you but it was never simple with Luis.

“On your knees.”

Biting your lip, you gave him a small pout as you shifted your body, following Luis’s instructions you clutched one of the pillows burying your face in it as he let his fingers trace down your spine until he finally pushed his cock into your entrance as you clutched the blanks tightly.

Form this position you were able to take him fully, you felt so good wrapped around his length and while Luis loved nothing more than to watch you ride him, this, this is what he needed right now.

“Look how good you take me Mi Amore….such a good girl.” He whispered letting this thumb trail down your spin keeping still as he then moved his hands to your hips digging his nails into your flesh, fantasies running through his mind. Ones with filling you with his seed, watching your belly grow.

Watching your breasts grow would just be an added bonus to him as he guided your hips. Your walls clenching around his cock as he continued to thrust in your pussy.

Chest heaving, you tried to keep your eyes opened but this felt to good. Luis always knew how to make you feel good, he always knew what to say to make you weak in the knees. His name becoming a breathless whimper past your lips as he slowed his movements.

A light yelp escaping your lips once you felt the man start to play with your clit. His thumb playing with the bud as a slight chuckle escaped past his lips.

“Such a sweet darlin you are…I love how wet you get for me.” He whispered against your ear as you felt your body tense once another orgasm hit you. Your heart hammering against your chest as your cores became muffled into the pillow your juices now coating your thighs and his cock.

You could feel it building in the pit of your stomach, that sensation you were so used to showing how close you were. It took one last thrust from Luis for you to see stars, your walls clenching around his cock. Milking him as his cum coated your walls, his seed spilling into your pussy. Your voice raw from crying out his name.

Slumping forward, your nearly collapsed on the bed as you felt Luis run his fingers down your back. Still within you, he let your body curl into his. “Now how do you feel Mi Amore?”

Chuckling weakly you let your fingers trace the mark on his chest. “Tired…but very satisfied.”

Humming, Luis grasped your hips pulling your closer,a whimper escaping your lips. Still sensitive from your orgasm. “That is what I like to hear.” He tried not to groan himself, it felt so good to be within you.

“Tired but very satisfied.”

[leighsartworks216]

Not Guilty

Hobo Phoenix Wright & "adopted" gn!reader

(THIS IS COMPLETELY PLATONIC/FAMILIAL)

Just like,, hey what if Nick took in a kid that he defended once and now they trick themselves into believing they're guilty?? Hm what if??

Warnings: allusions to murder, blood mention, possible abusive family references

Word Count: 1245

Masterlist

AO3

The couch wasn't very comfortable. After so many years of use, the padding in the cushions was uneven and tough. It smelled faintly of noodles at all times. No matter how you shifted and twisted and turned, your back hurt. The blanket you used was scratchy and falling apart. And yet, you refused to go back to your own bed.

This awful cycle started years ago, after you were accused of murder. Nobody believed you, nobody wanted to defend you. You were at the mercy of the law, cold and harsh and deaf to your pleas.

But you were saved. Despite all the evidence framing you, all he asked was one question before deciding to defend you.

"Did you do it?"

He listened with a stern look on his face as you frantically described what happened, repeating over and over that you didn't kill them, it was all a big mistake. And then his face relaxed, and he smiled with determination.

"I believe you."

When you ran away from home, away from family members who stared at you from the corner of their eyes, waiting for you to kill them next, the only place you could think to go was the Wright and Co. Law Offices. Phoenix didn't sugar coat it - he wasn't rich, and he couldn't afford much more than basic amenities. But the trust he offered was more than enough.

Over time, a spare room was converted into a bedroom. You didn't mind sharing with Trucy once she came along. But as time progressed, the nightmares only seemed to get worse.

At first it was just haunting images of your family no longer trusting you, staring at you and whispering amongst each other, flinching with every small movement. Now, they screamed. Their voices echoed endlessly within your mind. Hands grabbed you and shook you and slapped you, cursing you for a crime you didn't commit. Nails dug into your flesh. And when your blood pooled onto the floor, all you saw was that body. That victim.

Tonight was the worst it's ever been. The screaming and grabbing you could handle. But seeing her there, exactly as you had after the murder took place. Leaning over her, a blood-soaked knife clutched tightly in your hands, and lifeless eyes staring into you while her dead mouth moved, asking why you did it, how you could take her life from her. It was too much.

A hand softly pressed into your shoulder, almost startling you despite how careful it had been. Phoenix stared at you with tired, worried eyes, leaning over the back of the couch to check on you. You couldn't look at them for very long. His eyes only reminded you of your dreams.

You listened attentively as he walked around the couch, feet padded with slippers that absorbed any sound. He tapped your legs. Like a practiced ballet, you moved them aside and he sat down, before plopping them into his lap.

He didn't say anything for a while. You thought he may have fallen asleep. Sometimes he did, though he usually provided enough comfort to chase out the worst nightmares. That wouldn't work this time. It felt like he knew; knew he couldn't just sit there and call it a night.

When he did speak, despite the low whisper it was, it cut through the dead silence like a shotgun blast. With a few words, the stagnant air of misconstrued truths and placating thoughts was banished.

"You didn't do it."

You swallowed. Slowly, as if he wouldn't notice, your hands gripped the blanket tighter.

"No matter what anybody thinks, you're innocent."

You squeezed your eyes shut, tightly. So tight you couldn't see the images that haunted you.

"No matter what you think, you didn't do it."

"She wouldn't have died if I hadn't been there!" Your voice came out hoarse. It was still a whisper. You were all too aware of Trucy sleeping just in the other room. You didn’t want to think of her sweet little face morphing into a terrified scream, running from you.

"You don't know that," he countered. "The real killer planned it to frame whoever came by next - He would just be framing some other innocent soul."

You knew it was true. Phoenix revealed as much during your trial. But some parasitic part of your brain refused to accept it. It gnawed on you, reminding you of every shred of evidence and testimony that threw doubt into your verdict. Maybe that old lady was right. Maybe she did see you stab her and you just repressed it. Maybe-

“You remind me of a friend of mine,” he said suddenly. It shocked you out of your downward spiral. When you opened your eyes to look at him in the dark, he was just staring ahead, at the growing pile of magic items. “He thought he was guilty of a crime that happened when he was just a kid. All because of some nightmares.”

You waited for him to continue. When he didn’t, you decided to ask the question burning your mind. “Was he? Was he guilty?”

Even in the dark, you could see the knowing smirk he got. “No. But he was so damn convinced of it. I revealed the truth in court, exposed the real killer for everything he did.”

“Then what happened?”

"... He ran away." He sighed and leaned further back into the couch. A distant sort of look came over his face, as though he was remembering something from long ago. "Honestly, I hated him for it."

You sat up, clutching the blanket to your chest, invested in what he was telling you. He never really spoke about the past. All you knew about him came from the present, from when you met him in the Detention Center to today. You wanted to know more.

"He ran because he felt guilty?"

Phoenix half shrugged. "He ran for a lot of reasons - reasons I didn't understand at the time. But," he looked at you, "I think that was part of it.

"Y'see, in that trial, everything he knew was turned on its head. For decades he thought he was guilty of a crime that someone close to him committed. That guilt changed his whole life, altered who he became and what he stood for. When I revealed the truth, for him, nothing else remained. There wasn't anything to fall back on. So he ran away to find who he could have been, and who he needed to become."

"So... Why do I remind you of him?"

"You remind me of him because you believe so strongly that you can't be innocent, even when the truth is laid bare." He patted your leg before shifting them off his lap so he could stand. He stretched, back popping in several places down his spine. "Get some sleep, kid. And do me a favor."

"A favor?"

When his arms fell from his stretch, they automatically found their way into his hoodie pockets. It was hard to believe he ever wore a suit looking at him now.

He grinned, softer this time. It was a look you'd seen before, when Trucy got upset when she couldn't do a magic trick, and he had to calm her down by suggesting they go out to Eldoon's.

"Don't believe you're guilty just because of some nightmares." He chuckled, prepared to tell a joke. "At least show some evidence to back it up, first."

[tinyascanbe]

Beetle Shells Chapter 2

TW: nudity, very slight noncon, medical, insects

No sexual content

Deeply asleep from exhaustion and the effects from her transformation, Clementine began to have a nightmare. Horned brown glossy beetles surrounding her (at her once normal height), crawling up her, prickling legs like razors on her skin. I felt the pain in the dream and yet was glued in place, unable to even move my arms to knock off the insects. A strong odor filled my nose…sweet…but harsh like vinegar. I realized it was the pheromone, i was dripping it onto the ground, exuding the liquid as it quickly vaporized. I couldnt close my mouth or even scream as I felt the beetles begin crawling up my neck.

Immediately broken from sleep, a monumental force pushed me further into the balled up shirt. I looked around confused for a moment as my head felt clearer and the realization of everything slapped me in the face.

Kyles massive face loomed in front of me scrunched up in a look of concern eliciting a scream.

“Hey im sorry I didnt mean to scare you or hurt you with that poke, I just couldnt wake you up for awhile, I was really concerned. I cant feel a pulse on something…so little..” He trailed off and brought his face closer.

What kind of fucked up reality is this?! I attempt to move backwards but to my dismay I cant produce the force to push farther back on the shirt so i dart my eyes around observing the new location.

Im on a bed, presumably Kyles, that stretches out for what seems like forever with a fluffy blue comforter. I spot posters that look like huge billboards and the ceiling looks so so far away that its hard for me to make out any features of the overhead light. Its all too much. I realize my breathing has quickened and panic is swelling within me. I grab a corner of the shirt and pull it over the rest of my body/head and use the darkness to try and steady my emotions.

“Hey….please dont hide..” Kyle brought his hands and lifted the shirt to reveal my head. The panic and fear was tangible. Hesitantly a huge finger approached my head and despite my eyes widening and head tilting back at the massive and powerful form towering above.

He lowered the finger onto my head and its weight and size stunned me. He slowly dragged his finger back, petting my hair while he averted his eyes.

“Im hope this isnt weird I just dont know how to comfort someone at this size. I want to let you know that youre safe with me and Ill take care of you until we find a way to get you back to your normal size. Unless you have somewhere else you’d prefer to be.”

I look up and speak for the first time since Ive become so small.

“Thank you.” Its clear my shyness is apparent from the softness of my voice and I wonder how it might sound to someone of his size.

I lay in the shirt upon his thigh, heat radiating through me and my breath slows, eyes drifting close again.

“You cant sleep yet, we have to take care of your wounds Clem. You’re not really in a position to take care of them yourself at the moment. If you get an infection at this size, youre toast. Im going to take you to the bathroom now, Ill try and walk slowly for you.”

I lift up my head and observe the two hands close in on me and lift me. I observe the beige carpet and swallow realizing just how far of a fall it would be. I grip the shirt tightly and squeeze my eyes shut, waiting for it to be over.

Im lowered onto a marble countertop and watch Kyles features flush. A small medicine cabinet attached to the wall above the sink is opened above and he leans over me to sift through the contents. I stare up and the stories high man before me and watch him push back his long silky hair behind his ear. He pulls out gauze, antibiotic ointment, medical scissors, and a q-tip. My twisted or sprained ankle throbbed and Id wish I were able to walk on it so I could just take care of it all myself.

“Well… Im just going to get on with it then” Kyle states, his face flushing even darker. He moves his hands down and hesitates before removing the shirt from my tiny grasp and fully exposing me. I felt violated in the moment, like a baby getting their diaper changed. He looked me over and gently applied a prepared hand towel, damp with warm water and soap, that looked the size of a pool to me. He slowly dragged it down my body and I squirmed from the heat and rough fabric against the cuts from the glass and bug legs. A hiss escaped my lips.

“I know…I know..” he whispered from his massive lips.

“Can you flip for me?” He asked in a sheepish tone.

The embarrassment was horrific. It was like getting a brazillian wax. Bowing my head i adjust my position and then flip over as I was told to, shame overcoming me and pain shooting through my ankle. I soon felt the washcloth drape on my back and drag downward a few times. Two fingers suddenly clamped down on my sides cand lifted me into the air, my body dangling in front of his observant eyes before I was lowered onto a white fluffy hand cloth. I quickly pulled the fabric to cover myself.

“Not yet Clem. Im sorry.. Im just trying to help you. We’re almost done.” Kyle stated, still flushed as he reexposed me, now holding a qtip and antibiotic ointment.

I quickly used my hands to cover myself and crossed my legs, laid out on my back, and squeezing my eyes shut. Thick globs of the ointment now covered most of my skin which was pretty sticky and gross feeling. Kyle reached down and pulled the fluffy fabric around me, relief washing over me that it was finally done.

Silence dragged between us until a roll of gauze that was half the size of my body was held up against me. Looking up, I saw him nod and cut a 10 inch strip of it and open a small butterfly bandage.

“If you wrap this around yourself, I’ll secure it with the butterfly bandage and youll have a makeshift wrap dress, which should suffice for now.”

I take the dangling fabric from his outstretched hand and quickly wrap it around myself. He secures the bandage, bringing his fingers to gently press it on. He hesitates and brings a finger to brush my hair back from my bowed head.

“Cmon, lets go watch a tv show or something. Nothing else left we can do to change the situation tonight”

[tatakaebomb]

Can I request some really nasty smut with Dabi? I’m really a simp for that angsty baconboy😍

Dabi’s such a sadist lmao. I was gonna make him use toys but wasn’t sure if your comfortable with it. Enjoy though.

- ash

tw : pussy slapping, oral (m+f), mirror sex, sadism, squirting, suggested titty fucking, edging. 18+

NSFW 18+

wc : 0.6k

‘Ya like that hm? Like it when I fuck you like this- fucking slut don’t try look away from me.’

Your hair pulled back in a tight grasp, ass slapping harshly against dabis hips as he rolled agrivatingly fast into you, nothing but sex and lust filling the room. The mirror infront of you reflecting how much he fucked you out.

Mascara ran down your face from when he forced you on his cock, lips sucking and tongue wrapped around his flushed tip, trying your best to take him all in, gagging and retching noises escaping you, fat tears rolling down your pink cheeks. Dabi couldn’t get enough of how hard you tried to please him, how hard indeed. At the end of the day you didn’t want him to have to punish you right?

Hair stuck to your forehead from how he pushed your legs to your chest, licking a long wet stripe down the open slit of your pussy, edging you on and on, spitting on your puffy clit and rubbing it with his harsh touch. Cooing at how you screamed everytime you nearly squirted over him, only to be denied and the process to start all over again.

And here you were now - 1 hour later and he wasn’t done with you. Body arched into a doggy position, eyes forced to connect with his in the long mirror infront of you, tits bouncing and flesh of your ass jiggling under his touch.

‘Ah- fuck- I cant…’

‘Yeah you fucking can. I know you can. Fuck- what did I just say about looking away from me?’

A Yelp left your throat when he grabbed your neck and twisted you into an impossible position, drool and saliva pushed into your mouth in a sloppy kiss, the tongue piercing planted in the middle of his centre rimming all over your mouth, you couldn’t help but sob at how much it hurt, how tight you were and how big he was. Prince Albert piercing just ramming into you.

‘Dabi please…’ts too much..’

‘Your so tight- missed this pussy so much.’

A pinch to the skin off your ass and a slap to your pussy made you scream out a near release, slick drooling down your legs. Weak body trembling at this point, so used and fucked out for this man towering over you.

It had been a month since you last saw him, all he could do was suffice with the naughty teasing photos you sent him whilst he was out of town, the ones where you pushed your tits up and battered your eyelashes. You don’t understand how many times dabi squeezed the thick base of his long cock to the thought of him fucking between those tits he owned, those tits he wanted to mark and scar so nobody else could ever touch em.

And finally the day came, all your bullshit talking added up and you almost wish you didn’t egg him on so much. Such a tease you were-

‘FUCK-‘ Liquid sprayed from you, your hair dropped, body slumped onto the bed under you. You couldnt stop cumming and squirting, all the build up escaping at once.

‘Shit- did you just squirt?’

‘…was ‘too much…’

‘Fuck, wanna see you do that again doll, that okay with you.’

‘Please no…’

A grip to your throat made you clench around nothing again, it was so easy to get you turned on, whimpers and innocent moans clogging your throat once more.

‘I don’t take no for an answer’

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