#the punishment would be delectable

[sugarwarachan]

sending mattsun dirty texts while he's at work and then he goes and leaves you on read. you're furious and a little hurt, until half an hour later there's a knock at your door and a very visibly aroused mattsun calmly tells you to go wait on the bed while he rolls up his sleeves and flexes his hands. he smirks at your surprise, tilting your head up with a thumb as his large palm cups you through your shorts. "what's that look for? thought you needed me."

[fuckedupwizard]

speaking of the scum villain fandom and top/bottom. this wasn't discourse at all just personal preference but it hurt my heart so bad that the few times i wanted to try out jiuyuan/shencest/scumcum whatever, it was almost always sj topping... when the only way i like it is the other way around :(

[mulloey]

unwelcome • pt 2

read part one here

stepdad!mingyu x fem!reader

words: 3.8k

warnings: this is pretty fucked up. stepfather relationship, infidelity, mingyu n u are not good people rly, brat/brat tamer dynamics, mean hard dom!mingyu, daddy kink, dirty talk, punishment, pussy slapping, gyu refers to you as ‘daughter’ and himself as ‘father’ in a sexual context a couple times, not really dubcon but there’s certainly a power imbalance, breeding, pregnancy mention, heavy degradation, choking etc. this is pretty intense.

you’ve been appropriately warned of the content of this fic and are solely responsible for what you consume. don’t like, don’t read. hate is blocked.

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it’s been a week since the incident in the kitchen— since mingyu had finally snapped, since you felt his firm hands and long fingers restraining and touching you as he pleased. since the event that you thought would have changed everything with your stepfather. except it hasn’t.

mingyu has said nothing about what transpired that day, and neither have you. you tried to, once, but a hand around your neck and whispered warning that “that wasn’t what you thought it was” had shut you down quickly. he’s still strict, but it’s from a distance now— he doesn’t scold or reprimand you, but nor does he praise or really interact with you in any way. you never thought you would, but you miss it. you miss him.

your mother is gone, again. she seems to have picked up on the energy shift in the house over the past week and, like you, doesn’t seem to know what to do with it. so she’s chosen to stay away, assuming that whatever’s going on will resolve itself as it always does. you had hoped it would too— except mingyu won’t let you get near him.

today you’ve been mulling it over; holed up in your room with your blanket around your shoulders. you’d gone down earlier to grab a piece of toast; you’d felt your stepfather’s eyes on you the whole time you were in the kitchen, but you paid him no mind, grabbing your toast and quickly retreating back upstairs without a word. you wish you hadn’t heard his sigh of relief when you walked away.

you can’t live like this anymore, you know that. whatever thick, immobilizing tension is separating you two, pulling at one and pushing at the other, needs to break. and you will break it, even if just to have back the annoying, obnoxious man you used to hate. it’s better than… whatever this is.

you discuss it at length with your best friend, pearl, over drinks at your favourite bar downtown. she’s the only one you could turn to with something like this— the only one you can trust not to judge you. not that you don’t deserve to be judged; you’ve done an awful thing, after all. you’ve allowed your mother’s husband to touch and finger you. you’ve not just helped him to betray your mother, but you’ve betrayed her yourself.

you’re past that now, though. you’ll make it up to her later. and if mingyu’s willing to do that to his own step daughter then clearly he’s not the right man for your mom anyway. it doesn’t make you feel a whole lot better.

but pearl doesn’t judge you; she never does. you’ve known each other since you were babies, for one, but more importantly, she has (to your annoyance), been saying from the start how utterly delectable your new stepfather is. if anything, she’s probably annoyed she didn’t get to fuck him first.

she listens silently and thoughtfully as you run her through the events of last week, tapping her manicured nails against the wood of the table. by the time you finish, a sly, knowing smile has reached her face.

“isn’t it obvious?” she asks.

you hesitate, confused. “isn’t what obvious?”

“what you need to do,” she says. “to fix this.”

“not to me,” you say. “i mean, i need to fuck him, i think. but i can’t do that when he barely even talks to me now.”

she shrugs, twirling the little cocktail umbrella between her fingers. “so make him jealous.”

“what?”

“piss him off, y/n,” she says. “bring someone home and let him see that you’re moving on. i guarantee you he won’t like it.”

you slump back in your seat, thinking for a moment. it’s a good plan— if it goes right. if it goes wrong, well… you doubt anything could be worse than this. “okay,” you say. “i’ll do that.”

it takes two more days to find the nerve to bring home a boy from your campus. you were careful to choose someone you wouldn’t have to interact with after today if it all went catastrophically wrong, which means the TA in your thesis group who makes eyes at you from across the room is off the table (sorry, wonwoo), but who you’ve seen and interacted with enough that it won’t seem weird when you invite them home with you.

you have no real intentions with joshua, but he’s nice enough, around your age and very horny, so you figure he’ll do fine; indeed, he can barely keep his hands off you as you walk into the house and accidentally-on-purpose make your presence known with a loud laugh. his wandering hands only leave you when your stepfather rounds the corner into the lobby.

he’s dressed in his pyjamas still, and he looks tired and irritated until he spots the boy next to you— and the non-existent, certainly non-platonic gap between you. in an instant he’s awake and the irritation is gone, replaced with anger. his palms twitch at his side, desperate to break the calm demeanor that he’s hanging onto by a thread. little slut.

“what’s going on here?” he asks. he tries to keep his voice cool and leveled but the resulting sound is low and dangerous, like a predator about to strike.

joshua swallows and you feel him tensing up nervously beside you. whether it’s to calm him down or to provoke mingyu further, you're not sure, but you grab his hand and give it a reassuring squeeze. joshua relaxes slightly, and mingyu’s eyes narrow.

“hi,” joshua finally says. “i’m jo–”

“i don’t give a rat's ass who you are,” mingyu says sharply. “tell me what you’re doing here and what your hands are doing on my daughter, now.”

joshua’s eyes widen and he seems to shrink further into himself, wishing he was anywhere else. “look, man,” he says, “i don’t want any trouble. we were just gonna hang out.”

“yeah?” mingyu asks. “not anymore. plans changed, i’m afraid. we’re busy this evening.”

“oh yeah?” you challenge. “busy with what?”

mingyu says nothing, just raises a cool eyebrow at you with a blank expression. you feel joshua’s gaze flicker between the two of you in confusion and discomfort.

clearly, he wants nothing to do with this. you don’t blame him; and he’s served his purpose anyway. you’ll make it up to him another day. buy him a coffee or something. doesn’t really matter right now.

“i’m just gonna go,” he mutters. he catches your eye as he walks past, face contorted half in sympathy and half in fear— fear for you, it seems. if only he knew that you’re halfway to getting exactly what you wanted.

“see you around, josh,” you say, but your eyes are already locked with your stepfather.

the door slams shut and he’s on you instantly, hand on your neck as you’re shoved harshly against the wall. the impact is so sharp and sudden that it sends the small painting hung up next to you crashing down, but neither of you notice; not when you’re looking at him with such lust and he’s looking at you with such ire. you could cut the tension between you with a knife, but even then, you’re not sure if it would break. the tiny gap between his face and yours and the heavy breathing as he looks you up and down is electrifying like nothing you’ve ever felt before.

“min—”

“shut up,” he says. “i’ve had it with you.” his voice is almost shaking with rage and he stares at you for a moment before his large hand impacts the side of your face. you shriek in pain and surprise, reaching to clutch your stinging cheek but he grabs your wrist with the hand that had just slapped you, holding it firmly above your head.

“fucking slut,” he says. “parading your little boy toy through my house as if i wouldn’t know what you’re doing. debasing yourself like a cheap whore. is that what you thought i wanted?”

your mouth opens and closes, lost for words. you both know the answer but you don’t want to say it. he shakes his head, chuckling dryly.

“no, it’s not,” he says. “because you never cared or even thought about what i might want. only ever thought about yourself, didn’t you?”

you feel yourself shrink under his gaze and the venom of his words and he smiles briefly. his eyes roam your body, lingering on your chest that rises and falls with your heavy, panicked breathing. fuck, he’s practically drunk on the power he has over you right now.

his grip on your neck tightens momentarily— just enough to remind you of how small and breakable you are under his grip. “too fucking cock drunk to think about anything else,” he says lowly. “fuck. i should‘ve made your friend stay so i could fuck you in front of him, shouldn’t i? teach you both a lesson.”

his words hit you in the stomach, knots of arousal twisting in your gut. you know he sees the way your thighs clench together at the image. “i…” you trail off; you have nothing to say. he knows it too. he lifts his hand from your neck to stroke your cheek with a surprising tenderness.

“pretty thing,” he mutters. “my little girl.” he’s silent for a moment, eyes raking over your face, so small and fragile in his strong hands. his grip tightens, squeezing your jaw. “apologise,” he says.

you frown, confused. “for what?”

he snorts like it’s obvious. “provoking me, for one,” he says. “using that poor boy to get a rise out of me. and being a rude, bratty little girl simply because i wasn’t giving you enough attention.”

you roll your eyes before you can think it through and he’s quick to react, his hand slapping you again before returning to your neck. “no respect,” he mutters. “you obviously need an attitude adjustment. and that’s exactly what daddy’s gonna give you.”

you bite your lip to stop yourself from moaning at the name he’s given himself, but it’s no use. your stepfather is far too tuned in, far too in control, to let anything slip past him. his lips curl into a thin, sneering smile. “liked that, did you?” he asks. “you like being fucked by your fucking father?”

“mingyu,” you whine. your face burns at the humiliation of not just his words, but the truth of them— mingyu is your stepfather. he’s married to your mother. and you’d do anything to have your hands on his dick right now.

“no,” he says. “you don’t get to call me that. if you could act like a mature fucking adult then maybe i’d let you but you can’t, can you? you’ve been a little fucking brat since i met you and it’s about time i treated you like one.”

there’s a fire in his eyes you haven’t seen since that day in the kitchen, only now it burns both brighter and darker than before. as he finally releases his grip of you against the wall, only to drag you by the hair through to the living room, you get the feeling you’re about to see mingyu in a way even the episode in the kitchen couldn’t have clued you into.

he shoves you down, watching you stumble to the floor with a surprised shriek. you sit yourself up, leaning on your hands as you stare up at him where he towers above you— tall, imposing, and terrifying.

he’s silent, watching you closely before he sighs and walks over to sit himself down on the couch. “come here.”

your legs are shaking as you struggle to pull yourself up from the floor. his jaw twitches, fists clenching. you’ve never looked so pathetic, never felt so humiliated and you still have all your clothes on. he reaches out to pull you towards him and you stumble forwards until you land on his lap— over his lap. you feel your short skirt flip up over your ass from the sudden motion, exposing your black lace panties. he chuckles, grabbing one of your ass cheeks and squeezing it firmly. your breath hitches.

“mm,” hums appreciatively. “this is how i like to see you, daughter mine. bent over and ready to submit.”

you squirm, thighs clenching at the low timbre of his voice; the deepening of it as he calls you his daughter. jesus. this is so fucked up.

his finger trails the inside of your thigh, stopping just short of your pussy. he fingers at the hem of your panties, right next to your pussy, watching the way you react to his touch as he teases the edge of your underwear like he’s inspecting it. he sees the wetness seeping through the black fabric and chuckles. “that desperate, baby?” he asks.

you say nothing, still processing the situation you find yourself in and he slaps your ass harshly, making you jolt. “answer,” he says darkly. “or i’ll just spank you and send you to bed without release. is that what you want, little girl?”

“no,” you gasp, shaking your head fervently. you won’t deny it; the idea of being spanked by mingyu, not for sex, not for foreplay, but solely for punishment, is embarrassingly tantalising. but you’ve been waiting too long to have him touch you like this again and if you don’t get to feel his dick inside you tonight you might actually go insane. “no, i don’t,” you say.

he laughs, pinching the sensitive skin of your thigh and rubbing the red mark soothingly. “look at you,” he chuckles. “so bratty and disrespectful but so quick to submit once i use a bit of force. can’t believe i wasted my time on your mother when i had this little kitten here waiting for me.”

his words are like cold water as they wash over you— your mother. this isn’t just your stepfather— this is your mother’s husband. this is the man she loves and relies on, who swore to be hers for the rest of his life. and you’re bent over his lap and trying desperately not to grind against his thick, strong thigh. you’re the worst daughter ever.

and if you weren’t before, you certainly are when you mewl out a desperate, “please, daddy, fuck me.”

“hm,” he says. “such good manners, i’m almost tempted.” his finger trails along your panties before finally sliding over your covered pussy. you gasp, squirming again when he ghosts over your clit. he presses down a little, enough to make you pulse slightly, then lets go. “what a shame you had to be such a brat.”

you make a noise of confusion, craning your head around to see mingyu sliding your panties down to your ankles, exposing you fully to him with your skirt by now halfway up your back. you catch his gaze and he raises an eyebrow. “turn around,” he says. “i’m gonna teach you how to fucking act around me.”

swallowing, you obey, turning around to bury your head in the pillows of the couch. you feel him raise the thigh you’re bent over, giving him easier access. you close your eyes, bracing for the first hit against your ass. you’re ready for it, you think— what you’re not ready for, is for him to suddenly tilt you forwards and start slapping your pussy instead.

the first strike makes you shriek and he gives you no time to recover before continuing. your pussy is far more sensitive than your ass, not to mention dripping, but he hits you with the same brute strength he’d used on your ass and face. the pain is white hot and searing and you hear the impact of each slap; and the wet, squelching sound of his hand against fluid gushing from you. strings of cream are connecting to his hand, following it each time he pulls away to wind up for another hit. you feel him hardening beneath you and adjust yourself a little without realising, trying to grind against his cock subconsciously. he grabs your waist to tug you back into place and delivers an extra hard swat right on your clit.

it’s so painful and so arousing that you don’t even notice when it’s over. not until he’s pulled you off his lap and pressed his leaking cock against his entrance do you finally realise what’s happening. he’s going to fuck you. finally.

he leans over where you’ve found yourself on all fours on the couch, lips pressing against your ear. “ask me to fuck you, baby,” he whispers. you gasp as he rubs himself against you and he chuckles. “c���mon, filthy girl. ask me nicely.”

“p-please,” you stutter. all your nerves are on fire and pushing against your skin, senses heightened as he slowly starts to push into you. “more,” he groans.

“daddy,” you gasp. his hands are on your waist as he guides himself into you, moaning at the way you sob his name. “fuck,” he grunts.

when he finally gets in all the way it’s overwhelming; mingyu is huge, beyond huge, and you’ve never been this full before. you feel him pressing against your cervix even without moving yet there’s none of the pain or discomfort that someone of his size would usually bring. it feels right. like you were made to take him and he was made to take you.

he starts moving without a word; slow thrusts that get faster and harder until he’s completely pounding you, fucking into you desperately like a wild animal. he sounds like one, too; you both do, yelling and grunting as you pushing yourselves deeper into the other. his grip on your waist is bruising but comfortable and you sink into it, lost in pleasure.

you chant his name on repeat — “daddy, daddy, daddy” — the only word that comes to you as he fucks you open. he leans over you, pressing his face into the back of your neck and kissing down the top of your back before straightening up again, angling himself to go deeper.

“you love this, don’t you?” he spits. “love being whored out by your stepfather. is that why you moved back home? to make yourself available to me?”

you groan at his words, clenching around him. you both know that’s not true, but it may as well be— you certainly won’t be moving back out again anytime soon now. you want to stay with him, be available for him— a waiting hole for him to use. fuck, you're depraved, but so is he; he groans when you say it out loud, thrusting harder. “that’s right,” he grunts. “just a hole f’me. just a fuck toy for your daddy, yeah?”

you choke, crying out when he slams into you again. you reach your arms back, trying to touch him and he grabs them, folding them against your back and holding you down.

“i knew it,” he laughs. “knew from the moment i met you that you just needed some dick. knew it had to be mine, fuck.”

“yes,” you gasp. “yours, yours, gyu, has to be yours.” you’re babbling and delirious now and he’s fucking high on it. he presses more of his weight onto you, trapping you beneath him— as if you’d ever want to get away.

“good girl,” he whispers. “i’m gonna fuck you every fucking day. every time that bitch leaves the house you’re gonna come and fucking present yourself to me, understand? gonna come offer up your holes to daddy.”

“yes,” you whine. “always, daddy.”

“i’m never fucking your mother again,” he says. “i’ve got this perfect little pussy now instead and it’s all mine.”

by now the sensations of his dick slamming into you have become a constant rhythm, allowing you to cling to it as you go dumber and dumber on his cock. you could stay like this forever; split open and abused while he spits filth into your ear; but you can tell from the clenching of your pussy and the throbbing of his cock that you’re both close to the edge. he grunts, grabbing your hair to pull your head backwards and pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. “good girl,” he says, movements speeding up. “i’m gonna cum in you. gonna put a fucking kid in you. you want that?”

you know mingyu knows you’re on birth control; he’s seen the pills you keep in the medicine cabinet and heard you discuss your prescription with your mother. but fuck, the idea of him getting you pregnant, your own stepfather knocking you up, is so twisted and exhilarating that it propels you towards your orgasm. you feel yourself releasing over his dick, drenching the couch and he makes a noise of delight. “didn’t know you squirted, baby,” he moans. “that’s so fucking perfect, god.”

“daddy,” you moan. “mingyu.” you’ve gone limp on his dick now, fucked out and exhausted but you’re smart enough to recognise that this stops when he’s finished. he’s almost there, though, you can tell; his grip on your tightens, moans getting louder until he spits out a “clench, slut,” and releases into you the moment you obey.

he collapses on top of you once he’s done, face pressed into your back. you’re both filthy; covered in sweat and cum and drool but you don’t care. you’ve never felt so satisfied in your fucking life.

mingyu pulls you into his arms and you relax into his hold, breathing deeply against his chest. it’s perfect peace, utter bliss— while it lasts. minutes later he jumps up, looking panicked.

you stare up at him in confusion. “mingyu?”

“your mother’s coming back,” he says. your stomach drops. “in 30 fucking minutes.”

panic takes over and you force yourself to your feet; it’s dizzying and disorients you for a moment, but mingyu is quick to catch you when you stumble, helping you steady yourself before he releases you. mercifully, most of the mess is on the two of you; the couch is pretty much clean. mingyu orders you into the shower and you obey, scrubbing away all the evidence of what you’ve just done. you hear him run past your room a few minutes later, and when you emerge, you’re both clean and in your pyjama. only the way he looks at you as you walk downstairs together gives away what’s happened.

your mother looks tired when she walks through the door, but smiles sweetly when she spots her husband and daughter waiting in the kitchen for her. she plants a long, wet kiss on mingyu’s lips and you feel your stomach twist in envy. looking away, you turn back to see his eyes on you, dark and scrutinising as your mother sits down at the table.

“how are my loves?” she asks. you smile weakly at her, wracked with guilt but at the same time wishing she would just get the fuck out so you can fuck her husband again.

mingyu puts a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it fondly, but his eyes never leave you as he speaks.

“we’re perfect.”

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[hans-wh0re]

Thinking about pussy drunk Han who would greedily bury his face between your creamy thighs, dragging his slick tongue through your dripping folds in one long, languid stroke. He'd moan like a starving animal finally allowed to feast, shamelessly slurping up your tangy essence while swollen lips suckled and tugged hungrily at your engorged clit.

His hands would knead and clutch possessively at the supple cheeks of your ass as he dove in ravenously, sopping beard drenched with your honeyed juices. His tongue would probe and dart relentlessly, ravaging your throbbing entrance until you were shuddering and mewling desperately against his face.

The growls vibrating from his throat would only spur him to devour you more fervently, nose bumping against your twitching bud as he plunged deeper into your molten core. He'd groan in delirium over finally indulging his craving, savoring every delectable note of your rich ambrosia.

The harder you gripped his hair and writhed, the more ravenous he'd become, fingers spreading you obscenely wide as he burrowed tongue-first into your sopping entrance. He'd feast until his lips glistened and your honeyed rush flooded his mouth without restraint.

Pussy drunk Han who would ravenously nuzzle and slurp your dripping furrow the second his aching cock finally breached your exquisite sheath. His groin would pulse with undiluted rapture, finally giving in to the sweet friction of spearing his iron-hard length into your suckling velvet walls.

The brutal ecstasy of your rippling depths milking his rigid cock would rob him of his senses, every nerve ending igniting as he rutted into your dripping core with animalistic thrusts. Your shrill cries and slick essences smothering his pistoning hips would only spur him to ravage you harder.

He'd become untamed, rutting into your writhing cunt like a beast in rut as your honey streamed down his groin and thighs. Your pleas would go unheeded as he hilted himself to the sheath over and over, chasing his high by burying his bone-deep into your molten silk.

His calloused fingers would cinch around your thighs hard enough to bruise, wrenching you open wider to bury his pulsing shaft as far as it could reach into your rippling tunnel. Your body would jerk with every punishing grind, but his grip would remain merciless.

[suguru-getos]

୨・┈﹕✦﹕ Kinktober Day 26﹕✦﹕┈・୧

-> Event Masterlist

Yandere Itachi Uchiha x F!Reader -> Breeding

Warnings: Dub!con, yandere themes, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of baby trapping, Stockholm syndrome, manipulative Itachi, pregnancy of breeding!kink. Itachi is still soft because yeah >\\< and fluffy if you squint

It's the ridiculously delectable way, her doe-eyed self cowers down beneath him whenever she loomed in his presence. He adores her, watching her fidget every time Itachi says something, every time he glances at her unmomentarily. She is akin to a deer, and Itachi- a lion, a ruthless, sadistic lion wanting nothing more but to tame his prey, but no- he doesn't just want to prey on her, he wants to love her. He wants her to love him, to subdue everything she can for him.

It's the way he always excuses his behavior with the sentence that chains her neck, boiling down her very core. "It's all to protect you, to keep you safe." When he addresses her as an 'Angel' she loses a little faith in god, because no angel's wings should be pinned down as hers, the way Itachi does it.

No, he does not hurt her, but he does make sure she doesn't hurt herself, sometimes confinement and solitude is the most amicable way to stem down the essence of a punishment and a lesson. Treason, if you will.

He still feels insanity grip the very nerves of his self when she approaches him, slouching as if she'd break if she stood tall. He would break her for standing tall & sniveling at him to let her go. "Hmm, maybe bestowing you with some responsibility will help, you've become quite air-headed, dear Y/N."

Oh, it desolates his perfect, controlled mind when he imagines her tiny self inflated with his seed, having trouble pacing around, needing Itachi with every little beck and call, the vulnerability which will come with her last semester, how she will struggle to hold her urine when the little Uchiha would kick and eagerly wait to see Mother and Father... how adoring.

It starts slow, after months of living together with Itachi, she knows how to read him, how Itachi's eyes glint towards the impending, she wouldn't be unjust, Itachi treats her kindly when he demands something, especially when it needs his fragile, male ego stroked and petted.

So she complies, as he spreads her apart naked, pupils visibly dilated as his gaze turns tender, more subtle. As if she'd break under him, a vile part of him wants to break her instantly. Itachi is a paradox, after all. "It's okay, my angelic little thing." You're doing so well for me. His luscious, long hair tickles her tender breasts as Itachi leans in, kissing her neck, scraping at the sensitive, irritated skin & deviously marking her up. "Oh no, don't cry, I'm going to be gentler." He dotes on her being a sensitive crybaby, can't handle his length, can't handle him.

Oh but the little being Itachi owns, is ferocious on her own, knowing most ardently she has him in her grip, "Wa-ant to go out after this." She manages to barely choke out when Itachi's member ravishes her cunt, thrusting, rutting his hips inside, churning them up to his shape. Itachi couldn't say no to that face, the future mother of his kids. "Anything... Angel."

"Will you let me fill you up?" Itachi asks though she doesn't have any choice but to, Itachi is a master, a sorcerer of illusions and to earn her goodness, to pretend she owns the decision of freedom, ever so fleeting choices that are nothing but a mirage; Itachi loves that.

She nods, biting her lip like an anxious child, the background thoughts all super setting the imagery of her being pregnant, she's too far gone now though. Stockholm Syndrome hugs her every night along with the slender arms of her lover. She wants to please him, simultaneously hating herself for the same as she nods, feeling the thrusts slow down, sloppy and then the warmth of his seed deep inside her gummy walls.

"Nothing, Angel, without you... I'm nothing."

[needlereads]

Primal Functions

dark!Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: 18+ only, explicit, non-con, breeding, bondage

A/N: woooo. this intrusive scenario would not leave my brain. continuation of Hardwired.

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He had your hands tied up, out of the way. The rope looped under both your knees, keeping your legs folded up. It gave Steve the most delectable view of your pussy, ripe and sensitive from the two times he had already pressed his thick cock into your hole to fill you with his cum.

He hadn't fucked you. No, as punishment, Steve was forced to jerk himself close to completion and only then did he thrust into you to deliver his seed. It minimized stimulation and pleasure for you, all while allowing him the alluring view of your body, your dips and curves, begging for his attention.

You had tried crossing the boundary of his property again. So here you were, all trussed up, the better to learn your lesson.

For a while, Steve left you untouched. Only spread open and at his disposal. He jerked at his cock, drinking in the sight of you, until he was at the edge, and only then did he push into you so his cum found home in your ripe cunt.

He slowly stroked his cock, still hard and eager for you. He had managed not to fuck you this long. But at this point, your naked body laid at his mercy tempted him beyond his control. Throw in your teary eyes gazing up to him, and well, Steve was only a man in love.

"See? When you're bad, we both hurt. I can't give you the loving you deserve." Even flushed with arousal, he stayed stern. "All I can do is treat you like the bad little doll you are." He didn't prefer treating you like his little cumdump, but you had pushed him to this.

And now, you were unable to resist the lust he stoked in you -- from his bare, adonis form looming over you, to his cock covered in slick that pumped cum into you while leaving you unsatisfied.

Your struggle had grown weak. Steve made sure the bonds kept you in place for the most part; the little wriggling that you managed with your hips, well, you were a vision that fueled Steve's desire.

"Oh, sweetheart," he murmured, then sheathed himself in you, sighing as he watched your tight hole take him in. "So fucking pretty."

He kneaded you hip, caressed your calf. Hungry for you, his tongue traced the undercurve of your breast, salivating for the fullness of your tits. You arched into the heat of his mouth. Your legs tensed. You couldn't help the relief, the yearning, your skin ached for contact.

He sucked the point of your breast, forcing a whimper from you. In that softly dangerous purr, you could hear him.

"This is what you need. Isn't it...Look at you." He left wet kisses up your shoulder. He groaned, grinding against you. Your wrecked sigh had him huffing a laugh. How could you fathom being apart from him when he made you feel so good.

His fingertips teased down the back of your thigh, sending tingles though you. You could not resist stirring some more. Even the smallest shift from you changed the pressure of your pussy around his cock, so that Steve's head dropped back. His grip on your hip tightened, making you whine.

His thumb lightly played at your clit. You panted, as he added more pressure, and stayed buried deep. You grew hotter, his torture on your clit drawing pleasure higher.

Jaw tight, he soaked in your breathy sounds. That relentless friction on your clit finally drove you over the edge. Your orgasm had your body stiffening, your cunt pulsing around his shaft so deliciously. He was done holding back. A sob escaped your lips and Steve reveled in it.

Growling, Steve pulled back and thrust hard into you. "God, sweetheart. You drive me crazy, taking me so good." He worked his hips, driving into you hard, making you cry out. "I'm gonna fill you up so much."

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[dark-and-kawaii]

Okay but what are some HCs for Zevlor Raphael and Haarlep and what they like in bed 👉👈

୨♡୧ What They Enjoy ୨♡୧

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Zevlor - Haarlep - Raphael

⋆˙⟡♡ Notes: I could go on for hours about this because honestly it depends on all their moods!! But here’s what I have today!!

⋆˙⟡♡ Choking | Love | Toys | Breeding | Bed Breaking

Zevlor

The tiefling gives off switch vibes. Zevlor is ready to fulfill your every plea whether it be him on top doming you or being a soft bottom. It's always about you, as Zevlor's main goal is to make you happy.

However, on those rare occasions when it's about him, it's usually because he's feeling a bit frustrated. But oh boy, once he takes full control over you, you better be prepared for a wild ride that will leave your bed in dire need of replacement. And don't be surprised if you find a delightful tail shaped bruise on your thigh or wrists, evidence of his firm grasp on you to keep you in place.

Prepare yourself for a shower of pet names and praise from Zevlor. You're his whole world, and he loves showering you with the sweetest of endearments. He'll worship your body like it's his personal temple, tracing his thumb over any imperfections on your flesh before expressing his deep appreciation for your beauty (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)

Choking. He takes pleasure in lightly grabbing your neck, and sometimes his tail acts on its own, gently wrapping around your neck while you go down on him. And guess what? He absolutely adores it when you use his neck as leverage as you grind down onto his beautiful cock. It's a vulnerable position that he would never allow anyone else to put him in, but he trusts you with his life!

Now, if you're looking for Zevlor to be mean and degrading, you better buckle up because it'll take quite a bit of convincing. We're talking a lot of convincing here. But hey, if you push Aradin in front of Zevlor, that might just be enough to ignite that side of the tiefling and have him fulfill your desires for some deliciously mean treatment. In the moment he loves it, but afterwards he’ll always feel bad and express it on his face.

Zevlor's heart yearns for slow, passionate sex that ends with him creamping you. He wants to savor every moment with you, to truly feel and appreciate your connection before filling you with his potent seed.

When it comes to punishment, Zevlor is more of a gentle spanker. He can't bring himself to hurt you, as he cherishes your well being and wants to maintain a loving dynamic.

Biting and leaving small marks are Zevlor's guilty pleasures though! Will always leave them in places where you can easily hide them. He secretly loves the possessiveness and connection that comes with marking you as his lover.

Zevlor's fantasy involves engaging in intimate acts in semi-public places, the risk of potential discovery adding an extra layer of excitement for both of you.

And let's not forget Zevlor's deep need for a family. He absolutely has a breeding kink and dreams of building a future with you. Perhaps it's time to consider giving him what he’s been dreaming of *wink*!

Haarlep

Haarlep is a hardcore dom with an insatiable desire for control. It's just in their nature, but oh, how they adore it when that spark ignites within you and you take charge. The way you pleasure yourself to their body sends a thrilling chill up their spine, and you can always tell when Haarlep is happy by the telltale sign of their tail.

Now, i think we all know this but Haarlep is a true sadist. They derive pleasure from witnessing your tears, pushing you to the point of crying, begging, and whining. Your tears are a delectable treat for them, and they take delight in licking your messy face clean, relishing the taste of your salty tears against their tongue.

Edging and the use of degenerate names are Haarlep's specialties. They enjoy teasing you to the brink of release, denying you until you're a quivering mess beneath or atop of them. And when it comes to punishment, my dear, if you dare to challenge or provoke them, don't expect to find release that night. Haarlep knows how to discipline a brat and keep them in line.

Haarlep will degrade you until you’ve earned their praise, my dear *Winks*!

Haarlep absolutely loves fucking you in places where the risk of being caught is high. The scandal of the all powerful tav fucking a lowly incubus is so fun for Haarlep.

Toys, my dear, hold a special place in Haarlep's heart. They enjoy using anything they can find on you, pushing you to new limits. Love watching your stomach bulge with their tail.

Bondage, chains, gags, and the use of their tail are a must for them.

Choking, uh yeah! Prepare yourself because your neck will bear the marks of their hands and tail. The sight of your eyes rolling back and your mouth hanging open for precious air always sends Haarlep over the edge further, it’s intoxicating.

An ownership dynamic is something that Haarlep finds alluring. You’re theirs, right? No one else’s. Haarlep will always finds way to make this known.

Despite all this though, Haarlep does enjoy connection with you if you’re their little dove. Will pull you into their chest, entwine their fingers with yous, their tail curling around so limb of yours simply because you are theirs and they refuse to let you go.

Raphael

Switch, but he rather you do the work/ warm his cock and ride him while he’s sitting writing out a new contract/writing in his diary. He’s a man that enjoys a good performance after all.

Blood play & knife play. He has a fascination with your blood, finding it sexually arousing. Will use a gold dagger to create controlled cuts -especially on your inner thigh- before dragging his tongue against the wounds he inflicted. Period sex is totally fine with him.

Breeding kink. The devil is lonely, you’re his little mouse and he’ll make sure you remember this and make damn sure you’re stuck with him. Besides, having a little him around house hope doesn’t seem all that bad considering he can shape the little thing into a copy of him.

Possessive, scratching and bruising you gives him satisfaction. The devil is possessive by nature so marking you is a must no matter what. Enjoys scratching and bruising you till you’re begging him to stop, leaving visible reminders of his control and ownership.

Sadist as well as humiliation. Raphael fully embraces his sadistic nature, finding immense joy in inflicting pain on you. He takes delight in your suffering and is always satisfied with your reactions. Loves to humiliate you, has taken you in front of the souls that are trapped within his home, loves grabbing you by the hair forcing you to look at them while he degrades you.

Master & slave dynamic along with dumbification. Enjoys the concept of dumbification, reducing his little mouse’s intellectual capabilities and turning you into a submissive and obedient cock sleeve.

Raphael likes controlling your orgasms, loves having power over you, denying or prolonging your release. He gets off in edging you, pushing you to the brink of climax and then denying you the satisfaction of release.

Exhibitionism, enjoys watching and feeling Haarlep use you like some rag doll, won’t allow the incubus to ever finish- Raphael will take over when he’s good and ready.

[muzansfangs]

How they eat you out.

Starring: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x f!reader; Shinji Hirako x f!reader; Isshin Kurosaki x f!reader;

Format: short-imagines;

Warnings: nsfw, language, dirty talk, overstimulation, shibari, vaginal fingering, oral sex (reader!receiving), daddy kink, marking the partner, hair pulling, praise kink, possessiviness, pussy slapping, edging, orgasm denial, dom!Grimmjow, dom!Shinji, dom!Isshin, small age gap between Isshin and the reader, sub!reader;

Plot: they love you, they love you so much that giving you oral has become an art for them. But they all have a different style, their own unique way of doing it. How do they eat you out? What do they do to make you melt under their skilful tongue?

PART ONE| PART TWO| PART THREE.

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Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.

This man is a menace. A predator, he is keen to devour you messily, obviously. When he eats you out, Grimmjow makes you feel like a hapless antelope chased down the savanna by a leopard, caged in his chokehold, quite literally. His nails felt like claws digging onto your thighs to keep you in place at his mercy. In his shimmering piercing blue eyes, you did not fail to recognize the panther living inside of him. Grimmjow was a wild animal, you had to deal with it.

When he feasted on you, he always did it as if he was a starving man. He lapped, groaned, manhandled you to accomodate you in a position he enjoyed the most in that very moment and he even slapped your pussy, if you dared to protest.

Albeit he could be rough, though, he would have never hurt you.

Grimmjow was not a man prone to pour his heart out in tear-jerker love confessions. After telling you he liked you, he meant it and confined himself to territorial gestures and passionate nights of lust and love. His ownership over you was already established, yet he loved to remind you of how deeply he cared about you and your ultimate pleasure by spending hours with his face buried between your legs.

He could never get enough of you, of your taste, of the way you writhed beneath the licks he gave you. His tongue lapped at your core non-stop, his feline eyes scrutinizing in delight the way your face scrunched up, as he made you navigate the different seas of lust and pleasure.

As you laid on your back, his hands keeping your legs spread in front of his face, his mouth worked on your pussy to make sure not a single inch of your flesh was left untouched. You could swear you had even heard him growl as you bucked your hips up erratically. As a reflex, your knees spasmed and you attempted to close your legs. Wrong choice. Terrible accident.

“Keep your fucking legs like that, woman” he rasped out, forcing them back down as he shot you a resentful glare through his lashes.

You whimpered, hands covering your face in dispair as you panted “G–Grimmjow, baby, I’m sorry! It’s too much…” you gingerly whined, only to hear him snort and flick his tongue over your sensitive clit as a delectable form of punishment.

“You better be sorry. Look at you, soaking wet, and trying to rob me of my meal. Stop bitching around” he chided you, making you gawk as your hand reached out to grasp a pillow and you playfully hit him with it over his head.

This was such a natural course of events for you two. Moments of domestic tenderness and play time paired up with steamy activities. Maybe, deep down, you had truly tamed him!

Grimmjow groaned and slapped your folds as a payback, making you regret having chuckled at him and his dumbfounded expression the moment the fluffy pillow had landed on his face. Had you, by any chance, forgotten who was in charge? The audacity of acting like an alpha, when he was supposed to be the one, at least in bed, was surely going too far.

“You little pest, you know what? I’m done tongue-fucking you. On your hands and knees, now” the blue-haired former Espada ordered you, standing back up and unbuckling his belt right before your now rounded eyes.

Oh, well, your little stunts always led to him sheathing himself deep into you and hours spent in sitting down with a certain discomfort. Little did he know you always tried to piss him off to get pinned down like that and, honestly, he did not feel like complaining.

Not when he could mark you down over and over again.

Shinji Hirako.

Your boyfriend and his unhealthy, enervating, obnoxious obsession for doing things in unconventional ways had repercussions on sex too at times. While it was always an enjoyable experience, there were days it could lead you to insanity. Shinji loved to vary. You surely could not say sex with him was static, basic. On the contrary, it was appallingly turbolent. Along with loving to give you oral, Shinji literally put you in every possible position humanly practicable.

Upside down, preferably.

Dangling from the ceiling, ropes meticulously tying your limbs, you whimpered at the feeling of Shinji’s pierced tongue flicking your bundle of nerves. Your body shrieked, jaw going slack as your eyes fluttered closed to enjoy the sensation to its fullest. His sarcastic and infuriatingly childish attitude were reflected by his actions. He was born to tease you, to break you down piece by piece, until you were nothing but a whining mass of sweat and pleas.

“Your hole clenching around nothing is calling me, babe. Can you hear it whisper to me? Atta girl, you’re doing so fuckin’ good for me” your boyfriend crooned, his lips still hovering over your dripping sex, amber eyes drifting down your body until he made eye-contact with you.

Arching your back, a breathy moan ripped from your throat, your movements restricted by the ropes amplifying your perception to the maximum level “Shinji! Baby, please, just … Just add a finger, I can’t do this anymore” you begged him, teary eyes meeting his cunning ones, through your eyelashes.

Honestly, you had lost count of how many times he had brought you close to the edge only to let you down on the verge of your orgasm. He loved watching you bewailing, wiggling around, when all you could do was begging him to just finish you off. It was satisfying, amusing even.

“Damn, this greedy pussy’s so hungry for me. Have you heard her, babe? She wants a finger to fill her up! Fine, fine, I think it’s time to feed her. Brace yourself” Shinji casually chimed them, eyeing you amusedly with his characteristic shit-eating grin plastered over his face.

He was overly sassy, when it came down to you and your presumably pathetic antics. Testing your endurance, your patience, your self-control were delectable activities he loved to involve in your intercourses. His divious ways of unraveling you piece by piece, watching you unfold before his sharp eyes radiated a very much unparalleled sadistic aura you had never seen in anyone else before him.

The moment he glided his finger down your slit, temporizing for a little longer around your opening, before finally burying his finger into you, made you almost sob in need. Eyes squeezed shut, you shrieked, foreteeth sinking onto your lower lip almost causing it to bleed. It was still not enough, you needed more, you needed him.

Your feeble protests did not go unnoticed, though, and your partner was kind of feeling guilty for having edged you for so long. He sighed, ducking his face back down to your heat, darting his tongue out to swirl it over your clitoris. Adding a second finger, he began to scissor them into you at a fast tempo, the silver sphere on his tongue stimulating you in the right spots.

“Shinji! Babe, I’m— Shit!” you cried out in ecstasy, the pleasure coiling on your lower abdomen making it hard for you to stammer out a sensible speech.

Out of your head, breathless, knackered, you arched your spine and the sound of your strained moan eachoed through the walls of your empty flat. Finally, he had let you reach your pined climax. Chin glistening, coated by your juices, Shinji took a step back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

That smug smile of his never ceased to make butterflies flutter in your stomach.

“Your pussy has such ‘a foul mouth’, when I eat her out. Yer should tell her to behave, damn it” he jested, earning a tired eye-roll from your behalf. Asking him to keep his attitude on check was the equivalent of talking to a wall.

“Untie me now, Hikaro Shinji. Or I will be delighted to show you how foul my mouth can really be” you countered back, only for him to snicker and begin to loosen up the ropes restraining your limbs.

After all, you were both far from being done and you were sure as hell not going to let his tantrum slide that easily.

Isshin Kurosaki.

The things this man would do for you go beyond your fervid imagination. He is not a boy, he is a man, husband material to be precise. Isshin knows how to please a woman and, according to him, the best part about giving you pleasure and incommensurable bliss is watching you unfold before his adoring eyes. One thing about him: you are his queen and priority. He would literally neglect his own urges and needs to take care or yours.

“I think I will skip the dessert tonight” Isshin announced, wiping his mouth with a napkin, eying you through his dark eyelashes from the other side of the table.

You knew exactly what he meant by that and you unconsciously found yourself pressing your thighs together under the table.

“You skip the dessert, but maybe you have had too much wine” you teased him back, albeit you played along his goofy game of seduction and shot a coquettish gaze towards him.

Isshin grinned and stood up, stretching his arms over his head, before he circled the table and stopped right next to you. His eyes devoured you, as he dragged your chair along the floor, parting you from the table with ease. He always made you feel as light as a feather, his strength something he was so proud of.

Cocking your head to the side questioningly, you flicked your gaze up to him “What are you up to now?” you inquired, watching the way he dropped to his knees right in front of you. He had insisted for you to wear that dress all day long and now you could finally see why he had been a literal pest.

His hands carefully hiked up the flowy skirt of your dress, his smile widening as you did not hesitate to be collaborative and hold it up in your hands while be settled his hands on each of your rotula, cupping it and pushing your legs apart for him. When he went down on you, Isshin never put you through too much trouble. He specifically asked you to simply enjoy the experience and pull at his hair. He spoiled you, he lavished you.

His hot breath fanning your clothed sex made you suck in a breath and he leisurely tugged the hem of your panties to the side to expose your folds to his longing eyes.

“Hush, baby, let daddy enjoy his well-deserved dessert, alright? I need it so badly, baby. It’s been so long since I did it” he dramatized the situation, eliciting a chuckle from you as his tongue tickled your clit.

“But, daddy, you did it yesterday morning on your desk! – you pointed out, lolling your head back as you securely tangled your fingers between his hair, tugging at them gently – Was it not enough?” you asked him, hips bucking up unintentionally and pulling a husky grunt out of him.

Enough? Of course it was not enough. This man loved nipping, lapping and sucking your pussy dry. He needed to do it, at least, twice a day.

Before his tongue could finally dive into your wet cavern, he knitted his eyebrows together, scoffing “That’s offensive. You left me starving, darling. Let daddy be happy, please, be a good girl” he pleaded you, his mouth leaving a sloppy kiss over your pubes before his tongue made you see stars.

Keeping it low with him was impossible. Either you laughed out loud, or you let out pornographic screams of pleasure hard not to hear down the streets.

Especially, when he left the window open for letting people covet what was rightfully his.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! I’m so glad I have finally completed this series! Maybe, one day, when my requests will be opened again, I will add other characters too but as for now let’s just enjoy these ones. As per usual, your support means a lot! Thanks for having read this piece and I hope you’ve drawn enough enjoyment to simp for those folks. Likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreciated! Also, writing for Isshin has been hell on Earth, help🥹

Until next,

x o x o

TAGS: @stygianoir @electronicwitchcollection @brittscafe @kr0wu @kryptoniteforsale

[shocked-collar]

I've spoken about Strade accidentally killing captives he wished to keep longer, but what about him accidently killing the captive?

Finding out the little bitch ate during a mandated food-strike and taking this opportunity to punish him for it. One could say, he beat the little fox into an inch of his life- and he loved it. Every impact, every choked sob, every apology, every attempt at kissing-up to him, it was delicious. Watching that pretty skin turn all kinds of different shades with each new tool he takes to deliver his blows, his electrocution, his scratches, his scrapes and cuts and bruises, and all Ren can do is count the seconds until it's over.

Swollen eyes and cheeks, bleeding mouth and nose, drenched in tears and snot and spit, Strade can't even see him as a sex-toy in this moment. He's just something to wail on. Ren's tail has been bent, his ear is torn, his entire body aches- and finally, finally, it is over. He watches, crying sobs of relief, as Strade takes his deep breaths and steps off him.

He pets his fox and coos words of comfort. It's over now, he did good, no more... He tangles his fingers in his hair and begins to pull, dragging him to the basement steps. He did good, but he's not sure he's learned, see...

That door opens, Ren is tossed down. The door shuts to leave him in darkness; as he fucking deserves.

But then time goes by. Hours pass, minutes follow, seconds, too... and Strade is standing at the top of the basement stairs, staring down at a mangled body, limbs sprawled in uncomfortable ways, and eyes with no spark staring forward- neither really opened or shut. A mangled body with a broken arm, a broken tail, a few busted ribs, and a broken neck- the one injury outside of his control. The one injury that took his fox away from him. The injury that turned Ren from a fluffy red fox to the most beautiful canvas Strade has ever had to burn.

It's frustrating. It's more than that. He doesn't feel he's lost a friend or a love, but goddamn the loss hurts anyway. He put so much money and effort into that little thing. He put so much attention, and so much love... But it doesn't matter. He doesn't care. Why would he? Ren was property, he doesn't care.

He's been googling beast-kins lately. He doesn't care.

He glances over his shoulders as if someone may see as he scrolls sinister pages over a disguised browser. He doesn't care. It's all property.

Not a single one of these sad fuckers do it for him. Not a single one of them look delectable. Not that it matters, he's just looking.

He sits in front of the kiln as it burns. The seat he occupies feels clingy.

The house is so quiet.

He doesn't care. It's all property. But, I mean...

He got a new coffee maker when his ole-reliable broke...

[solarwoniii]

" ˋ꒰ pinky promise ꒱ " - ft. choi seungcheol

[ nsfw post! minors please do not interact. there are many other posts on my and other’s blogs which are much more suitable for your consumption! ]

syn. nothing gets to cheol like a pinky promise

a/n. OMG SECOND FIC IN THE LAST MONTH??? SORLAWONI LOOK AT YOU GO???? gusy i love seugncheol i wanted to write more of this but it was getting too long so i cut out the part where seungcheol jr comes in and i put it in another fic LOL

cw. fingering, orgasm denial, vvv teasing dom!cheol, vvv subby!reader, daddy kink, praise, petnames (princess), ermm i think thats it but lmk if i missed anything!

wc. 0.8k

"b-but you promised i could cum-" you mindlessly rambled into your sleeve, your body twitching with pleasure all over as seungcheol rammed his three thick digits in and out of you rapidly, having you choking on your own breath as you struggled for air, "a-after i took my p-punishment..!"

he only scoffed in response to your choked out reasoning, his ruthless movements clearly showing no sign of stopping, "oh, and remind me what you promised me, princess?"

you felt tears pricking at your eyes, your cheeks heating up from bashfulness as he slowed his movements, now curling his fingers up into your core, edging you for what felt like the millionth time tonight.

with his other hand he grabbed your chin between his two fingers, looking into your eyes, "i asked you a question."

you sniffled through the flooding tears which grooved along your pink waterline, "i-i promised i would s-stop being a brat..." you whimpered softly.

"hmm, that's right." seungcheol responded in his deep, earthy voice, "it doesn't feel nice when someone doesn't keep their promise to you, does it princess?"

you shook your head and bit your bottom lip, "n-no daddy.." you said, voice coming in sharp shards as his thumb came up to rub at your clit, sending shockwaves of bliss through your veins. you blinked hard at some tears as they rolled down your cheeks, "i'm s-sorry..."

"awh, you're sorry?" he pouted mockingly in response to you, but with your fuzzy head now, you really couldn't tell that he was ridiculing you.

you nodded your head quickly, the tears in your eyes webbing into your lashes, "i'll b-be a good girl... p-pinky promise..!" you babbled, your words only slurring together as your fogged up brain seemed to fall into another level of dumbness.

seungcheol only chuckled lowly at this, "pinky promise?" he repeated, clearly amused at just how fucked out he had gotten you, to the point that you were beginning to lose your own mind. "well, there's no arguing with that, is there princess?" he teased at you, his fingers seemed to suddenly speed up in fluidity.

your mouth only fell agape, eyes rolling back and head lulling to the side as your back arched off of the mattress at the feeling. his thick, long digits filling you all the way to the brim, his fingertips rubbing over your hilt in a way so pleasureful, you could see stars in your blurry vision. your hand gripped tightly onto his shirt as you looked up at him, your eyes glistening with tears as the moonlight from the window nearby shone in on your pretty little convulsing figure on the bed.

"d-daddy, c-an i-?" the rest of the sentence caught in your throat as you looked up at him with pleading eyes.

usually, he'd use this opportunity to tease you into a farther away dimension of overstimulations, asking the annoying questions like, 'can you what, princess?' so that he could watch your quiver and writhe until you were sobbing into the satin of your pillowcase, begging for your climax like a helpless little damsel.

but you'd been punished by a fair amount tonight, and he was feeling generous. he kissed your forehead gently and nodded his head, "let go for me, princess."

and let go you did, gushing around his fingers, a choked cry leaving you as your entire body trembled with delectation, your eyes shutting tightly as tears escaped down your temples. your soft, yet sharp whimpers made him smirk as you held tightly onto him, as if he were all you knew.

"that's it princess... good girl," he murmured as he leaned in to kiss you. he pulled out his digits, rubbing them over your sensitive heat in gentle circles to help ride you out as you came down from your high, panting heavily against the feel of his mouth.

once you had soothed, he looked down at you with a warning stare, "this is the last time i'm letting you get away with it, okay? if you misbehave again... you're in trouble."

that was what he had told you last time. and the time before that. and the time before that. every time, he'd bent. his soft spot for you was just too deep for his own good. the both of you knew that his threats meant nothing, but you looked up at him innocently and batted your eyelashes anyway, nodding your head.

he sighed softly and kissed your cheek, "you're gonna be the death of me one day..." he muttered, closing his eyes for a brief moment, before looking back to you, "come on, let's get cleaned up. i'll cook dinner."

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[2-dsimp]

I kind of want to see which one of your OCs would "punish" their darling for pleasuring themself when they aren't around. Like, their darling is pent up and lonely, and tries to busy themself with some "fun" time, and either their yandere comes home and sees them, sees them over whatever hidden camera or window they watch their darling from, or whatever the scenario is. Like, either Nokka, Koji, Xavier, Zebad, and Adonis feel like the smug, dirty types of bastards when it comes to that type of scenario.

『Featuring your yandere Hero brat taming his darling』

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Cw: NSFW 🔞 MDNI, fem reader, edging, pussy job, slight degradation, Adonis being an a-hole, brat taming

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Adonis: “well isn’t this a delectable sight? You mindlessly bucking your hips like the dumb little puppy you are~”

He taunted, having you grind your cunt against the length of his cock sliding your juicy slit down to where his balls start. Back all the way to his precum covered tip. The Sunset hero had found you fingering yourself in the comfort of your home which was his home by default. Cuz who wouldn’t want their own lethal alien in their jurisdiction? Despite Adonis being a pain in your ass 24/7 with his tedious pranks with the goal to drive you mad up the wall.

Y/n: Adonis just shut up and fuck me—!

The hero made a sudden jerk of his hips making his cock glid along your pussylips bumping firmly into you stimulate clit that was being smeared in his pre cum. You squeaked at the action and he smirked like a bastard at your plight.

Adonis: “Now is that anyway to ask for your hero’s cock? You must think I’m some kinda pushover huh?”

He made you bow over, making it easier for him to grab your cheeks squishing them together like a chipmunk as he let out a raspy chuckle and tsked at you condescendingly.

Adonis: “Well guess what? Until you beg sincerely for me to fuck your legs out of commission. You’ll just have to watch me get off on how fuckin pretty you are when desperate”

[drearycrow]

Notes: I finally finished this after it was rotting in my drafts for months now. I rewrote it a couple times and I think it's pretty good.

Warnings: smut, p in v, creampie, breeding kink, slight corruption kink. Let me know if I missed anything else

Kitsune! Dazai was once a god that was worshipped by your village. Offerings were left behind as a thank you and payment for his divine protection. He blessed the villagers with bountiful harvests and protection from evil spirits. Over time, the villagers stopped worshiping the great kitsune leaving his shrine abandoned and dilapidated.

Kitsune! Dazai became angered when the village he's been protecting for years has completely stopped worshiping him. His shrine has been desecrated and abandoned. After all he's done for them and this is how they repay him? He won't stand for this.

Kitsune! Dazai punishes the poor villagers by wilting all of the crops. It completely devastated everyone, leaving them hungry and fighting for any food that wasn't rotten. It's non stop destruction and suffering for them. The villagers plead for mercy, giving Dazai anything worth value to offer him to stop the suffering. None of these gifts and offerings satisfied him. They begged to offer anything that he wants, doesn't matter the price or how valuable it is, as long as the suffering stops.

Kitsune! Dazai doesn't hesitate to think about what he wants. There's one thing and one thing only that he wants. It's you. The soft, delicate flower of the village. You are the village healer. The village worshipped you for your healing abilities. They made measures to keep you safe from the outside world and to keep away any men that would try and deflower you.

Kitsune! Dazai smirks seeing the villagers have a look of dread and fear of having to offer you up. They can't hand you over like that. You're not just some healer, you're a healer that cheers up anyone that feels down. Everyone loves you for your kindness. Losing you will heavily impact everyone. Some start to speak against offering you to Dazai. He breaks their outrage by telling them if they don't bring you to his shrine in wedding garments by sunset, everyone will be killed, including you.

Kitsune! Dazai waits patiently for you to arrive. He can't wait to see you all wrapped up in a nice little package. When sunset arrived, you got left behind at a shrine in the middle of the forest. You didn't have time to react to what was going on. They grabbed you out of bed and put wedding garments on you and dragged you out in the middle of nowhere.

Kitsune! Dazai sees you sitting outside waiting patiently for his arrival. You look so delectable sitting there all by yourself. He approached you with a soft smile. He introduced himself and gives your hand a kiss. You get told about your arranged marriage to him. You didn't want any of this. You protest against this and storm off back to your home. You feel a tug on your shoulder and get pulled back to see Dazai with a dark look on his eyes.

Kitsune! Dazai threatens to kill your beloved family and anyone else that you care about in front of you if you dare leave him. You reluctantly give in, not wanting to see any of your loved ones be harmed. Dazai smiles happily at your obedience.

Kitsune! Dazai can't handle it anymore and he pushes you onto the futon, tearing you clothes off. You scream while you scramble to cover your naked body. He gets irritated by this. Your arms and legs get pushed apart. The way to squeal as he rubs your clit makes him hard. Not once have you been touched by another man. It makes him more excited knowing he will be your first.

Kitsune! Dazai doesn't let you get adjusted to his size. He pounds into you like there's no tomorrow. His tails and ears twitch every time he thrusts into you. He didn't expect you to feel so good. Your tight cunt grips around his cock like a vice. Each time he thrusts in, your cunt sucks him back in. Dazai relishes on this sensation and picks up the pace. He lets out a grunt as he fills you up.

Kitsune! Dazai pulls away to see his cum spilling out of you. He flicks his tongue while he fingers his cum back inside you. Can't have any of it spill out. He needs to ensure you get pregnant with his kits. You whine softly when you feel him enter you again for another round. You're too tired to go another round but that didn't stop your new husband. He needs to breed you.

Kitsune! Dazai pushes you legs back and thrusts like there's no tomorrow. Stuffing you full with his cum in mating press should get you knocked up in no time. You bury your head into his neck, moaning and mewling his name out begging to not stop. He hits that sweet spot repeatedly wanting to hear his name spill out of your mouth worshiping him. It doesn't take too long until both of you cum.

Kitsune! Dazai spends the rest of the night stuffing you full of his cum. He needs to ensure that you take in his seed and bring him cute little kits together. He can't wait start a family with you.

[aphroditestempleimagines]

Sensei

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem!Reader - 18+

Words: 2910

Warnings: Office sex, almost getting caught, oral (fem!receiving), lingerie, seduction, come eating, vaginal sex, fingering, rough sex, use of pet names, lowkey punishment/bdsm, nipple play, (expensive) chair sex, desk sex, spanking, creampie, unprotected sex (birth control), hickeys, bruising, slight praise , restrained hands

Summary: You surprise Satoru in his office with a gift you bought for "him".

Author's note: oh you know that chair would be ruined. And the desk. And my prospects in life.

Colour: pure filth

Knock knock knock

You tapped Satoru's door three times, but you would not have had to do it once for him to notice your arrival. You could picture him, smirking in his large leather chair as he said "Come in".

You took a deep breath. It was his birthday, yet he had to stay at the school until the lights were out; then the two of you would go out for dinner and a nightcap to celebrate. But that was not merely enough. He was spending his special day cooped up in a classroom or his office, alone. You calculated your visit to coincide with his break between morning and evening sessions. You tied the belt of your flimsy coat a little firmer, even though you counted on it being thrown on the floor pretty soon, and you wore your best smile before opening the door.

Even though hidden behind his blindfold, you could tell his eyes were brimming with love as he rested his head on his palm. "Won't you look who's here", he smiled, "Couldn't stay away?"

"No", you shut the door with your back, "I had to hand my report to principal Yaga"

"Oh?", his smile fell off. He easily bought excuses like that. But when he saw your wicked grin as you approached he seemed to understand. "And how did that go?", he smirked. He pushed his blindfold over his head, his gorgeous blue eyes taking in his favourite type of view.

You put one knee on his chair, then the other. You climbed on his thighs, straddling his tall body. "He scolded me for what i was wearing. He said it was inappropriate attire for a place of education", you slowly untied your belt, "What do you think, sensei?".

You leaned close to his ear to whisper the last word. Satoru turned his head away, his large hand covering his lips and part of his flushed cheeks. His eyes kept darting at the black piece of lingerie that elegantly framed your curves. "That is ahem", he cleared the lump you placed in his throat, "That is certainly inappropriate". His other hand wrapped around your waist, his leg lifting to push you further on to his chest. His lips broke again into a grin. "I think your teacher should give you a lesson you how to behave", he held your chin with one hand, his thumb teasing your lower lip, "Would you like that, my love?"

"I'll do what my sensei asks me to", you smiled.

Satoru breathed hard. He scanned your body from top to bottom, from the black stockings held up by a lace garter, to your lace panties and bra decorated with small cerulian lilies. "What if your sensei finds you delectable", he pushed his thumb between your lips. His other hand rode up your thigh, "What if he wants to buy you this lovely set anew after he tears this one to pieces"

He took your lips in his, his tongue diving in to explore the cavern of your mouth. He held you by the nape and thigh, pulling you close as he ached to be one with you. His mouth moved to suck on your neck, his nips and kisses trailing down to your shoulder. He twisted a strand of your hair with his finger. "You would not mind if I played a little rough then?", his hand climbed below the band of your panties. He brushed your heated cheek with his thumb. You moved your hips against him, pulling out a low grunt. He held you down, his fingers reaching between your legs to tease your core. "Actually", he said, "I know how to get an answer from you"

He plunged two of his fingers between your walls, his lips returning to steal your moans. With his free hand, he pulled down your bra and held it as a rope tied around you to keep you close. He took one of your breasts in his mouth, his tongue keeping your nipple warm as the other hardened under the brisk air of the room. "See that desk over there?", his eyes gestured to his left, "I'm gonna make you come here on my thigh, then bend you over it and take you from behind until you beg for mercy". He smirked as your walls clenched around his fingers. He climbed up to softly bite your ear. "Oh you liked that?", he murmured in a low tone, "Seems to me it will be more like a reward rather than a punishment"

His fingers stopped moving inside you. His thumb only continued to slowly massage your bud.

"Satoru", you buried your head in his shoulder, your hips trying to move against his restraining hand.

"What is it darling?", he said casually.

"Please"

"Say it", he sucked on your skin below your chin.

"What?"

"Say what you want me to do", he ran his fingers through your hair, "Say that you want me to fuck you as if I own you"

"Gosh", you squinted your eyes as you tightened around his digits, "Yes, Satoru, please. I want you. I want you inside me, ah"

His fingers picked up a steady pace. "Go on", his hand fondled your breast, his blue eyes fixed on yours.

"I-I want-", your sentence was cut short as he sucked on your neck, inevitably leaving a mark this time. "Fuck", he curled his fingers inside you, "Satoru"

He bit your lower lip in approval. He added another one of his digits inside you, your hands pulling at his silver strands of hair as he did. "Tell me what I want to hear", he spoke, his hand landing on your thigh, "Do it and I'll fuck you harder than you've ever had in your life"

"Satoru", his long fingers reached spots inside you that yours could not. You tried to hide your blush in the crook of his neck but he lifted your chin. His eyes looked deep into yours and you could tell they were at least equally filled with lust, if not more.

"Say it", he whispered.

"I", your insides twisted in the prelude of your orgasm,"I want you to fuck me. Fuck me as if you own me"

He took your lips into his. "That's my girl", he breathed as he broke the kiss.

He reached with his other hand to play with your clit, his fingers thrusting faster and harder inside you. Your fingers sought refuge in his silver hair as he buried his face in your chest. His digits curled and scraped your walls inside you until you could not keep down your voice anymore.

"Found it", he smirked as he nipped on your breast, "You want to cum my love?"

"Yes, Satoru", you panted, "Gosh"

"Do it", he leaned back, pulling you with him to thrust his fingers in a better angle, "I want you dripping all over my thigh"

You whined an uninterpretable sound as the knot in your stomach finally broke and you came all over Satoru's expensive trousers. His fingers slow down, squelching as they dove inside your cunt to gather some of your essence before bringing it to his lips. His tongue twirled around them in front of your eyes, putting on a show.

"Gosh", he pulled your flushed face in for a hungry kiss. He kept his hand on your cheek as he broke away, his eyes examining yours. "That face", he breathed, his thumb brushing over your skin, "Don't show anyone else that face, you understand?". He lifted the two of you up from the leather chair. He let you down, using his body to push you to walk backwards towards the desk. "No one else but me", he continued kissing your body, his voice growing desperate, "This face, this heart, this body; they all belong to me". He kissed the curve of your neck. "Say it", he commanded.

"I'm yours Satoru", you planted a kiss near his ear, "I love you. Only you"

His next kiss took your breath away. His body trapped yours against the desk and you knew there was no part of him you could not feel. His fingers laced through your hair, lulling your head back to expose your neck to his teeth.

"You have no idea what you do to me", his voice came strained as his length pressed against the confines of his trousers, "I'm gonna make you repay me for the heart you stole from me".

He turned you around. He put his blindfold over your eyes. Something about the darkness made all your other senses hyperaware. A rip was heart and the brisk air of the room touched the few parts of your lower body your panties used to cover. Gojo used one hand to trap both of yours behind your back.

"Do you want me to do what I want with you?", his fingers stretched open your core, "This is what I want".

He plunged his length inside your walls until his hips met yours. You let out a shriek but your heaving breath soon let Gojo know you were alright. And then, he started moving.

"I want you dumb for my cock", he thrust his hips hard to meet yours in an erotic melody, "I want to be the ONLY reason this fucking pussy gets wet. I want you mewling. I want you drooling. I want you begging me to fuck you some more"

You really stopped thinking straight when it came to him. His words had you clenching on his length. The low moan that escaped his throat drew a whine from you as well. With one hand he bruised your hips, with the other he lovingly held your waist. His thumb massaged your skin with care as he delivered a couple of spanks on your lower cheeks. He took your breath away with each deep thrust, his tip kissing your cervix.

You winced as a hand covered your mouth. Gojo stilled. He pressed his body against yours, his eyes and ears focused on the door. A little later, a knock was heard.

"Gojo-sensei", Itadori's voice came from the other side, "Nanamin just came back. You said you wanted to know"

Gojo pinched your clit, grunting as you bit down on his fingers to avoid moaning. "Thanks Yujji", his voice faked calmness, "I'll be right-"

"What do you want with me again you idiot?", Nanami's deep voice rang behind the closed door, "It is enough that I have to pick up the pieces of your irresponsibility"

The handle of the door started to turn. You held your breath, but that did nothing to stop your heart from racing to escape your chest. Gojo stretched his hand towards the entrance and blocked it with a mild application of Red. His other hand wrapped around your waist to comfort you. You squeezed your lips tight. You could not let your moans escape now that they were freed from your lover's protection.

"The hell?", said Nanami.

"I'm kinda busy right now, I'll meet you outside", said Gojo.

"Busy?", Kento's non-challant voice queried, "What could you possibly be doing?"

"Are you really going to have me say that in front of Yuji?", Suguru mocked, "Man, Nanamin, you really are pervert"

Silence. Gojo placed a soft kiss on your neck. Your face turned redder than a radish. The handle returned to its original position. "Vulgar idiot", Kento said before dragging a very confused Yuji away. Sukuna's laughter could be heard even as they reached the end of the hallway.

Satoru chuckled at the sound of your relief. He held your body close, his face buried in your hair as he inhaled your scent. He placed a few loving kisses over the marks he had left on your skin. "Don't look so disappointed", he pushed you back down as you frowned, "I can still call them back". He tore his blindfold away from your eyes to gaze into their shock. "Would you like that?", he grunted as your walls squeezed him. "Too bad it's never gonna happen", he gave you a single hard thrust, "They don't get to see this view. I alone am the honored one".

He leaned closer to plant kisses on your back. He followed the imprint of your spine from your nape to your waist, all the while slowly drawing circles on your clit and tailbone alike. His lips reached for your ear.

"Y/n", he called softly, almost fearful, "Are you on the pill?"

Your eyes widened at his implication. "Yes", you muttered, your head turning enough for you to meet his gaze.

"Well", his voice dropped into a purr, "Wanna test how effective it is?"

You blushed, hiding your face on the desk. Satoru chuckled as he combed your hair away from your nape.

"Do I take that as a yes?", he showered kisses on your shoulder.

"Mhm", you nodded, your hips trying to wiggle in the small space between his body and the desk.

Satoru left a peck on your nose. He untied your hands and rubbed the small of your back. "You might wanna grab on the desk, my love", he said picking up a slow but precise pace, "I am not gonna hold back"

You smiled. "Good", you said before Gojo thrust his length impossibly deep inside you. You were not going to follow his advice, but one thrust and your hands flung ahead to claw at the edge of the desk. He continued his hard ministrations, his hands harshly gripping your hips. He inserted one of his long fingers next to his length, his thumb pinching your bud again and again. He heaved on top of your back, your name escaping his lips like a prayer from time to time; of all the things he was doing, that soft sound was what had your walls squeezing him the most.

"Satoru", you whined, "I'm gonna..."

"Not yet", he kissed your back, "It'll hurt if you do"

"Satoru"

"Say my name again", he sped up to a rhythm that had your toes curling inside your heels, "i need to hear it. Tell me how good you feel"

"Fuck Satoru", you heaved, your mind barely processing what he was saying as you struggled to keep yourself from collapsing, "So good"

He let out a low grunt. "Ask me", he plead, "Beg me to fill your tight pussy up".

Yor grip on the hardwood of the desk tightened even more. "Please Satoru", you said, "'I want you to do it inside".

You could feel how his length tingled inside you; he was so close. You shut your eyes as its tremble teased your sensitive walls, threatening to throw you over the brim.

Satoru added another finger next to his cock and moved them in tandem. "Better keep it all in", he said, "I'm gonna eat you out after this"

You could not hold back anymore. With a loud moan you desperately tried to muffle under your hand, you came all over Satoru's length. A white ring formed at his base as he continued for a couple of thrusts before pushing his cock all the way in with a thrust that managed to move the heavy desk. He leaned on top of you as thick ropes of his cum shot inside you. He planted sweet kisses on your weakened body before he finally pulled out. You flintched as his fingers gathered the dripping juices from around your folds. He helped you turn and lifted you up to sit on the desk, licking his fingers.

He looked down at your thighs. He brushed his thumb over the reddish tint of the desk's imprint your session had left behind. "I imagined this would happen", he sighed before he kneeled to bury his head between your legs. He kissed across the red lines, just above the edge of your stocking. His hands massaged your tired legs.

"Satoru", you trembled, "What are you doing"

"Hush", he said, "Just lay down"

You did as he said. Your hand reached for his silver hair to pet as he moved further up your leg. He comfortingly brushed his hand up and down your thigh again and again.

"Shouldn't I do that?", you said weakly, "It's your birthday"

"Yes it is", he licked some of your combined essences from your clit, "You told me to do what I wanted to you. And right now I want to do this".

His tongue teased your entrance, diving just a tiny bit inside. And yet, after your lrevious orgasm, even that was enough for you to pull on his hair, keeping him close.

"Can you take tomorrow off?", he asked.

"I think?", you said curiously.

"Good", he returned his lips to your clit, "It'd be weird if others saw you struggle to walk"

He climbed up to kiss you on the lips. It was sweet, and salty, he and you combined.

"We're gonna go out cause I know you worked hard for this", he said between kisses, "But I want you to know that all I'll be thinking about will be you dressed like this; on your knees, on your back, on top of me or below me". He cupped your cheeks as he pulled you in for a deeper kiss, his knee rubbing against your folds. "I want you to be so wet when we get back that I can fuck you behind the closed front door".

[merbear25]

Separating fantasy from reality

Kid, Doflamingo, Caesar

After so much time pining for someone who could hold their interest, they were just about to lose hope before you drew them in. There were ways you drew them in that no one else could hold a candle to. When the ideal partner they longed for started being reflected in your actions, there was nothing holding them back.

CW: SFW but slightly suggestive, gn!reader

Kid: He’d always been attracted to fierce partners. There was something about a sassy personality being backed up by fiery actions which set everything in their path ablaze that made something in him snap—like putty in their hands. He never admitted what exactly twisted him in knots, but he needed someone who could give him some push back, not someone he would walk all over.

You always knew how to stand your ground, never being the one to back down from a fight or argument. Talking back was one of the most favorable parts of your personality. At least in his eyes it was magnificent—such a passion that burned everything in their path did wonders for his libido. Before he knew it, you were on his mind more often than he’d like to own up to.

You were never the type to allow yourself to be bested, and despite knowing this, he laid into you, further escalating the situation. Tensions were rising, the heat between the two of you growing hotter and hotter, until your brash behavior finally sunk in; you were gorgeous. All the fits of rage pouring out of you only enhanced his desire for you. Finally exchanging his lingering gaze, you two embraced the flames of passion with a searing kiss.

Doflamingo: Having so much power over others was something he thoroughly enjoyed, yet there were times he craved a bit of a chase. He could have anyone he wanted, yet it got tiring after some time. Where was the challenge in that? What kind of pleasure could he get from those who so easily threw themselves at him? He craved someone who had a bite to their words, someone who he’d enjoy breaking.

Usually the work you did was fabulous, going off without a hitch even. Today, however, the cards weren’t in your favor: you slipped up not just once, but a few times, and there was a lesson for you to be taught. He didn’t want to waste time in showing you what would happen if you so carelessly messed up again, so calling you back to his office was the obvious decision.

While he was reprimanding you for the minor mistakes, you risked giving him some lip. A wide grin stretched across his face when he realized he’d finally found the one to break this dry spell. You were just the right amount of scared and willing for him: the way your eyes held onto your spite, but your body squirmed under his touch made you that much more delectable, pushing him with this overwhelming need to punish you properly.

Caesar: Being surrounded by the goons who mindlessly obeyed each of his whims was growing dull. Such pawns served no real purpose other than to fulfill whatever experiment he could throw them into. He wanted someone to add some spark to his life, someone with spunk and wit to distract him from the lifeless bodies walking his halls. That’s why he found you so captivating. Observing you was such a thrill for him. Each bit of you calling out for him to explore.

Testing the boundaries here and there, you willingly gave him the titillating exchanges he’d been craving. With a mind such as yours in his presence, his interest in you heightened. The attention you gave him was never enough—always leaving him yearning for more. You quickly engulfed each of his wandering thoughts. Did you have any idea how charming you were?

You were sharing another one of your theories, leaving him absolutely spellbound. With the flattery you threw his way making his heart pound, you were truly seen as something special to him. The sinking feeling of finding that special person to hold on to brought on an attachment he’d never felt before. “Someone like you can never leave me.” He accidentally let his thoughts slip out, but it made no difference. You adored him just as much as he did you, right?

[queenendless]

Chase (Darth Vader x Fem!Adult!Reader)

A/n: Tales of the Empire gave me ideas. Particularly on a snowy chilly planet ... it's a very open setting as to what is going on in this so bare with me. First time writing SW stuff on here.

So AU with unburnt Vader who's also kinda OOC in this, some fluff and steamy romance with some Anakin at the end, but it's a short ass piece cause of short notice for today.

PLEASE DONT REPOST, EDIT, COPY, PLAGARIZE, TRANSLATE AND OR STEAL MY FANFIC WORK. RATHER IF YOU DO ENJOY IT THEN LIKE REBLOG AND FOLLOW ME PLS N THNX.

And May The 4th be with you.

Your cloak blew from the chilly winds.

Your hood covered head raised up to meet at the top of the snowy hill.

Climbing up with the darkening gray storm clouds piling up, heighting the anxious tension filling you up inside, the helmeted figure coming into view struck through your core.

He had pursued after your wandering lost self.

You wanted to see how far he would go, as selfish as that was.

Your fear of the cold blooded, brutal Sith Lord becomes mingled with how you are lustful of his imposing presence.

Your cape fluttered in the blowing cold winds as you hurried away, straight to the ice cave entrance.

He knew you thrive off the chase.

And you knew he was relentless in playing along.

“You cannot run forever, Y/n."

His deep modulated voice bounced off the towering crystal ice walls, using the light shining from the high cracked ceiling to guide you.

“I've come this far.” Your tepid sweet voice echoing back at him had him growling a bit.

“You cannot hide from me.”

You didn't need to be Force sensitive to feel that he was honing in on you quickly.

Your flushed nervous face met your eyes as your bumpy reflection followed your side, his heavy footsteps sounding that much closer. “Doing good so far, all things considered.”

You should have figured uttering those words into existence would jinx your ongoing streak. The moment you stepped back from the dead end and spun around on your heel, you bumped into that armored chest.

You screamed a bit as his leather black gloves grabbed your forearms and pinned you to the wall gently but firmly.

His red lenses hid his eyes boring into your very soul, his giant frame enveloping you, pressing you carefully against the alien texture. His heavy breathing made your breathing go silent like a scared mouse, caught by the big bad beast.

“The game is over.” For some reason, he sounded so smug about it.

“You're unbelievable.” You pouted up at that obsidian face.

“You're foolish.” He scoffed.

“Says the man wearing the robot suit.”

The fact that he released his grip on you and leaned back a bit to actually take off that intimidating helmet still took your breath away.

“It helps with the image.” To hear that warm enriching amused voice again already had you giggling as your hands cupped his sculpted cheeks to pull his face down to peck those tempting lips.

His helmet clanked along the ground as his arms slithered around your waist to lift you off the ground, grinning slyly to you hugging his waist in response.

“It's working, my Lord.” You shakily spoke, weaving through that shoulder length darkened hair to tug him closer, pecking many a time quite desperately.

“This little ploy of yours has gotten us completely off track.” His husky tone was sheer evidence that he did not give a damn. Not one bit.

“Forgive me, Lord Vader, for my teasing.”

You squeaked as those giant leather hands of his cupped and squeezed your ass.

“I shall have to punish you, my dear. Quite thoroughly~” Those blue eyes were riddled with devious intention, marking your neck with ferocious bites along your delectable skin.

Your fevered gasps and lecherous cries traveled the caves as you became a mess under his wet steamy mouth. “A – Ani~!”

The former Jedi turned Sith Lord smirked, devouring your mouth with that needy tongue of his.

“Hush, my love. We're just getting started.”

[sinsmockingbird]

Wrote this thirst on something an anon sent to @sinful-lanterns. It was just so good that it gave me a lot of thoughts and I had to write something on it. The ask was this one btw.

CW: Smut under the cut

THE SIGHT in front of Shalom was an addicting one.

You, lying on your stomach, ass in the air with intricate shibari red ropes wrapped so deliciously around your body. Your hands were bound behind your back, straining against the rope as you wiggled your wrists against them. You looked so cute and helpless like this, especially with you burying your tear stained face into the pillows, muffling your delightful sounds.

But the sight didn't just stop at you, no it only got better when Shalom's eyes moved over towards the female hunched over your body. Rahu's arms were tied behind her back as well, but she lacked the full shibari. Her upper body was hunched over your back, her hips sloppily and unevenly thrusting behind you as she fucks her aching cock into your pussy from behind.

Shalom leaned back in her chair, a smirk on her delicate face as she had her arms crossed, a leash in her hand, connecting to the pretty collar wrapped around Rahu's neck. Her phone was set up in front of her, recording the beautiful sight of her favorite pets indulging in such delectable pleasure.

"Y/N, eyes on the camera darling," Shalom called, immediately catching your attention and making you whine as you reluctantly looked at her phone, showing off your disheveled and tear stained face. "Good girl, such a beautiful little thing."

"S-Shalom-!" You choked on your words, letting out a sob and body jolting forward after Rahu gave you a particularly hard thrust.

"Hm? Is there something wrong my dear?" Shalom inquired, tilting her head to the side, that smirk on her beautiful face making you shudder. She was enjoying this, making you and Rahu struggle horrendously.

"G-gotta cum-!" You croaked out, sobbing as Rahu began to thrust deeper into you, growling into your ear like a starved dog when she heard your words.

Shalom let out a laugh, her eyes sparkling with a sadistic pleasure as she gazed at you. "Hold it, darling. Don't cum till I say you can," Then her eyes moved towards Rahu, eyeing the way her cock slid in and out of your dripping pussy. "Same goes for you, Rahu."

Rahu let out an almost pained whined, sounding like dog who had just been kicked, and in some way she was. You weren't the only one needing to cum badly and having to hold it back. Poor girl has been forced to ever since Shalom started this whole sexual pleasure over an hour ago.

The woman behind the camera simply smiled with more sadistic pleasure at the sound that left her bodyguards mouth. She couldn't help but tug on the leash, making Rahu's head jerk to the side, away from where it was laying on your shoulder. She looked at the woman, tears of her own in her eyes, her bottom lip cut and bleeding from how much she'd been chewing on it.

The two simply stared at one another, a silent conversation passing between the two, then Rahu looked away and growled again, snarling as she went back to focus on fucking you. There was even more of a desperation and lack of rhythm to her movements, moving so hard that the bed frame was beginning to hit the wall.

You let out such a pretty cry, eyes rolling back in your head, mouth agape at the sudden intensity from Rahu. You were suddenly blacking out from the pleasure, and having to hold back your orgasm. A few more thrusts and you'd be cumming before Shalom gave you permission.

And as much as the woman would like you too so she could give you a punishment, she was in a giving mood. Maybe it was the fact she was recording such a sight in front of her for all the other women to gaze at and be jealous over.

"Go ahead darling, cum for me and Rahu," Shalom called, and you barely heard it, already reaching that peak and falling over.

Feeling you clench around her aching cock so tightly as you came, Rahu was struggling awfully to hold her own back, still having no permission to. She looked at Shalom from over the camera, eyes wide and begging, desperately seeking out that permission out, and so gracefully came.

"Be a good dog and fill her up," Shalom purred, and the words were what Rahu needed.

Turning her head back, she moved to bite into your shoulder, making you sob as she muffled her desperate sounds, hips flush against yours as she buried her cock into you. Suddenly, through the haze, you felt the warmth of her cum filling you up. It sparked a second orgasm back to back to your first, making you see white.

You weren't sure the events that occurred after, only coming back to it when you felt your hands being unbound, and felt Rahu holding you close and tightly. Your head was laying on her chest, her face buried in your hair, inhaling your scent while she held her arms tightly around your waist.

Shalom was seated on the bed behind you, delicately undoing some of the red ropes from your body. Though she didn't take all of it off, simply undoing the ones binding your hands and arms together. Next she leaned back against the headboard, giving you both a soft smile that was so rarely seen on her, before she was looking at her phone.

She watched in amusement as the other Sinners blew her phone up as soon as the video of you and Rahu was sent. And god was it satisfying, because she had you right now, alongside her favorite dog. No one else and did, and she was going to relish in that fact.