#tumbling doll of flesh

[4crotomoph1le]

me and my bestie!!!

[dsm-5-tr]

tumbling doll of flesh [1998]

[biracy]

Tumblr Doll of Flesh

[erifefism]

my favourite psychological Japanese movies/footages <3

[moremaybank]

PROMISE ME , rafe cameron

── KINKTOBER: THIGH RIDING

"you stay with me, 'cause nobody fuck you better." — kiana ledé, promise me.

rafe cameron x bsf!reader

(18+) thigh riding, dirty talk, slight nipple play

cheating on your boyfriend is so wrong, but rafe makes it feel so right

KINKTOBER , OBX MASTERLIST

"back already, huh? thought i gave it to you good this morning?"

you shoved his tall figure backward, watching hims tumble back a few steps closer to the foot of his bed. "shut up. take your clothes off."

you pulled your shirt up and over your head, tossing it onto the floor without a second thought. you were halway through tugging your shorts down when you noticed that rafe hadn't moved a muscle. he was just standing there with that stupid, obnoxious smirk he wore all the damn time. his buff arms were crossed over his chest, and his tongue poked out to wet his lips.

you arched a brow, halting your movements. "what?"

"no. please?" he took a step closer to you. "like, 'm i jus a sex doll to you or somethin'? or...wait, wait— lemme guess. he's small. he can't hit that spot that makes you go all dumb, huh? s’okay, princess. you can tell me."

classic. always so desperate to bring up your boyfriend when you were clearly in search of what he couldn't give you. what he knew he could give you. maybe he just liked the reminder that you still needed him. no, he definitely liked it.

"just take your clothes off, rafe."

all he could do was let out a chuckle, shaking his head in exasperation as he shrugged his shirt off. he let you shove at his chest again, willingly falling back onto his bed. he rose up onto his elbows, watching you climb on top of him and settle in a straddle in his lap. you reached for his belt buckle, nimble fingers working at it swfitly to free his cock.

"you should've taken this shit off," you complained, yanking down his zipper extra harshly to to show your annoyance.

"think you're gettin' too brave wi'me."

"then do something about it instead of talking my damn ear off."

his hand gripped your throat, tightening and cutting off your air supply just slightly as he drew you closer to his face. "watch it, a'ight? you want somethin' from me, then you gotta goddamn ask for it. nicely. you don't jus' storm in here 'n start makin' demands." his warm breath fanned over your cupid's bow when he spoke, and his eyes didn't leave yours. "what'd i teach you, huh? what d'you need?"

he knew what you needed. why else would you have driven yourself over to tannyhill in the middle of the night? and why else would your heated cunt be throbbing in his lap?

if he had to guess, he'd say you were already wet.

needy girl.

he also knew that when he put his foot down, you'd immediately fall into line because that's how bad he'd gotten you hooked. you could throw your little tantrums all you wanted, 'casue in the end, you'd still end up following his every word and instruction just to hear a simple good girl fall from his lips.

"need your cock, daddy."

he tilted his head expectantly, clearly not satisfied. "you forgettin' somethin'?"

your shoulders sagged. "please, daddy? been thinkin' about you all day. need you." you hated how quickly the words flew out of your mouth. but still, you sulked at him, knowing it would earn you some brownie points. rafe had always had a thing for that innocent look you reserved only for him.

rafe thumbed at your lower lip. "see? was that so hard?" his hand released your throat, and trailed down your sternum. his fingers dipped behind the middle part of your bra, and he pulled at it. "y'wanna take this off f'me?"

you nodded, your hands reaching behind your back in an instant to unhook your bra. you let it fall to the floor, before turning back to rafe. his hands slid up your body until he was cupping your breasts in both hands. his warmth elicited goosebumps all over your flesh, and you shivered. your nipples perked up underneath his touch and he was quick to start rolling them between his fingers. 

you released a sigh of relief, feeling like your world has snapped back into focus now that he was touching you. your hands found his shoulders, and you held onto them as a reminder that he was really there.

rafe's heated touch travelled down to the top of your panties, letting his hand cup your pussy over the flimsy lace of your underwear. his blue eyes peered up at yours. "you fuck him today, doll?"

you shook your head desperately, rolling your hips against the heel of his palm pitifully. all you wanted was one taste of pleasure, and yet, he was still being difficult.

as always.

"no? why not? but he didn't wait for your response. instead, he answered his own question for you. "'cause you know i'm better."

you couldn't bring yourself to answer. all you could think about was how close his fingers were getting to your dripping entrance. it was already spasming as it awaited intrusion. but he grabbed a hold of your face, forcing you to open your eyes and obey him.

"say it," he demanded. "say i'm better."

"you're better, daddy."

"fuckin' love it when you call me that, baby. but i can't jus' let you get what you want, can i?" he bit into his lower lip, staring a hole into your perfect mouth. his wide palms curled around your hips, and he eased you onto one of his thighs. he used his hold on you to guide you back and forth against the tough muscle. you faltered slightly at the pressure against your hungry bundle of nerves. "need you to show me how bad you want it."

"but, rafe─"

"shh," he said, placing the pad of your index finger against your lips to shut you up. "want you to cum once before i fuck you."

"what? why?" you questioned, confusion clear on your face. why wasn't he jumping on the chance to fuck you like he usually did?

"'cause i'm tryna remind you that i don't even need to touch you to make you cum."

it was nearly infuriating, the way things like that could just roll off his tongue so naturally. like he didn't know how much they really pricked at your skin and made your heart jackhammer in your chest. now this would go on to haunt you forever ─ the thought that rafe would bring you to such a heavenly release without laying a single finger on you. meanwhile, your boyfriend was doing a lousy job at arousing you.

"so, you gonna be good for me or what?" his fingers tapped at your hipbones as he awaited your reply.

but what else could you do besides follow his every command like he was some sort of god?

you started to move, gyrating your hips against the tough ripples of muscle. you couldn't stop the whimper from falling past your lips when the consistent pleasure thrummed inside you. you could feel rafe's scorching gaze on you, watching every single twitch and quiver in your expressions as you quelled the hunger your cunt felt in his absence.

"my obedient girl," he spoke lowly, lust threading through his voice. "you're so fuckin' good for me. makes me wonder why you even bother with that asshole."

"rafe, don't," you warned. he knew that despite your actions, you constantly carried the guilt of cheating atop your shoulders. you didn't need the reminder, especially when you were so desperate to drown in him, in your escape.

"why not, huh?" he leaned into the crook of your neck, teeth grazing down the length of it until he reached your collarbone. he sucked on it, nipping at the flesh and revelling in the noise that leaves your lips. "'cause that pussy gets wet at the thought of betrayin' him, right?"

"rafe, shut up─"

but then his fingers forced themselves into your mouth, effectively gagging you and leaving you babbling around them. the low drawl in his voice weakened your knees when he spoke, "don't gotta deny it, doll."

he started to bounce his knee in time with your movements, and you cried out as the pleasure spiked, already nearing release due to his filthy mind. "even when you find someone, you come back 'n fuck me. you cum for me." he snickered evilly, "this pussy knows what she wants. stop fightin' her on it."

[teddybeartoji]

sukuna teaching you how to cook…       

pressed flush against you, his hand rests on top of yours as you grip the knife. it’s almost as if he’s the puppeteer and you his toy with the way he guides you – he moves, you move, you’re one and the same. his other hand is on you as well, fingers almost intertwined as he helps you hold the piece of meat steady on the cutting board. you can’t help but think how intimate it all feels, how close he is. 

his voice is deeper than usual and it’s making it very hard for you to concentrate, especially when his lips keep brushing over the shell of your ear. you’re trying, you really are, to pay attention to what he’s saying because it’s not often you get to see this side of him – cooking is something he adores, and he’s taking this way more seriously than you could’ve ever imagined. but it’s not like you’re complaining… oh, no – you’re loving every second of this. 

you’re sure he can feel that your breathing has picked up, and you’re sure he knows that you’re stumbling further and further away from being his perfect little pupil and falling head first into an entirely different role instead. your hold on the knife falters while his on your hand tightens. the meat before you bleeds and the clear juices coat the wooden board alongside with your fingers. 

and his. 

“focus, doll… “ 

his rasp catches you off-guard, his low voice pulling you from your thoughts. he hears you swallow the lump in your throat and you feel him smile against your ear. 

“i’m very focused, ryo…” 

“on the wrong things– yes.” you don’t have to see him to know that he’s wearing that annoyingly handsome smirk of his, ever so proud to have this kind of effect on his beloved.

you suck your teeth before poking your tongue against your inner cheek; your body grows hot at all the attention he’s giving you. sukuna presses forward an inch and your hips meet the edge of the kitchen counter – now completely sandwiched between him and the piece of furniture, your head clouds with thoughts so far from cooking that your knees nearly buckle from below you. 

“c’mon now.” he raises your hand with the knife still in your palm and holds it above the piece of red meat. the blade glints under the dimmed down light, the silver winking at you before sinking down into the raw cutlet. back and forth, the movement of your hands is slow but steady – the knives in your house are never dull, so every pull and every push you make feel as if you’re gliding through butter. 

but it’s not just the sharpened blade— 

it’s the sheer power he holds. 

sukuna’s hands are skilled, his fingers rough but surprisingly gentle at the very same time. he knows exactly how much force to use, how to cut through a piece of flesh with so much ease that the act makes you wonder about his past lives. a butcher, a killer? or perhaps a god instead? 

to slash and to score. to gut and then devour. 

caged in his arms, you feel like his next bite. his sharp teeth brush against your ear once more and you can’t help but tense up as a wave of excitement shoots through your body and a nervous chuckle tumbles from your lips. 

he hums. 

his fingers unwrap themselves from around your hand before reaching for the cut you just made. he picks it up and then shows it to you with pride. 

“not too thick, not too thin.” your mouth waters, you barely register his words. “remember that.” 

“mhmm.”

there isn’t an inch between your bodies and you can hardly breathe. 

“what did i say?”

with him, you’ve learned about this other kind of excitement; he asks you a question and there’s this pressure, a burning sensation in the pit of your stomach – it teeters between a giddy, butterflies of love type of thing and pure feverish thrill. 

walking in a circle, eyes on each other – a dance between the prey and the predator. the most he’d do is laugh, tease you a little. maybe even sink his teeth into your neck and inhale the whine you’d let out. that’s what he wants. a little sound. you’re in the palm of his hand and you both know it. 

but if you’re good…

“not too thick and not too thin.”

it’s a kiss from a beast that you’ll get in return. a word of praise from a god, a tender look from a killer. a safe haven behind a butcher’s ribcage.  

stained fingers find your cheek and you’re putty in his hands; it takes no effort at all to turn you to finally face him and it takes no time at all for him to press his lips against yours. but he doesn’t nip and he doesn’t bite, not this time. 

a soft spot in a lover’s heart.

[c0llisiion]

NEED TO KNOW.02 — J.JK

Pairing: jeon jungkook + f!reader

Genre: smut

★: npr, slight angst, dadsbsf!jk x reader, older!jk, slight degradation, mentions of cheating, praise, dumbification, unprotected sex (practice safe sex plzzz), cunnilingus, slight bondage? Idk lol , rough sex, crying, breeding — lmk if i missed any!

W/C: 3,175

A/N: HIIIII ITS FINALLY HERE YALL WTFFFFFFF 😭😭😭😭 i defo spent too much time on this ( soz i have been very busy ) THIS ONES FOR ALL THE POOKS THAT HAVE BEEN ASKING FOR PART 2 <33 NJOYYY

.01 <3

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ This is strictly fiction. Any scenario or situation should not be taken seriously. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

The tension was there. A very thick tension. You stared daggers at the man sitting in front of you. He was being nonchalant. Giggling and laughing with your dad and acting like nothing had happened between you two. 

Things were going well between you guys since ‘that’ day. You told him about your undying feelings for him, and he understood it. He had you wrapped around his arms as you rested your head on his shoulders and sat together in the warm bath water with Your back pressed against his chest. Even though the moment lasted for a short while, you still savored it. His warm breath was on your face, whispering sweet nothings that had made your cheeks flush. His soft heartbeat matched yours. He was so gentle with the aftercare. Had you propped up on the bathroom counter while he ran a warm washcloth down your sticky body, making sure to be gentle. He even washed you down with your favorite body wash. Hands gently ran water down your sweaty hair, making sure you were clean and ready before he left, and since then you have been dating him. Or so you would think. 

It was a huge decision. This could affect both of your lives negatively if things go wrong. Of course, you didn’t tell your father about it. Imagine the betrayal he would feel if he found out his daughter was sleeping around with his best friend under his roof. In no way, shape, or form could he know. For the time being, He would eventually come to know, right? 

Jungkook was always the ‘nonchalant’ type. He was very laid-back about you. There was not really a label to your relationship. He would treat you like his girlfriend, yes, but he would never outright tell you that you were his girlfriend. He would always go to clubs and other posh places where women younger than you would hit on him continuously. Who wouldn't, though? A rich, young-looking old man is the perfect eye candy for gold diggers. You of course voiced out your frustrations to him, but he again and again brushed it off, saying, ‘It’s nothing to worry about’ , ‘I only have my eyes on you, doll.��� Or the worst one so far: ‘We are not even that serious.’ It hurt a lot, but you brushed it off because you loved this man and, most definitely, the sex he gave you. 

He was passionate in bed. Unlike anyone you have ever slept with. He would be gentle and slow with you most of the time. His girthy length slowly went in and out of you as your eyes tried to stay fixated on the movie. Hands on your hips, squeezing the soft flesh as he whispered in your ears in a sultry voice. “Taking me in so well doll… your pussy is sucking me in so good, has me controlling myself..” he darkly chuckles before adding. “Dripping all over my couch cushions… who is going to clean this up huh? making a sweet little mess.. dw i will help you with it baby…gonna have you staining this entire couch …” you shuddered as he trailed wet kisses up your neck and nibbled on your ears. His other hand squeezed and tugged on your tender breasts. Toying with your puffy nipples in between his fingers. You let out a soft huff as his cock hit your sweet spot. “What’s wrong, doll? Too much..? I thought my little slut liked it when i went deep..” he chuckled before thrusting into you with some force, making your stomach tumble and turn. 

  It was getting infuriating at this point. Your fork dug into the piece of filet mignon with great force, your hands shaking at the tension as your mind raced off to all those memories you made with him. And it all went down the drain because of a stupid mistake he made. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? You haven’t talked much this evening..” All the laughter and banter had died down, and the attention was on you. You were brought back to earth when your dad spoke up. But someone HAD to chime in. “Yeah y/n… What’s wrong with you? You didn’t even greet me at the front door… Don't you know how rude that is?” Jungkook yammered. His eyes had a glint of mischievousness. He had his stupid smirk on, and he talked to you in a tone he definitely knew you didn’t appreciate. You glared at him with pure anger burning in your eyes. Out of rage, you pushed your chair and got up before stomping your way upstairs to your room. Jungkook watched as you walked upstairs. That stupid smirk widening.

You were walking as fast as you could down the huge hallway. You just needed to lock yourself in your room, cry, and sleep. Your thoughts were interrupted when a rough hand grabbed you by the nape of your neck. His calloused fingers press the sides of your neck in a tight grip. Before you could protest and push him away, he- “Don't even think about moving or opening that fucking mouth.. Don't make me do something I will regret..” He whispered in your ears with gritted teeth. His hot breath and words fanned the lobes of your ears, sending a pulse to your core. 

Jungkook pushed you into your room, making you stumble and fall to the ground. He quickly locked your bedroom door before turning around to face you. He grabbed you by your throat, making you stand up on your feet before speaking up. “What is wrong with you, huh? Can't you just act normal? Why do you have to put up a fit?” “You tell me!” You spat. Jungkook huffed angrily and rolled his eyes at your response. He let go of your neck before pushing you down on your bed. “Are you acting like this because of that incident? Why are you still hung up on it? Move on. Nothing happened between us.” Your eyes widened at his words. How dare he say that after what he did? “Move on?? MOVE ON?!” You bursted. “HEY! Quite down. Don’t raise your voice at me.” Jungkook quickly put you in place, making you roll your own eyes. “I can't believe you right now.. You outright went out and cheated on me and you are asking me to move on? What are you on jungkook??? You are supposed to be my boyfriend. You told me you wanted to date me. Marry me and for me to HAVE YOUR KIDS,” Jungkook sighed, lowered his head, and softly muttered, “i know what i told… in that moment…” Your face drained of all color. You stared at him in disappointment, as you knew what was going to be his next words. “What do you want from me!!!” You got up and screamed in Jungkook's face before walking towards your door. “Wait-“ Jungkook yanked you by your wrist, pulling you away from the door.

“Let go of me, you moron!” You tried freeing yourself from his grip, but he was quick to throw you back on your bed. He got closer and climbed on top of the bed, his legs on either side of yours. Jungkook had a sour expression as he started unbuckling his belt. “Don't fucking touc-“ a harsh slap landed on your right cheek before he grabbed you by your jaw and smashed his lips onto yours. It was a struggle for dominance. You were reluctant to let him in, but he pushed through and started kissing you sloppy and hard. Your protests were muffled by his hungry mouth. Muscular tongue swirled around you, tasting you. You eventually gave in. Eyes fluttering, and your hands reached to hold his face but was pinned down almost immediately by Jungkook's strong ones. He pulled back, and a string of saliva connected your lips. He gazes down at your fucked-out face with a dark glint. “So pathetic..” he said before cupping his hand over your clothed cunt. You gasp as you feel his palm push into your sopping hole. Dampening the thin fabric. He landed a harsh slap on your clit, making you buck your hips for more. “So eager and needy aren’t you?” He teased you before shoving his fingers down your throat, making you suck and swirl your tongue around his digits. "Yeah, thats right… just like that…” he hissed. He nudged his knee into your pussy, pressing harder against the heat. Your eyes rolled back, and your thighs quivered as he continued.

He pulled his digits out of your mouth, a thick layer of saliva coating the slender fingers, before he shoved all three into your little cunny. Your eyes shot out wide, and your mouth fell open as he curled his fingers into you. “Dont make any noise… don’t want Daddy to hear you cry like a bitch because of me, right?” You covered your mouth with your free hand and nodded. Jungkook smirked and increased his pace. His fingers went in and out of your pussy at an inhumane rate, occasionally pressing down hard on your poor clit making you whine and whimper. He loved watching you writhe and suffer under his mercy. Something about you becoming putty under him, and he is only using his fingers. Your pussy gave out quickly as clear liquid gushed out and coated his digits. “Coming so quickly, doll? I thought you hated me?” He darkly chuckled before pulling out and slapping your cunt once again. You winced and moaned.

Jungkook started removing his clothes, using his loose tie to keep your mouth shut. He ripped your panties off and pushed your dress to your ribs. He stood at the foot of the bed and pulled you towards him before attacking your sensitive pussy. You grabbed his hair and mewled loudly as his tongue started working on your pussy. You were still sensitive from the aftermath of your previous orgasm. Your eyes spilled tears and you tried pushing his head away. Jungkook landed a harsh slap on your ass making you stop your movements. His tongue lapped at your pussy. Plunging into your sensitive hole and sucking your nub. He pressed his face closer into your pussy as your thighs clenched around his head. He held you down with his strong hands, and you were completely at his mercy. Your moans were slightly muffled by the makeshift gag. You grabbed his hair tighter, making him groan against your pussy, The vibrations sent jolts of pleasure to your core. His tongue swirled at your core. His nose was buried in your clit and his chin glistened with your juices, running down his neck. Your legs quivered and shook as he ate you out like a starved man. He pushed your thighs up, pinning them to your chest. A guttural moan escaped your lips as he pushed his fingers inside your soaking wet pussy, his lips sucking and biting down on your poor clit. “Mmm.. you taste so fuckin’ good, doll…” His fingers went in and out, curling and twisting, making you arch your back against his touch. You were seeing stars, and  was suddenly pulled back to earth as he moved away. He looked down at your disheveled state, a devilish smirk was plastered on his face as he watched your eyes fill up with tears. “Pathetic little toy…”

He climbed onto the bed, his knees on either side of you. His lips and neck glistened with your arousal making you shiver, his hair all over the place from your tugging and pulling. Your eyes landed on his hips as you watched him fumble with his pants, swiftly pulling out his aching cock. His cock stood hard and tall; you could see the precum leaking from the tip, and you couldn’t help but moan at the sigh- Your eyes almost popped out of your skull as Jungkook plunged into your pussy with no warning. His thick girth stretched you out perfectly. He groaned as he watched your pussy accustom to his size, even though he had fucked you multiple times. “So tight… mmf- so fucking tight…”. He started moving; slow thrusts quickly turned into fast, harsh ones. You grabbed onto his biceps for stability, digging your nails into his arms as he mercilessly fucked into your cunny. Your eyes were fixated on his face as you watched his face contort in pleasure and greed. He loved watching the little bulge that formed in your abdomen whenever he took you to pound town. “God.. you see that doll? Do you feel me in your little tummy? You’re so tiny… takin’ me in so fuckin’ well…” You glanced down at your abdomen and moaned, your shaky hand reaching down to feel the mound. Jungkook's hand found yours, and he pressed down on it, sending jolts of pleasure after pleasure down to your core. His thrusts never seemed to stop as he continued drilling your pussy. Your thighs and his pelvis coated in a milky layer of your arousal. You writhed and squirmed under his build, his cock hitting all your right spots.

Jungkook grabbed your arms and pinned them to your sides, making sure you didn't move. “Watch it doll… you better stay still and act like a good fucking girl for me.. or else im gonna stop all of this and leave you right here… all needy and bothered, got it?” You cried at his command and nodded, not wanting to disobey him. “Will you behave from now onwards?” He asks, landing a slap on your face before grabbing your chin. You nodded, looking up into his eyes with your tear-filled ones. Jungkook smirked at your submission. He couldn’t help but find it extremely arousing. “Yeah? Gonna act like a good -thrust- girl f’me? You’re a good girl for -thrust- daddy right?” He said, in between harsh thrusts, your body was jerking upwards at each one of them. Your body arched off the bed, and you nodded incoherently. Babbles and random words left your lips as Jungkook pounded into you. He leaned forward and trapped you under his body. His lips found your neck, leaving dark hickeys and bites all over. “You’re mine. Baby. All mine. And nothings going to change that.” You cried out and wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, pulling him closer to your body.

Jungkook chuckled before going rougher on you. Your thighs shook inhumanely, and your nails dug into his back, leaving scratches and bruises. “Pussy was made for me… you feel so good.. so so good…” His mouth continued its relentless assault on your neck, marking you with as many hickeys as he could. Jungkook growled as he felt your pussy clench around his length, signaling that you were close. He lets out a low, rough moan against your neck as he keeps moving against you, his body responding to you and your body in all the right ways. He detaches from your neck for a moment and takes a handful of your hair in his hand, tipping your head back so that you’re looking up at him. “You close baby?” You nod incoherently, your only focus being coming around his dick. He slowly lifts himself up and throws one of your legs over his shoulder, gripping your waist as he helps you reach your climax. His fingers found your throbbing clit, before tugging and pinching the poor nub. You gripped the sheets and threw your head back as the pleasure got more intense. The makeshift gag coated in a thick layer of your saliva. You were a babbling mess. Your brain was mush, and the only thing that is getting registered in your mind is Jungkooks dick going in and out of your cunt. Jungkook found all of this hot and sexy. He loved watching you become putty under him. He loved how you were basically under his mercy. “Look at you… such a mess… and how were you acting minutes ago…? Shouting and -thrust- yelling…” he chuckled darkly. “You probably don’t even know what im saying right now… Cus you’re so cockdrunk and dumb to think of anything else but my dick…”

You screamed out a bit too loudly and buck your hips before squirting all over the sheets and jungkook. A stream of clear liquid gushed out of your pussy. His thrusts and words sending you to another dimension. He grins as he feels you release again, the sound of your cry and the feel of your body shuddering and trembling beneath him sending waves of pleasure through him. He keeps his fingers moving against you for a few moments, trying to prolong your pleasure for as long as possible before withdrawing them slowly. He continued fucking into you, trying to reach his own orgasm. He kisses you deeply and hungrily, his tongue exploring your mouth as his body continues to press down against you.

You were too out of it. Your eyes fluttered as you came down from your high. You weakly looked at him. His forehead was coated in a thin layer of sweat that ran down his body. You pulled him closer to your body and let him fuck into you. “Gosh baby… you’re so good f’me…” you whined and nodded, another knot starting to build up in your stomach. “Im gonna fill you up so well doll… gonna have you leaking my cum… would you like that? You want me to fill you up?” He asked, looking at you, and just smirked because he knew you were too out of it to reply.

He moves his hands down to your hips, grabbing them and flipping you over onto your stomach. His body quickly moves over yours once more, pinning you down on to the bed. He presses his body against yours from behind, his cock grinding into you in a slow, harsh rhythm, his chest pressed against your back, his lips close to your ear as he speaks. “You’re mine, do you understand that? I’m never gonna let you go…” with a few more thrusts, jungkook presses down and fills you up with his hot cum. His heavy balls emptying every last drop into your fucked out pussy. He groaned and moaned in your ears, holding you close to his body as he came down from his high. His breath was ragged and uneven.

He pulls out of you and watches it slowly drip out of your puffy lips. He collapses right next to you and pulls you into his chest. Stroking your sweaty hair and back. “I love you… I love you so much… and im sorry… i really am okay?” You hum softly, finally being able to register his words. “We will talk about this later, okay? I don’t want to lose you…” he pulls you in closer to his body and sigh, loving the warmth of your body against his own, but is quickly interrupted when- 

“Jungkook??? Y/n??? What's going on in there???”

Shit. 

A/N: THANKS FOR READINGGGG I HOPE YALL LIKED IT 💔💔💔💔 think i might js turn into a jungkook blog 🤣😹🙏

Masterlisssttt :3

[witchpassing]

“I’m beginning to think, darling-” She taps the crop against her thigh in thought, folded leather tip level with your eyeline. “-that this may be just a little counterproductive.”

“Miss?” You shift on your knees, suddenly unsure where she’s going with this. There is a routine, an understood sequence of events, anticipation-ordeal-catharsis. Deviations are - unusual.

“I mean, look at you.” The crop strokes your cheek; a flinch, a caught breath, a lingering, flutter-eyed shudder that terminates at the base of your spine. “Can’t even pretend you don’t want it. Takes the edge off somewhat, considering that this is meant to be a punishment. Does it not?”

You do not comment - rhetorical question, response optional - but the rapt attention with which your eyes follow the crop as it settles back into its tap, tap, tap is tell enough.

A laugh. She steps away, tosses her tool upon the low table at the centre of the room; the widening gap tugs a string in your chest, but you have not been told to move. “How many was it this time, doll?” she asks, drawing the pin from her hair. It cascades along her spine, agate-black, heavy as silk. She doesn’t really need to ask, but this time there comes a delicate little hook woven into the skein of the words, and to answer is compulsion.

You swallow. The mechanisms of your throat tick like the tumbling of a lock. “Fifty, Miss.”

She makes a contemplative little hn as she steps behind the folding screen. (An exquisite image of a blood orchid roils upon the silk.) “You know, what I would do is have one of your sisters take it. Cinnabar, perhaps, or Silky.” A small pause for your hitched breath to drop into - time to picture Silky’s tears, Cinnabar’s silent, shuddering resilience - before she continues. “Unfortunate, isn’t it, that they’re in town this afternoon.”

“Perhaps we could–

“No, no,” she says, plucking the sentence from your tongue like a heron with a fish. “No deferrals. I know how important schedule is to keeping you in tune.” You nod your gratitude and wait, violin-string tense, for what comes next.

The witch emerges naked, and everything else in the room becomes immediately and totally irrelevant. She moves without haste, feet silent amid the cloudlike thickness of the rug, sparing not a moment’s regard for the wordless adoration that courses along the lines of her flesh - almost. Not quite. Despite her efforts, you catch the mote of a smile in her gaze as it passes across you. She is no great actress, your Lady, and she loves to be seen.

Then: “I suppose it can’t be helped,” she says, a little sigh of mock resignation. She stretches herself belly-down upon the chaise lounge, catlike, radiant in her shamelessness, and flicks her eyes at you.

“What are you waiting for, sweetheart?” she says. “Begin.”

The crop lies on the table between you; you’d quite forgotten, addle-brained thing that you are, that it was still there. You balk, of course, stutter and freeze, dread blooming in your chest like icewater. Direct order, you have to, but- but–

“I don’t want any fooling around, you understand?” she says. Oh, she’s really beginning to enjoy herself now. She wriggles, settling into the give of the upholstery as if she plans on taking a nap. You can hardly hear her over the tchk tchk tchk of your internals shifting up several gears at once - and yet her voice asserts itself, the very forefront of your mind, sparing you not a syllable. “Do it properly; if I don’t feel it then there’s really no point, is there? As for location, the back of the thighs or-”

“Miss please I can’t-”

“You will.”

You are on your feet, your fingers curling around the hilt of the crop, every string drawn taut. It’s true; you will.

“Don’t worry, love.” She smiles over the crook of her folded arm, and oh, she says it so kindly, as if she isn’t extracting from you a blasphemy. A sliver of honey-gold eye beneath the feather of her lashes, warm and merciless. “I’ll keep count for you.”

[yameoto]

ouhh riding crop with cowgirl!quinn.. need her to be a confident flirt but becoming putty in your hands when a little force is applied. hands tied firm behind her back, face down in the pillows ass up and all whiny because that hurts ): but it hurts so very good. using the handle inappropriately..

— 🪽

she tells you she can take it! she’s hardened. she’s tough. she's spent so much time trying to prove she’s not the fragile porcelain doll her father made her out to he. she's not all frilly little dresses and “yes, sir.”’s “no, ma’am.”'s. she’s a real, rough n’ tumble cowgirl,

point is; she can take a goddamn whipping. except, you have the rope of her lasso twined tight around her wrists and she's laying stomach-down in her childhood bedroom, face shoved against the mattress and asscheeks up in the air, and it's only just dawning on her that, fuck. maybe she's bit off more than she can—

"oh, fuck!" quinn hisses, back snapping upwards as a crack reverberates through in the air, and, shit—that fucking stings!

"are you kidding me?" she whines. what the hell? she’d expected a one two three, at least. her mouth opens to form a retort on how unfair you are, except you don’t even grant her the dignity. she cries out, as another burning strip of red is belted against her ass, and her swears to god her cheeks are vibrating with the force of it. “the hell?” she chokes out before you shut her up with another stroke.

“'the hell?'” you echo, mocking. you bastard. she can't see your arched eyebrow, or your smirk; but she can certainly imagine them. her face is flushed to hell, especially when your hand comes down to ease over the marks, and she thrashes, buckwild at the contact—expecting it to be another strike. at the sound of your laugh, she burrows her face into her pillow and whines as you pinch soft flesh. she hates it. she loves it. your hand pulls away, and your "aint this what you wanted?” makes her scoff.

then you're coming down again, fast and hard and heavy and my god, her ass feels like something from hell. each crack is sharp and stinging, leaves a red welt raised along smooth skin. she's still begging for it, ass arched upwards and fingers wrenching fistfuls in the bedsheets. hotness spreading all over her body, head spinning in a heady daze. she's drunk on it. again, and again, and again, because she has something to prove. everything's throbbing. her ass, her mind, her cunt. she's bucking heedlessly into the sheets, pussy so slick she feel the dripdripdrip all the way down her thighs. you're strapping her so hard all she can do is pant and drool into her pillow.

“‘nother.” she slurs, and, well, how can you not comply?

you reel your arm back, and slam the riding-crop down against her bared ass. she cums the hardest she's ever came before. she's still so wet, cunt glistening as she slumps against the bedsheets, dribbling cum down the back of her legs, ass still up in the air. oh, you'll fuck her with that riding-crop, later. for now, you'll pull her pretty head in your lap and rub gel over her tender ass.

shame she won't be doing any riding for the rest of the week. on horses, anyway.

[impala-dreamer]

Dark As The Ocean

A Tale From The MCU

Stucky x Reader (Bucky/Reader/Steve)

2,142 Words

Warnings: NSFW, Threesome, Cream Pie, Cum Eating, Cum Kisses, Oral, Anal, Fluff, Bucky’s in charge! Steve’s shy, Y/N is just along for the ride. 

A/N: So this happened. For Ashley @because-imma-lady-assface and a square on the Dreamer's Smutty Bingo card my followers made for me!

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It felt like drowning in the best way.

So much crystalline blue surrounded her, eclipsing every other color as if God had turned the vibrancy up and the shadows down.

Steve’s eyes, so innocent yet hungry, swam up and down every inch of her nakedness, riding the wave of each curve and setting her passion on edge.

Bucky, confident and leading, kept his blue eyes locked on her face, watching every minuscule twitch and flutter, leaving only to check on his partner and come back again. He was playing Steve just as much as her, and they were all beyond the point of total arousal, naked and tumbling on the rented bed, reaching higher with every touch.

Steve pulled out, letting her orgasm seep down into the crisp white sheets. He hovered above her, strong arms holding him up while keeping her down. She squirmed against him, tightening her legs around his trim hips and clawing at his biceps. Every bit of her was drunk on pleasure, but she needed more. Her body ached to be filled and her mind was wiped clean of everything but cock.

“Please…” Her eyes were wide and wet; her voice weak and pathetic.

Flattered and empowered by her desperation, he rocked forward and teased the tip of his cock against her slit, pushing in only enough to make her jaw drop and her breath stop.

Her nails dug into his forearm, denting the tanned flesh with perfect slivers that mocked the moon hanging over the Capitol. “Please!”

Steve relented and jabbed deep inside with a quick snap of his hips. Y/N let out a muffled whimper as she tried in vain to hide her filthy cry behind tight lips.

Bucky cleared his throat and her eyes flew to his stern expression. “Don’t hold back, doll. You know I like to hear what’s going on in that dirty head of yours.”

She shuddered at the strength in his tone and chewed her lip, nodding in understanding.

Another deep thrust and her eyes rolled back. “Fuck, Steve-”

“You can do better,” Bucky urged as he slowly fisted his cock. He stood off to the side of the bed, watching intently as the others played.

Y/N moaned as Steve dipped down to lick into her mouth. She wrapped a delicate hand around the nape of his neck and held him there, hazy eyes staring into the deep blue of his irises.

“God, you fuck me so good,” she whispered, arching her back and pressing her tits into his firm chest. “Always need your fat cock, Steve. Fuck!”

His face flushed red as a firecracker and he kissed a shy smile against her lips.

Bucky laughed gently. “There it is. Love seeing you all flustered, Steve.”

She clung to him and rolled her hips, taking him deeper with every thrust.

Steve’s jaw tensed and his eyes shut tight. He moaned wordlessly, too stuck in his rhythm to think. He dipped down to kiss her and his long lashes tickled her cheek. She sighed, lost in heaven as he pushed her down into the soft mattress and licked into her mouth.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, breath hot against her lips.

His eyes fluttered open and Y/N fell into the dark ocean once more.

“So perfect.”

Another kiss and her body tightened around his cock.

“So amazing…”

Y/N came hard, shuddering beneath him and panting against his plump, kiss-swollen lips. “Fuck…”

Steve grinned and slowed his pace, fucking her through the pulsing orgasm until she was moaning loudly and leaking again.

Hard as a rock and enjoying the show, Bucky slowly made his way onto the bed, sneaking up behind Steve. He traced a cold metal finger down the length of Steve’s spine, making him shiver and sit up, arching his back.

“You two are so fucking hot.” Bucky growled against Steve’s back, dropping wet kisses as he moved up to his ear. “I want you to cum, Steve,” he ordered. “Fill up that sweet little peach…”

Without warning, he bit down on Steve’s right shoulder and the hero crumbled. He gripped Y/N’s hips as his own jerked uncontrollably. She could feel him pulsing deep inside her, see the orgasm ripple through his muscles, hear his breath catch. She covered his hands with her own, holding him there and watching every tiny twitch of pleasure on his handsome face.

“Good boy…” Bucky hissed his whisper into Steve’s ear and then departed. He dropped down next to Y/N and propped himself on his right arm.

Panting and empty, Steve pulled away and fell opposite Bucky, curling himself into Y/N’s right side. He nuzzled into her and closed his eyes for a moment, recovering.

Y/N turned her attention to the Soldier; a love-drunk smile painted upon her pretty lips. “Hi.”

He returned the smile but his eyes were dark and lust-filled. “Hey.” Reaching for her, Bucky cupped her cheek, the mechanical palm covering everything. She shivered at the cold and sighed as it warmed nearly immediately. “You having fun?”

She parted her lips to answer, but Bucky dragged his finger across her mouth and pushed it inside. Silenced, Y/N moaned and nodded before clamping her lips shut.

He bit his lip and watched her eyes roll as she sucked. “Fucking gorgeous, ain’t she, Steve?”

Somehow, he managed to lift his head and agree, sliding his gaze up and down her deliciously soft body. “Very.”

“You did a great job fucking her,” Bucky continued, pulling his finger free to let it drift over her flesh. “Got her all limp…” He dipped his hand between her thighs and Y/N arched up off of the mattress, squirming at the touch. “... and warm…” With a flick of his tongue, he caught her nipple in his teeth while dipping a finger into her cunt. She moaned loudly and Bucky grinned. “Just a mess, aren’t you?”

Y/N nodded again and clenched around his finger. “Yeah…”

“A sloppy mess.” He scooped a morsel of cum from inside and lifted it to her lips. “Open.”

She complied instantly, pulling his slick finger back into her mouth and sucking it clean.

“Don’t swallow,” he growled. “Steve needs a kiss…”

Steve hummed in interest and sat up on his elbows to reach her. She kissed him gently and his lips parted, accepting his own cum onto his tongue. He moaned at the tang of it and deepened the kiss.

Bucky whistled. “Taste good?”

The kiss broke and Steve set his eyes on Bucky. “Yes.”

“Hmm…” Bucky dipped back into the mess, this time licking it up himself. His eyes closed as he savored the familiar taste and leaned over Y/N to catch Steve’s lips.

They kissed above her, tongues darting out to mingle in the space between, and Y/N stared in awe as her pussy throbbed with renewed arousal. She reached down on either side of herself and stroked their cocks gently, dragging her fingers from base to tip before wrapping her soft hands around them both. Steve groaned into Bucky’s mouth and tried to pull back, but strong hands held him there. His face was caught in Bucky’s big hands, his eyes locked into the intensity of deep blue staring back.

“I think,” Bucky teased between licks at Steve’s mouth, “you should go clean up the rest of your mess…”

In an instant, Bucky’s right hand was tight around the back of Steve’s neck. He pushed his face down until his mouth was positioned over Y/N’s mound before easing up.

“Go on. Lick her clean.”

Y/N spread her legs wide as Steve crawled between them; sucked in a heavy breath as his tongue traced her slit. Her thighs shook and she squeezed Bucky’s cock tighter, stroking in time with Steve’s frantic licks.

Bucky sat up on his knees and Y/N’s vision went hazy. He was gorgeous- muscles gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat, his pink lips set in a hard line. His breath deepened as she ran her hand down his shaft and he let loose a gravely moan.

“Love your cock…” she mewed, biting her lip as he swelled thicker against her palm.

Bucky grinned and thrust his hips, jabbing the tip of his cock against her side.

Desperate tears welled in her eyes. “Please… please fuck me, Bucky. I need you so bad…”

Blue eyes trailed down her curves and locked in on Steve’s face. “Sorry, doll,” he sighed. “Not your turn.”

He left her with a kiss and disappeared, making her whimper in disappointment.

The cry was short-lived, however, and her breath stopped as Steve sucked a kiss to her clit and curled two fingers into her cunt. She rocked mindless Steven’s hungry mouth, feeling the pressure grow deep inside.

“Gonna make me cum again, fuck!” She squirmed on the sheets and grabbed at his hair as he swirled his tongue in quick, tight circles. “Steve!”

Bucky reappeared, standing at the foot of the bed behind Steve. His cock was slick with lube and his gaze was firm.

“Don’t you dare cum,” he warned. “Not until I say.”

Her thighs clamped tight around Steve’s head. “Fuck!”

Bucky ran his hand down Steve’s back. “Is that a yes?”

Her shoulders shot up off of the bed as the edge quickly approached. “Yes! Yes. No cumming!”

“Good.”

His attention turned to Steve and he gave his plump ass a swift tap. Without verbal prompting, Steve pushed his ass up and spread his knees, balancing on the foot of the bed while keeping his face stuffed blissfully in Y/N’s dripping cunt.

“Such a good boy, Steve,” he praised as he rubbed the head of his big cock against Steve’s hole. “Always so ready for me, aren’t you?”

Steve hummed happily and lapped at Y/N’s swollen lips. “Ready…”

Slowly, Bucky pushed inside, inching his way in as Steve melted between them. He was still for a long moment, lost in sweet sensations and rising bliss. His body eased open, perfectly trained and accepting.

Once fully seated inside, Bucky caressed the pert globes of Steve’s ass and gently rocked forward. Steve came back to life, his cock throbbing and his eyes rolling.

“God!”

Y/N laughed gently at his pleasured shout and stroked his cheek. “You look so happy right now,” she purred.

Chin wet with her juices; body full of his best friend, Steve grinned and licked his lips. His eyes were drifting and unfocused, and he gripped her hips as Bucky pumped into his ass. “I am,” he confessed, “so fucking happy.”

Behind him, Bucky growled and pushed up on his toes, shifting the angle just enough to make Steve’s voice fade and set his tongue to work.

Y/N was drowning again, thrashing against a wave of forbidden pleasure and stuck staring into blue eyes that pulled her down. Jaw dropped and drooling, moments from passing out, she pleaded with Bucky. “Please let me cum, please!”

A smirk tugged at his shadowed lip and Bucky slapped his heavy hand down on the small of Steve’s back, pulling him back as he jerked forward. Each of Bucky’s thrusts drove Steve’s tongue deeper into Y/N and she couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Please! God, fuck!”

 Feeding on her frustration, he stared darkly at her, making her wait, keeping her teetering on the dangerous edge. His own pleasure peaked and his upper lip curled into a sneer.

“Do it,” he groaned. “Cum with me, doll.”

 Her shout eclipsed Bucky’s deep grunts as he emptied into Steve’s ass. He let the man hang there, trapped between quaking orgasms as his cock leaked, untouched and aching. When Bucky finally pulled out, Steve shivered. He could feel every drop trickle down the back of his thighs and he went limp at Y/N’s feet.

Exhausted, Bucky scrubbed a hand down his face and crawled back onto the bed to take Y/N into his arms. She cuddled into him, still shaking and tingling.

“You’re incredible,” she cooed. Her tongue was tired, but she managed well enough. “Both of you.”

Unable to speak, Steve gave her a weak thumbs up.

Bucky dropped a kiss to the top of her head. “So are you.”

“I’m all sticky,” she announced with a laugh.

Again, Steve lifted his hand, this time waving. “Me too.”

Bucky sighed and sat up. “I guess it’s shower time, kids.”

Y/N jumped up and set off for the bathroom. Her legs ached and her pussy was sore, but it was worth every limping step. “Meet ya in there!”

Steve lifted his head and blinked at Bucky, still stunned and utterly spent.

“You coming?”

“Yeah, but-” Steve pushed up slightly and then fell back down with a laugh. “I think you’re gonna have to carry me…”

[jadevoir]

SIMPLE PHOTOS - Rhea Ripley

AN: Sorry for being gone for a little!! Here’s a apology smut :)

- Based on Bash In Berlin (very loosely, just mentioned)

Sum: You’ve been relentlessly sending Rhea risqué photos, so she comes home and teaches you a lesson

TW: Smut, foul language, strap use, cunnilingus mention, mami use (just twice),

Word Count: 1k

Rhea Ripley x Reader

The pinging of your phone had brought you out of your thoughts, almost jumping onto it in excitement as you tried to see what your girlfriend's response was.

‘Keep it up doll, let’s see where it gets you’

You giggled into thin air as you read your girlfriend’s text, your hand ran over your body to smooth out the set of lace lingerie you had on. You typed out a quick smiley face before hitting send and humming in victory.

You had relentlessly sent risqué photos to Rhea knowing damn well that she could walk through that door by the end of the week. But what you didn’t prepare for is the onslaught of emotions you’d feel just because of it.

You were currently laid flat, lace now ripped off of your body as feverish hands gripped whatever they could find. A sharp smack rang out through the room, a hand colliding with your thigh and your mouth letting out a yelp. Your girlfriend was situated between your thighs, mouth kissing and nipping any spot of tender flesh she could get to.

“You thought that was funny baby? Sending me all those photos when i couldn’t even get off to ya” Her words shot daggers through your core, making you impossibly more wet. Almost like a flash, she was up on top of you face to face, her eyes scanning yours.

Your head felt light, you had been teased for what seemed like the past two hours, riding the edge of pleasure till your body trembled beneath her hands. Even throughout this teasing, you had wished for her to give in, the hard bulge pressing into your upper thigh made you whine and squirm.

“Please Rhea… need you so bad” You felt as if your pleas fell on deaf ears, her laugh mocking you as she leaned down to plant hot kisses on your collarbone. Bright red hickeys left in her wake as she latched her lips around your nipple, sucking harshly as she toyed with the other one in her free hand.

In a matter of seconds she had lined herself up with your cunt, pressing the tip of the strap against your aching hole before pushing in slowly. Her eyes had darkened look behind them, watching your face twist in agony was like a special treat

Your hands found their way to her shoulders and back, nails creating bright red streaks and crescent shaped marks as she pushed all the way in, the stretch making you moan loudly.

Without much warning, Her hips moved slowly, gaining speed at the sound of your moans. Her hair was sticky and framed her tense face, skin hot as she thrusted into you.

“Look at you baby, all worked up for me, huh?”

You could barely recognize she was talking to you, too busy relishing in the feeling of the silicon pressing into your walls.

“All you need was to be fucked huh? Where’s all that confidence now?” Her thrusts punctuated each of her words, moans and the sounds of skin on skin filled the room.

Your legs wrapped around her hips and pulled her closer, hands now tangled in her hair as you kissed her sloppily. Tongues battling for dominance and teeth clashing.

Her thrusts became harder and her free hand toyed with your clit, watching as you struggled to keep quiet and your body squirmed beneath her. The heat between you felt scorching, your legs trembling around her hips as you tried to hold yourself back from cumming so easily on her cock

“You gonna cum for me baby? Beg me for it” She hummed maliciously, you could’ve sworn you let out a pornographic whine before you spoke, making her grip your hips tighter (you were sure they’d be bruised tomorrow, and she would eat that up)

“Please please please Rhea! I’ll be good! So fucking good,,, just please” Words tumbled out of your mouth before you could even think, your hips bucking up to meet hers as you chased the high she had deprived you of previously.

Her cock finally hits that one spot making you see stars and almost immediately, She zeroed in on it, letting out a chuckle as she listened to the tornado of begging falling past your lips.

“Better than that. You can do better” She was almost laughing through her words at this point, hitting the spongy spot over and over while making you try to put words together seemed like an all too funny joke, but when her pace slowed down, you knew she was being serious.

“God please Mami! i’ll be so fucking good for you, wont tease you again please please” Her lips turned up into a smirk, hips moving faster once more as she gives in to your pleas. Her free hand traveled to your mouth, pressing her index and middle finger past your lips and gathering your spit before making her way to your clit.

Skilled fingers rub heavy circles on your clit and you immediately feel your high rising again. Eyes screwing shut as your body shakes once more, this time with a little more fever as she brings you to the edge.

“Cum for me sweet girl, cum for Mami. Show me how good you are” She leaned down to kiss and bite at your ear, the sensation of her voice sending goosebumps down your body.

Her thrusts never let up as you moaned loudly, back arching and hands pulling her close as you finally tilted over that final edge. Your cum flowed out over the strap, a smirking Rhea gathered some and took the opportunity to taste. You could hear her groan and felt hands on your thighs, pushing them open against your protests.

“Cum like that for me a couple more times princess, need that site engraved in my brain” She hummed as her body and head moved lower, her mouth latching onto your clit and making you jump and wince.

“You can do it for me, can’t you?”

[sh1-n0bu]

I believe in anemo boys with a small sensitive dick supremacy

-creampuff

♡︎ 𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙙𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙚 ♡︎

characters: sub!6reeze x dom!nb!reader

warnings: degrading, cock shame, praise, overstimulation, edging, usage of toys, bondage, exhibitionism, feminization, pet play, consensual drugging

notes: a gift and request for @creampuff-nonanon . there u go bby also hi sub genshin tags, mama’s back /jk jk jk HEAVY jk

surprised that the mighty and infamous traveler has a small dick? well don’t be. also are you blind as hell? aether? being a dom? having a big dick? with that grab-able waist???? nah

tease him for it. place your hand on his thigh while you two sit together next to each other behind a table at a restaurant, waiting for your orders

then slowly rub circles into his clothed flesh, put a slight pressure on his thigh to remind him of who he belongs to. inch your hand up slowly, make him shiver, gulp and make his breath hitch in his throat as the mighty traveler tries to keep his composure in public

he cries so easily and so prettily

pinch his nipples while palming him through his pants. just a few minutes and aether would be grinding his ass on your crotch, sobbing and whining for you to touch him already

sweetest and most pliant sub. archons he’s such a sweetheart

you wanna dress him up in pretty lingerie? no problem!

want him to bend over your work desk? he’ll do it right away!

want to call him your pretty slut? your sweet bunny? only your pretty doll to stare and fondle and break? he’s more than happy to be called those! just be sure to take good care of his tired body afterwards. we all know he needs it

“haanh♡︎~! [n-nameee] so good♡︎♡︎feels so gooddd aahnn♡︎” tired, salacious moans continued to tumble out of the blonde’s mouth as he throws his head back on your shoulder, hips bucking to try and chase after his nth orgasm for the night as much as he could with your other hand holding his wrists together in a tight grip.

everything felt too much. there were dried tear stains on his flushed cheeks, constantly being replaced with fresh ones. the world looked so blurry, every little sound felt like pans being hit together next to his ear but at the same time everything felt so little. it all felt so little without your hand wrapped around his tiny cock, without your voice to whisper dirty words into his ear, making him shiver and gasp to your words.

aether let out a loud sob as you forced another orgasm out of him, a string of broken noises following along as you continue to move your hand, rubbing the slit of his cock, making him hiss out at the feeling of overstimulation. but aether loved it. he loved it and he craved more of it.

another sweet sub who will pliantly lay down and take whatever you give him without complaints

even if it means having a vibrator slipped inside him for the whole day as he tries to act as normal as possible. however the small glare he sends your way, the slight stutter in his words, the hitching of his breath, the tremble in his legs if he sits in one place for too long - it was all very much noticeable. at least, to you

is definitely into light pet play, feminization and consensual drugging

he literally wears thigh highs under his shorts. take that to your advantage. slip a finger into the tight rubber part where it hugs his pristine pale thigh so lovely, pull back a bit only to snap it back in place with a low schwap!

it’ll have the poor samurai jumping in his heat, trying to hide his reddening face as he shoots you a faux side glare all the while rubbing his thighs together so he can add slight stimulation to his already hardening cock - archons, you really know how to get him going, don’t you?

make him wear a cat tail butt plug, cute pairs of white ears, matching the color of his hair - hell, you can even collar him if you want, kazuha doesn’t mind! but just know that if you’re placing a collar around his neck, he’s expecting you to take him in a mating press until he passes out

also likes feminization to a certain degree. the cute lingeries, stockings, mini skirts that barely hide his hardened tiny dick and the material of the skirt that keeps rubbing the sensitive head of his member - he loves it all

small, muffled whines is heard from inside the small room that keeps the cleaning supplies of the crux. anyone who passes by would easily be able to know what’s going on inside it. good thing it was the middle of day time and every members were busy on deck outside with their respective jobs.

after all, if anyone were to hear the sluttish moans and sobs of the fucked stupid samurai, who’s barely keeping himself pushed against the door on his toes, you would certainly be more than jealous. kazuha is your pretty slutty kitty and you want nothing more than to simply keep him to yourself.

with his hands tied up, covering his mouth to quiet himself and the slight grinding movements of his doughy thighs weakly rutting himself against you - you would mistake him for an angel sent only for you. but, you want to keep him only to yourself. especially that cute teary eyed, flushed face of his♡︎.

oh lawd have mercy. i have a very detailed, improper, lecherous thoughts of this twink and you all know it by now

i already have a fic written abt small dick xiao supremacy and it’s here if you wanna read it yourself

but, to keep it in short and to infect y’all with my new brain worm - imagine! the tattoo on his abdomen goes all the way down to the next of his tiny cock and it glows when he’s feeling overstimulated

jerking him off over and over, making him create a mess on the sheets, on your hands, creating a small puddle of cum on his abs - you only hum with a sadistic tone as xiao cries out, releasing another load as his legs weakly twitch

make him wear a cute panty inside his pants, he would have a cute flush on his cheeks the whole day even when he’s slaying creatures or simply watching liyue from the top of one of the great mountains of the geo nation

and imagine imagine!!!! xiao in heat!!!

but even beTTER❗️

sub xiao in heat who has a small sensitive cock, who wants to fuck you full but doesn’t know what to do or where to start and so he simply lays back on the nest that you two created, sobbing, wailing and trashing around as you force the nth orgasm from him that night

everything felt dizzy. the room felt too hot and every intake of breath was followed by a loud lecherous sound. was that sound truly coming from him? from the infamous yaksha? the last standing guardian of the geo lord and his nation?

“how pathetic, xiao” his legs twitch, tattoos glowing brighter as he cries out, sure to make even celestia know your name. the poor yaksha felt humiliated but he also craved more of it.

he wanted you to completely break him until his mind can only remember your word, the feeling of your hand on his cock and the feeling of your strap/cock shaping his hole, rearranging his insides until he’s sure his body is accustomed to your shape and size.

another strangled scream escapes the adepti, hand starting to turn into claws as he clutches at the pillows under him like a lifeboat, scales and feathers starting to appear on the back of his neck, his arms and thighs - ah, what a beautiful bird you have, wrapped up around your fingers.

another sub that likes feminization. however unlike kazuha he can totally dress up and wants a princess treatment

whether it be a skirt, a dress, lingerie, stocking, bathrobe or even those cute but still sexy costumes - venti can rock every single one of them and he does it with pride

i see him as the type of sub who’s more of a pillow prince. he just wants to lay down on the soft bed that you two share and let you do the work. of course there will be a few helps and guiding here and there, maybe he would even ride you if he feels like it that day

also, he’s the type to tease you. i don’t make the rules or maybe i do

the type to throw you a side glance with a wink when you’re both at angel’s share, taking the night slow and peaceful until the little shit decides to be a rat and make himself comfortable on your lap

it may seem innocent and lovey-dovey to others at first but don’t be fooled. he’s secretly grinding himself on your crotch, intent on making you feel the low buzzing of the vibrator he slipped inside himself

be sure to make him pay for it afterwards. only good boys get praises and prince treatments after all

“[name]! [n-name]! pleaashee ‘m shorry♡︎!! won't-won't do it aga-AANGH♡︎♡︎!!!“ came out venti’s pleas as you piston your hips to ram into his sweet spot more roughly. he was being a teasing little shit, of course this was bound to happen.

but, you suppose you’ve been mean to him for long enough today. not only was the archon’s hands were bound together in a pretty teal ribbon, he was also not allowed to cum the entire time as well. hmm, perhaps you could be nice. just for once though.

reaching a hand down between his shaking legs, you start to skillfully work your hand up and down his sensitive tip slowly. ah, seems like you were right. only a few strokes and he’s cumming all over your hand with a lecherous sob. so unlike an archon.

you should do this to him more♡︎.

another bratty sub. archons when would they stop being such a little shits

will talk back, will defy your rules and disregard your warnings and will cry and plead for a break when his tiny dick is being overstimmed by the flesh light you’re torturing him with

another sub that’s into pet play as well. but he tends to lean more towards the puppy side unlike kazuha and xiao who leans towards the cat side

i don’t know if you guys noticed but he canonically wears a choker in his day to day outfit and i think that alone itself says a LOT about the kind of pet play he would be into

wouldn’t mind having you connect a cute leash to his collar, forcibly making him cockwarm you for hours as he writhes on your lap, unable to focus on his paper work. while you’re at it, be sure to tug him down by the leash to sit snuggly on your lap again if he tries to move - which i’m pretty sure he would

use the side cuts to his shirt to your advantage. slip a hand in and pinch his nipple, that’ll be more than enough to have him jumping in his seat with a surprised squeak, looking at you with a shell shocked face blooming a pretty red color

hell, you can even use his cute flat chest as a free stress balls. they’re the perfect size and gets the most delicious of reactions out of the detective

“the suspect s-seems to be telling the truth-hnggh♡︎! w-when he said that he wa-aanhh♡︎♡︎!!” the detective on your lap moaned, trying to finish reading his reports out loud as you had asked him to, only to fail and end up moaning out loud when you pulled him back down by his leash, hitting his sensitive spot in the process.

archons, this whole cock warming thing had been going on for hours. hours! and yet you still insist on making him suffer more? just how cruel could you get?

swallowing a sob that was rising in his throat, heizou took a stuttered breath in, willing himself to continue with your punishment as long as you see fit.

even as his legs start to twitch, his breathing becoming labored, his words turning into a jumbled mess and strings of broken noises come from his throat, heizou will bear the punishment. it’s exactly what he wanted after all♡︎.

dear lord have merch once again ugh

if you guys have read my nsfw fanfics and have been stalking my account since it’s birth then you guys know by now the amount of vile shit i wanna do to this man consensually ofc

i personally like to think of him as a transmasc bc come on. the power of pussy but for this one, i’ll make him have a dick

an incredibly small one

and super sensitive

also has a thin line of his tattoo going down rigggghhtt beside his member, which glows when he’s being teased or overstimulated

poor little crybaby. he’s been sucked over and over for who knows how long, his legs are twitching, hips trying and failing miserably to pull himself away, weak hands pushing at your head - all to no luck

at this point, the puppet is ready to give up. honestly

you’re saying something. something about him being tasty or some shit but he can’t understand

that mushy head of his is too fried to even properly understand anything

use that opportunity of his momentary shutting up to your advantage and teach him to never call you any mean names again . of course it must be followed by a nice long bath and a sweet amount of kisses

wanderer tried to form a sentence - a plea to make you pull away from his cock, a gurgled whine and slurred speech of unidentifiable words tumbling out of his mouth. it only got more and more high pitched and hurried as he felt another wave of orgasm approaching.

hand pathetically pawing at your head, more tears replacing his old ones as the knot in his stomach tightens, bends and sways until it finally breaks - making the short puppet let out a cacophony of sobs as he cums into your mouth again.

for a simple puppet who was first created to become an archon, his cum sure tasted sweet, like a mix of strawberry and sweet berry juice. how adorable♡︎.

[tinyfishtits]

Saddle Horn(y)

Micah Bell / Female Reader

Summary: Micah shares his saddle with you and things heat up when the saddle horn gets you off.

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1,072 Tags: Smut, Fingering, Public Sex

Authors Note: I simply do not care about the logistics of two people riding a horse, let me live in the fantasy I have created 🤠

★ Read on AO3 ★ ☆ Masterlist ☆

Micah drags you away from a bar fight you didn’t start, but were intent on ending. He pulls you onto the back of Baylock and rides off back to camp. The saddle wasn’t fit for two people, and so you found yourself awkwardly half-propped atop Micah’s thighs, squeezed between him and the horn of the saddle which digs rhythmically into the bundle of nerves between your legs. You start to wriggle, attempting to fight back the building pleasure threatening to unwind you. 

A moan begins to rumble up your throat and you force it back down, your body erupting with heat as a climax builds, your stifled moans escaping as pitiful whimpers. You throw your head back against Micahs shoulder, panting as you come down from the apex of your saddle-horn-induced pleasure. 

Micah slows baylock, his voice concerned as he questions you. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Did-“ He stops as a residual wave of pleasure causes your hips to jerk and coaxes a proper moan from your throat. “Oh doll…” his voice is a whisper against your ear, hot and crooning. Overcome with adrenaline from the bar fight and body now reeling with heat you turn your head to face him, searching for his hand and guiding it to the budding wetness between your thighs. 

“Micah” you breath against his lips and a guttural sound, almost a snarl, rips out from him as he takes your lips in his with so much force your hand shoots up to his face, grasping at him both to stop you from tumbling off the saddle and to keep him pressed against you. But he doesn’t let you fall, his arms already tightly wrapped around your waist, holding you close. His strong hands snaking under your clothes and kneading at the burning flesh underneath as his lips take yours sloppily and with so much pent up need you wonder briefly just how long he’s wanted this.

But all thoughts evaporate the second a warm hand trails under the hem of your pants and finds the furnace between your legs, burning for him. Your mouth fills with heat and lips vibrate as you both moaned into each other, sinking into the other as you lose yourselves in a flurry of want and need and primal desire… his thumb deftly circles your clit, pressing into it slow and hard when he brought you too close too quickly, the pressure of his warm digit dragging out the waves of pleasure that wanted so desperately to crash, so close to the edge but never allowed to cross it. 

You could feel his own desire stiffening in his pants at your back, throbbing with every whimper and moan he coaxed from you with only a single finger. You knew he was a dexterous son of a bitch, but this? You never thought you’d be jealous of a gun before, but here you were, wishing you were the one holstered on his hip all hours of the day… that It was you he spent hours tending to, rubbing with oil and swinging theatrically around his finger. 

Micah whispered your name as his lips fell to your neck. Thumb still teasing your clit, he slipped two fingers inside of you and your hips hungrily thrust into them, wanting every inch of him there was to take. You hadn’t been aware of your surroundings, so wrapped up in his touch, that you didn’t even hear the approaching wagon until it was just a few yards away. Micah, likely aware of the approaching witness and just wholly unbothered, continued his work between your legs.

No longer wasting time with teasing, he gave you the full force of his dexterity, the speed and strength of his fingers unrelenting. His other hand found its way to your breasts and started toying with your nipple, already hard and aching. He was giving you everything, the overstimulation bordering on torturous as your mind struggled to process all the fireworks firing in your nerves. His lips and teeth on your ear was the last straw, the sound of your name rasping out between his moans your undoing. 

The wagon was upon you now, the sound of horse hoofs and rattling wood ambling past you. You couldn’t have looked at whoever passed if you wanted to, as a devastatingly powerful wave of pleasure finally crashed, ripping through you like a tsunami, destructive and relentless as it swallowed you up and you gave into it, drowned yourself in it. You couldn’t help the scream that burst out of you as the peak hit and you came crashing back down, body trembling with aftershocks.

Micah chuckled into your neck, lazily kissing the skin there, warm hands still firmly grasping your flesh, though their ministrations had ceased. Micah’s low, gravely voice wrapped around you as you started to regain awareness. “Well well…” His mustache tickled at your neck as he spoke, “that ain’t how I saw this night ending.” He said, the tone of his voice a low, seductive purr. “Ending?” You repeated, breathless and sounding more desperate than you really meant to, but the thought of that being it … the end.   

His lips curved into a smile against your skin. “If you want to keep at it darlin I’ll be the last person to stop ya.” He said with a laugh, peppering more kisses to your neck as his hands fell away from your body, taking up the reins once more. “But we should get off the road… or the horse, at least.” Your eyes shot open at the reminder of where you were. “Oh god did that person- did they see?” You asked, the mortification finally settling in. You’d never been one for PDA, never even gone so far as to kiss a lover in public past a quick peck on the cheek.

Micah barked a laugh. “Didn’t have to, doll. Everyone within a mile heard you scream out my name.” He said smugly. You slapped his thigh, the easiest part of him to reach, and he chuckled once more. “I may have screamed yours…” You said, grinding your hips back into his lap and coaxing a sweet moan from him. “But you moaned mine” You teased, with more than just your words. The sound that escaped Micah’s lips then was practically a growl. “What will it be darlin’? Back to camp, or-” He started, but you interrupted. “Or. Definitely or.”

[olrinarts]

Day 3: Rise From the Dead, featuring both my godform lamb and a bonus short:

Narinder had never died before.

Even when the Lamb fought him, he hadn’t died – he’d been humiliated, he’d been reduced, but he hadn’t died.

As he watched the cliff edge race away above him, the watery air of Anchordeep doing nothing to slow his fall and the monster that had tackled him now tumbling in his wake, Narinder had time to wonder if it would hurt.

It did. The first crash snapped his spine, and wasn’t even kind enough to numb him; he felt every broken limb after, and the first blinding instant where his skull caved in – and then it was done.

Only, it wasn’t. The pain was gone, but he was still in a jumble of limbs in the darkness. For a moment, he thought that he had simply gone numb and was dying slowly. Then something touched him. Fingers. Very large ones. Some were warm skin; some were smooth bone; some were soft velvet.

Narinder was picked up by six hands and tenderness, and by the time he was set back on his paws, he knew both where he was and what was happening.

‘You spoke truly, when you described how you looked as a god,’ he said, looking up at the Lamb’s godform and doing his best to ignore the sense of vertigo. ‘It is… unusual.’

The Lamb laughed, voice no louder than usual but much, much bigger. ‘Thanks, you sure know how to flatter a god,’ they said dryly, poking him very lightly with one of their doll fingers. ‘I take it something went wrong? The missionary pendant didn’t work?’

‘I imagine it had some difficulty mitigating a fall into a near-bottomless chasm.’

‘Oh, yeah, that’d do it,’ they said, nodding. ‘And you’re doing okay?’

‘You have resurrected me, so yes.’

They poked him again. ‘You know what I mean.’

He looked away. He’d been Death for millennia; something so paltry as a single death wouldn’t shake him. He refused.

They sighed. ‘Alright, I’ll make you a deal,’ they said, and he looked back up at them. ‘You know and I know that you’re going to need a minute, and as much as I’d like you safely home, you’re also safe right here. So if you’re willing to pretend you’re doing me a favour by staying a while, I’ll tell you a secret.’

He’d been about to refuse, but much to his annoyance, that caught his attention. ‘What kind of secret?’ he said, all three eyes squinting up.

‘You’ll have to find out, won’t you?’ the Lamb said lightly. ‘I’ll let you go home instead, if you’d really prefer. But then you don��t get the secret.’

He huffed. ‘Very well,’ he said, ‘since you are looking for an excuse for company.’

‘Yep,’ they said, nodding seriously, but their eye was twinkling. ‘It’s not like most of me is Above, and all the rest of me is meeting every other soul that’s dead. So? You want the secret?’

They set their left hand down (well, their flesh left hand. They did have two others.) It was only for the sake of the secret that he let himself sit on it, lifted in the cradle of their fingers, the way he’d once carried them. No other reason. ‘Well then?’ he asked.

‘I’m going to tell you my name,’ they said as they set him against the right side of their chest, where the wool was. He could hear the steady beat of the red sateen heart in their ribcage, and he supposed that someone else might find it soothing, if they were inclined to such things. ‘But there’s a story that goes with it first, before I’ll tell you. Ready?’

‘If you insist,’ he said, because he knew they wouldn’t.

[double--hh]

Abducius is the type of guy to laugh at horror/ extreme cinema due to how tame they all are compared to his own handiwork. He thinks the gore is unrealistic.

Friday the 13th? That’s child’s play. American Horror Story? He had a good laugh. The human centipede? Intriguing but nothing like the real thing. Those American Guinea Pig movies and Tumbling Doll of Flesh? Getting there but it pales in comparison to the abominations he’s created.

bro is excluded from movie night anymore.

He told Yan Luo to stop overreacting to whatever they were watching and got his dick ripped off again.

[multiwreckedmess]

[2:15 AM] Ex!Hongjoong

Sort of toxic, possessive ex-boyfriend Hongjoong. Mistakes are made. I tried to make pretty gender-neutral.

800 ish words. Not proofread. Kinda hate-sex but nothing is graphic.

 “This is a bad idea.”  “So?” Hongjoong mutters as his lips press against juncture between your neck and shoulder. “Tell me no and we’ll stop.” His arms confidently curl around your waist, one hand sliding down to wrap around yours. Holding your hotel’s key card hesitantly, he helps you press the card to the reader, the heavy clunk of the metal lock thundering in your stomach as it unlatches. His lips curl into a small knowing smile. He knows you won’t tell him no or to stop. You’re just as crazy as he is.

 Its your hand that tips the door handle down, Hongjoong’s arm tightening to keep you from tumbling through the entryway. “This is so fucking stupid.” You continue to babble as he undresses you like a living doll. The tip of his nose presses into your flesh before his lips reach you as he peppers your skin with kisses. If you were a romantic, you’d have thought he was giving you time to stop him. That was not him though, maybe it was at one point but not now. It was because he liked to see you squirm in anticipation. Calculated little denials as he skims over your naked form.  “You can still say no,” he warns again. “You can always tell me no.”  But you really can’t. No matter how much you know it would be best for the both of you, you can’t.

 Pressing your back into the bed, you watch him from between your knees casually toss his thick rimmed glasses towards the pillows. He’s otherwise still fully clothed, maybe a few buttons down as he ducks between your thighs. Damn, he’s missed being on his knees for you. Sharp tongued and plush lipped, his mouth wasn’t only good at convincing ears. Quickly working miracles below the belt, he knows your number better than his own. Soft gasps and whines fill the air set to the beat of your heart he can feel on his tongue as he laps at you, stuffing you full as you clench around him. Slowly his hand finds yours, fingers weaving through to replace your balled fist on the sheet. Only he does this for you.  His hair is rebelling, sticking at odd angles as he comes up for air. The five o’clock shadow is barely starting to peak through his fair skin.  “I’ve missed hearing you like this,” he lets the words hang casually in the air as your breaths buoy them. The cold clang of his belt hitting the floor and zipper coming undone punctuate it.  “Liar,” you pant.  “You’ve called me worse,” he smiles. The blunt head of his cock is warm against you. Well lubricated by precum, he still takes his time, sliding the shaft along you, your hips raising to meet him. A rhythm you can’t resist. He slides into you, no condom. Just like old times. Your eyelids seal shut and brows pinch together, breathing getting rougher. Hongjoong waits, hand coming down to where your pelvises meet to slowly stroke you. “You can still tell me no and we can stop.”

 You’d think it was love if you didn’t know better. His subconscious rutting betrays him. Playing fast and loose at the precipice of cumming he only wants to see how close he can get you before you beg him. Or at least that’s what you assume. His motions get faster and faster until you’re fucking yourself on him while he’s barely moved an inch. All while his eyes gaze at you, memorize you, memorize this.  “You haven’t fucked anyone else since, have you?” Hongjoong curls over you, caging over your body as he drives himself deeper, depriving you of your peak. “I can feel your desperation.” His lips are so close to yours but he refuses to kiss you. Instead he nips at your collarbone and watches as you arch into him, clenching hard around his length.  “You’re fucking crazy,” your nails drag on his delicate skin leaving raised welts in their wake. He’s not wrong and that’s what makes you angry. Leveraging the power of your thighs you meet his thrusts as you cling to him, bouncing yourself into the sheets.  “You love it,” he sneers. Both of you groaning and gasping with the unshackled ferocity of two people who’d seen the worst of each other. Your muscles ache as they contract again, his face buried in your neck. Lips and teeth grazing over the column of your throat, lust burns deeply in your gut. Death approaches and you want him to kill you.

 You grit your teeth and cum silently, nearly whiting out from the pressure. You don’t want to give him the satisfaction. He empties himself deep inside of you shortly after as your walls work every last drop from him. As if you could hide what he already knew.

 Hongjoong doesn’t linger, pulling his spent cock from you and shuffling to the bathroom to survey the damage. Smirking as he listens for your distant whimper. You missed him already.

His. Only. His.