#tw: impact play

[m-itsukikoga]

i need to slap that man ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[arvandus]

I need a scumbag bartender Toji to bend me over the pool table after closing time.

[late-to-the-party-81]

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐻𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐻𝑜𝓁𝒹𝓈 𝒜𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒫𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇

Summary: Loki Holds all the power in his hand when he wants you.

Pairing: Loki x Plus-sized! Reader

Word count: 844

Warnings: 18+!! SMUT!, IMPACT PLAY KINK! ( well my attempt at it lmao) Spanking, DOM! Loki. Use of a flogger. Language, unprotected sex.

A/N: My first kinktober fic. I hope you enjoy this. As always let me know if I missed tagging something!. Kinktober23 list

From the minute you walked into the room, he had his eyes on you, and as you drew nearer to him, they followed every step you took. His desire for you increased as a result of the intoxicating scent of your perfume. Loki looks down at the garment that hugs your body and contours flawlessly.

His eyes lock onto yours as you raise your head to meet them. "Darling, you look delectable tonight, I just want to ruin you." He pulls off your dress with a flick of his fingers. He was naked from the waist up and stood tall. He stretched his stance, a perfect arc of long limbs from his heavy boots leading to the top of his huge cock. Signature leather tights rested snug to his firmly formed hips. His hands traced the contours of your figure, feeling each line for signs of resistance. He couldn't locate any.

"Take me, my prince," you said as he placed his palms on the curve of your ass, which had been peeking out from his favorite panties on you.  "Mhm, I think I just might have too," He said, as he became transfixed on your sallow eyes that were looking up at him.

When your palm was turned upward and cupped his rigid length through the cloth covering it, he tipped his head back and gasped in pleasure. He slowly backed away from you as his eyes tore through your body. He was aware of your previously existing wetness, slickness, and readiness for a full-on fuck.

A long flogger emerged within his right palm, which blazed. He wielded it like a weapon, the lashes enclosed in dark green leather and glinted in the firelight as it stretched towards you.

The rough leather caressed your face, delicately tapping you once. His eyes glinted as he slid the tool between your breasts, assessing your obedience. "Turn around, my dear, hands down…ass up." His rich voice, filled with sensual need,  shot a rush through you, leaving you wet and longing for his touch.

As he pulled his rapid attack through to completion, the flogger hurt vibrantly on the delicate flesh. As you prepared for the next wonderful stroke, you caught sight of the god's backhand out of the corner of your eye; Thwack

Each one pushed you farther into the bed. As he marked you again and again, his unrestrained hand found its way to the bottom of your back, cursing dirty insults that made you tighten. Your mind raced; Thwack

As he took his fill, you whimpered like a whore against the covers. He was lethargic. Purposeful. loving each flawlessly timed measure of his dominance's theatrics.

You wanted to be satisfied with the blistering heat inside you more than anything, for his magnificent cock to comfort you from within and out; Thwack

"Only a couple of more, my Love…you're performing so well," he said softly as he reached down to kiss your backside. He moved his long fingers along your curves and reached your yearning cunt, his name spilled from your lips, increasing to the origin of pleasure which he knew so well.

You felt like you were floating on air, engulfed in the pleasure and agony of his every touch. As he took his hand away from you, the angle altered dramatically. As he unfastened his pants and gripped both of his hands onto your hipbones, the flogger slipped to the floor. His breath caressed your face as he pressed his chest against your back. "Give in to me now, my little slut," he hissed as he slipped his cock into you from behind. "Come around your master's cock, envelope me in your devotion…" His voice got raspy as you gasped, finally feeling him inside of you.

Loki's speed quickened with each thrust, and he lifted his palm and placed a harsh slap on your redden ass as his sperm spurted into your urgently keening cunt as you longed for the pressure his pelvic thrusts offered. "Fuck.. Yes right there, darling!" he thrust one last time, and you fell over the edge with a strangled shout of your prince's name. You both dropped onto the bed, exhausted. As he wrapped you in his arms and kissed you tenderly, his moist hair fell into your eyes.

"Darling, this was phenomenal…" he breathed as you kissed him on the neck. His chest vibrated with heavy breaths, and the salt of his sweat that accumulated on his muscles clung to your lips as you kissed him again. "We certainly must do this again."

"I agree," you giggled, the comforting afterglow of your climax calming the stinging feeling on your lower body. "It felt amazing, but my ass is sore now" He chuckled darkly as he twisted over you, trapping you to the bed as his hair fell to your face and your waiting lips.

"I know a different thing that might be able to ease your mind of the soreness" He declared lustily over you, as he began to kiss his way down your abdomen.

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[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

“what’re you running away for?” JAKE SULLY asks like his dick isn’t the size of an extra arm, divvying up your insides. fluid hips scooping up to stroke your pretty guts raw. opposite arm reaching across your tailbone to squeeze and give your little ass cheek a smack. he bites his bottom lip watching your poor sex struggle to house him; your arched spine twitches when it can’t decide whether to hold out or straighten. the tip of him kisses your cervix, and you cry out as you clutch the furs underneath you. “yeah, take it, baby. fuckin’ take it.” he murmurs, dirty talk from his time as a human resurfacing like a bad habit. your cunt sputters like it’s responding, a ring of white cream bubbling out while he’s shoving his cock in. when you stay still, his fingers and thumb pinch the fat of your ass, guiding you to rock and rut. “that’s my girl.” he’s proud.

[sh1-n0bu]

I just saw elf bf post and id like to suggest for your consideration: elf bf learning what kink is and learning that he has some very unorthodox (for an elf) interests. Maybe he is intrigued by crossdressing, cuckolding, or exhibitionism/voyuerism because the idea is so taboo to an elf. Maybe he wants to try bondage or total power exchange because he’s always been told that partnerships are always equal (or that elves are better than humans) and submitting to a mortal partner makes him feel rebellious (but at the same time he feels safe because the person dominating him is his partner who he trusts). Maybe he has a praise kink because he doesn’t often get told “you’re a good boy and I’m proud of you.”

So many options! I wonder what you’ll do with them? 👀

ouuhhhhh anon this is such a big brain thing, lemme crawl inside ur skull

elves, by the standard of the world so far since nearly the beginning of time, has always been deemed as the ‘best’ race to ever walk the lands. tall, regal, elegant, fairest and wisest eternal beings who don’t even get sick. wounds heal quick unless they’re mortal, or of the broken heart. they don’t tire easily nor are they quick to fall. the perfect race

so what happens when said perfect race falls in love with the imperfect one? when an elf falls in love with a human? and said relationship is taken seriously between said lovers, bound for eternity together, blessed by the stars and the moon? well, you get something like you and your elf husband, a human and an elf, happily married

and extremely happy in the bedroom too

as the most perfect race, elves always had a certain amount of ego to themselves. it’s not so high and mighty to the point they could die if they fall from said ego’s height, but it’s always there. it’s like an instinctive feeling, akin to how humans are instinctively stubborn and passionate. too emotional. and due to their ‘perfection’, elves barely get any words of hostility aimed towards them unless it’s by a few passing dwarves or their kin who had been angered. praise has always been a normal thing to fall upon their pointy ears, so much so they count it as the norm

so for an elf to being into degraded, it is rare and frowned upon. why would the most perfect creatures require any words other than the highest form of acknowledgment? but your husband was into it. and you too, to certain extent. whispering filth into those cute, pointy twitching ears of how disgusting and vile he is to enjoy having human hands on him gets his cock hard in his pants within milliseconds. calling him a slut for moaning out loud when you simply grasp his hair has him rubbing his thighs together, feeling the familiar aching heat in his groin. and stars, have mercy on him when you lean in, strong arms caging him from behind between your warm body and the table as you spit out, “pointy eared whore” into the skin of his neck, hot breath sending shivers down his body. by that point, your elf husband’s all but clawing at your clothes, hopping onto the table all too eagerly as he spreads his legs for you

crossdressing is a mixed feeling for the elven race entirely for one, they are just such an eternally graceful beings to the point it becomes hard to tell the difference between some of their genders and two, their clothes share a lot of similar things. long, flowing clothes made of the finest materials any hands could ever touch

but your hubby loves it! the soft and frilly skirts, the smoothness of the dresses or even the breezy laces and provocative bras and thin underwear with straps to keep them up on the flesh of his hips. and don’t even get him started on his love for the ‘dancer’ outfit. the long loincloth like skirt, the golden chains at the sides to keep them perched on his waist and the tiniest bras possible paired with the mouth covering cloth. your elf husband is your private entertainer for the whole night, swaying his hips, twisting his hands and running them over the curves of his body as he gives you the most shit eating grin underneath the mouth cloth, makeup covered eyes narrowing hypnotically at you

it wouldn’t last too long on his lips when he’s being fucked in the very same outfit, being forced to keep the skirt to the side by his hands so you wouldn’t get it dirty for his next dance. not like it ever happens, your elf hubby’s a little crybaby, whining about how mean and rough you’re handling your dancer, sobbing fat tears about how your rough human hands were leaving bruises on his soft, creamy skin

owh lawddd the amount of times he pulled you to the side, into an empty room or behind some particularly huge tree when out on a walk so you could fuck him behind it has lost count. exhibitionism seems to be one of his favorites since he loves it so much, giggling about a quickie or “i promise, i’ll be silent this time” when you both know it’s not true at all

keep his one leg up with a hand hooked under his knee, pushing his chest flush against the cold marble walls or the bark of the tree for him to cling for stability while the filthy wet smacks of your cock constantly squeezing into his tight hole fills the area. just as loud as the whimpers of your pointy eared husband, whose ears twitch and droop so cutely. who bites down onto his hands and knuckles to shut himself up to no avail, always stuttering out “r-rough..! sho rough♡︎! can’t—can’t haaagh h-hold it i-eek hiigc! c-can’t hold it in ’nymoowr♡︎” as if he wasn’t the one who asked you to pound his pathetic hole until he was seeing stars. it’s as if he doesn’t care that someone could hear or even stars forbid, see them right now! doing such a dirty and private deed out in public place, where any elf with their sharp senses could hear, see or even smell the musky scent of sex

your elf husband’s boobs always jiggle so cutely whenever you fuck him, bouncing as you thrust the strap into his soppy hole. who even has a bit of a thing for feminization, whining out how you were fucking his womb, “y-nyur human d-dick is kissingg ma-agh my cerviiixx♥︎!!”, who rubs a hand over his slightly bloated belly with a dazed look in his eyes, slurring of “… got knocked up… by a human heheeh..♡︎” as if he could get pregnant. who has the cutest shrill squeals whenever you suckle on his nipples, biting around his areola to leave a mark as he weakly slaps at your back, speaking of how fucking animalistic and bestial you are

“s-so cruel… such a vile mortal—!”

elf husband who loves loves lovessssss bondage and sensory deprivation! an absolute rope bunny, he is! choosing the most finest and softest silk in the color he likes for special days, picking up the harsh and rough material ropes for the days when he wants to feel the sting, the pain, the adventure. who is into being tortured and overstimulated, forced to cum beyond what he is used to by your rough hands or hot mouth while his words turn to incoherent babbles as he tugs uselessly against his bindings. he’s just a weak, helpless little bunny in your lair, hungry wolf! please be gentle with your sharp fangs on his tender skin and smooth planes of muscle. such a sweet, innocent bunny like him could never handle the rough mating of days and nights a hungry wolf like you have planned for him♡︎

a bit of a masochistic elf husband who loves to have his senses deprived off of him. hands tied behind him, legs tied in a spread out manner and blindfolded with a dark cloth over his eyes. leave his ears free and make him try and guess what you would do to him. snap a belt or a riding crop onto your hand and watch as he flinches, jolting in place at the sound, wondering when and where it would land on his perfect body. his thighs? arms? chest? stomach? or perhaps even his cock and you would be mean enough to make him count how many hits it takes until he is cumming untouched, soiling his stomach as his blush spread all the way to his shoulders due to the whole shame. make him ponder, make him squeal at the unexpectedness, make him cry out in surprise, make him shake in the excitement of it all. he can take whatever pain and pleasure your human hands could dish out

and when he gets too loud, just shove something into his mouth. maybe a peace of cloth or even your own undergarments, whichever fits, whichever you want. he’ll be chewing on them and wetting it with his tears and saliva by the end of it

aiya yall are corrupting me. animals animals

[sorcererkiller]

so many gaming companies can't even pretend to hide their disdain for fat people and its infuriating trying to get anyone to care. like even the most popular and enjoyable games just. forget fat people exist. hades game? one single fat mini boss character design. bg3? no fucking fat tav allowed i guess. or if they do put thought into usually a single fat character their thoughts begin and end with "fat equals greed and laziness". little nightmares, resident evil. don't even get me started on genshin impact. a skinny white girl holding a taco is still skinny. her whole fucking waist is the width of just one of my thighs. give me a break.

[zillychu]

Venti listened when the bard told him "be careful, you're not a wisp anymore, you could really hurt us". But he only really understood when a stray blade of wind, so small and thoughtless--sliced open the chest of the one he wanted to protect the most.

[m-itsukikoga]

need to tell that man he hits like a bitch stat

[snowluvvie]

Rafe’s doing lines off the table at his own party and embarrassing the hell out of himself, and you by association—another one of your friends was just whispering about the way he’s hunched over that damn table upstairs. drunk and done with his shit, you storm up there and smack the back of his head in frustration—it ends up being harder than you meant, he hits his face on the glass table and you regret it immediately. he pulls himself up from that hunched position, nursing his reddening lip with his tongue, eyes filled with more fury than he’s ever directed at you, especially after he sees partygoers laughing at you two

you open your mouth to say something, but he’s so fast when he grabs you by your neck to shake you around and scream about how “you think that shit’s fucking funny, huh? g’head. laugh. if shit’s so fuckin funny then fuckin laugh.” he cracks you in the mouth, too, says something about “now we fuckin match, don’t we? you happy, baby? happy that we’re matching?” as your own lip starts swelling up

he’s grabbing your hair by the roots and dragging you upstairs. his coked out rage gets taken out on fucking your ass with half his hand shoved in your mouth. he’s babbling some shit in your ear and the only words you can make out are the vile names he’s calling you while he takes you from behind, and your desperate cries of pleasure and pain are lost as you choke on his fingers shoved down your throat, drool dripping from the corners of your mouth and splattering against your chest and neck. when he empties his load inside your ass he does it with a choked “you’re welcome.” and when you hiss through gritted teeth “for what?” he tells you that he could’ve beat the shit out of you for the way you “disrespected and abused” him (pussy), but instead he gave you that nice present!! pats your cheek condescendingly and tells you if you ever lay hands on him again he’ll kill you with his bare hands.

[honeylouwho]

freak like me ; red!clark kent

synopsis: as clark loses his inhibitions, your desires become his.

cw: nsfw (18+) / red!clark / power exchange / mentions of bruising / rough play / fear play / piss / dubcon / impact play / size kink if you squint wc: 775 love note: red!clark is an absolute menace

“What?” Red!Clark Kent mocks, the word filled with pseudo sympathy as you tremble underneath him. Chests pressed together, it didn’t take long for him to force your legs apart and position himself hovering over you. “You always say you want it rough. Now it’s too much? Gotta make up your mind, sweetheart.”

Clark’s hand lingered on your hip, propping himself up with his other arm. With your back pressed against the bed, you closed your eyes, trying to find comfort in the familiar smell of the laundry detergent coating the sheets. Things with Clark had been different the last couple of days, everything he was too scared to do with you before seemed to dissipate in under twenty four hours. It was like a switch flipped, fogging up his decision making skills and rewiring his brain chemistry. “I do, but… You’re being mean.”

“Mean?” Clark sounded amused as he squeezed his colossal hand around your hip. The sheer size of his hand against you made you look small in comparison. This towering man, throwing you around like a rag doll was something you had fantasized about, but now that it was coming true, it made you a little uneasy. It was true, you had told him that you wanted it a little rougher. A little dirtier. A little… nastier, but you hadn’t expected him to get so brutal with it. “Don’t you want to make me proud?”

There was underlying shame to it, too, but that was the fun of it, right? Feeling a little ashamed for wanting these salacious desires, and now that Clark was offering them to you in forms of slaps and bite marks against your skin, you weren’t sure you could ever go back to regular fucking with him. It hurt, yes, but that’s what made it so good. It scared you, yeah, but you liked that feeling of terror in the pit of your gut. You enjoyed that your body couldn’t tell the difference between true danger and sex with Clark.

“I do want to make you proud,” the words came out of you in between breaths, your muscles tightening with each word. Clark looked so pretty like this, even if there was a haze behind his eyes, void of any emotion other than the desire to destroy you.

“Then take it like a champ,” Clark told you, sinking his teeth into your neck. He bit into the skin, tearing at it with his teeth. Sharp canines moved throughout your neck, down your collarbones, leaving behind territorial marks.

“You’re trembling so much, baby. You scared?” Clark lifted his mouth from your skin and squeezed your hip harsher, his thumb pressing into one of the bruises he had left behind during a night of rough play with him. Your bottom lip quivered as you thought of a response, because the truth was… you were scared right now.

“I am scared, Clark,” you confirmed, tears brimming at your eyes as he pushed his cock into you, bottoming out on the first stroke. He let out a groan, wondering just how far he could push you until you told him to stop. The tip of his cock hit your cervix with each thrust, forcing cries as your face twisted in pain. 

Natural instincts took over, the more it hurt, the more you tried to squirm away from him, until he had your head pressed against the headboard and his hand around your throat. The cool metal of his ring pressed into your vocal chords, silencing your whimpers. 

And that’s what really sent you over the edge, fear dancing throughout your body— not being able to scream if needed by the way he held your throat. Silencing you completely forced your flight or fight to kick in as he rocked his hips in and out of you. 

Clark let up, releasing his grip on your throat as your body tightened up. You hadn’t even realized you had to pee until your body was forcing it out of you, trickling down Clark’s shaft and coating him with it. “So scared you pissed? So afraid you couldn’t control yourself?”

It was all so confusing; the arousal from your fear, the fact that you… pissed from fear, and the feeling of Clark continuing to move in and out while hitting that sweet spot inside of you. With a mix of emotions running through you, you gripped his bicep as he hit that sweet spot one last time. Squeezing around his wet cock, you shuddered as you reached your climax.

With his cock still inside of you, Clark let out a low laugh. “You’re a fucking freak, you know that?”

[bl00dycorset]

my blog is for emos who learned they had a blood and blasphemy kink from mcr

[minervas-mutt]

im such a good victim;3

feelin like reposting these amazing pics from when my girlfriend visited heheheheh

[hanasnx]

“ I CAN FEEL IT, CAN YOU FEEL IT, THERE MUST BE SOMETHING IN THE AIR ” — rafe cameron.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: kinktober; takes place in obx s4 e1 but there’s a slight change; also happy birthday @princessbrunette :) i wrote this for you in mind; and based off of the scene in f&f where dom picks letty up calling her his trophy. WARNINGS: spoiler warning for obx season 4 episode 1 ノ non canon compliant: i made rafe win the race ノ size difference ノ established relationship ノ objectification ノ impact play: ass smack ノ mild exhibitionism bcos of pda ノ praise ノ sexual content: p in v stuff ノ dirty talk.

Your feet sink into the sand as you traipse alongside RAFE CAMERON to his station in the race. His large hand envelopes yours, keeping you balanced as he leads you to his bike. The roar of revving fills your ears, loud enough for your boyfriend to have to lean down to your level to speak to you, walking you through the process and your role here. You’ve never been a flag girl before, but he told you she needs to be a “hot piece of ass” and he wants these boys heads still spinning when he wins the race. As a distraction, you were the only girl he wanted for the job.

“… and all you gotta do, baby, is make sure those guys are lookin’ at you. Show off a little something—just this once, I don’t care.” he explains, and you nod your head while brushing your hair out of your face from the wind. The two of you stand aside his bike and he mounts it, swinging a long leg over it. It creaks from his weight, and you roll your tongue between your lips. Without sunglasses, his gaze is narrowed, meeting yours in the light as he tugs you closer to him. “You look good. Prettiest girl on Figure Eight.” he assures you, the corner of his lips quirked as he checks you out. The tiniest booty shorts you could find and a stringy bikini top, you looked good enough to eat. If Rafe wasn’t so concerned with crossing the finish line while these cucks were still drooling over you, he’d be a little jealous they get such a treat. “Man, you are eye candy. Give me a twirl, c’mon.”

It eases your nerves, grinning bashfully to yourself as he raises your hand over your head, twisting on your toes to show him your outfit. He bites his lower lip hard at the sight of the underside of your ass hanging out of your shorts, and he can’t help but give you a tap. You whirl around from the swat, and catch his eyes flash up.

“Mm, baby.” he exclaims, talking about you like you’re dessert and he’s got a sweet tooth. He doesn’t give you a chance to scold him for smacking your ass around all these people, “C’mere,” he murmurs, yanking you to him until your body is draped over him on his bike. Your manicured nails brace on his chest while he steals a kiss, humming in surprise at him when he tilts his head to deepen it. Takes advantage of your parted lips to slide his tongue along yours in a proper good-luck-kiss, which only makes for a string of spit to connect the two of you when you part. You breathe hard, chest rising and falling from thrill as you search his expression. There’s a glow of love-sickness in his eyes.

You try to milk more attention. “I don’t know if I can…” you begin, alluding to how shy you’re gonna be in front of all these people.

“Oh, don’t start that shit, you’re gonna be fine.” he dismisses, seeing right through you and shrugging you off him so you get it’s time to stop being clingy. “Go get ‘em, tiger.” He plucks his helmet up, and rounds his body to place it on his head while you reluctantly leave him.

When it’s time to start the race, you hold up two bandanas—donated by some guys trying to buy you drinks—and Rafe scoffs to himself, patting himself on the back for being such a genius. “Who wouldn’t be lookin’ at you?” he thinks, while he revs his bike. You even give the crowd a little shake, your girls strapped in your bikini top swinging teasingly right before you set them off with the bow of your bandanas and the low dip of your arch. Rafe could’ve sworn one guy glanced over his shoulder to check out your ass bent over because he lost control of his steering for a second after. The race was on, and you did your job exactly how your boyfriend wanted you to.

Some kook with too much time on his hands made his way through the crowd to invite himself into your atmosphere, watching you as you eagerly await Rafe’s return and your signal to drop the flags for the winner.

A voice too close to your ear alerts you, resulting in a minute jolt of your body when he speaks. “What are you doing after this?”

Brows furrow as you glance over your shoulder at him, “Oh, uh, I dunno right now.” you reply, but you’re not showing interest. It would depend on Rafe’s victory. You refocus, keeping an eye on the horizon and the roaring metal of competitive bikes. Rejoining the crowd’s enthusiasm, you react with them when someone wipes out.

“Me and the boys were gonna head to a kegger in the boneyard. You should come.” he tells you. Again, too close for your liking. He’s not particularly bad-looking, or grabby, but you don’t like how he’s standing right next to you and stooping to speak in your ear.

You face him again to respond, but the race takes your attention away, shutting your mouth to whirl around just in time to see Rafe drive back into view, sand kicking up behind his wheel.

After a close call, he wins, and when it’s safe, the adoring crowd cheers as it floods the scene to congratulate the riders. You’re one of them, beelining to Rafe without a second thought. He’s discarded his helmet, tossing it haphazardly to the sand as he meets you.

“Ah, there’s my trophy.” he says, hands clamping onto your waist to lift you from the ground. You squeal with delight, bracing on his shoulders and kicking your feet up. Slowly he lowers you until you can wrap your arms around his neck. He’s hot and sweaty, and smells like it too, inhaling his scent deeply as you embrace him and he spins you around. You’ve completely forgotten about that kook you left behind.

“Did so good, precious, did exactly what I told you to.” Rafe murmurs against your lips, whipping his bike jacket off behind him while you lead him by his jaw deeper into his place.

“Mhm, had to give them a show. Like you said.” you exhale, nodding fervently as you press yourself to him, desperate for some friction.

“Didn’t I say you’d be fine? Huh? What’d I say?” he goads, and stoops, signaling you to jump into his arms. He catches your legs, securing them around his waist before his hand cups your backside and his other pins you to him by the back of your neck.

“I did so good!” you reply, a little perkier than you’d meant to. It breaks him out into a grin against you, and he snickers through his nose. Bringing you to his bedroom, he settles your back onto the bed.

Lips locked, and bodies tangling together, he struggles to find a spare second to keep talking, “Gonna give me my prize? You gonna put out for the winner?” His hips surge, and a familiar hard outline sweeps across the crotch of your denim.

You nod, poking your tongue out in concentration as you help him to undress fully, and you wiggle out of your booty shorts. The peek of your tongue doesn’t go unnoticed, and Rafe’s lips overlays yours, sucking on the pink tip there toyingly. You relax into it, untensing them to melt into a real kiss as the tip of something else nudges against your sex. Already wet and aching from all the teasing today, you go limp at the promise of what’s to come. Bulging mushroom head lazily thumbing in and out of your slit makes your head throw back and jerk. “Rafe…” you whine. Sodden lips mouth at your cheek and jaw, working their way down to make out with your neck as his hips shallowly rut.

Ringed fingers clutch your face, tucking your chin in the web of his index and thumb. It faces you to him, and you look up at him with doe eyes and pretty brows in an upturn. He wants to watch your reactions as he pushes in deeper and deeper, finally sheathing as you cry out. It’s a stingy stretch, and he can see your want for it in the roll of your eyes and the flinch of your delicate expression. “Yeah, baby, gimme that trophy. That’s right.”

[eunuchve]

tags: pet play, collars, mentioned cage, dehumanisation (?), orgasm control/denial, degradation kink, cockwarming, exhibitionism, gendered term (good girl). a.n: don't stare at me guys we are all freaks here pairings: ayato x afab!reader

being a pet for Ayato is not for the weak-hearted - sure, he'll pamper you in public, beautiful silk decorates your body, and a conspicuous string on your neck with a gold pendant dangling (and no one gets close enough to read what's on it), his hand always firmly on your waist, pulling you into his warmth, making sure you feel what you do to him.

behind the privacy of the chambers and walls of the Kamisato manor is where the little dignity you manage to hold on to gets stripped away; nothing covers your body, a thick leather collar replaces the subtle ribbon, written on the tag is clear as day-

'property of Kamisato Ayato'

today is just another day, with his retainers around, the hot air that's present along with your naked body splayed against his chest, your cunt stuff full of his thick cock would make anyone of them forget that this is just another meeting arranged by the lord of the mansion.

you let out another one of your mewls, your hips bucking to gain some stimulation, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

"stay like a good girl or you will be sleeping in your cage tonight."

his tone is cold, he stares at the scroll in front of your body as if you are invisible, tho his hard cock knows the presence of your warm walls sucking him in so securely.

"don't cum."

you took a deep breath, curling your toes and blinking to gain what little control over your mind you have, hazy from pleasure, riding the high of being on edge.

ayato didn't let it slide, he tugged the leash attached to your collar, knowing that would snap you out of your haze, making you whine like an obedient dog.

"what did I tell you?" he asked sharply, narrow eyes watching your every move; not letting you breathe out of sight. Gods, you know how horny he is, the way his cock twitch between your warm folds is evident -- but the man is a master of masking his emotions, even pleasure.

"n-no cumming?"

"so little mutt knows human words after all." a small smile peaks his lips, his tongue licking them in satisfaction. The power trip he is experiencing is probably enough for him, certainly isnt for you.

"don't worry little pup, I'll let you if you manage to stay still."

[princessbrunette]

Sunshine!Reader just adores rafe. like i imagine she’s a friend of sarah who has always had a crush on her cool older brother, following him around and watching his every move cs she’s so obsessed with him x rafe who is nonchalant at his very core & basically just ignores her presence even when she’s practically hanging off his arm & living in his skin. “Why is it that everytime i turn around, you’re there?” he just raises his eyebrow at her. “i’m not your friend, kid.” - 🍄

no bc im salivating …….. hang on let me cook

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sunshine!reader who’s always at the cameron home because her home life is bad��� more specifically, daddy issues !! it’s a wonder how you’re so sweet n happy toward the people around you when you’re being treated so poorly!

you follow rafe around like a lost puppy, because duh — his nonchalance hurts you in all the right ways that just makes you crave his attention more, a product of your bad relationship with your father. you’re over at tannyhill more and more, increasingly without sarah being there as she starts a life with the pogues— but you don’t mind, happy anywhere as long as you’re not at home.

“are you goin’ anywhere today rafe? can i come?” you seemingly pop out of nowhere in the kitchen, startling him as he closes the fridge— clutching his chest for effect.

“jesus, why is it everytime i turn around you’re there? ‘you ever go n’hang around at your own house or what?” he busies himself, carrying a carton of juice in one hand and moving you out the way with the other as he passes.

“i prefer to be here! hanging out with you!” you chirp and he stops in the doorway, turning to look at you.

“kid, i’m not your friend. a’ight?” he drawls before heading out, the same time his father is entering the room. ward sends you a sympathetic look before he’s trailing after rafe.

“son you gotta be nice to the girl. i didn’t raise you like that.” he nags, speeding up to walk in time with the younger man.

“why? she’s practically living rent free here, should be able to talk to her how i want.” rafe complains, uncapping the carton and taking a swig.

“her home life, it’s not great.” he lowers his voice, swivelling his head round to make sure you weren’t lurking. “she���s — she’s sarah’s friend. i’m taking pity on her, think her dad doesn’t treat her all too well.” he rambles and rafes movements slow to stop, eyes trailing up to meet his fathers, suddenly attentive.

“huh.” he speaks, sinister intrigue occupying his gaze which his father barely picked up on. he continued speaking but rafe had heard all he needed to hear, concocting ways to use this to his advantage.

the opportunity presented itself sooner than he was expecting once he’d got you backed up against the wall in the hallway a few days later, practically pinning you there.

“you— you know it’s time you start respecting me if you wanna be hangin’ out around here. especially now my dads on his trip. i’m older than you, the man of the house now and — and that means you answer to me.” he drawls, quiet and intimate— so close his breath warms your face as you blink up at him.

“i do listen to you rafe.” you chime, losing a little bit of pep in your step under his intimidating gaze. you knew something was up, but you couldn’t help but melt — finally feeling like rafe gave a shit about you. that he was going to save you.

“wanna see you actin’ like it from now on… you know i realised,” his finger comes to his temple, lightly tapping. “you’re missin’ something. someone to guide you. an authority figure… ‘nd it must be your lucky day ‘cus i can be just that. you’ll… be in good hands.” he now drags his finger lightly down the side of your face, scooping round to beneath your chin to lift it.

“i thought you said you didn’t wanna be my friend.” you whisper, eyes flickering between his mouth and his eyes, the proximity tempting.

“didn’t say we would be friends… i was thinking something a little more… hands on.” his drops his voice to a mere whisper, hovering his lips right over yours. you give in to the urge, craning up and pressing your lips against his, which he lets slide for maybe two seconds — before drawing back and slapping you, grabbing your jaw instantly to bring your gaze back.

you gasp, tears springing to your eyes, usual smile wiped from your expression even more so now. “you don’t… you don’t do that without my permission. alright? i said you answer to me now.” he grits his teeth, squeezing your jaw just a little harder making your brows furrow in fear.

he ends up not being too mean on you, especially when you’re later cumming around his cock, the oldest cameron forcing you to call him ‘dad’ whilst you do so.

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[storusangel]

https://www.tumblr.com/storusangel/761086463145377792/meansatoru-makes-you-spread-your-cunt-open-so-he?source=share

I NEED YOU TO POST MORE ONE LINER THOUGHTS UR BRAIN IS JUST CHEF'S KISS

a/n: LOLLL THANK YOU, this didn't turn out the way i wanted it to but just know i am obsessed with mean satoru and would love to write more about him (my inbox will always be open for mean/bully satoru!!)

cw: impact play, mdni

“baby” satoru drags the word out, a blaring sign that he is more than vexed at your previous actions. you’d only been ignoring him the whole day, opting to parade around in your mini skirt and “chat” with suguru instead. satoru has your bare body splayed out for him on the edge of your shared bed. your legs are pushed apart, your hands doing their best to keep your pussy spread open for him. 

“you’re soaked. you got this wet from talking to suguru? or is it because everyone could see your panties and recognize you for the slut you are?” you shake your head at the accusation. “no? no you aren’t this wet from talking to suguru or no you aren’t a slut? which one is it, baby.” it’s less of a question and more of a demand. when you open your mouth to answer, satoru brings his hand down harshly, giving a strong spank to your pussy. 

you yelp at the contact, yet you don’t close your legs or move your hands. something inside of you tells you that you may have pushed satoru too far today. “’toru! ‘m sor-” he cuts you off once more by another spank to your drooling cunt. this time though, he makes sure to target your clit. the swollen nub only throbbing from the after effects. 

satoru stares at your quivering fingers, indents forming under your hold as you do your best to keep yourself spread for him. he gives you two more quick spanks before he takes a break. two fingers slide up and down your slit, teasing your entrance. he dips a single finger inside of you before immediately removing it, only to repeat the process until you whine out his name. 

he coos at your trembling figure. at your naivety when you let your body relax at the thought of your punishment being over when he presses a loving kiss to your pussy. he lets you bask in the feeling for a moment, and when he thinks you’ve had enough time, he pinches your clit. you gasp loudly and a proud grin finds a way onto satoru’s face when he sees your nails dig into the surrounding skin of your leaking slit. at the end of the day, you’re still his sweet girl who loves to push his limits but always does her best to follow his directions.

satoru almost feels guilty continuing. almost. he starts back up, sharp spanks have your back jolting and your legs shaking from holding your position. you don’t want to disappoint satoru but it’s an impossible task to do when satoru hasn’t let up the current abuse on your poor cunny. when satoru sees you struggling, he reminds you that he’s far from letting you go. “you better keep your legs open, princess. we’re not even close to being done.”