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lace-coffin · 6 months

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Slasher kinks headcanons

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Minors DNI

Slashers x gender neutral! reader

Trigger warnings : consensual non consent (cnc), blood, degradation/humiliation, kidnapping? (Only for Asa)

Kinks: general rough sex, bdsm dynamics, daddy/mommy kink, humiliation/degradation, knife play, primal/prey & predator play, praise, sex whilst ovulating/on period, medical play, topping from the bottom, anal, face fucking, face slapping, spanking/punishment, breeding, knotting, hucow kink, phone sex, the list goes on

did anyone request this? No. Am I going to make u all look at it bc I’m a horndog? Absolutely

I will be writing a top/bottom section for every slasher! No gentials will be mentioned for reader (hole is used to be neutral) but strap/cock will be used in relation to the reader topping.

Michael will also have an extra t4t section for my friend bc there isn’t enough t4t Michael < 3

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas isn’t super experienced in sex before he meets you, infact you’re his first partner. Obviously he knows some of the ins and outs (pun intended) from his own teenage curiosity and hormones. He also might have stolen Atleast one of Hoyt’s porno magazines before now.

Tommy would become more confident in taking the lead once he knows what you like a little more, then he’d be ok trying other positions and bottoming sometimes. Stuff in the beginning might be pretty slow and steady but after you’ve been together a while it can get a lot more intense.

Definitely has a breeding kink, has a dream of having a big family with you and raising them on the farm to continue the Hewitt name. Something about seeing his seed leak from your abused and puffy hole makes him want to breed it into you harder. Tell him you want him to make you a mommy/daddy/parent (even if it’s not biologically possible) and you’ll be manhandled into a mating press until he feels he’s filled you up enough for it to take.

In the same way it makes him feel so pretty and desirable if you tell him your going fuck a baby into him, he doesn’t care if it’s not technically possible, tell him your going to knock him up and keep him round with your seed, he’ll be moaning around your cock/strap like a slut. Push your fingers into his mouth to give him something to keep quiet on : )

Hucow kink! Loves it whether he’s the one submitting or dominating! Let him lead you around the barn with a cute cowbell collar and cow ears on! Loves to include chest play, no matter what gender (or lack there of) your chest he loves grope it, abusing your nipples until they’re swollen/hard and sensitive, don’t worry though, he’ll be more than happy to lave over them to lessen the sting. If your a good little heifer he’ll shove you face first onto a hay bale, pounding you until your hole is gaping and cum is leaking from it into the rough hay <3

If Tommy is being submissive in this situation he’s super eager to please! Tie him up and Milk his cock over and over until he’s actively squirming away from your hand and groaning in overstimulation. He’s a good boy though and knows his place so he won’t break the binds even if it would be easier for him than most people. Humiliate him and make him moo/beg for your cock/strap! Fuck him whilst using his horns as a grip.

Bubba sawyer

Like Tommy bubba is also inexperienced, raised under Drayton’s view that it’s “sex or the saw”. Due to this Bubba viewed sex as a betrayal of his family, being told it was only there to distract you from what’s important. Please be patient with her and reframe her view of sex, let her know she’s not dirty or immoral for having needs and desires.

Once they know more and gain more experience they’re super eager to impress! Litterally goes down on you like it’s their job. You might have to tap out after a few orgasms because he could drink you down for hours. He’ll leave you shaking and leaky and just look up at you with a happy smile on their cum smeared face.

He loves praise and to know that she’s doing a good job, tell them that they make you feel so good in a way no one else can. Don’t be afraid to get a little more rough with your language however, he loves when you compliment how his cock stretches you just right or how he’s made to take your strap/cock. It feels so taboo for them and makes them squirm.

Absolutely loves it if you use feminine names for her in bed. Doll/baby/princess. Makes him feel so pretty and cared for! Play with bubbas tits, they have an ample chest to paw at 👀 will absolutely mewl into the bedsheets and press their tits further into your hands. Loves to be called mommy! It lets them know you feel safe and comfy with them.

Jason voorhees

Jason is another slasher with a skewed view on sex, his mother taught him it was sinful and the reason for his death, but surely anything he does with the person he loves that feels this good can’t be wrong. Encourage him and let him know it’s ok to fulfill his need and he’s not dirty or wrong for it!

Jason is happy to let you take the lead most of the time considering his inhuman strength, he doesn’t want to hurt you and would feel more comfortable if you took things at your own pace, not wanting to get too excited and manhandle you too much (not that you would mind in the slightest). He’s also not opposed to the sight of you on top of him.

He loves it when you take control, using his cock like it was made for you, draining it for all it’s worth. He loves to know he’s the one making you feel good and he’s the one you love. Praise him and tell him how good he’s doing, that he knows all your favourite spots and can make you fall apart. let him know you own his cock and you’ll do whatever you want with it (with consent obviously)

Despite this, if Jason’s had a bad day with trespassers escaping or traps breaking on him he may be inclined to storm through the front door and pin you to the nearest service, spearing you on his thick cock and leaving you dripping without warning or mercy.

Jason will be open to bottoming over time once his confidence in being intimate has improved and he feels less anxious about trying new things. He’ll still need a lot of encouragement to relax but once he does he’s happy to let you take care of him. Hold his hand as you stretch him open on your fingers, exploring parts of Jason he didn’t even know were an option. He gets a little addicted to the feeling of being used, fucking into him with reckless abandon. You can be rougher with him when topping because of his inhuman nature, thrust a toy or finger in his ass along side your cock/strap, he can take it. He doesn’t have much of a gag reflex due to being undead so fuck his face to your hearts content as long as you wipe his tears and drool for him and tell him what a sweet boy he is for you!

Jason’s very sweet with aftercare, making you a warm drink and cleaning you both up with a wet rag, he appreciates if you do the same for him, maybe bring him his cherished teddy bear to ground him until he feels less floaty.

RZ! Michael Myers

Michael may be quiet but he’s very forward and unashamed with the things he wants. Don’t expect Michael to be shy when it comes to needing you. He’ll silently wrap around you from behind, grinding his need into your behind no matter the time or place, although he’ll back off if you tell him no, he’ll pout and let out a grunt of understanding, leaving to deal with it himself if your not in the mood.

Michael is more relentless in topping when he’s come back from a hunt, the adrenaline quickly turning to arousal as he smears the still slightly warm blood over your lips.

I defiantly think Michael enjoys CNC (consensual non consent). He hasn’t had a lot of control over things in his life considering he spent most of it in Smith’s Grove unable to even dictate the most simple aspects of it. He likes the total power exchange and the control he has over you as you squirm underneath him. It really riles him up if you fight back, biting him until he bleeds and thrashing so he can hold you down even harder. Michael loves to silence your pleads with his knife, running the dull side of it over your flushed and tear laden cheeks, moving it down to your throat as a warning.

(Will absolutely make you suck the handle of his knife until your eyes are teary before stuffing as much of it as he can into your man cunt. If you don’t want to Accidently cut your thighs then you better lay still and take it like a good boy.)

To add onto this I think he enjoys cnc on the receiving end to, if he wants to submit he wants to be dominated completely and wholly without mercy (safewords in place obviously). Michael likes to be handled roughly and shown that even if he is The Shape that you can break him down into a drooling mess. He’s 90% legs but Lord does he get insanely hard when you fold those long legs in half and drill him into the bed with your cock/strap.

(Hold him down and strip him of his coveralls and boxers, eat his pussy before he can even get a chance to steady himself. Manhandle him into position and rut your cunt into his, ignoring his pleasure and using him to get off selfishly. He’ll look at you dumbly and fucked out after, long hair frizzy and a mess of slick on his thighs)

Pull him aside and use him whenever you want, if he rolls his eyes or acts bratty feel free to slap him around! He loves a firm smack on the cheek when he won’t open up more than he likes to admit, he likes to feel powerless under you.

Michael would totally be into predator/pray with him playing the predator. Stalking you through the woods or the empty streets of Haddonfield with his trusted knife. He’s not worried about you being in any actual danger because he’s the bulk of danger in the town anyway. he has no doubts that should someone try get the best of you in the dark he could take care of them and not break a sweat. He stalks you through the town loving the way the your pace picks up the longer it takes for him to strike. He knows it’s inevitable, there’s no where you could go that Michael won’t find you. Don’t expect to make it home once he corners you, you’ll be pushed against or bent over whatever surface is nearest and having his cock bullied into you.

(Michael would grab you and slam you against a tree once he had you cornered, making quick work of his zipper and underwear. T-dick engorged with arousal and want, lips glistening behind the dense brown hair. He pushes you to your knees and gets to work. You will be spending the next while with your mouth and fingers pressed against Michael’s cunt, your head jerked harder and more forcefully the closer he gets)

Billy lenz

Billy is also very forward with what he wants as we can see from the movie, though I do personally headcanon that Billy is hypersexual due to his trauma so sex can go either one of two ways. Either he’ll be super into it and eager or ashamed and feeling disgusted with himself, if it’s the latter please reassure him it’s not dirty or wrong and try distract him with something else.

This couldn’t be a Billy lenz kink post without phone sex. He loves to call you up when your busy (shopping, on a walk, at work) and spew filth down your ear, telling you all the things he’s going to do to you or that he’ll let you do to him. The riskier the location the better. Sometimes he’ll even already be touching himself, mewling down the receiver like a slut for you to come home.

To add onto this I think he’d have a kink for fucking you whilst you talk to someone on the phone, giggling as he nudges his dick against the perfect spot, making you keen into the speaker.

Billy loves dirty talk on either end, whether it’s him telling you how he’s going to choke you on his fat cock or you telling him how good he feels inside you and to cum inside. He adores degrading you, making you feel like a cum dump. He’ll taunt you, telling you you’re only good to warm his cock and get him off, making you sniffle and repeat it back to him for his own satisfaction and ego.

He occasionally thought about the possibility of bottoming from time to time before meeting you but brushed it off since he’s not super familiar with it and didn’t want to meet up with a stranger to try. That didn’t stop him from experiencing with a finger or two but he wasn’t informed and didn’t use lube so it wasn’t good lol.

All this changes after you mention it one night in bed, excited but nervous Billy accepts. It turns out he’s a complete bottom bitch, such a slut any time you can get him under you, he’ll moan without holding back not caring if the other sorority members hear. He doesn’t care whether you’re pounding into him with his face smashed into the covers like a whore or if he’s riding you greedily, he loves it anytime he can have your cock/strap in him.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms is incredibly needy and intense, inexperienced but excited to get as close to you as humanly possible. He may come off a little bratty and demanding but he’s completely willing to wait until you’re ready, he’d never do anything you didn’t want. When you are ready it’s all hands on deck, Brahms wants you all the time at any time.

It doesn’t matter if you’re impaled on his cock or if your burried inside him, Brahms is just happy to be close and horny lol

Absolutely has a mommy/daddy kink (dude has crazy mommy issues). He enjoys it when you take the reins for him and tell him what to do, order him about, tell him how to please mommy/daddy just the way they like. You already have quite the control over him in your daily life anyway, telling him what to do and when, making sure he follows his rules. Talk Brahms through how to ride your shaft/strap, make him slow down and speed up whenever you feel like it for your own enjoyment, ignoring his pleas to fuck him properly.

Brahms is horny pretty often, as a result of this penetrative sex isn’t always a need. He loves having free use of you, fucking your thighs until he spills all over them or grabbing your hand and rutting against it whilst you read a book in the other.

Spanking! Nothing puts unruly little boys back in their place like beating their ass until they beg you to stop, all of Brahms’s brattiness seems to disappear once he knows he’s pushed it to far and has a punishment coming his way. He’ll cry and beg you to change your mind but it’s too late, bend him over your lap and rip his trousers down. If he’s been extra ill-behaved bring out the paddle, switching cheeks and making him count until his ass has a pretty pink flush to it.

Asa Emory

Asa demands to be in control, that much is clear and that translates over into bed too. You might have met Asa organically through his university lectures or a museum, if this is the case then you will still be with him under the guise of a 24/7 power exchange relationship. If you met him via kidnapping and was taken to the hotel to be a pet then this will still be expected of you but with the addition of being experimented on/tortured for his own satisfaction. You won’t have a say on your freedom. (I’m going to be writing it from the perspective your kept at the hotel as a pet because it’s more likely)

Asa gets a sick thrill out of treating you like a dog. Fucking you whilst gripping the leash wrenched around your neck until you’re wheezing for air. He’ll make you bark for his cock just to laugh at how pathetic and needy you are, humiliating yourself so you can get your hole stuffed, disgusting. Paw mitts and belts on the thighs/calfs are used to make you practically immobile, totally reliant on him to fulfill your needs and unwilling to do so until he’s broken you down into a sobbing panting mess.

Even when bottoming Asa takes control, barking orders at you about how he likes to be fucked, faster, deeper. You better not even think about cumming without permission or you won’t be cumming again for the next few days whilst he uses your cock/strap like a sex toy. Asa pulls you by your hair as you eat his ass, choking/slapping you if you’re not doing it to his liking. At the end he’ll spit in your mouth and make you say “thank you sir”, forcing your jaw open to make sure you swallowed it all down and patting you on the cheek as a reward.

Medical play is a favourite of his. He enjoys nothing more than stripping you naked and strapping you down to the chilly metal medical table, securing your wrists to the wrist clamps. Snapping on his black latex (unless you’re allergic to latex lol) gloves Asa will dissect you bit by bit. New toys are regularly incorporated to see if he can get a different reaction from you. This can be through pain or pleasure, they’re both the same to him. Clamping your nipples and pulling them until they’re red and sore or landing slaps on your hole for squirming too much. Writing your reactions down on his clipboard and looking at you as nothing more than one of his specimens to pull apart and observe. If he notices a reaction he hasn’t seen from you before he’ll try again and again to recreate it no matter how taxing that may be on your body. Speculums are a favourite of his, prying open and inspecting your most private parts, pressing his fingers or different toys in to see how you react, spread hole twitching at the stimuli and unable to do anything about it. It feels intimate and violating in a way he loves to be able to look at your inner most parts so coldly and close up.

Yautja/predator (female and male)

Yautja are naturally pretty dominant in bed, the whole culture they live in revolves around shows of strength and resilience. Your mate thrives off taking care of all of your needs and proving themselves worthy and this is no different in bed. Always happy to satisfy your needs as your lover and the one who cares for you, your mate will come to help out any time they smell your arousal.

Female Yautja

Your mate naturally takes care of you in bed, a headstrong women who has earned her place on the higher end of society, because of this she loves to dress you up in the finest clothing and jewellery on Yautja prime, showing off her status and by proxy, yours. Don’t think you’re going to just leave the house in it though, she’ll pin you down, eyes taking in every part of you, the way the silky fabric lays across your centre, ready to be opened like a gift. The outfit will include a gold collar to match, one with her mark carved in it so everyone knows who you belong to. She may even take to fucking you in public if anyone tries to challenge her bond with you, your abused hole on display for anyone to see.

As your mate she trusts you to return the favour, however control isn’t given over that easily. You may be the one inside her cunt but she’s the one using you until your spent, a death grip on your collar as she looks down at you from on top, snarling in your face and a placing marking nips against your throat with her mandibles.

Once mating season rolls around she’ll be even more demanding, the instinct to mate and breed you at its peak. You’ll be kept in the nest of furs and fucked over and over. If you pass out? Not her problem, she’ll keep going until she’s satisfied your scented up and marked properly. She takes no brattiness during this time either, acting out or being difficult will earn you getting pinned to the furs, mandibles flared and snarling until you submit.

Male yautja

Another one I think would enjoy primal/predator play. Your mate stalks you through the jungle whilst cloaked. He knows your every exact move and you’re none the wiser. He loves how he can taste your fear in the air but he knows it’s all for show because he can taste you arousal permeating the dense tree’s too. He’ll appear out of nowhere just as your adrenaline reaches it’s peak and swipe your ankles, forcing you down to the leafy floor with him. He lets out a clicky laugh at the surprise scream you let out. Wasting no time he mounts you like an animal and ruins you again and again until your both spent.

Your mate can tell when you’re ovulating and he’s ecstatic to help. Blood is so common to him in his daily life it doesn’t phase him at all, he’s perfectly happy to get down and a little messy, you smell so sweet to him during this time. If this matches with his rutt then you aren’t leaving the bed for a few days, he’ll fuck into you mercilessly until his swollen knot pops inside you, connecting you both together. Once it deflates he’ll scoop his cum back up and push it into your hole, not wanting to waste a drop.

Sometimes it’s nice to be taken care of, and you prove this by absolutely destroying him. Go feral, show him how much of a capable mate you are, wrestle him to the floor and ruin his hole, leave bites and marks on him to claim him. He’ll snarl the whole time and fight back but he loves it. He may even let you use a toy/strap with a knot on it to emulate being seeded and stuffed at the end.

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l0v3tast3 · 11 months

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the pervy older bf konig was amazing, pleaseee can we get one for price!! on my knees begging cos damn the konig one hit the spot mammm

god i love john price so fucking much. he makes my daddy issues go off the damn charts and his voice?!?!?! good god (*♡∀♡) also uwu tysm ily anon i hope you like this!!! <33

✎ tags: mdni! nsft, f!reader, age gap (r is 18, john is late 30's), body worship, semi-public s3x, car s3x, mirror s3x, he fucks you while you're on the phone with your mom, dirty talk, abuse of pet names, edging, overstimulation, tiny bit of dacryphilia, some fluff, john is basically your sugar daddy

✎ word count: 1.6k (not proofread)

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✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!john who wouldn't take his hands off of you even if there was a gun to his head. you're just so soft and full of youth, it makes him feel a little bit younger too. he's obsessed with smoothing his hands and his lips over every inch of your skin, always taking his sweet time with you, always making sure to worship every bit of you before he presses your thighs to your chest.

✧ ˖ ° he doesn't take for granted what you give him; he makes sure to thank you in the best way he knows how. it's after a lavish dinner and a stroll along a beautiful river that involves him buying you flowers and chocolate from vendors open late. john always means to end the night with just a kiss, opening your door for you and leaning against the car to watch you walk down the street back to your house (you make him park a few houses down so your parents don't see him). somehow the drive always ends with the car parked in some inconspicuous spot so he can fuck you in the backseat, because you insisted that you couldn't stay at his house overnight without your parents asking too many questions.

✧ ˖ ° despite your disapproving whines and squirms, john still takes it slow while he has you laying in the back of his car. he does it mostly because he loves how your legs shake when he builds your orgasm slow, but also because he knows that your parents will call you to check in soon. sure enough, while he's got two fingers buried knuckle deep in you and his mouth latched around one your nipples, the buzzing tune of your ringtone sounds from your bag on the floor. you barely notice it until his mouth pops off your breast and his fingers nearly slow to a halt, and he's holding up your phone for it. "answer it, love. don't want to make them worry, right?"

✧ ˖ ° when you have the phone in your weak grasp he presses the answer button and sinks back down, grinning while he hears you stutter out your greeting. he picks up the pace again, curling his fingers into the spot that makes your hips jerk. your hand is pressed into your mouth as you try to listen to what your mom is saying. her bleating practically becomes white noise when john's tongue licks a stripe from your hole to your clit and starts laving across it. you manage to spout out that you'll be home soon, you and your friends lost track of time, and john makes sure the call is actually ended when you throw it onto the floor again before he finally makes you cum.

✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!john who absolutely loves fucking you in front of literally any reflective surface. bedroom mirror, bathroom mirror, entryway mirror, windows, the tv, anything will suffice if he can see your pretty tits bouncing while he fucks into you from behind. it's high on his (long) list of his favorite ways to have you.

✧ ˖ ° if you're standing up, he'll use one hand to keep your hips lifted high enough to line up with his, the other wrapped around your neck and partially holding your jaw to keep you looking at yourself. "look at how pretty you are, darling, don't y'see how beautiful you are? say it, love, tell me how pretty y'are. c'mon, know you can do it." when you try to avert your eyes in embarrassment he'll use the hand on your throat to press you into his chest, slowing his hips until he's dragging his thick cock back and forth across all the spots that make your brain go haywire. "you know the rules, darling, won't let you cum until y'say it. well? don't start being a brat now. we both know how that goes, don't we?"

✧ ˖ ° it's also a semi-regular occurrence for john to bring you shopping at higher-end stores and fuck you in the secluded dressing rooms. he sits and tells you how gorgeous you look in each pretty dress and outfit you try on, always doing a little spin for him that makes his dick twitch in his too-tight pants. after a particularly short sundress or skirt he follows you into your fitting room, feeling you up before you even get the chance to squeak about how he's not supposed to be in here with you. john loves watching you scratch at his arms as he holds you up to fuck you, one hand shoving his middle and ring fingers to keep you quiet. it's addicting how quickly he can make you forget that you could be caught by someone at any moment.

✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!john who might as well shine an actual spotlight on you when he brings you with to formal military events that he's "required" to attend (you always overhear about people skipping out when you're there). he tells you not to worry about buying a dress for it, and when you show up to his home you find he spent probably hundreds on a dress, heels, and all-matching jewelry, all matching your favorite style and colors. and he does it every time you go to an event, always buying you new things; not to mention the matching set of lingerie he gets you for each outfit.

✧ ˖ ° john makes sure to always wear a coat long enough to cover his straining cock when you squeeze his hand or press yourself closer to him when he brings you with. he knows you're nervous, never straying from his side and always glancing to make sure he was still next to you, but of course he wouldn't let you go even if you wanted to. there was always a hand on your back or waist or holding yours, kissing yours knuckles in between brief chats with other officials and soldiers.

✧ ˖ ° the way you cling to him while he introduces you to everyone he makes small talk with for a few minutes makes him so eager to leave already, to finally get home and rip off your dress (you've learned by now that he doesn't care how much he spent on it just to destroy it). just you being dependent on him made both john's heart and cock swell; you were so adorable with your puppy eyes looking up to him for what to do next.

✧ ˖ ° john wants nothing more than for you to rely on him and to trust him enough to take the reins for you. that especially applied to your sex life, of course. "there y'go, sweetheart, that's my girl. just let me handle it all. all you have to do is lay here all pretty and take my cock. i'll go slow, sweetheart, don't worry. i know you're still sensitive, but you can cum for me one more time, can't you? oh, don't whine, love, i know you can do it, just one more for me. you feel so good around me when you cum, don't you want to feel good too?"

✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!john who is obsessed with making you cum. he only uses the threat of edging you as a way to get you to say or do whatever dirty thing he wants; the rest of the time, he prefers you to be a blabbering, overstimulated mess. he's known (by you) to spend hours going down on you, switching between his mouth and fingers when either gets tired. when you tug at his hair and try to push him away, you always get "jus' one more f'me, darling, know y'can," and a quick kiss to your thigh before he's right back at it.

✧ ˖ ° the sight of you trembling and twitching from the overload of pleasure he gives your little body is just the most satisfying sight in the world to john. after sating his near-constant hunger for your sweet cunt, he'll crawl up to hover over you and press kisses across your face, gently wiping away the trails of tears that escaped during his mouth's endless assault. "y'with me again, love?" he asks softly, pressing little kisses to your swollen lips until you start returning them. the moment is sweet and slow before he's pressing his cock into your tight hole, pushing deeper and deeper until his fat tip is kissing your cervix.

✧ ˖ ° john doesn't give you enough time for your nerves to calm down before he's thrusting into you; the gasps and whines and tiny pleas that stumble out about needing a break. "but i already gave you one darling, just now, remember? shit- so fuckin' tight, even after i spent so long workin' y'open- hah, don't try to squirm away, princess, just take it- fuuuck-" he groans. john's calloused hands collect your smaller ones to intertwine his fingers with yours and hold them above your head, nose-to-nose with you as he coos down at you about how well you're doing for him.

✧ ˖ ° every time he gets you into his bed (or yours, or any bed, really) you know you're in for a long night. john will fuck you until you're about to pass out. he lives for pushing your limits, finding new tricks to get you to cum faster or harder for him, molding you to his cock and drilling it into your head that he's ruined you for any other man.

#call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #john price #john price x reader #john price x female reader #john price smut #reader insert #— ask!#— lilly writes! ♡

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fleuraimer · 5 months

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Overstimulation blurb pls

I love how Harry is so obsessed with her pussy so he keeps on making her cum / squirt but still not getting satisfied despite how overwhelming and teary eyed she got after 5-6 times she orgasms

sorry for the wait bestie 😭 i hope you like it!! 🩷

wc: 665

cw: smut, minors dni, 17+, overstimulation play, baldrry (he's so hot idc idc idc), and more. not proofread.

Harry has been sucking Y/N’s clit for almost two hours now. The only reason she’s consciously aware of that fact is because of his phone, bright blue light illuminating their bedroom ceiling, blurry numbers scribing one hour and fifty-two fucking minutes. His favorite torture device—a sage bullet vibrator that should be criminal for having so many settings—sits, unused, beside her shaky form.

He set a stopwatch. For what reason, she does not know. She honestly doesn’t have the ability to, though. It’s actually kind of hilarious to expect anything from her expect incoherent huffs and puffs, and garbled curses.

But Harry just loves to laugh.

“C’mon, Sweetheart, talk to me; tell Daddy how it feels.” His palms press down on the backs of her thighs, keeping her spread for him—he’s made her smear her messy pussy open for him too, though, for extra measure—her poor clit exposed to every sensation. The AC turning on makes her twitch, let alone Harry’s own hot breath.

“S’g—ood, Daddy,” she gasps, her eyes as puffy and red as her sensitive cunt. “Feels—” She mewls through the rest of her sentence, his tongue back on her button, laving over it, petting softly with the very tip.

It tickles a part of Y/N’s belly that sets the rest of her body on fire. How something so faint, so delicate, can be so utterly disgusting at the same time makes her head spin, in the best way.

Her head falls back on the mattress with a subtle bounce, her chest arching away for the sheets when his lips wrap teasingly her clit, toes wiggling as her feet flail, precious cries involuntarily slipping from her pouty lips.

“H,” she soughs, her hands abandoning post and finding the back of his head, nails scratching through the soft peach fuzz from the nape of his neck to the top of his head. Her head lolls around until her eyes find Harry’s once more, his cheeky, practically delighted smile felt before his slick mouth and pearly teeth (and sinful tongue) register through her vision.

Her brows draw to the center of her forehead as he flattens his tongue against the whole of her, the slippery tip dipping into her weepy opening before working back up to swirl over her swollen button until he feels her twitch, then starting all over again.

He repeats the action enough times for Y/N to lose count, her hearing staticky, vision blurry, thoughts nonexistent. It would explain why she doesn’t notice Harry’s hand falling from the back of her thigh, explain why when he starts fucking his tongue into her neglected hole, she whines at the loss of contact to her clit, fumbling to pull back on the hood with one hand as the other remains petting over his soft, clipped hair, as if to say Don’t forget about your pretty button, Daddy.

Though, forgotten is the last thing her poor overused clit is. It’s probably at the forefront of Harry’s mind, as a matter of fact, if the sudden touch of silicone to her pretty button is anything to go off of. Not to mention, the resounding buzz that quite literally rocks through her entire system.

Her soft cries are no longer soft. They’re loud and whiny, some guttural, but most sad little uh uh uh’s that get slurred through babbled curses. She doesn’t think of how pathetic she might look to Harry right now, she can’t (a fact that she’s wildly grateful for). All she can fucking think about is his tongue stuffed in her drippy pussy and the toy pressed directly on her clit.

She whimpers when he starts moving the vibrator from side to side, pointlessly smearing her arousal and his spit into her throbbing cunt. It fucking hurts.

“Stop with the crocodile tears, Princess,” Harry mumbles into her, scowling at the sight of her wet cheeks. “Cut it out before Daddy gives y’somethin’ to really cry ‘bout.”

He just had all the jokes today, didn’t he?

#writing #harry styles #harry styles smut #harry styles x reader #harry styles blurb #harry styles x y/n #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles writng #smutty fic #blurb #ask #requested

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poopersdoopers · 7 months

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thinking about more stuff n things involving poly shanks x fem.reader x mihawk . can’t be bothered to edit.

👀

tw: nsfw, mean daddy doms, marathon cumming/ overstimulation; bdsm, age gap.

Imagine Mihawk milking you for all you’re worth, while Shanks holds you down.

Mihawk’s eyes are always so intense so unnerving. Just a simple, unblinking stare at you unsettles you.

A small touch running up and down your arm.

A firm grasp at your jaw.

His soft lingering kiss at your lips has you shivering.

Another hand grabs you at your waist tightly, you were melting.

“I wish I could get her like that from just a kiss.” Shanks laughs, always the least serious lover.

You flushed, he was right only Mihawk got you like this. You wanted to be good for him.

“Tell me what you want, little one”, his hand never faltering in his hold. His eyes scanned your face.

You shuddered this…it felt like your mind was being examined,like he was testing you.

You’re brought out of your thoughts by Shanks kissing the shell if your ear. You giggle.

“Don’t be shy now. Come on tell Daddy what you want. Yeah?” You can feel Shank’s smile right behind your ear.

Mihawk changes his grasps to gently choke at your neck, you swallow.

“Speak little one”, he tightens his grasp a little more, suddenly Shanks is wrapping his arms around your waist, keeping you locked in place.

“Oh!” you gasp as your face turns completely red and begin to feel that familiar heat spread across your body.

Mihawk steps backwards, leaving your neck lonely, and you pout. He grabs a glass of wine at the edge of the dinning room table. Before you could beg for more, Shanks snakes a hand down your belly. His big hands begin rubbing circles on your belly, then ghosting over pants, before palming on your clothes core.

“I bet Daddy got you all excited all ready, baby”. You whine and the red haired man coos at you before biting down on your shoulder lightly You squirm. “So cute.”

Mihawk watches his lovers closely, the way Shanks expert hands tease at your little hole. The way you moan and gasp so sensitive to everything. He smiles to himself. You two were beautiful together. A rare flash of emotion washes over his face, as he takes a long sip from his glass.

You glance up at Mihawk, teary eyes begging, “Daddy I wanna cum so bad—Oh!”

The red haired man gribs impossibly larger at this, “Oh so she speaks?”

“Very well then, I shall give you what you want”, the raven haired man saunters over eyes even more intense. Shanks snakes his hand from your pants a runs it back up you belly. Grasping at the flesh. You pout again.

“Daddy I don’t like that.”

“Sorry I couldn’t help myself you’re just si cute”, everywhere darling.”

“Id have to agree.”

Mihawk pulls you in for a kiss. Pecking your lips softly, before sliding a tongue in to sweetly lave at your mouth. Shanks runs his hands up your shirt, unhooking your bra from the front. He begins his assault on your nipples. You moan into your intense lover’s mouth and he rewards you by sucking on your tongue.

He pulls back face flushed slightly, “Lets take this upstairs, shall we?”

After quickly undressing. Shanks takes quick work of manhandling you on your large bed. Mihawk sits at the edge of the bed, ready to pounce.

“Hold her legs open for me, you know how she’s squirms.”

Shanks, takes both of your ankles into his hands. Bending you in half. You felt yourself leak on the bed and hid your face behind your hands in shame.

“ Oh no baby, Daddies want to see your cute face. Don’t be shy.”

“That’s right little one.”

You whined at this. The raven haired man stepped closer to inspect his little girl. Rubbing the meat of your strong thighs down to your pelvis. He rubbed his calloused hand down your slit. “So wet and ready for me, just like daddy said”, he growled. Taking a taste of your sweetness.

“You wanna clean up Daddy’s fingers?”

Your mouth was already wide open. Mihawk quickly pushed his fingers onto your tongue, as you licked obediently. You could feel Shank’s hardness from where you lay. “Suck them clean too baby girl”.

You closed your mouth, suckling. Mihawk sighed before shoving the fingers down your throat. You whined around his mouth.

“Fuck such a good girl..princess”, Shanks thumbs rubbed slightly at your ankles. “She’s leaking all over the bed.”You shivered again.

Mihawk waited until you earnestly began crying to remove his fingers from your mouth. Opting to shove his long, thick fingers into your wet pussy.

“So tight, it’s like your Daddies don’t fuck your sweet hole everyday”.

Ge began pumping his fingers in and out, curling them slightly to press on your bundle of nerves. His palm ground on your clit. You squealed.

“Fuck Mihawk, baby, she’s so wet”, Shanks could hear the squelch so loudly.

You whimpered and Shanks bent down to kiss you. “Play with your nipples, I wanna see how much you can cum”.

Mihawk added a third finger in, watching your face intently as you listened to Shanks request.

Tugging slightly at your pebbles, you gasped. Your breasts were always insanely sensitive, sometimes rivaling your clit. Mihawk couldn’t help it he had to tase you. Removing your hand he bent down, to take the sweet pebble into his mouth and sped up his fingers.

You cried out, another wave of heat crashing over you. His teeth lightly grazed over the bud, before biting down.

“Daddy Im gonna mmmm”.

You wanted to buck up into Mihawk’s hand but you couldn’t stop the vice grip of Shanks hands keeping you open for him.

“Already? So sensitive,” the red head cooed.

Mihawk rubbed his thumbs over your clit, smoothing soft circles into the skin. You came hard. All over his fingers and on the bed. He fucked you through it, until you felt the sting of overstimulation. You forgot to ask for permission.

You looked up at Mihawk, crying slightly.

“Daddy, so sorry. Your fingers feel so good oooh so full”, you hiccuped. There was the intense look again looking through you.

“You asked to cum, little one. You will cum again and again for me until I’ve decided you’ve had your fill.”

Shanks pulls your head into his lap. You could feel his hardness.

Mihawk and Shanks look up at one another. The red head smiles at him, knowingly.

Before you know it, Shanks is holding your wrists between his one of his big hands.

Mihawk kisses your clit, lightly before sucking. He plunges three fingers into your heat. You immediately buck you hips up to meet his mouth. He holds your waist in a vice grip, warning you. Replacing his fingers, with his tongue, he licks into your wetness moaning.

The raven hair man grabs your thighs, keeping you open before licking up to your clit again. He sucks hard. You cum again harder than the first time.

“So sweet darling. So good”, he licks his lips,”Baby you want a taste too?”

Shanks immediately pulls Mihawk into a ravenous kiss. Tongues and teeth clashing. Shanks sucks at his lover’s lips. The raven haird man moans softly, lips pulsing.

You whine and the men’s attention turns back to you, “You’re so needy little one”, Shanks bops your nose to emphasize his point. You pout.

“Hush little one”, Mihawk recounts before shoving two fingers into you again. Then three, then four. Pumping them in and out, before twisting slightly snd rubbing your sweat clit.

“So wet you could take daddy’s full fist if you wanted?”

You whined again feeling so full , so small, so loved.

“Gonna cum again just from my fingers? Haven’t had your fill yet?” the raven haired man teases. Shanks flicks at your right nipple then your left with his free hand.

“Ahhhh!”

A calloused tanned hand pulls at the abused nipples. You cum again, a vice grip on Mihawk’s fingers.

His face returns back to your core. “Greedy baby”. All you could feel was the lathing of his tongue, his long fingers inside of you, the pulse of your puffy nipples as you came again and again and again.

Your core was aching. You couldn’t anymore.

Until you felt the press of Mihawk’s thumb against your clit. You were too weak to protest. Caged in the strong grip of tie two men. Sobbing. Body shivering. Unable to escape. It was too much. But you wanted to make daddy proud.

As if sensing this, Shanks rubs your cute little belly.

“Aww baby, I promise I’ll give you something to suck on later, just be good, yeah?”

You sob.

Mihawk stares at your face, eyes unwavering. Rubbing slow circles onto your bud.

Your back arched, “Daddy no I can’t I—“, he sped up his movements. Shanks removed his hand from your wrists finally to grab at your face, forcing you to look up.

“Look,little one, as Daddy ruins you”.

You could see it. Mihawk’s flushed face, golden eyes halfway shut. His usually pink lips red and full from abusing your clit. Slick dribbling down his face and covering his upper chest. A sheen of sweat glistening his upper body. Abs tight and on the edge of ecstasy.

He snaked a finger in your throbbing pussy. His alabaster biceps bulged at the effort. You screamed, overly sensitive as you sensed the next peak coming. Mihawk moaned.

Shanks tightened his grip on your throat at you were gone. Dizzy and dazed, both men kissed down your body. Licking away your tears.

They held you in their strong arms as you came down.

“That’s a very good girl”.

#shanks x reader #mihawk x reader #one piece x reader #shanks smut #mihawk smut #poopersdoopers writes a fic

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inkykeiji · 8 months

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character: bonten!mikey x fem!reader notes: a day or two ago teddy and i were daydreaming about sucking on our Daddies’ fingers and i genuinely haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since!!!! warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, daddy kink, hair pulling, oral fixation (finger sucking), somnophilia + minimal prep, mention of drugs words: 1.3k

If he’s being truthful, Mikey doesn’t really mind when you suck on his fingers—kind of likes it, actually; likes feeling useful, likes the way your tongue pulses and jumps just a bit as you draw him in a little further, suck around him a little harder, likes to pacify you—provided that it’s feasible.

You know when to ask, know that if Daddy’s busy cleaning his guns or cutting his drugs that he needs both hands, that his pretty girl can’t be greedy, now, just because she needs something to suck on. No, on those days you can usually be patient enough, can usually wait until Daddy’s finished with whatever important business he has to take care of. But sometimes, if you’re really needy, and you’ve been extra good, you might get lucky—he might let you stick his cock down your throat, let it sit all heavy and hard on your tongue as you kneel sloppily between his spread thighs, chin on the edge of his chair, hands planted between your folded knees and palms pressed flat to the floor, all conscious and intentional, since Daddy has a rule against touching during times like these, claims it distracts him, and we can’t have that, now, can we, sweetheart?

No, Daddy. Of course not, Daddy.

Daddy has a rule against sucking at times like these as well—this isn’t about getting him off or making him feel good, after all, he had told you. This is just about giving his whiny little baby something to fill her mouth with, something to fill her mouth up, to keep her occupied and quiet while Daddy works. If he feels your tongue start to curl around his shaft, if he feels your lips begin to pucker and your cheeks begin to hollow, he’ll be yanking you off his cock in one harsh, swift motion, with his knuckles rooted at your scalp and a growled curse spit through his teeth—and then you’ll be in real trouble, and you definitely don’t want that!

But it’s when Daddy’s sifting through boring paperwork and poring over mind-numbing files and notes—full of gruesome photographs and disturbing details—that the perfect opportunity arises to lend you his hand, to let you wrap both palms around his slim wrist and take his fingers into your mouth.

He knows that’s exactly what you want when you curl up next to him on his plush office couch, gazing at him with glittering eyes and your bottom lip siphoned between your teeth, but he won’t give it to you; not until you say it, of course, not until you explicitly ask for it—because good girls ask for what they want, don't they?—keen stare veiled by feathery lashes and voice trembling with a desperate sort of humiliation.

But he’s sweet as syrup when he nods and allows you to suck two of his fingers into your eager, waiting mouth, silky praises falling from between smirking lips. Because you’re so good for him, swallow so well for him, take his index and ring finger all the way in for him, right to the third knuckle, the edges of your teeth gently scraping the sharp protruding bones.

The metal of his rings clacks against the back of your teeth, platinum and white gold warming in the heat of your mouth as your tongue coils and curves around the bony digits, laves over the bumps and ridges of each knuckle and joint. Foamy saliva pools in all of the dips and crevices of the jewellery, coats the surfaces all slick and slimy and leaves the gems encrusted in the metal gleaming.

The underside of the rings feel smooth on your tongue, tip tracing around the arc of each one, slow and studious, almost as if committing them to memory. The metal has a slight tang to it, smearing the zest of sweat across your tastebuds, bitter and salty with a hint of the rusted blood still caked beneath his nails and lining his cuticles.

The pads of his fingers stroke your tongue in slow, rhythmic motions, petting the slippery little muscle in a tender caress—mindless, soothing, habitual—as tired onyx eyes skim the pages crumpled in his free hand. Delicate fingers hook around the bangles encircling his wrist and tug, begging for more and whimpering nonsensically around his flesh—more, Daddy, more, more, gimme more, pretty please.

And he does, of course, his sweet, greedy little girl, permits you to draw him further down your throat, copious amounts of drool oozing from the corners of your mouth as your lips tighten and your tongue squeezes—so much so that it’s trickling down your chin and dripping off your jaw in heavy, viscous cords, drizzling all over your chest and clavicle.

It leaves behind the prettiest streaks of shimmering spit, and Mikey can’t help but press down on the back of your tongue, enraptured as another tiny torrent of saliva seeps past his fingers to spill down his hand and collect in the lines of his palms.

The action earns him a pitchy yelp, sound vibrating around the tips of his fingers, and he snorts a little, fingers rubbing your tongue in a crude sort of apology.

Sorry, baby, sorry, he’s murmuring in response, though that smug, sadistic little smirk toying with the corners of his lips tells you that he’s not sorry at all.

His fingertips are pruned by the time he’s finished shuffling through his documents, soaked and soggy with your saliva. Your mouth’s finally gone slack, a telltale indicator that you’ve fallen asleep, dribbles of drool rolling down the side of his hand and his wrist as you breathe, calm and even and soft, around the digits lodged down your throat.

Your teeth have left cute little indents in his knuckles and the underside of his fingers, but he doesn’t mind, running the tip of his own tongue over the jagged little craters carved into his skin and humming softly to himself.

It always has his cock twitching in his trousers, straining against the thin material, and on the nights where he really needs it—when the day has been abundantly challenging, excruciatingly exhausting, full of collecting debts and deaths—he’ll rearrange your pliant body, push your head down and hips up and panties aside and use his already sopping hand to wet you just enough to comfortably take his cock, burying himself to the fucking hilt in one swift, sharp thrust and revelling in the gorgeous little gasp of surprise that claws its way past your sleepy lips.

Stay sleeping, sweetheart, he always tells you, murmured into the skin behind your ear and punctuated with a chaste kiss. Just let Daddy take what he needs.

And so you do, every single time, ever his good girl, his best girl, nodding into the corduroy couch cushions and mumbling out some garbled sentiment of affirmation.

It’s never graceful, always shameful, lacking his usual skill and subtlety as he pathetically ruts into your sweet cunt, flush hips grinding into your thighs gone sticky and slippery with desperation, humping away unevenly at you until his cock is pulsing viciously and he’s breathing out a curse against the damp nape of your neck, filling you with thick cream.

He always takes a moment to admire you after, too; to admire the mess he’s made of you, the masterpiece he’s made of you, calloused thumbs spreading your fucked-raw lips and watching as his cum cascades out of you slow and sticky, using the hardened pad to smear it across your cunt—glazing your clit and your slit and your inner thighs; painting you in him, pressing into the splotches of navy and grey those sharp hipbones carved into soft flesh—before he hoists you up, collects your boneless body in a heap in his arms and decides it’s time for bed, finally, for the both of you.

#mikey x reader #mikey smut #bonten mikey smut #bonten mikey x reader #bonten mikey x you #sano manjiro x reader #sano manjiro smut #mikey sano x reader #mikey sano smut #mikey x you #tw:daddy kink #tw:drugs #tw:somnophilia #inky.mikey #inky.tr

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aegoniiwifey · 2 months

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Hi love-

Since the posters have turned us all feral, I've been struck with inspiration after seeing Daddy Aeg on the throne, and Aemond being his cunty self hehe- hope you like this thot (In honour of the trailer tomorrow) Her father wore a bored expression on her face, shifting in the seat of his throne that he was clearly growing a bit chubby for. He'd listened to dozens of lords and petitioners come before the throne, and now that the last were gone, he looked quite fed up. "You summoned me Daddy?" She spoke softly, a stray silver curl falling from her elaborately arranged silver tresses. "Princess," His expression went from bored to smug, as he said "My baby girl- come here, sit on Daddy's lap." His voice rumbled, sending a jolt of warmth to her core. She obediently ascended the steps of the throne, and sat on his lap, Aegon immediately buried his nose in her neck, letting the familiar scent of sweet rose oil on her skin consume him. "Spent all day on this damned chair, listening to them drone on, when all I wanted was to play with my favourite girl- my little princess," He murmured against her neck. "I-I missed you too Daddy," She whispered as his tongue laved over the skin of her neck, groaning, "Fuck, Princess- of every treat a King can feast on, you are Daddy's favourite." His lewd words made her blush, they always did, her father cared nothing about propriety, and when it came to her, his baser desires controlled him. His large, ringed hands roughly went under her skirts, making her shiver as he cupped her damp smallclothes. "Little slut," He murmured. "I've been toiling as King all day, and all baby's been thinking about is when Daddy can touch her?" She nodded, as he tore the smallclothes off, making her whine from the sting. He slid his fingers through her folds, and whispered "Daddy needs this pretty cunt tonight my love." She shivered, and replied, "Yes Daddy." Aegon shifted her like a doll for his own personal use so that she straddled him, and he buried his face in the swell of her breasts as she quickly freed his thick girth and began to stroke him, the room echoing with sounds and soft moans, grunts, and the slick sounds of her fisting his cock. "My My, it seems my little niece is certainly serving her King tonight," Aemond's voice rumbled through the throne room as he swaggered towards them with a smirk, taking in the familiar sight of unrestrained depravity. "But will she serve the Hand of the King with the same fervour?" Lmk if you want more babes hehe

OMG I LOVED LOVED LOVE THIS!!!

please feel free to share more of daddy king and his princess 😍😫

Definitely think my come back fic will be daddy!aegon…..

#chubby!aegon ii #fat!aegon ii #aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii targaryen thots

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kellykswift · 1 month

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I just learn those people only raise you to cage you

💔😭

Omg this song is so queer coded I need to process

#but daddy I lave him (her)#taylor swift #gaylor

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newtonsheffield · 1 year

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My Spicy Sunday 🌶 requests:

Lavender Haze: Wearing for a collar Viscount Daddy

Yours To Tame: arguing and making up

Any AU: Plane sex

Confident: Dual tux reception sex

Okay, Okay, I'm going to try and get back into yours to tame this week and this seems as good a way as any to dive back in!

"I love you, Anthony but you are being absolutely ridiculous!"

"Oh, I'm being ridiculous?!" Anthony snapped back, his eyes dark and dangerous.

"Yes!" Kate yelled back, "You are being ridiculous!"

"Well!" Anthony said a little hysterically, "I'm your soulmate so what does that say about you?!"

Kate rolled her eyes. It always came to this between them when they argued. When Anthony's protective instincts flared and her desperate will to remain independent butted heads and both of them ended up red-faced and angry, spitting pure hysteria at one another.

She loved Anthony, she did. She couldn't not. By every law of his people what they shared was desperately sacred, even in her human form, even now. Were anyone to harm her in any way, Anthony, and by extension, his brothers would have no one to answer to if they decided to enact revenge. Their souls were intrinsically linked, her thoughts and memories lived inside him, and every feeling she had the moment he drank from her was transferred to him. And most of the time, she loved that. She loved watching him relive her childhood in his head, with his eyes glazed and a slack smile on his face, his voice reverent when he described to her what he'd seen. She loved it. But in situations like this, it made her furious.

"Most people say opposites attract." Kate snipped. "I don't know why you're being like this."

Anthony shot out of his seat nearly quicker than Kate could catch with her eyes "You don't know why I'm being like this?!"

"No, I don't!"

"How about the fact that the very first night I met you three men tried to kill you? How about that?"

"Well, I think I defended myself pretty well that night!"

"And the night you got held at knifepoint?!"

Kate's stomach lurched, "Well... that doesn't happen all the time."

"I can't protect you from everything, Kate!" Anthony's voice broke in his chest and Kate felt it as well, "I just... want you to be safe!"

Tension held them both in place, held Kate rooted to the spot while the seconds slipped by and their eyes stayed locked together. And then Kate moved first.

She felt clumsy and awkward as she lurched forward, her fingers closing around the front of his shirt, tugging him towards her until they crashed together.

Anthony could have stayed exactly where he was, but he didn't, craving the closeness she was as well. His hands gripped her waist tightly and his lips crashed against hers and already Kate couldn't breathe. He was all around her, it felt like he always was, consuming her, twining himself around her until it felt as though they truly were one person, impossible to tell where she ended and he began. His hands slid to the back of her legs lifting her off her feet and placing her legs around his waist. He didn't even sway as her weight joined his, his muscles flexing as a growl built in his throat at the feel of their bodies pressed together and still his lips bruised against hers.

Kate reached down, tugging roughly at his shirt the buttons skittering against the floor and a moan rose in her own throat as she felt the warmth of his skin against hers. Her lips made their way down his throat, nipping and sucking tiny bruises against his skin until she reached the base of his throat, her tongue laving against the skin there, just the spot where his own teeth would mark her skin forever and Anthony's hips bucked wildly against her.

"Get on the fucking floor, Anthony."

She hardly recognised her own voice as she shoved him down to the floor, hardly noticed when his hands tore at her clothes. All she could feel was her own hips straddling Anthony's and the moans falling from his lips into her ears.

Fuck, Kate. That's it, baby. Feel that?

His fingers were slipping up her thigh, slipping into her underwear as his hips ground up against her adding to the pressure of his fingers. All she could do was nod desperately as she fumbled with his belt buckle.

Okay, Okay, it's yours, don't rush.

Kate should have hated the petulant whine that fell from her lips as Anthony slowed his pace to something maddening, torturously slow. His lips were lazy on her neck, nipping at the skin there, not hard enough to break, he wouldn't do that until she told him he could. But she didn't hate the whine at all, she didn't hate any of it. All she wanted was the feel of him against her.

Please,Anthony

She whined at the loss of his hand, but the bitterness didn't stay in her throat for long as Anthony hips bucked up towards her and a desperate noise fell from both of their lips.

They pace they set was slow, languid, as she moved above him, Anthony's head cradled against her chest and his tongue hot against her skin. She couldn't think of anything else, only him, only the connection they shared and it almost felt as though she could feel his thoughts as well. She could almost hear the desperate way he wanted to be close to her, closer, closer as his hand on her lower back guided her against him.

It stretched on and on and on, every moment bleeding into the next with their bodies intertwined. Heat licked lazily at Kate's stomach, tension rising steadily within her as Anthony crooned in her ear

that's it baby, that's it

She fell over the edge slowly, shuddering against Anthony, and she saw the shift in his eyes immediately, smug and powerful, darkening every second.

His hips snapped against hers and stole whatever air was left in her lungs, the pace suddenly so much faster she could hardly catch her breath. Her hands fell backwards her fingernails digging into his thighs as the sound of them moving together filled the air and tension thickened around them and their gasps and moans echoed off the walls and heat was building faster and faster in her again, hardly able to breathe, their skin sliding together slick with sweat and

Fuck! Anthony!

They fell apart together, Kate's vision turning white as they shuddered together and suddenly they were still.

Anthony's chest was heaving underneath her as his nose nuzzled at her neck, the very spot his teeth had marcked.

"It's okay. Take it."

His teeth bit into her skin and he let out another tortured moan at the taste of her his eyes glazing over immediately.

Kate nestled closer against him waiting for it to pass.

"I just want to keep you safe." Anthony's voice was soft, as he nuzzled back against her, both of them enjoying the comfort and connection.

It was his role, in the family. It was how their hierarchy worked. She was in charge of the family, second only to his mother and he was in charge of its defence. He was only doing what came naturally to him, and that she could understand.

"I know, I just need you to try and relax."

"I'll try."

"No you won't" She chuckled, "I don't think you can relax."

"Again, I'm your Mate. What does that say about you?"

"Jesus, probably nothing good."

#yours to tame #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

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webangchan · 2 years

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✧✦ insatiable ✦✧ changbin x fem!reader 860 words kinks & warnings: thigh riding, d/s undertones, a touch of spanking, daddy kink, use of derogatory terms (slut), a sprinkle of meanness from changbin, some soft feelings thrown in near the end because i am who i am.

It's much too early when you wake up seemingly out of nowhere, groggy and more than a little horny. You roll from your side onto your stomach, frowning when your panties stick uncomfortably to your folds. A quick glance to the digital clock on your nightstand tells you that it’s only been an hour and a half since Changbin got home and fell into bed beside you.

2:23 AM

The logical part of your brain tells you to behave and leave him be. He needs the rest; he’s been working long hours lately and you don’t want to disturb him.

But your libido has other ideas.

Changbin is sprawled out on his back, right arm curved so his hand rests on his bare stomach while his left arm is stretched up and tucked under the pillow. His handsome face is turned away from you so all you can see is his strong jawline and the curve of his ear. You inch closer and closer to your boyfriend until you’re partially straddling him, one of his thick thighs nestled between your legs. You stretch your body out over his and plant soft kisses along his collarbones, hoping that he’ll be more agreeable if you wake him gently.

He groans at first, still dealing with the remnants of sleep when his hands automatically find purchase on your hips. You know that he’s fully awake when his fingers dig into you hard enough to make you yearn.

“What are you doing?”

You whine and lave the crook of his neck with your tongue, your hips wiggling minutely, afraid to do much more. “I need you.”

Changbin sighs and it sounds annoyed. His hands leave your hips to settle on your ass and you shouldn't be surprised to feel twin smacks on both of your cheeks. You gasp and jolt forward, a moan catching in your throat when your covered pussy rubs along his thigh.

“My little slut is always so needy, hmm? Can't even let her Daddy get some well deserved sleep.”

The way that he's talking to you, dirty and a little bit mean, has you throbbing with need. You plant your hands on his chest and give his pecs a little squeeze because you just can't help it. Changbin is so muscular, so beautiful, it’s always a challenge for you to keep your hands to yourself.

“Go on then, slut. Get yourself off.”

You give Changbin a questioning glance and he stares at the light pink cotton covering your pussy. He flexes his thigh and you shudder when you realize what he wants you to do.

“But Daddy…” you trail off with a whine when Changbin levels you with a fiery gaze, “I wanted your cock.”

Changbin scoffs before grabbing you by the hips again and showing off his strength by moving you himself, a sensual push and pull that has your pulse racing. Although it's not what you originally wanted, it still feels heavenly. It would be better if you were bare but at this point, you don’t want to annoy Changbin any further.

“I don't care what you want,” Changbin bites out, the muscles in his arms flexing as he continues to guide you. “Only good girls get what they want and you haven't been very good, have you?”

You angle your hips down until your clit is getting stimulated with every movement and you get lost in the feeling, Changbin’s grip slackening until he’s no longer controlling your movements. You’re riding his thigh on your own now, chasing after an orgasm that you’re not even sure you’ll get.

“I haven’t,” you agree quietly, and the shame burns nearly as bright as your arousal. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I just wanted you so, so much. You always make me feel good.”

The hard look on Changbin’s face softens a bit at your apology and he sits up just so he can plant a kiss on the tip of your nose. Your heart stutters in your chest and you wrap your arms around his shoulders, staring into the endless depths of his eyes as your feelings crawl up your throat just to spill out of your mouth.

“I love you, Bin. I love you so much and I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have woken you, I’m sorry--”

Changbin cuts you off with a kiss that’s equal parts lust and love and you’re so close to your release you can nearly taste it.

“You’re my everything, you know that?”

When he murmurs those words against your lips, you’re a goner. He whispers his love as you shake and fall apart in his arms, the rutting of your hips slowing down as you pant and moan into the crook of his neck. Changbin’s touch is soothing as he runs his hands up and down your back, underneath your shirt so you can feel the warmth of his skin.

“You okay, baby?”

You hum and lift your head with a little difficulty because it feels like it weighs two tons. You blink sleepily at Changbin -- your boyfriend, your lover, your heart -- and kiss him soundly with a smile curling your lips.

“I am now.”

#skz smut #changbin smut #stray kids smut #seo changbin smut #skz changbin smut #skzsmut #by velma #kinda short but oh well

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ppersonna · 3 years

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good for me | ksj - m

“ stay on the ground until your knees hurt. no more praying baby, imma be your preacher ” - church, chase atlantic

✹ summary- You’ve forgotten something very important and your husband, Seokjin, makes sure you never forget it again.

✹ rating- explicit/18+/nsfw

✹ pairing- kim seokjin x reader

✹ word count- 2.3k

✹ genre- smut, pwp, no plot, you’d have to DIG for a plot, like............. thats all there is to it. there is nothing else.

✹ warnings- hard dom!seokjin, oral sex (m receiving), spanking, degredation, dirty talk, shower sex, established relationship,

✹ a/n- this has been in the drafts for some time. i debated posting it because it literally has no substance LMAOOOOO but hey fuck it. here’s some hard dom jin because 🥵 i needed it. thank u to @chimoona for her help and for my ladies @xjoonchildx @ladyartemesia @untaemedqueen always giving me the hype.

The best part of exercising is the shower afterwards.

Sure, you enjoy the benefits of cardio and weight training, but nothing ever feels as good as a hot steamy shower after you’re drenched in sweat.

It’s what you’re looking forward to as you climb out of your car and trudge your weary body to the front door.

It’s late in the evening now—Seokjin’s car is in the driveway next to yours, and you figure he must have returned home sometime while you were gone. You open the door and call out to your husband, alerting him to your return as you drop your keys onto the entryway table and kick off your gym shoes.

It’s quiet in the house, not a single reply from Seokjin, but you quickly dismiss it. He’s likely busy, or stepped outside to the backyard for a phone call.

It’s no matter. All you can think about is turning on the shower and stepping into the spray and allowing the shower to soothe away tension and wash away the slick.

Your body is sticky with sweat and the bra and legging combo you wore is an unattractive darker color from the moisture. You’re peeling off the clothes as you make your way upstairs towards your shared bedroom. The clothes land somewhere near the laundry basket—you don’t care where—and you’re completely naked by the time your feet touch the marble of the bathroom floor.

The muscles in your body relax the instant you turn the knobs of the shower to hot, as hot as you can make it. It takes a moment to warm up, and you generously use the time to roll out your sore muscles and gaze at your figure in the mirror.

There are still marks on your body from your last playtime with Jin.

Some nights, you have sex with him like a normal, married couple. Missionary, soft and gentle, plenty of emotion and sweet whispered words.

Other nights, however, you willingly allow the sadist in him to gratify the masochist in you. He takes control, demands submission, and you freely give.

Your time with your husband last night was the latter. He bent you over the bed and paddled your ass until you cried, and your pussy drooled onto the floor below you. He was relentless, powerful, and it made you putty in his hands. There was no one else on the earth you trusted more than Seokjin. You knew he would never intentionally hurt you in a way that didn’t bring you pleasure. And it made your desire for him burn even brighter.

The bathroom is steamy by the time you’ve finished checking out the delicious marks your husband left on you, and you slip into the shower with a grateful sigh. The pressure feels incredible on your muscles and you allow your eyes to close as you bask in the steam and heat.

The cascading water and intoxicating heat clouds your mind and you never notice the bathroom door open or the sound of clothing being removed. You’re so distracted that you never hear the glass door of the shower open.

And it’s too late now.

You’re instantly being pressed up against the cold tile of the bathroom, a hot and hard body behind you making you squeak in surprise.

Jin has joined you in the shower, and he’s pressed your chest to the cool wall and tangles his hands in your hair.

“Look what we have here,” he tuts. “Nice to see you showed up.”

You furrow your brow, confused on what he’s talking about. He plays with your hair as he continues to hold you against the wall, cheek turned and flat against the tile.

“Jin, wha—,” he cuts you off before you can finish.

“That’s not my name, baby doll.”

His voice is distinct from his usual.

This one radiates power. It oozes danger. And your cunt is already squeezing around nothing at the sound.

“S-sir,” you gasp. Your breathing is heavy, body overcome with desire.

“That’s a good girl,” he praises. He lets a free hand travel down your wet back towards your ass, where he cups a cheek in his hand delicately.

“Now, can my good girl tell me what she did wrong today?”

His hands rub the globe gently, and you shiver. His hands feel so strong, so ready to deliver the firm swats or gentle caresses you crave the most.

You’re racking your rattled brain as hard as you can, desperate to figure out what you’ve done wrong.

“I—I can’t remember,” you murmur.

He tsks, upset at your answer.

“You better start remembering, little one.”

His hand rubs at the skin of your ass once more, before he’s lifting his hand and bringing it back down onto your cheeks with a crack. Your body jolts in reply and the stinging of your buttocks travels straight to your core. A low whimper leaves your lips—a sound of brewing desire more than despair.

“Don’t you want to be my good girl?” He asks as he rubs the reddening mark. “Tell me what you’ve done wrong and you won’t be punished.”

You puff out a breath in frustration, unable to remember what you’ve done.

Jin notices and delivers another slap to your ass, this time on the opposite cheek, and you yelp.

“I-I,” you stutter, brain spinning desperately to remember what it is you’ve missed.

“If you’ve forgotten how to use your voice, then please, let’s put that mouth to use.”

He turns your body, your back now pressed against the tile where your tits once were. Your eyes widen. He looks like a fucking god. He’s wet and dripping from the spray of the shower, and his eyes burn like coals, stoked by his desire for you. He steps back from you, allows you to drink in his image pridefully.

His cock is rock hard, straining and thick against his abdomen. He doesn’t bother to touch it, doesn’t stroke or grasp it. His eyes are drilling holes into your own with intensity and you can feel your submissive nature begging you to kneel. It’s what he wants.

He knows you—knows you better than you likely know yourself. You’re lowering on to your knees with no thought, eyes fixated on his like he likes.

“No hands,” he speaks gently. “Dirty fucking whores don’t get to use their hands.”

His powerful hands grip your damp hair, gathering a bunch and bringing your face to the tip of his cock.

“You wanna suck daddy’s cock?” He asks, tone almost teasing. He rubs the head against your plump lips, allowing them to collect the generous pre-cum at the tip.

You nod, big simpering eyes peering up at him.

“Please, daddy,” you beg. “Let me suck your cock.”

He rubs your lips a few moments more, before grasping your jaw in his hands and prying your mouth open.

“Suck.”

His hips thrust forward and suddenly your mouth fills with his length. You almost gag, almost, but you squeeze your fists tight and will it away. Jin smirks as he sees the tears build in your eyes from the pressure and continues forward until his cock fills your entire throat.

“Oh fuck,” he sighs. “Look at you take it all like a practiced whore.”

He pulls out slowly, torturously calculated and measured, before he’s slamming his length back into your throat and starting a pace.

Your mouth becomes a simple vessel for him and his pleasure. You tuck your teeth in as best as you can as he fucks your throat, cheeks hollowing as you attempt to tighten the space in your mouth, and lave your tongue over any inch of his cock you can find.

He keeps his hand on your head, grip tightening steadily on your hair.

“Shit,” he puffs a breath. “Best fucking cocksleeve.”

His head tips back as he enjoys the slurping, sloppy sounds your mouth is making. Saliva is sliding down the corners of your mouth where it gathers and drips to the wet marble floor below.

Jin delights in the way you submit to him. He feels powerful, feels like a god. He loves you, every single aspect of you in the bedroom and outside of it. And he absolutely loves it when you’re on your knees, begging like a good girl. So good for him, even when you fuck up.

He peers back down at you, pushing more hair out of your face tenderly while he fucks your willing mouth.

“Mm, this is where you belong, isn’t it? This is what this hot little mouth is meant for.”

He punctuates his sentences with quicker, rougher snaps of his hips that force his cock to the very back of your throat. Your eyes spill over with tears and your throat tightens in reaction, squeezing the head of Jin’s cock.

“Ah, fuck yes, choke on it.”

He’s absolutely enamored by the way you work harder, mouth bobbing along with his thrusts. You get off on this just as much as he does—you love to be degraded and treated like a whore in the bedroom while he treats you like the queen you are outside of it.

His queen, bowing in front of him to give him pleasure through her submission.

It’s one of the many reasons he loves you so fucking much.

He can feel his stomach tightening, core clenching as his orgasm builds. Simply watching your tears, mixed with the shower water slip down your face has his balls and heart yearning.

“You ready to swallow my cum, doll?” He asks, fully knowing the answer.

Your impossibly beautiful and big eyes widen even further and Jin stifles a groan at the sight of you, the definition of submission personified.

“Mm, I know you are.” He pumps harder into your gaping mouth, groaning at how wet and hot it is despite your aching jaw. “You love swallowing cum. It’s your favorite meal of the day.”

He’s gritting his teeth as his orgasm becomes more and more apparent and you bob your head earnestly to bring him off. You easily accommodate him without your hands, and he swells with pride at how good you are for him.

“That’s my perfect little slut,” he grits. He’s staving off the orgasm as long as he can, wants to soak in every moment of you gagging on his length.

Your hand seeks purchase on Jin’s thick thighs, holding on for balance as your head bobs quickly and your throat works overtime to accommodate his length. Another quick glance up to him is all it takes for him to fall to pieces. He can never resist the way you look at him with a mouth full of cock.

His cock pulses with each groan and you whine cutely as he fills your mouth with his seed. You slow your movements and stay put, staring at him as his cock twitches.

He gently pulls his spent cock from your lips, panting as he attempts to right himself.

“Open up,” he demands in a gentle voice.

You’re compliant—mouth opening to display Seokjin’s thick cum pooled on your tongue. It makes him grin.

“Nasty,” he winks. “Swallow, my love.”

He rests a hand on your throat, wants to feel as you swallow his seed down. It makes his cock twitch back to life, ready to go again and again. It doesn’t matter how long he’s been married to you—he’ll always find the stamina for a round two.

“Are you ready to discuss what happened today?”

Jin holds out his hand for you, which you take gratefully to stand up inside the shower.

“Yes, please.”

Jin wraps his arms around you and pulls you under the spray of the shower. He places gentle and soft kisses up and down your neck as his hands slither up and down your wet body.

“What’s the date today?” He whispers as he kisses the shell of your ear.

“It’s the eighth--,” you start, before your eyes wide. “Oh, my god.”

He smiles and pulls back to look into your eyes.

“It is the eighth, yes, and?”

“It’s our wedding anniversary.”

Your heart sinks. In the hustle and bustle of the day, it slipped from your mind of your anniversary. He had planned an entire evening to spend together, and you had forgotten all about it, abandoned the plans for a night at the gym.

“Oh, my god, Jin, I am so sorry. I totally forgot.”

Jin kisses at your face, cupping your cheeks with his hands.

“Baby, it's okay,” he assures as he kisses your shower-slick lips. “I’m not mad. The steaks are a little cold, but…”

You cling harder to your husband.

“God, I’m an idiot. I owe you!”

He chuckles in your ear as he wraps his arms tight around you. Anniversary or not, Seokjin is in love with you. And he can forgive a simple mistake. Especially when you make up for it so sweetly.

“You’re not an idiot, baby. You can show me how sorry you are tonight when you’re tied up to the bed and taking my cock, hm?”

You lick your lips, already excited for the delicious punishments Jin must have planned for you.

“I love you,” you murmur, standing on tip-toes to press another kiss to his full lips.

“Mmm, and I love you,” he replies. “And you’re going to be good for me tonight, aren’t you baby?”

Jin is turning off the shower as you nod.

He gathers a towel and steps out, drying every inch of your body before guiding you to the bedroom.

“Show me.”

#bts smut #seokjin smut #jin smut #kim seokjin smut #kim seokjin #ficswithluv #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts fic #bts fics

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cherryriotcrash · 3 years

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Consider the following:

Dom!Deku who likes to play fuck-fuck games with you in bed

Dom!Deku who’s specialty is putting you in positions where the only real thing keeping you restrained is the desire to be a good girl.

Dom!Deku who, most importantly, has a playlist that sets you up to know what kind of scene/evening you’re in for.

18+, minors DNI below the cut.

Some nights there’s a playlist filled with songs like Had Some Drinks and Her, and those are the nights he takes his time. Those nights, you have one rule: Hold still so daddy can spoil you.

And spoil you he does, touching and kissing every single part of you, spaces you never thought of starting at the tips of your fingers all the way down to the dips in your hips, leaving a mark where your soft tummy melts into your pelvis. You wiggle in place, painfully aware that the only “restraints” keeping you in place are flimsy paper cuffs, but you know that if you break them, the scene is over on the spot, regardless of whether or not you’ve been satisfied. By the time he finally presses a soft kiss to you clit, you’re whiny and needy, tears slipping down your face and into your hair as you babble helplessly for more, and he’ll give it to you…when he’s ready.

Other nights the music is faster, more explicit, songs like Acquainted and Hatef—k thrumming through your veins. Your primary rule this evening? Silence.

You’re blindfolded and bound, and you feel like you’re vibrating before you ever even feel the bed dip under his weight.

Nothing about tonight is going to be gentle, the soft dom tucked away in favor of commands and authority.

Knowing this, you’re egging him on, actively resisting attempts to maneuver your body where he wants, trying to press thick thighs together only to have them ripped apart to make room for the giant of a man you call a lover. He gives your inner thigh a sharp bite, making you keen before laving his tongue over the bruise and giving it a soothing kiss.

He flips you unceremoniously onto your belly, dragging two fingers through your dripping heat before bullying them inside your wet heat, setting a brutal pace. You feel soft curls tickle your skin as he kisses down your spine with a gentleness you didn’t expect from him in this state, all the way up until you feel his tongue, scalding hot and wet lick a stripe from where his fingers were pumping into you up to your tight asshole. He rips his fingers from your cunt, using your slick to ease his fingers’ entry elsewhere as you bite back a whine.

“Oh, pretty baby. I don’t know what’s gotten into your bratty ass tonight, but by the end of it, it’s going to be me.”

Your favorite playlist, however, was one of your own composition; the sound of bed springs creaking wildly, skin slapping against skin as your moans gargle up from the press of his hand on your throat. His back is covered with scratches, your moans and wails of his name are the lyrics to the rhythm he sets. The headboard beats against the wall loudly, making the neighboring apartment knock back and their irritation only seems to egg him on.

These are the nights where work was awful, where he lost an innocent or a villain managed to escape, where a peer was injured or worse. These are the nights where if he didn’t fill the emptiness with sound and fury, with your cries of ‘s too much, too big ‘Zuku interlacing with pleas for more deeper faster, he would be trapped in his own head. These are the nights he fucks into you, sucks bruises wherever his teeth can find purchase, whines back at you when you claw at his shoulders and mutters incoherent praises into your skin. He is fraying at the seams, coming undone and your fingers tracing up and down his sides puts him together again.

These are the nights he needs you like air, the nights he’s drowning and you are a life raft.

If everything else is going wrong, he knows he can do this right; he has never failed to fuck you into oblivion, infuriate the neighbors until you get a noise complaint, make you cry and cream on his cock until you’re sobbing out his name and your voice is gone in the morning.

He angles his hips, fingers on your clit as you try to push him away and he instructs you to stop fucking running from it and let go. You obey, ruining the towels he instructed you to place in advance and the half shucked hero costume he never bothered to take off completely. He ruts into you once, twice, three times and his vision goes spotty as he paints your walls his color, his own shout ripped from his throat.

The neighbors knock again. Izuku knocks back twice as loud before collapsing into bed next to you.

After all, the Number One Hero should be able to make a racket here and there.

You giggle and clean the both of you up, wiggling him out of his hero costume to chuck it in the wash with the towels, and when you come back, his soft snores create a new melody, an acapella performance backed only by the sounds of cars outside and you think this might be another favorite.

The city is still awake, but your lover, protector, husband, world is fast asleep.

For once, his thoughts are away from work. For once, he rests peacefully. For once, you see the furrow in his brow slack, face fully relaxed, lips that are usually pressed into a straight line are slightly parted as he snores.

You grab your phone from where it was knocked off of the bed, dial the agency and call the both of you out of work before pattering to the kitchen with a yawn to start his favorite dinner, dishes clinking musically as you work.

Right as you finish, you hear the syncopation of bones cracking, the heavy drumbeats of his footsteps as he enters the kitchen behind you, still exhausted but less stressed.

“You called us out?” His voice is baritone, still laden with sleep.

“You need rest,” you hummed, “and so do I.”

Dinner is silent save for the soft, tinkling melody of the both of you eating, the soft shuffle of you two cleaning and heading to bed, and your soft soprano sigh as he throws an arm around you and snuggles in for good this time, fingers drumming a beat on your rib cage until you fall asleep.

#mha smut #bnha #mha #zuku 🥦#dom!deku #drabble #tw: mind games #dom!deku supremacy

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buckyownsmylife · 3 years

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holding your breath - Loki smut

The one where Loki has successfully corrupted you.

Warnings: priest au, corruption kink, kind of a daddy kink because of loki calling the reader “little one”, she does call him father, but it’s because he’s a priest, oral (m), dubcon because reader is innocent and doesn’t know better, so imma go with innocence kink too, i mean, it is loki we’re talking about. Breeding kink and sex on the floor, like that’s not uncomfortable af.

Word count: under 1K

A/N: this is a follow-up to this fic and this fic.

“What shall I do to you now, little one?” I tsked, approaching her to run a single finger under her jaw. She shivered, and I grinned for the easy reaction I could so effortlessly collect from her.

“So sensitive,” I pointed, already working on freeing myself of my clothes until I was as naked as her, relishing in the hungry way her eyes roamed my body. I remembered when she couldn’t even raise them to meet mine. Oh my, just how I had already changed her.

“Anything at all,” was her response, almost as eager as her demeanor. “Anything you want.” Seeing her like this, knelt by the foot of my bed, brought me images of when I used to see her in the same stance during mass. I’d admired her even then, too overtaken by desire to fear that anyone would notice, but it was different now.

She was naked now. And she was mine.

“Perhaps it is time for me to finally breed you, my darling. Is that what you want? For me to brand you as mine in this one other, more final way? To paint your insides with my special balm so you can raise us a little one, and no one else will be able to look at you without knowing that you’re accounted for? Answer me, dove.”

“Yes, father.” My lips immediately curled up into a smirk. I truly had trained her well. No ounce of hesitation, not one question over the whys and hows. She was my little slut, now. She trusted me with her body and soul, and would happily accept anything I offered her.

“Very well, little one,” I whispered as I caressed her cheek. “You want this cock? Come and show me just how much.” I didn’t need to say it twice. She crawled up to me on her hands and knees before sitting back on her heels and waited patiently for me to offer my member to her eager lips.

Such a well-trained pet.

“Go on, darling.” She was on me in a second, her mouth opening as wide as she could to engulf my cock on her warmness. “Oh God”, I prayed, feeling her lips drag over my hardness, my fingers burying in the locks of her hair before curling around the back of her neck. “Thank you for sending this one to me. This perfect little dove, an innocent little flower I had the pleasure to corrupt and find my own pleasure in.”

She truly was a gift. My gift. And I’d never let her go.

I let her suck me for a few more minutes, knowing she enjoyed this just as much as I did. She didn’t even use her hands anymore, the little thing. Only her mouth and tongue to pleasure me, her eyes never straying from mine, regardless of how difficult the position was to her. I’d love nothing more than to release inside of her mouth, have her tasting me for days, and I knew she would appreciate it just as much, but I couldn’t.

I had other plans for her.

Still, I rewarded her enthusiasm and dedication with a kiss, when I pried her away from my throbbing cock, tasting myself on her lips. “Well done, my darling.” It always made her feel so proud of herself, her smile as big as mine as she stared up at me with love in her eyes. “You know what?” I thought out loud, finger tracing her jaw before my hand wrapped around her throat. “I don’t think I’m going to take you to bed tonight.”

Even before a pout could make its way to her expression, I’d pushed her down on the rug, taking my familiar place between her legs. “Yes… I think I’ll have you just like this, sprawled on the floor… What do you say?”

“Anything you want, father.” Sweet little thing.

Plunging inside of her was nothing short of a slice of heaven. It was moments like these that made me believe the Lord was real, and He had rewarded his faithful servant with this little angel, sent directly to me.

“You like this, don’t you, my dove?” I asked, immediately thrusting in and out of her while laving her in my caresses. “You like being an instrument to my pleasure. You like serving me in and out of the altar. You can’t imagine a life without me anymore.”

I panted as she moaned out a confirmation to my words, earning herself more kisses down her chest. It was beautiful to see her in this state, so far gone, so far mine. She’d do anything for me.

“This is where you belong…” I continued, although speaking was becoming harder and harder as the pit of pleasure tightened on my lower stomach. “You like being my little whore, don’t you, little one?”

She could only nod by now, but I was too close to care. “Show me…” I ordered, picking up the pace of my thrusts. “Show me by cumming for me. Milk me dry.” Her walls clenched around me, her body so submissive it knew better than to disobey me.

As for me, it felt like I couldn’t stop now. Being inside of her was too intoxicating, too addicting for me to ever consider interrupting my movements. A hand curled around her throat, calling out for her attention as I began to lose control of my hips.

“Look at me. Look at me when I cum deep inside of you.” And as my cum found a home inside of her, so did my heart, that I’d relinquished without even noticing. “I love you, darling.”

#my fics #priest au #loki smut #loki #smut #loki x reader #loki reader #loki reader insert #loki reader inserts #loki reader fanfiction #loki reader smut #loki imagine #loki imagines #loki fanfictions #loki writing #loki writings #loki marvel

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yanderenightmare · 4 years

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I could see deku loving if his darling was a virgin. Like aw you don't know how to do anything but that's okay daddy will show you, don't expect him to be gentle tho.

MIDORIYA IZUKU - DEKU

TW: nsfw, dubcon/noncon, condescension

VIRGIN

Poor, poor bunny, no wonder she looks so scared. No one’s ever taken proper care of her. She needn't worry though, she needn't stress her pretty little head about anything. Daddy’s going to take good thorough care of her, treat her to all those things she’s been missing. No matter how much she squirms beneath the touch, he’ll turn those whimpers into mews, make the little kitten whine and purr for him.

He won't go rough in the start, he’ll take his time, get her nice and ready, tongue jutting and laving at all those tender spots. He’ll have her toes curling, head light, savoring seeing that look of anxiety on her features as she takes in the sheer size of his cock with her eyes, strutting and standing proudly, perfect plush mushroom-shaped tip bopping up against her tight little entrance.

He finds it so heart-warming, heart-aching, clenching as he watches her look to him for directions. It makes his balls hurt, cock throbbing as his cock-head kisses against her tight entrance, wanting nothing more than to be enveloped in her tight warm spasming walls, feel her little virgin pussy clench around his size, hear that little virginal squeal as he fills her up, see her eyes cross and swirl, not able to dissect her emotions, not able to decide whether it feels good or if it hurts, or if she’s too scared of something ripping to feel anything at all.

He’ll ease into her slowly, let her swallow him in, sinking inch by fulfilling inch all the way to the hilt, having her spread like a butterfly on a pin. So much tension zipping through her limbs at the feel of him prodding at her cervix, all the way inside her, filling her up so snugly, stretching her out real good, pushing into that tender provoked spot, making her melt, all fear rendered to stupid bliss.

She'll cling to him as though for her life, a blubbering mess reaching for comfort, for his experienced hands to guide her, set the motion, the course, the tempo. Looking at him as though he’s god, in charge of her pain, in charge of her pleasure. Watch her melt as he presses the pad of his thumb onto her little budding clit, hear that first loud beautiful fully-shaped wet moan leave her as she falls completely under his spell.

#yandere midoriya #yandere midoriya izuku #yandere izuku midoriya #yandere izuku #yandere deku

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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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Early submission cause I'm going to a club soon, but still will be orbiting here!! Heike and Helmut can't have another kid so they kidnap you and breed you. Mommy Domme/Daddy Dom. Break you and fuck ya type stuff?? Please!!?!?!?!

okay this is fucking wild and I love it omg, turned out pretty dark but I mean I'm not mad about it. I did change the kidnapping to them hiring her to work in their house though!

mommy and daddy kink, dubcon, threeway/voyeurism/fem cuckolding, forced breeding, a slap

"You're gonna be good for Daddy, aren't you?" Heike purred as you did your best not to recoil from Helmut's hand sliding delicately up your leg and into your skirt.

You just nodded, because if you'd learned anything from the last few days of 'working' for the Zemos, it was that being good was your best bet.

It seemed that your uniform was designed from the beginning to give them easier access to your body; that's what anyone would conclude after seeing how simple it was for them to begin groping you under it-- Helmut rubbing your clit as he stared at you with a smirk, Heike reaching into your top and pulling your tits out so she could squeeze and even lick them.

"These are gonna get bigger when you've got my baby in you," Heike informed you with a purr as she sucked briefly at one of your nipples, pulling off with a pop! and grinning up at you. "You're gonna give me a baby, aren't you?"

"Y-yes, ma'am," you agreed nervously, getting a little slap before you corrected yourself. "Yes, Mommy..."

You yelped as you were suddenly flipped over and pushed down onto the table: the dining table, that is. You were in the dining room and any of the housestaff could come in and see you being treated this way. They were ordered to stay on the other side of the house, but they could probably hear you anyways, and the thought made shame burn in your gut.

Your skirt was quickly pulled up by Helmut's thick hands, Heike stroking your hair reassuringly as you whimpered slightly.

You gripped the edge of the table and winced as Helmut shoved himself inside you, feeling his tongue lave at your neck; he seemed to have a bit of an oral fixation, considering you'd felt him kiss and suck and bite at most of your body, and seen him do even more to his beloved wife.

Each grunt from Helmut behind you was like a knife in your ears, sending a chill down your spine in all the wrong ways. He was rather vocal and it made it even harder to ignore what was happening; not that Heike was subtle, either, as she watched you with a smile that almost seemed prideful. "Oh, look how well you're taking Daddy..."

Helmut bit down on your ear and you yelped, feeling his grip on your hips tighten as he started to fuck you harder.

"I think you can make her cry a little harder than that," Heike challenged her husband, and before you could protest, Helmut grinned against your skin and roughly slammed into you-- deeper than you even thought possible, making you choke on a groan.

"Shh," Helmut soothed half-heartedly, "I need to be as deep as possible to make sure you're pregnant when I'm finished. You want to be pregnant, don't you?"

"Yes," you lied, "please, just-- come in me, please..."

"Don't rush him," Heike warned, seeing through your ploy. "Daddy gets to play with you as long as he wants."

"I think Mommy wants to play with you, too," Dadd- uh, Helmut noted with a smug tone as Heike nodded.

Helmut flipped you onto your back without even pulling out of you, holding your legs open wide as Heike began to climb on top of you. "Push Mommy's dress up," she instructed you, "eat my pussy while I get a taste of yours."

You felt her tongue lap at your clit already, just above where her husband was driving his hips forward into you, and you shuddered as you pushed her dress up her thighs where they straddled her face. You'd never done this to her before, but you tried to remember how you'd seen Helmut do it and work from that. She didn't seem to mind, since she moaned deeply, and occasionally over the curve of her ass you could see Helmut looking down and watching both of you with half-lidded eyes and his mouth fallen slack.

"I'm close," Helmut warned after not too much longer of that, and Heike pulled away from you to sit up and pull her husband into a rough, messy kiss-- you knew he must be tasting you on her tongue, and it was the last thing you needed to fall over the edge, an orgasm hitting you suddenly in spite of your efforts to hold it back. Your moans were muffled as Heike sat on your face, but Helmut must've noticed by the way your channel clenched around him; though one hand cradled his wife's face, the other squeezed your thigh before sliding to rub your swollen clit.

You would've screamed if you could-- it was too much, it was so good it burned and stung, but you couldn't make either of them stop and so you just kept sucking on Heike's clit as you waited for Helmut to finish and leave you full and dripping and confused again.

It was clear when he came, from either the way he moaned into his kiss with his wife or from the warmth that filled you deep inside. Heike smiled and sat up slightly, giving you reprieve from her weight on you as you took gasping breaths.

"You did so good," she cooed at you as she got off the table and adjusted herself back to looking presentable, "you can keep Daddy's cock warm for a while, to help make sure it takes, okay?"

She said it like you should thank her for allowing you the privilege of keeping Helmut's softening cock inside you, but you just nodded awkwardly. She moved to stand at her husband's side, giving him another kiss-- this one much more chaste and brief than the last. "We could be pregnant already, right now," she hummed softly to him, and he smiled.

"I know," he agreed, almost wistful. Heike sighed and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Carl will be so happy to have a sibling to play with," she imagined.

"He will," Helmut agreed again before giving you a dark glance, "and we have someone to play with, too."

#saturday night sleepover #helmut zemo x reader #heike zemo x reader #helmut zemo smut #dark!zemo smut

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