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#cw: impact play
dirtybg3confessions · 4 months
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Confession:
I want to smack Gale in the face while we’re making love, only for him to stop and be like “You HIT me!” 🥺 “But I’m a good boy” 🥺 and then walk up to me 2 tendays later like “I can’t stop thinking about when you slapped me during sex, and I need you to do it again”
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cygnusthebear · 2 months
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Thinking about those thick wooden hairbrushes you can buy and how pretty it would sound smacking against someone's ass. They're short but dense, good for a sharp spank, a solid "thwack," then a squeal, a whimper, a groan, an "again." Plus the handle is the perfect size to fuck them with afterwards, while their ass is still red and tender and warm. A beautiful tool
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scarring-lust · 3 months
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Remember that time Cellbit asked Foolish for permission to take his son a date? And got threatened at a gunpoint by Foolish? Yeah, I think the reason why Cellbit had a hard time responding to that and coming back to Roier was because the image was too hot for him.
Inspired by that, but violence going up ten times tehe. 2.5K words
Content warnings: blade and gun play, heavy impact play, very mild gore, degradation, cnc/dub-con, minecraft death.
You can interpret the ending as you wish, if you don't like the death part. It is intended to be vague.
Foolish's big statue pins Cellbit to a wall and threatens him - at first with his sword, right under Cellbit's chin. Foolish paints a red line across his neck, finishing it with digging in the thin scar with just the tip of the sword. Blood gushes out on Cellbit's chest as man hiccups and bites his lips to hold the whines of pain and pleasure. Oh, but Foolish doesn't find it satisfactory, he needs Cellbit to truly be afraid of him. So he pulls out his pistol, loads it up right in front of him and watches as Cellbit's gaze doesn't leave quick and easy movements Foolish's doing with his hands, almost like he's repeated this same motion a hundred times before.
Foolish presses the barrel of the gun to Cellbit's temple, the muzzle surely leaving a mark on his skin. He manipulates and presses the gun in a way that let's Cellbit know he needs to kneel right this moment, or he's gonna regret it. And of course Cellbit does, he gets to his knees in front of Foolish, looks up to see the grin on his face and almost instinctively parts his lips. Foolish smirks. "Slut", he says, and nudges the gun between Cellbit's lips, parting them further, and presses it heavy on his tongue. Cellbit's eyes are glued to Foolish's face, and yet he knows Foolish's finger is not leaving the trigger, which makes him feel even hotter. They sit like this for a moment, Cellbit too afraid (and thrilled) to make any movement on his own, and Foolish drinks the sight of a now pathetic man.
But when Foolish notices Cellbit is starting to relax, he, without any warning, pushes the gun into Cellbit's throat as deep as it can go, affectively choking the man to tears. He coughs and tries to move backwards, but Foolish doesn't let him as he grabs the brown hair and drags him up, making Cellbit stretch his spine while still being on his knees. He gasps again and tries to say something. "Shut up and suck it, bitch," Foolish spits and thrusts the barrel in Cellbit's throat again, as if to show what he's supposed to do.
It doesn't take long for Cellbit to willingly start tasting the bleak taste of cold steel, smearing his saliva all over the barrel and Foolish's hand. He bops his head up and down, drooling on his chin, down his neck and on his chest, where saliva starts meshing with his own blood. Foolish is very happy with how pretty Cellbit looks. "If you keep going like this, maybe I'll let you cum before bashing your brains out," he says and audibly laughs when he notices Cellbit having a whole body response in shudder to hearing those words.
He gets another idea and raises one of his feet right under Cellbit's crotch, starts gently caressing him with the tip of his boot, teasing him with the light touch that Cellbit can barely feel through his jeans. Jeans that became way too tight from the moment he felt the sting of the blade on his skin not ten minutes ago. Foolish keeps thrusting the gun in and out of Cellbit's mouth, and maybe the repetitive motion alongside the constant danger of a bullet going off is what makes Cellbit's mind go hazy. He absentmindedly starts bucking his hips, trying to hump himself on Foolish's boot. Despite the threat, he looks very content in the position, which made it all the more fun for Foolish to punish him for trying to get off. He puts his foot away, Cellbit tries to whine at the loss of contact but isn't able to as he feels the impact of that same foot punching him right in his dick. He repells back and would have crouched, hiding his crotch, if it wasn't for the weighty barrel he was still holding in his mouth fixing his head on the same level. He starts coughing, face beat red, the pain grounding him to reality. After he stops coughing, he looks up at Foolish and gets greeted with a wide grin. "I didn't say you could stop, did I?" he asks Cellbit and, after not seeing him continue sucking off his pistol, adds another punch. Instinctively, Cellbit holds his crotch and tries to ease the impact with his hands. "Hands back, or I get rid of them on my own terms," Foolish adds and pulls the gun out of Cellbit's mouth, only to pointedly push it to his right shoulder. The man shakes his head in agreement and puts his hands behind his back.
Foolish holds up the gun again. Cellbit licks his lips and, with a wet plop, opens his mouth to give the gun a bunch of small licks. He then leaves a couple long tongue strips from the bottom to the top, teasing the shark man in front of him. He sees in his peripheral vision that Foolish winds back his foot and hurries to actually take the barrel back into his mouth. That doesn't, however, stop Foolish from punching Cellbit in the balls. Cellbit winces, shutting his eyes, but doesn't drop the gun and keeps sucking it off. Foolish moves one of his hands from pulling Cellbit's hair up to crawl it down to the nape of his neck. At first he almost gently massages Cellbit's skin while he watches his tongue and lips work around the barrel. Cellbit doesn't trust the only comfortable feeling he's being given right now, and for the good reason, because after a minute of cradling Foolish grips his hair tightly and start moving Cellbit's head on his own, making it hard to not choke.
By now Cellbit knows its better to just let things happen to him, so he tries his best to relax his throat and neck to give Foolish full power to use his face as personal toy. He's squirming, but his own desire to look the abuser in the face and see that lust for control in the trained at him eyes overpowers him, and Cellbit open his eyes and looks up. Foolish hasn't stopped smiling, showing those sharp rugged teeth, his chest rising and falling frequently. Cellbit lowers his gaze and isn't surprised to see a bulge forming in those airy pants right in front of his face. Cellbit's mouth waters from imagening sucking Foolish's cocks, there truly was something special in having one beefy cock cum down your throat as the other lays on top of your face and spills over your hair and eyes. Maybe if he shows Foolish he's a good enough victim, he will let him at least see those huge cocks of his. It's getting harder to do so, though, because Foolish is getting rougher by the second, and all Cellbit can feel is overwhelming subconscious need to retreat as his body is getting violated in so many different spots.
Finally, when Cellbit thinks he can't squeeze out any more tears, and as his throat starts becoming numb from all the roughness, Foolish pulls the gun out of Cellbit's mouth and crouches down to be on the same level. As Cellbit heaves and whimpers, finally able to breath through his mouth, Foolish lowers the gun and points it at Cellbit's groin. Cellbit suddenly panics, "But I did good, please, I did good!" Foolish just leers at Cellbit and dugs the gun deeper in his scrotum.
"I'll do anything, Foolish, I promise, just-- just please, don't!" Cellbit rasps out in desperation, getting a mocking raised brow from Foolish in return. "At least not yet," Cellbit adds, swallowing the last bits of pride and self-preservation he had left.
Foolish laughs, almost barks, and says "God, I love seeing you like this. You're so incredibly pathetic, did you know that?" He then gathers some saliva around his mouth and spits directly at Cellbit's face. He winces, but not in time to close his left eye, which leaves him with even more stinging in his eyes. Foolish punches Cellbit with his knee in the stomach this time, punching his breath out. Without a gun holding up his higher body, Cellbit starts swaying side-side, which only worsens as he feels a sting of a slap to his face.
"This is how disgusting rats like you should be treated," snaps Foolish and stands up, leaving Cellbit's balls and dick free of any danger of a bullet. Cellbit doesn't even register that, too dizzy in his mind.
Foolish holds up his foot and pushes it's sole into Cellbit's collarbone, where he had a fresh wound from a sword slash. Cellbit winces at the impact, but does his best not to move and hold still, breathing deeply. Foolish finds it amusing enough to pull his foot up and maneuver a kick to the side of the man underneath him, successfully disorienting Cellbit and making him fully drop to the ground. Cellbit cries from the sudden impact, but can't stop the moan from falling of his lips as his face, arm and torso sting from the pain. He doesn't try to stand up, but still gets another kick, this time to his thigh. If he actually survives after this, he's sure there will be deep bruises.
Foolish stands over Cellbit and uses his boot to roll him over so that the beaten man is laying on his back. Cellbit wipes his face and looks up at Foolish for the tenth time that evening, every time with more and more desperation in his gaze. And every time he does, he sees green unvawering eyes get darker.
"Get your dick out," commands Foolish, nodding at Cellbit. The man hastily lowers his hands to his zipper and removes the layers of clothes, exposing his red and painfully hard dick. He holds himself in his hand to soothe the ache as Foolish spits at him again, this time leaving a long connecting line between his mouth and the sploch planting itself on his cock. Cellbit whines and starts pumping himself, smearing shark spit and own precum all over the shaft. But he isn't given much of a relief, because he gets startled by hearing a gun go off and something small whistle right by his ear. Cellbit's eyes immediately open wide, he let's go. "You stupid whore, is there even anything left in that scatter brain of yours?" Even though Foolish sounds fed up with Cellbit, his face says otherwise, as he can't contain the spark of joy finally firing off his gun brought him. Cellbit can hear his heartbeat bump again his skull and he swallows any words that could be forming.
Foolish chuckles, "I guess something is still left." He aims his gun right at Cellbit's face and, while Cellbit is glued to the barrel looking at him, steps with his boot on the exposed penis. "Show me what you can do before I get rid of it."
Cellbit moans and arches his back, trying to get a hold of the dirt beneath him with his now free hands. Foolish moves his boot and slightly kicks Cellbit in the dick, encouraging him to move his hips to get more friction. Cellbit does just that, he starts bucking his hips upwards while simultaneously whincing from the awful scratchy feeling on his very sensitive penis. He's so lost in himself, feeling both hot and cold all over the body, shuddering every time he breaths in, because of the sharp pain in his chest and his hoarse throat. Seeing Foolish being trigger happy enough he actually set his federation gun off made something in his mind short circuit. It made his mind go blank. It's surprising he didn't cum right then and there, because he was incredibly desperate now.
Foolish keeps applying pressure of various degrees to Cellbit's almost purple dick. He can't help the words coming out of his mouth. "Pathetic slut. Such a dirty, degenerate whore you are," he says to Cellbit, who doesn't seem to register the actual words, but his body sure does react as he bucks his hips more erratically. "You look perfect beaten up like that, I should do this more often... You would love that, wouldn't you? Yeah? Doesn't it feel nice letting yourself get abused like that? You looove knowing I could off you at any moment, and there's nothing you could do about it, right, Cellbit?"
Cellbit's eyes roll up as he starts panting like a wounded animal, clearly on the verge of an orgasm. Foolish keeps going.
"I bet your brain would look so pretty smeared on the dirty floor beneath you. Not a trace of that entitlement left, just a brainless abused body to use by anybody who walks by. Too bad nobody would want to touch such a dirty dog like you," Foolish expresses as his hand holding the gun starts shaking. His own breathing becomes erratic, mind a little hazy.
"Do you want me to off you? Do you want me to kill you off like a useless animal?" Foolish asks, not expecting an answer, but somehow getting it from the look of complete surrender Cellbit gives him. Foolish feels tingling go over his body and he, while standing on Cellbit's dick with one boot, crouches down and shoves the barrel of his gun into the open mouth. He presses it so deep and with such strength, that Cellbit wouldn't physically be able to move an inch, even if he mentally had any desire to do so. All he can do right now is open wide his eyes full of fear, his body betraying him and seizing up under the pressure coming to his groin and his head.
"You want it, yeah? Yeah?" Foolish asks, lowering his voice and suddenly feeling so much more intimate than before. "Cum for me and I'll pull the trigger on you, my pretty thing. Cum for me."
Cellbit is confused. His eyes roll back as he yells out in pleasure, feeling like his throat rips apart from the recent abuse. He doesn't know if he came, but he does feel a shock wave go down his legs and up his torso. Everything goes blank and he thinks that's it, he's dead. What other explanation could you possibly give for what he's experiencing?
Foolish breathes incredibly heavy and stays motionless for what seems like eternity. His finger is still shaking on the trigger. He doesn't really understand what has happened, but the feeling of Cellbit's body finally going numb under him is what grounds Foolish to reality. He moves his gun and his foot from the man beneath him, and just sits down nearby to look over Cellbit's face. His lashes are still twitching and his lips are getting increasingly drier by the moment.
Foolish caresses Cellbit's face, then gently presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth, hoping he will be able to do this again.
Cellbit feels the consciousness coming back to him slowly. He looks up into the sky and takes a breath, hoping he will be able to do this again.
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crybaby-bkg · 1 year
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Week Four, Day Two of Kinktober 2022
Spanking Kink: Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru
Word Count: 1.3K
Tags: spanking, orgasm without physical stimulation, impact play
“You never learn, now do you?” Gojo’s voice is an exaggeratedly disappointed sigh lodged in his throat. He sighs again when you only harumph and place your palm in your hand with a roll of your eyes. He tuts, patting the soft and bare flesh under a cold palm, gaining the tiniest bit of satisfaction when he watches you jump in place a little. 
“I guess I’ll have to beat it into you. So sad to see this cute little ass be so bruised up come morning.” He acts like he’s mourning the loss of your unblemished ass, and it only makes you sigh and huff and roll your eyes even harder. 
“Just get your sick little fantasies out of your system before I get up and get my vibrator.” You mutter to him, adjusting a little more in his lap where you’re strewn about, chin resting in your palm as you glance back at your weirdo boyfriend. Gojo has asked to do this a couple of times, and you didn’t know the extent of him spanking you until he finally broke it all down. 
He wants to put you over his lap. Wants to feel your skin ripple underneath his touch. Wants to hear you cry out for mercy while simultaneously begging him for more. It’s not enough to just smack your ass when he’s hitting it from the back, no, he wants to hold you down between your shoulder blades, hear you count for him, wants to admire his work and treat it all better when he’s done. 
You finally indulged him, but you’re not too compliant about the whole thing. Gojo doesn’t worry though—he already knows you’ll be begging for it the next time. 
“Bet I can make you cum just from spanking your cute little ass.” Satoru bets you when you look at him over your shoulder. His grin is smug and wide, and you can practically see the way his eyes light up from behind his blindfold. You narrow your own eyes at him before pursing your lips and huffing again, turning around and settling into your spot again. 
“Bet you can’t. Twenty spanks, and if I don’t cum, then you gotta give me a foot massage. And do the dishes for the rest of the week.” You throw over your shoulder, wiggling your ass a little to entice your greedy boyfriend. He’s distracted for a moment at the sight before your words sink in and he agrees under his breath. 
He warms you up before he starts, rubbing gently at your skin and the curve of your ass, grabbing handfuls of the fat in his hands before letting go and watching it bounce in place. He does this for what feels like forever, before he finally reigns down the first slap without warning. 
A high pitched scream tears from your throat, your entire body jerking in place from the surprise and force of it. You can hear Gojo snickering under his breath, despite the glare you throw back at him. When you finally turn around though, is when he starts his onslaught of spankings. 
He doesn’t make you count the slaps, surprisingly, but the both of you are silently keeping track every time his cold hand reigns down on your unsuspecting ass. He has no rhyme, no rhythm to it, no structure, no planning. Just rubs and soothes at your stinging skin, coos down at you, massages the flesh, bam, another hard slap on your left cheek, soothes it again, bam, another slap on the right cheek. Its infuriating, that you can’t read him, that you can’t prepare for the next slap to tense your muscle or prepare your ass. 
Gojo is cruel like that, likes the way you jump and squeak and whine and squirm on his lap. You can feel his cock hardening under your stomach, and the feel of it, the thought that he’s turned on by just throwing you over his lap and spanking you like some dumb brat, makes you wetter than you thought possible. 
He’s at spanking number twelve when he notices your thighs shifting and your knees rubbing against each others. Gojo doesn’t say anything though, doesn’t tease you or make any smart mouthed responses. He’d hate to ruin this sweet, sweet little orgasm for you by running his big mouth, knows that he can get you pushed off of the edge through just a few more swats on your warming ass. 
“Feel good?” He can’t help but say, it’s practically killing him. He won’t tease you too much, won’t let on to the fact that he knows that if he angles his hand a bit lower to smack more at your plump lips, that it’ll do you in, no. He just moves his hand a little lower, smacks at your cunt a little softer, watches you squirms, listens to you hiccup, before you answer. 
“Uh huh,” he didn’t expect for you to agree, to say that his thick palms reigning war on your soft cheeks would feel so good, but you must be too drunk on the pleasure. Your head has lolled to the side, resting on your forearms, even hiking your ass up a little higher in the air than he had expected, mimicking some house cat asking for butt rubs. The comparison makes him laugh under his breath, shaking his head, before he starts spanking at your ass again. 
Thirteen…fourteen…fifteen…you’re drooling on his slick leather couch by then, too sore to scream, voice too weak to produce any sounds save for a whimper and hiccup when he slaps your ass again. The pressure on your lower stomach gets worse by the second, the aching feeling between your thighs pounding with every echoing sound of his hand on your flesh, and by the seventeenth slap, you’re done for. 
You release a high keening whine from the back of your throat, thighs trembling as you shove your face into the couch, hips bucking from Gojo’s lap as he only shushes you through your sudden orgasm. He rubs softly at your cunt, finding your clit between your lips still covered by your panties, only prolonging the orgasm even longer. He’s smug, and you can tell by how he rubs a soothing hand down the curve of your spine, still rubbing at you until your entire body collapses across his lap. You sigh once you finally get yourself together, and murmur into the cushions, 
“Not a fucking word.” You say slowly. Gojo only throws his head back and laughs heartily, massages your cheeks in hand with his cool palms, and lets you sulk in your both amazing orgasm and sorry loss of your little bet, pondering when is too soon for another spanking session. 
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anakincentric · 5 months
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please please do a part two on reader finding nudes on his phone, right where they left off .. i don’t have much but i would like to see some face patting/ slapping gentle or hard idrc 😵‍💫
lmk if u want me to be more specific !
˚ ༘♡ i really appreciate the ask but bcos of the formatting of my fics there's not rly a way to do a part two cos id need a place for a recognizable title or a link to "part one" to avoid confusion etc etc ! so rn im just looking for fresh ideas :) hope u can understand . ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ
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ceruleanspacegirl · 2 years
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God i need someone to tease me and beat me until i cry and cradle me after whispering how good and special and pretty i am.
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direnightshade · 2 years
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Ma’am. Miss Britt. Please tell us about matty and how he’s mean even while fingering you and eating you out ❤️
Please. Mean Matt always gets me on one, I stg.
Matt is a biter. One thing he fucking loves is to leave marks all over your body—teeth marks, hickeys, you name it. Your thighs are his favorite, all warm and soft and perfectly supple to lick and bite and suck while he’s knuckle deep in the velvety, wet warmth of your greedy cunt. And it is greedy, he tells you as much, of course; always taking him without complaint, even when he’s stuffing you full of all of his fingers without warning, leaving your sensitive clit free to his relentless nips.
Matt is a slapper, too. If you wiggle too much, buck his glasses off in the moments he gets too into you and forgoes taking them off, he delivers harsh slap after slap to your pussy, the wetness of his hand sending droplets across the bedspread, splashing some of it onto the lenses of his glasses.
He is a degrader, so of course he chastises you for that too—tells you how fucking disgusting it is that you’re so wet for his rough treatment, that he knows you’ll only grow even wetter, probably soak the sheets like the little slut that you are just from him talking to you like this. He isn’t wrong. He never is.
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hanasnx · 3 months
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Now that you've opened your inbox to DC! Men I'm just going insane! I have so many thoughts on this and now I'm going to flood your inbox with it, if that's okay.
I don't know about you, but I see AK!Jason falling (or just getting obsessed) over a real sweety reader. He would be in an immoral mix of how to take her to his cage with all his charm and suddenly he's just ponding your guts like u know ak would do, all cocky and massive and stuck up.
MINORS DNI 18+
hi :) i got this yesterday and i would like to tell u i love getting inbox messages so i implore you, flood my inbox.
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JASON TODD never thought too hard about who he’d end up with. Concealed in the background of his mind for so long while he’d planned every other detail of his life out to fulfill one single vindictive plan. Now that he’s more or less free, he looks at you completely bewildered as to how he managed to cuff you. You’re nothing like him, save for a few domineering qualities you adopt when you’re disrespected, but other than that you’re… soft. Pliant. Sweet. When you hold his hand, you just clutch onto two of his fingers. You’re half his size. You’re adorable. A part of him wishes he could spend all day pinching at your cheeks and bullying you into whining indignantly at him.
He bullies you other ways instead. Charms you like a snake with all his sweet-talking, mouthing at your neck and smacking your little ass until you’re ready to do what he wants. Now he’s got you backing up on his cock with your hair roped around his palm. “Huh? What’s that? You like your guts fucked?” he jeers, a wolfish grin tugging at his lips as he’s yanking you back into his thrusts.
“Jason!” you whine at him indignantly, just how he likes it as he snickers at you. Squeezing your eyes shut, you brace the pain that comes with his length lodging all up in your insides, kissing your cervix. Not many like that sort of thing, but he loves that you do.
“You like this shit? You like it when it hurts? So fucking freaky, baby. Never would’ve guessed by lookin’ at’cha.” he degrades and you cry out as he rolls his hips the way that makes you howl. Bent over in front of him, his large hand comes down to swat your round ass that ripples with impact. A sweet little thing like you, drooling all over him because he’s being mean to you. “What’s next, huh? You want bruises?” He feels you clench down on him and he can’t help but laugh at you.
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cygnusthebear · 2 months
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this is so out of the blue but i was thinking about it the other day in the library and it’s soo hot, I have this recurring fantasy where you punish me by bending me over your knee and spanking me with something from around the house while i play like i don’t want it and when im sore and red i want you to fuck me with it until your satisfied, it’s a little cnc but i just wanna be held down and keep denying it until you finally break me and i have to admit and beg for it. sometimes you’ll walk into a room and ill purposely be using the same household thing to tease you and you’ll know im unbearably desperate for it but can’t just ask you. anyways I thought about that so much in the library i had to leave early so basically pleaseeee just bend me over whenever and leave me wet for hours Xx
You know those big, wooden spoons, my Xx anon? The kind that you stir soup with, that cookbooks are always waxing poetic about? The smooth, glossy ones that lay heavy in the hand and move with their own weight?
I bet you're really cute when you've been bad. When you need to be punished. When you need to be bent over my lap. The good thing about those spoons is how readily available they are. I could easily grab one and keep it hidden right before I bend you over my knee and expose your pretty little ass. That kind of curved wood can sting, but it's malleable - I can hit lightly, or if you fight back I can smack much harder. I know you'd try to run away, try to struggle out of my grip, but each thwack on the ass would make you wetter and wetter, clearer and clearer how much you want it.
Soon, you'd be so wet it'd be easy to fuck you, to penetrate you. First with my fingers - 1, 2, 3. But, with your red still warm and buzzing and painful from being struck, soon the handle of that spoon would be lubricated, slid across your soaked pussy and pushed inside you. You might yelp, you might buck back, but soon enough you'd be begging for it, telling me how much you want it, how much you need it, how much you need me to rub your sensitive little clit while I fuck you with it until you're a whimpering little mess.
And every time after, every time you make dinner, you'd have to use that spoon again and think about where it's been, what it did to you, and how it made you feel so, so good.
I hope you think about that at the library too, my Xx anon
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scarring-lust · 3 months
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Would u still love me if I dropped post of impact play, violence, gun kink and minecraft mechanic death about foolbit 😌 Be honest 😚
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shigarakis-cumdump · 5 months
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Day 6: Mirror Sex With Bakugo
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Kinktober 2023 masterlist here!
Title: That Face of Yours
Summary: Date night wasn't supposed to be like this, but this was better than dinner anyways, right?
Cw: Degradation, choking, slight impact play, spitting
Word Count: 557
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“Look into the mirror while I fuck this pussy. What a little whore I have, drooling and pantin’ over my dick,” he taunts you, “fuckin’ pathetic.” 
“I’m pathetic, a pathetic mess for you, daddy!” You whine as you stare back at yourself, tits bouncing in time with his thrusts. His chiseled body behind you was all you wanted to look at, but anytime your gaze shifted, Bakugo would take his free hand and grip your jaw to reposition your line of sight. 
You didn’t know what landed you in this position, you were supposed to go out for a date night to a nice restaurant to celebrate Katsuki’s promotion. 
“W-We’re gunna be late, Katsu..” you pant. 
“Fuck it; this is a good enough date night f’me,” he says. He wraps his hand around your throat and tightens his grip, watching the little panicked look you had before melting into his touch. 
Your pretty floral dress had been long forgotten by the time Katsuki was finished eyeing you up and down. As soon as he came into the room asking if you were ready, he stopped dead in his tracks and his pants grew tight instantly. 
“Ya looked to fucking pretty to go out anyways- only I get to see you like this, you’re mine.” He blurts out possessively. 
“M’ yours, all yours, daddy!” 
“That’s my good girl,” he praises. Katsuki lets your leg fall and pushes you down on all fours. He grabs a tuft of your hair to pull your head up while he fucks you from behind. You can see his cocky grin in the mirror behind you, knowing he’s getting off on how pathetic you look for him. A heavy hand comes down on your ass with a lingering heat making you wince. 
“Aw c’mon, can’t handle a little slap from me now? Don’t tell me you’re fucked out already; we just started.” He taunts you with another few slaps, each one hotter and rougher than before. He only stops when he sees tears in your eyes and a bright red hand mark left behind. 
“Is my little baby crying? What happened to my tough bitch, huh?”
“Too much, Katsu, feels too good, shit,” you groan. Katsuki laughs at you and leans down close to your face. 
“Look at me.” You look up at the mirror and stare at his reflection, “not there, dumbass. Right at me.” He reiterates. As you turn your head to actually face him, he spits in your face before rubbing it around with his hand. He was always rough with you, and you loved every second of it. 
“Are you my little whore?” He asks. You weakly nod in response, but that wasn’t the answer he was looking for. “Be a big girl, use your words.” 
“Yes, I’m your little whore, daddy!” You cry out, beginning to feel overwhelmed from his cock. 
“I can feel you gettin’ tighter, you gunna cum for me pretty?” He whispers in your ear. 
“Please can I cum for you, Kats? Need it so bad..” 
Katuski chuckles and pulls out abruptly. He flips you on your back and lines himself up with your tits before cumming all over them, leaving a pretty sight for him to enjoy. 
“Nah, I don’t think so. Maybe I’ll let ya when we get back from dinner.” He replies.
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murdrdocs · 2 months
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Why is Luke sneaking into your room just to use you as his own personal punching bag lowkey in character
oh ... wait ...
cw for impact play + stepcest + dark!luke + mention of may
when he's frustrated at everything, just another young boy struggling to process his emotions. and he knows you'll let him do anything to you, too enamored by your all powerful stepbrother with more glory to his name than he knows what to do with. there's "something about his aura" you'd told him before, and although that briefly scared him, reminding him of stuff his mother would say, your attitude towards him reaps beautiful rewards.
your legs spread constantly, for one. your mouth always open to take his cock or his spit or anything, really. you'll let him slap you, smiling in his face all giddily. you look fucking stupid and luke loves it.
you'll hide your bruises under your clothes, and sometimes they'll fully heal before new ones get added. sometimes.
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thus-spoke-lo · 6 months
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A Firm Hand // Red-Haired Shanks x afab!reader // NSFW/18+ Kinks: Spanking + Daddy Kink
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CW: afab!reader; no pronouns used to refer to reader but gendered pet names used [ex. good girl]; Mihawk x reader referenced with implied open/poly relationship; cockwarming; spanking [reader receiving]; daddy kink; oral sex [reader receiving] WC: 2.5k // Fictober Masterlist
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Shanks reclines on his couch, thick thighs spread, a glass of whiskey raised to his lips; the ice clacks against his teeth as he sips, a quiet groan echoing in the cup. You tilt your head to the side, pressing your back against his bare chest, and kiss the corner of his mouth, catching a drop of liquor that trickles down towards his jaw. A rumble of satisfaction reverberates in his chest, and he sets his glass down to snake his arm around your waist, his condensation-cooled palm a relief against your heated skin; you grind down on his pelvis in response, subtly fucking yourself on his thick cock, rolling your hips as you chase your pleasure.
“You were only supposed to be keeping it warm, honey,” he chides you through a low groan— though the way he rocks up into you and the way he pulses inside your warm, wet walls says he certainly doesn���t mind your departure from your assigned task. “I’ll fuck you when I’m done with my drink, remember?”
“I know, daddy, but I can’t wait,” you mewl, using the title you know fuels a fire within him. He sucks in a breath through his teeth and throbs in response, his thighs tensing under yours. “I want you now, not later.”
“You’re just so needy today, baby. Maybe I should just take you right now, huh?” Shanks’ hand roams over your form, his rough palm cupping each breast and kneading them, rubbing his thumb over your pebbled nipples until you whimper and clench around his cock. He trails down with an unhurried pace, until his fingers reach your pussy, spread perfectly open for him, your thighs dangling over his. He slowly makes circles over your clit, humming in approval with your every little whine that it elicits. “Yeah, maybe I should just fuck this pretty little pussy of yours ‘til you’re all achy and sore—make you cum on my cock over and over. And then—oh and then—I’ll fill you up ‘til it’s leaking out of you. Is that what you want, sweetheart?”
A breathy “uh-huh” leaves your parted lips as you writhe in his lap, his words as smooth and intoxicating as the whiskey that still lingers on his tongue.
“Mm, that’s too bad then—I don’t think you’ve earned it.” He stills his hips and shifts under you, just enough to start to ease himself out of your warmth, carefully pulling you off him and setting you down on the couch beside him as you whine from the sudden feeling of emptiness in your needy cunt. “In fact, I think you need to learn a little discipline, sweetheart.”
‘“Earned it’? ‘Discipline’?” you scoff in between soft, panting breaths, biting your lip coyly as Shanks leans down and cups your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “Sounds like you’ve been spending too much time with Mihawk.”
“And so what if I have?” he chuckles, tilting his head, hungry eyes roaming over your features. “You don’t seem to mind it all that much.”
“He’s so mean, though,” you pout through pursed lips as Shanks squeezes your cheeks and playfully mocks your scowl.
“Aww, but you like it, don’t you?” His voice is a low growl, the purr of a predator still at rest—for the moment.
You mumble something that sounds like “yeah” and avert your gaze, your cheeks beginning to burn. It is precisely because of the stark contrast between them that you appreciate the strict discipline and routines that Mihawk favors—he teaches you proper behavior, control over your desires, patience that is rewarded with passion. Shanks, in contrast, is a pleasure-seeker in the same way that you are, a hedonist at the core who will try anything once. He is never one to deny you anything, as it only would mean he would deny himself—he gladly gives into your whims and your urges, indulges every whine and whimper of yours until you’re tangled in the bedsheets, bodies slicked with sweat, your lungs aching from panting breaths and fits of laughter.
“So what if I’m a little mean, then?” Shanks coos, his mouth barely brushing yours, tongue darting out to flick at your lips.
“Shanks, it’s just—it’s different with you.”
“Ah, I see.”  Shanks grins, a flicker of something sordid in his dark eyes. “So he’s mean daddy, and I’m nice daddy, is that it?”
“Well, I mean—”
“Maybe we should change that…” he trails off for a moment, his tongue poking at the side of his mouth. “…little brat.”
“I’m not a brat!” you protest, despite the fact that your complaint only proves his point.
“Oh, but you are,” he smirks, tapping your nose with the tip of his finger. “And I’m gonna see if I can’t get you to behave a little better. Go bend over the bed for me.”
“Yes, captain,” you sass as you stand, sticking your tongue out at him.
“Ah, now that’s not it, is it?” Shanks picks up his glass of whiskey again, half-melted ice swirling in the amber liquid, and raises an eyebrow at you—one that suggests you answer correctly this time.
“Yes…daddy.”
“Good girl.” He downs the rest of his liquor and sighs, a wry smile creeping across his lips. “Now go and put your hands flat on the bed and bend over—put your ass in the air for me, nice and high.”
You make a show of sauntering over to his bed, hips swaying slowly, as if to tempt him into abandoning his threats of punishment, willing him to push you onto the bed and bury his cock into you, forgetting all about anything except the paradise between your thighs. You bend over, placing your palms on the mattress, and wait.
And you wait.
And you wait.
The air in his cabin is still except for sounds of his breathing, soft and steady, more composed than you’d expect given that his some of his favorite parts of you are on display so wantonly. Each moment that passes makes your pulse race a little faster, your body tremble a little harder, your need for his touch build a little more. It’s clear he knows what he’s doing, driving you to the brink of desperation by doing absolutely nothing at all—perhaps Mihawk had taught him a little too well.
At last you hear footsteps moving towards you, then the heat of his body radiating against your skin as he stands behind you, just out of reach for you to try to grind against him—he knows your tactics all too well.
“Can you tell me why you’re here, sweetheart?” he asks calmly, his hand softly running over each of your ass cheeks, gently caressing and kneading your chilled flesh.
“Because you’re being mean?” you tease back, trying and failing to turn around and look at him as he placed a strong hand on the small of your back and presses down, keeping you solidly in place.
His hand slides down and grabs the meat of one of your thighs, nails digging into your tender skin; he inhales sharply at the sound of the pained yelp that he pulls out of your. “Try again, brat.”
“Because—because I need to learn to be patient?” Your voice grows quiet, subdued—it surprises you how quickly you surrender, how ready you are to submit with just a touch, just a word.
“Good girl, that’s right.” His tone is condescending, almost patronizing. “Now stay still, and let daddy teach you a lesson, okay?”
Before you can respond, he lands two swift smacks on your ass, one on either cheek, the sharp noise of his wide hand against your skin ringing in your ears before you could even register the biting sting. A surprised yelp and a pained “Daddy!” leaves your lips, taken aback by the strength of his blows; despite his earlier threat, you had expected that he’d give you a few light slaps, playful taps like when he passes you in the galley or walks behind you in the streets of unfamiliar towns. But, it seemed, Shanks is taking his role seriously.
“Doing alright, honey?” he asks, his tone almost cloyingly sweet, his fingertips running over your backside.
“Y-yeah, ‘m okay.”
“Good. That was just a little test. Now you’re going to take your punishment—show daddy what a good girl you can be.”
He lets out a low chuckle, squeezing and lightly tapping the sore spots, lulling you into a moment of calm. In an instant, the calm ends and he lets forth a series of blistering swats, his hand moving swiftly, covering the whole of your ass and upper thighs in stinging slaps that would surely bloom with welts and bruises by morning. Silent tears start to form at your lash line and drip down your puffy cheeks, turning into rivulets as you choke back a sob, one not entirely out of pain or anguish, but out of something else, some release that he triggers with the heaviness of his hand against your quaking body, with the weight of knowing that praise and sweet caresses will await you at the end.
Each hit is calculated, measured and precise—some moments apart, some coming in short bursts of four or five. Every nerve feels as though it’s been set ablaze, and your mind is slowly rendered blank, the emptiest it’s been since he’d last fucked you senseless—no thoughts left to think, only the sweet sensation of his heavy palm against your inflamed skin, and the feeling of your slick starting to trickle down your legs.
Heat spreads across your lower half as you writhe under his firm hand, and a heady mix of intense arousal and deep, searing pain send you drifting into a headspace you’d only been in under the careful eye of your other lover. Time melts and pools under you, and when Shanks finally stops—his breathing heavy, his warm hand soothing your even warmer backside—it feels like he’s been at this forever, and yet like he’s barely begun.
“How was that, baby?” he asks softly, his hand settling on your lower back. “Think you’ve learned your lesson?”
You nod, every movement feeling labored, like swimming in quicksand.
He leans down closer to you, kisses your tear-stained cheek. “Use your words for me, sweetheart—I need to hear it.”
“Yes, daddy,” you mumble against the bedspread. “I’ll be good now.”
“That’s my good girl,” he coos, leaving a gentle kiss at the crown of your head. “Now, since you were so good for me, I think you deserve a reward. Why don’t you lay down for me? Get nice and comfy, okay?”
You carefully lift yourself off the mattress and crawl up the bed on shaking limbs, gingerly setting yourself down, wincing as the raw, tender skin of your ass meets the bedspread. Shanks stands at the end of the bed for a moment, smirking as he admires his pretty little mess for a moment, his thick cock sitting heavy in his palm as he slowly strokes his hardened length—it seems he enjoyed your session just as much as you did. He climbs onto the bed, the mattress shifting under you, and lowers himself between your legs, placing his arm under your thigh and pulling you down closer until his warm breath tickles your skin.
“Fuck, that got you so wet.” He kisses along your thigh, dragging his teeth over your, leaving little licks and bites in a trail to your center, using his tongue to soothe the marks that he leaves behind. “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you like it when daddy’s a little mean to you, huh?”
Shanks doesn’t wait for a response—your body has already answered the question. He leans forward, his wide tongue licking slow stripe up and down your slit, tasting every needy bit of you and lapping at your drenched cunt. Your back arches and your hand instinctively reaches for him, fingers grasping for his crimson hair as you moan, sighs of “daddy” weaved into panting breaths and little gasps. He noisily sucks and kisses your clit, flicking the tip of his tongue against it, making swirling motions over it until everything feels like too much to bear—the pulsing and stinging of your bruised ass against the mattress, the quaking of every aching muscle as they tense more and more, the heat churning away in your core, burning like molten lava with every sweet caress of his expert tongue.
“That’s it,” he murmurs against your cunt in between licks, his eyes now focused on you in the throes of your pleasure. He knows he has you on the precipice, teetering right on the edge of satisfaction. “Cum for daddy, sweetheart.”
His permission is all your body needs to release—a rush of air is forced out of your lungs as your body quakes with a dizzying explosion of feeling, wave after wave of shuddering, clenches spasms. Every part of you pulses and shivers and it feels like you’re underwater, the sounds of your own breathing muffled and distant. You don’t even notice when Shanks moves up the bed to sit beside you until he pulls you against him, his sinewy arm wrapping around your shoulder, and he mutters something to you that you can just make out through the haze that still surrounds you—a refrain of “it’s okay, you’re a good girl, such a good girl,” over and over, like a perverse serenade.
You press your face into him, soothed by the rhythmic thudding of his heartbeat, the thick patch of soft hair that covers his broad chest soon becoming matted with your tears. He kisses your forehead, holds you as your body shudders and you fight to slow your breathing and come down from your high.
“Good tears, honey?” he asks after a moment, a mix of concern and curiosity in his graveled voice.
“Yeah,” you nod, sniffling, fingers running over his torso, “very good tears.”
“That’s good.” He sits with you for a moment, letting you wring out the last of your tears, reminding you now and again to breathe deep breaths, filling his own lungs then slowly exhaling, coaxing you to follow along. “So…guess you don’t mind it when I’m a little mean after all, huh?”
“I prefer you when you’re nice.”
“Well, then don’t be a little brat.”
You roll your eyes and sigh, smiling up at him, sticking the tip of your tongue out between your lips, laughing between unsteady breaths.
“Damn, all that and I still couldn’t spank the brat out of you?” He huffs an exaggerated sigh and grins down at you, eyes glimmering with a wickedness that makes your breath hitch in your chest. “Guess I’ve got my work cut out for me.”
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asbestos-11 · 2 months
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saccharine-mutt · 2 months
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i would do terrible awful heinous things right now if it meant i could be slapped around until im drippy and my brain is mush. i want to be dizzy and dumb and i want to be taken care of (beaten til my mind goes foggy and then kissed until i’m a panting mess). i want to be held after and praised for taking each and every hit soso well, then laid down and pumped into lovingly until i can barely keep my eyes open but im still cumming all over their cock :(((
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